"Fleur."
"Yes Gabbie?"
"Thank you for taking me tonight."
The older sister smiled at her sibling, before giving her a strong hug. "I'm glad you had fun. I have missed spending time with you."
"I missed you too."
The two continued on their walk back to the carriage in silence for another few minutes before the younger spoke up once more, "Do… do you think he likes me?"
"Who, Harry? I'm sure he does Gabbie."
"Like… a lot?"
Fleur slowed a bit in her walk, "What do you mean?"
By now her sister had completely stopped, tears brimming at her young eyes, "Do you think he would take me too? That he would take me with you? I know he really likes you but… I just don't want you to leave me."
Eyes widening, the older sibling quickly scooped up her baby sister into a tight hug, whispering that everything would be okay into her ear repeatedly, as if to convince herself just as much as the other girl.
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Jean Delacour viciously smirked down at the parchment laying on his desk. The boy had signed it! Now all that remained was for him to sign and the two useless brats would be out of his hair, and his family, forever. The 'official transfer' would not take place until the end of the tournament, to avoid suspicions concerning the timing. He would be able to play it off as his eldest and the boy falling in love over the course of the tournament and holding off on any sort of committed engagements until it was over.
The fact that the younger sister was pathetically attached to Fleur made the entire situation even easier to explain away.
Even better was the nice bit of gold he would be making on the deal as well. True, he had told the boy that the exchange would be small, and it would, at least the initial payment. However, the Potter brat was a child and thus completely ignorant of the way that the financial world operated.
Over the next decade his wealth would increase by a very substantial amount.
Not wasting anymore time the man hastily signed his name, before making two copies and sending them off via owl to the British and French Ministries respectively. In his haste he never noticed the fact that after being signed the contract's wording shifted as the illusion placed just on top of the paper ended.
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"Welcome one and all to the third, and final, task of the Triwizard Tournament! Based upon the scores thus far each Champion will be entering the maze to reach the Champions Cup in the center. Whoever reaches it first will be crowned the true Champion!" the Headmaster called out, earning excited shouts from the spectators.
"First up will be Victor Krum… BEGIN!"
...
Harry was beginning to feel rather left out as the group of students and staff stared at the hedge rows, with nothing but the occasional flash of light in the maze as any indication that the task was even taking place. Seriously, had the judges been afraid that after the near catastrophe with the Dragons that those watching might become a bit squeamish?
Utterly ridiculous, no one was forcing them to watch after all.
The teen was idly considering just walking into the maze himself to find something to do when a Wand was pressed up against his back.
"Charms have been setup around us Potter so don't bother screaming." Moody's rough voice growled from behind. "Now we are going to take a bit of a walk, you have a ceremony to attend."
'Hmm, to kill him or not to kill him. On one side killing would make things a bit more interesting, but it would also spoil the big surprise…' With a shrug the boy-who-lived stood and proceeded as ordered until the convict activated a Portkey and they vanished from sight.
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'Could have at least chosen a nicer setting' the boy-who-lived mused as he was pushed along through a creepy graveyard by the disguised schoolteacher.
"Keep walking Potter!"
"Yeah, yeah I heard you." The man gave a growl, before pushing a bit rougher this time, earning a backwards glare from his 'prisoner'. "Touch me again and I'll break your arm you insect." The tone caused Crouch to pause for a moment, before muttering to keep moving.
Finally, the two came across a small clearing, in it lay a cauldron along with another man nearby.
"Avery!" the disguised murderer snapped, "Is everything ready?"
"It is, everything is ready and prepared, all we need is a bit of blood."
Crouch nodded, before reaching out and grasping the teen's shoulder, while drawing a knife. Harry responded exactly as he said he would, by grabbing the offending arm and snapping it like a toothpick in annoyance.
The disguised man fell to the ground, crying out in pain as the remaining Potter strolled forward, ignoring the man named 'Avery' and glancing into the cauldron. Inside a rather ugly fetus-like creature lay.
"Potter!" it screamed, instantly recognizing the baby it had tried to destroy over a decade prior.
"You are one ugly little bastard, aren't you? I mean seriously, were all those dark rituals worth it if you don't even have a real body?"
"Avery!" the creature screeched again. The man moved forward at his master's cry, only to be stunned without so much as a gesture from the teen.
"Now now that wasn't very nice Tommy boy, we have so much to catch up on after all."
"You think I wasn't prepared for your insolence Potter? That I would not have planned for you? There is nowhere to go…"
A snickering nearby earned a raised eyebrow from Harry, who looked up in curiosity as Bellatrix Lestrange stepped out from behind a nearby tree. Moments later she was joined by dozens of others. Instantly he recognized Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape being among them, with both looking rather passively towards him.
"Oh my my my, you really have been busy, haven't you Tom?"
"Scared Potter!? Betrayed by your precious Minister who you fought so hard to elect?"
Harry rolled his eyes, he had probably spent less than three hours doing anything for the Malfoy Lord.
"But that isn't all, oh no… behold…" three more Death Eaters emerged from nearby, dragging the Triwizard Champions along with them. "Your blood, for them !"
"And if I were to simply drown your miserable dickless body right here? Hmm? What would you do then Riddle?"
"Then they would die, and I know how fond you have grown of your little toy. Now what do you have to say hm Potter?"
Emerald eyes glanced over the three hostages, lingering on one in particular, before he let out a sigh, "Fine, how much do you need?"
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