Harry Potter: The Saviour's Awakening

The next day, once Harry finished his morning run and shower, he made his way to the Great Hall, only for Dylan to grab his arm and drag him over to the Slytherin table.

"Let me guess," said Harry wryly. "You got a mirror call from Daphne last night and you are under orders to ensure that no girl flirts with me? She's turned you into her minion!"

"Any news on who entered their names yet?" asked Dylan, looking around at the group, ignoring his brother.

"Not yet, though a few of the seventh year Slytherins did it early this morning," said Theo as he helped himself to breakfast.

"Makes sense," said Blaise as he sat down. "You wouldn't want an audience when it happens. Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor put her name in and the Hufflepuffs are chanting Diggory's name as though he is Merlin himself," he finished in disgust.

"Did you find anything?" asked Daphne quietly.

"Her name is Fleur Delacour," said Astoria, ignoring the boys as she spoke to her sister softly. "Daughter of Jean-Luc Delacour, the Head of the Department of International Relations of the French Ministry of Magic. He's married to a Veela, I'm told, which explains her allure."

"That's very rare," observed Daphne. "Veela, male or female, don't usually intermarry with witches and wizards, choosing to keep themselves separate."

Astoria shrugged. "She's the top student of her year at Beauxbatons, so she might be a champion. She is adored by the boys for obvious reasons, but the girls, not so much, though she does have several friends."

"Interesting," muttered Daphne.

Once they finished breakfast, Dylan and Astoria went off to the library but Harry dragged Daphne to the Room of Requirement. Once inside, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her lovingly and passionately.

"You know that I love you more than anyone in the world, right?" he breathed, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"Of course I know that," said Daphne softly, not meeting his eyes. "And you should know that I love you too, but -"

"Then, in that case, please trust me when I say that you are my one and only," said Harry as he tilted her chin up, locking eyes with her. "No one can compare to you, Daphne."

"She clearly has her sights on you. Not just Delacour, but several other girls as well. They're all waiting in line to get to you. Is it wrong of me to be scared of losing you to them? How do I compete with her?"

"Daphne, why do you think this is a competition? Even if it were, you've already won. You managed to capture my heart and make me fall irrevocably in love with you. So what is she has Veela blood in her? It's her nature! We can't blame her for that. Even so, why would I be attracted to them when I have you, someone who is more beautiful than all the Veela in the world combined?"

Daphne looked at him with wide, hopeful eyes. The warmth displayed in Harry's eyes made her heart beat faster. Wrapping her arms around him, she melted into the hug, her head under his chin as she listened to his heartbeat.

"I can't begin to describe how much I love you," she said softly. "That's why I'm scared."

Harry closed his eyes as he placed a kiss on the top of her head as they stayed there together, enjoying the silence and comfort the other offered.

"I love you too. Never forget that."

...

People were quite nervous that night, going by the fact that they didn't even take second helpings of dessert. Once the golden plates and cutlery were cleared, Dumbledore stood up and there was a sharp upswing in the level of noise as people began whispering excitedly. Minister Black was present, along with the Triwizard Committee of the I.C.W., Mr Crouch, Mr Bagman, Madam Maxime and Professor Karkaroff. There was also the staff of Hogwarts and the teachers of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang who had come with the students. The media was also present. One reporter from each major magical publication was allowed, so that had a half a dozen reporters from Britain and abroad being present. The reporter of the Magical Daily had the recording crystal suspended in mid-air so that witches and wizards could watch the live telecast.

The flames in the goblet turned red suddenly. Sparks began to fly and a tongue of flame rushed out of the goblet, spitting out a piece of parchment. Dumbledore caught the parchment and said, "The champion for Durmstrang is Victor Krum!"

Thunderous applause greeted this declaration as the International Quidditch star stood up and walked to the chamber off the Great Hall. The goblet released another tongue of flame along with a parchment.

"The champion of Beauxbatons is Fleur Delacour," shouted Dumbledore.

The applause was not as great as Victor's but it was still deafening. The anticipation in the hall was palpable when the third slip of parchment flew out. "The Hogwarts champion is," said Dumbledore, "Cedric Diggory!"

All the students at the Hufflepuff table stood up in celebration as Cedric went to the Headmaster, grinning widely.

Harry's eyes twinkled in amusement. The other three Houses were clapping loudly too, but he could see some of the Gryffindors and Slytherins look aghast. He was actually pleased with the outcome. Hufflepuff rarely got a chance to shine and this was their moment. Amelia Black was another exemplary Hufflepuff, so there could be a chance that Cedric might shine in -

"Harry Potter."

Harry's head snapped up, blinking in confusion. In the midst of the celebration, he had not listened to Dumbledore's speech being interrupted or the Goblet of Fire turning red for the fourth time, spitting out another piece of parchment.

"HARRY POTTER!" shouted Dumbledore, holding the slip in his hand.

Sirius looked half-scared and half-outraged. People all over began looking at him and whispering. Harry himself had a look of utter shock on his otherwise impassive face.

"Harry, you need to go," urged Dylan.

"What the hell is going on here?" asked Harry, his eyes narrowing.

"You'll never find out if you stay here. Go on!"

Harry slowly got up, his eyes darkening, glowing a shade of blackish-green, his fear and fury making it difficult to think. He heard someone shout 'cheat' but did not care. He stared at Dumbledore, promising eternal pain if he did not explain himself. Dumbledore, for that matter, had a look of shock on his face himself.

"Go on in, Harry," said Dumbledore quietly, giving him the slip of parchment.

Harry took it and checked the handwriting. There was no doubt about it. His name was written in his distinctively neat cursive writing. Clenching his fists, he left the Great Hall, the sound of his long strides echoing off the walls.

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