Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

I won't be able to see Harry for a short while anyway, Fleur realised. It was probably for the best. It would give her some time to straighten out her thoughts and let the rumours fade before they had to talk about the evening of the Yule Ball.

'I shall leave you to it,' Madame Maxime decided, withdrawing from the doorway as Fleur began to ponder her new solution in earnest.

She already had an item in mind. A thin piece of gauze that had one been part of a scarf. It could easily be tied around her lower face and secured so that she did not lose it.

A light tap on the window heralded the arrival of Hedwig, the owl Harry had leant her. She had made a few journeys between Fleur and Gabrielle now.

Opening the pane of glass and allowing the snowy owl in to her room Fleur decided that writing everything she felt down in a letter to her sister would at least help her. Gabby might not understand, being younger, but pushing it all through a pen would certainly make Fleur feel a little better.

At least questions.

until

Gabrielle

starts

asking

Her sister's letter, which Fleur knew she was only allowed to take once Hedwig had made sure of who she was. The beautiful, white owl scrutinised with first one eye, then the other, and finally both, before hooting softly, dropping the envelope and vanishing back out of the window.

Fleur would have to go to the Owlery again later. The bird was as difficult as her master.

Gabrielle's letter was long, very long, and rambling. A very tightly folded and compressed wad of parchment that was covered in her sister's small, neat handwriting from top to bottom on both sides. She knew her baby sister well enough to know what that meant. Gabrielle was lonely.

Their letters were probably the only company either of them had had until recently. A longer letter demanded a longer reply. Gabby needed some attention.

Fleur's welter of feelings swirled.

Her sister was about to get a lot more than she bargained for.

It took Fleur the better part of an hour to pour her tangle of troubles into ink. Seeing them in dark, blue script made them feel a bit less daunting than before. They were just words, and Fleur had dealt with words before, both hateful and kind.

Time to find Hedwig. She twirled her rose-wood wand over herself, waiting for the charm to take affect and render her virtually invisible. Fleur would venture first to the Owlery, then to the library. It would be best to get started on her solution for the second task straight away. The quicker it was done the sooner she could concentrate on other things.

Emelie and Caroline were sitting in the communal part of the carriage when Fleur passed it, sniggering over the article. They seemed a little too pleased with themselves for Fleur to stomach.

'Credidero,' she whispered angrily, looping her wand in a circle at each of the girls.

The believing curse was fitting revenge, one she had been saving for just such a moment. It was more commonly known as Cassandra's Curse now. Nobody would believe a word that came from either of their mouths while the magic lasted. Fleur only regretted that she did not have the skill with the curse to make its effect on them as permanent as it had been on the Trojan witch and seer.

She swept out of the carriage and up the hill towards Hogwarts with a satisfied smile on her lips. Emilie and Caroline deserved everything they got for setting Madame Maxime on her.

The grass was wet, and Fleur had to follow the stone paths to avoid leaving footprints and getting herself soaked. Part of her hoped that this would make it more likely for her to run in to Harry by accident, but part of her was afraid of the exact same event occurring.

The Owlery was blessedly empty, but Fleur was still cautious, especially once she had dispelled her concealing piece of magic. Harry's disillusionment charm was perfect, unlike hers, and he had told her that he owned an artefact capable of completely hiding his presence. She had only found him last time because he knew he would have come under concealment and that he would have been here.

Why would he sneak around school? Fleur asked herself.

his own

The question did nothing to reassure her as she hoped it would, only called to mind all the times she had spent concealed at Beauxbatons.

Hedwig was on the same perch that Harry had first found her on. She weighed the letter a little grumpily in her beak when Fleur passed it to her, but left with it all the same. He had a very smart owl. Most birds did not demonstrate half the things Hedwig did. Her bond with Harry was strong.

The snowy owl disappeared out the window just as she had the first time, and every occasion in between.

To the library, she decided after a moment's hesitation.

If Harry was here he did not want to speak to or be seen by her. Fleur hoped that neither of those were true. She might be conflicted about what to say and how to act around him now, but she wanted him to want to speak with her. They could never develop the friendship and bond between equals that Fleur desired if he did not.

The journey from the Owlery to the Library crossed the entire breadth of the school so unless Harry had returned to vanishing, which was possible, Fleur conceded, then there was a chance she might see him. The prospect made her both smile and frown above the butterflies that danced in her chest.

She did not.

The only other Triwizard Champion that she noticed was Viktor Krum. He too was in the library, slumped over a stack of transfiguration books and what looked like a detailed anatomical study of some kind of fish.

So he is aware of the second task too.

His solution looked rather more complicated and less elegant than Fleur thought hers would be, provided she managed to make it work. He glanced up as she passed, blinking away the slightly glazed look that immediately affected him and covering his notes.

Fleur dipped her head in greeting. Viktor Krum would do very well if he managed to transfigure himself as he appeared to be attempting.

'Someone took out the best book about magical creatures,' she heard Hermione Granger announce as she approached Durmstrang's champion. Evidently school loyalty was not as important as personal loyalty to the former friend of Harry.

The girl had at least made whatever she did to her hair to fix it permanent.

'Madam Pince told me that it was the Beauxbatons' champion that took it out,' Hermione said fiercely. 'She shouldn't be allowed to take books out of our library, isn't one schools knowledge enough for her.'

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