AN: I Do not own HP
For plot reason, the tournament will take place on the fifth year of Hogwarts. The first year was an almost quiet one, and the divergences on the otters will be presented on the story as it goes. Also, english is not my first language, and this is my first fanfic, so bare with me lol, feel free to review and point any mistakes, this is a labor of love, and i am using it to learn and have fun. I am also coming back and editing previews characters as i can, for better reading.
Thanx for reading!
People say that power corrupts. But, is that true? Power, been it money, strength, information or… magic, has no morals. Power don't choose or create sides, is actually used to do so. No, is not the power that corrupts the man, is the man that corrupts the power...
It had being a couple hours already, since the Delacours arrived at Godric's Hollow with their daughter. Lilly Potter and Apolline Delacour watched in amazement as the little silver blond girl hanged over baby Harry's crib, fascinated by him. "Mama, can we take him home with us?" the pretty little witch asked in a fast and garbled French, as children usually do at this age when they are excited.
Lily was impressed, and also felt a twinge of jealousy. She laughed internally, how could she be jealous of the beautiful little girl in front of her? She was 3 years old! Maybe it was more envy and admiration. The truth was that she felt warm inside, even hopeful for the futures, as she watched the two kids interact. The baby laughed as the little toys started dancing around in a burst of wild magic from both kids, a laugh that filled the two women with the joy of living.
"If I didn't know better" Lily said, also in fluent French, in a playful tone "I would say she is using her "special charm" on Harry. He had not cried or even complained once after you arrived!"
"Mon dieu !" Apolline Delacour replied laughing "it will take at least 11 or 12 years for this to happen, I hope" the two women looked at the children, lost in the eyes of each other, blue and green, Harry's little hands trying to touch Fleur's silver hair "that's another thing, it's something a lot more special. Something that can give us hope in these dark times." The french witch finished with a heavy voice.
"Don't worry James." Jacques Delacour said as he entered the room with James Potter at his side. 'We can not let the actions of this... terrorist spread across the rest of Europe, we already have enough problems with our own extremists. We are not going to be intimidated!" The young man said with a voice full of conviction. "Are you sure Sirius and the Greengrasses can give you the political support?"
"Yes, the old man still needs us. His order is severely weakened with our departure. He depended on our influence." James said, looking at the two women. "You look happy…"
"Let us talk about dark times later" Apolline said moving her arms across her husband's shoulders and pointing at the two children playing "Today we are talking about hope for the future, we need to talk about love. And the changes that can come from it."
Jacques tried unsuccessfully to hold back his tears looking down at the piece of parchment in front of him. British bureaucracy be cursed, why does everything have to be so hard with them? Apolline entered the studio with a sigh and sat in the chair in front of him. Jacques served her a glass of wine.
"How is she?" Jacques asked, looking at the heavy gaze of his wife, she looked very tired, with dark shadows around her eyes, he was certain she had also being crying.
"She cried herself to sleep again" Apolline answered looking sad at him. "Oh Jacques, I don't know what to do. It is as if they had plucked something from her…the light has gone from her eyes…" Tears started running down her face. " And you, any luck with the British ministry?"
"No, only what we already knew, Dumbledore not only failed to deliver the will, he got to keep custody of Harry itself! Our friend's child had just slithered through the bureaucracy cracks and loops! That old man ... and what they did to Sirius is unacceptable, not even a trial, I don't believe for a second on the news stories!"
"Mon Dieu ! Do you think Dumbledore got rid of Harry" Apolline said in a frightened voice, eyes wide.
"No, it would be a stupid move to get rid of the boy who lived. He is the foundation of his new order, as Remus has told us. And more …" he said pointing to the parchment in front of him. Apolline looked at the word 'active' glowing with a golden light. Yes, that proved that Harry was alive, but where? How can the ministry of magic lose track of the most important child of the magical world? All while making a spectacle from the death of some of their best friends. Another tear runned down on her face.
"Don't worry" Jacques said, hugging his wife "I will not rest until I find him and bring him home, keep him protected, even if I have to become the goddamn minister of magic for that!"
Albus Dumbledore sat at the big armchair in his office at Hogwarts, surrounded by a pile of legal parchments, the results of some well spent gold and some small mind controlling tricks. He removed his glasses and took a lemon drop from the bowl on the table. A smile crossed his lips as he felt the sour taste. A smile of satisfaction, everything was going according to plan, actually better than he planned.
Tom Riddle nearly destroyed all of his plans to achieve the "greater good", with its simplistic logic and his unreasonable actions. Worse, he had managed to enlist members of various decadent pureblood houses in their ranks, seeking to regain control over the wizardry world. Albus feared he would have to deal with the insolent, so called, Dark Lord himself. And he did not looked forward to it. Say what you want, but the boy had immense magical power (yes, to the headmaster of the most important magic school on England and war hero Albus Percival Dumbledore, they were all boys, boys who needed lessons he was much eager to give). When he realized, Tom already had too much power to be controlled. His mind was too far gone when Dumbledore notice what Tom was doing. That was a serious miscalculation on his part, one he would not make again.
But then, the unbelievable happened. In one single play, Tom Riddle was eliminated, along with two of his biggest possible political opponents, and he gained the perfect platform to start his new order. Magic should really be on his side, of course, after all, he was the one doing the right thing for the future of his kids.
But Albus was no fool. He knew it was a temporary solution. He knew very well what was the scar on the Potters child's head. He knew all too well what this child meant . But the old wizard was not going to make the same mistakes again, as he did with Tom. No, this time the child and his power would be folded and bended to his will from the beginning. The plan was perfect, not even his useless excuse of a godfather could intervene now. The boy would be his, and his power too.
All in name of the greater good.
On the dark corner of his cell in Azkaban, Sirius Black wiped his face with dirty hands. "No!" He thought angrily. Not that damned old man, nor that fucking rat , let alone this infernal prison would break him. He was going to live and keep his sanity, for them, his friends, his brothers in all but blood, and especially for his godson. He was going to get out, he promised himself. And would help Harry bring the changes the magical word needed, to continue the work of his parents, even if he had to burn it all to the ground.
"Wat da bloody fuck?!" Harry Potter though looking at the weird, misshapen little construction in the bottom of the Durlley's was the headmaster's idea of a solution? A small shack on the back of a muggle backyard? The building was poorly done, not even one of it sides was straight, looking at it, there was doubt he would even fit inside. But as many magical constructions, it was probably bigger on the inside than it looked. Also, Harry could feel the security wards both on the locker and around the small monstrosity.
He opened the small door, as expected it was a little bigger on the inside, but not by much, there was barely enough room for him to move. There was also a shining chain hanging from the ceiling, with a collar at the end. He shivered thinking on what he had to do with it. On the door, in a plank, there was also some vials of wolfsbane potions, enough to last him the summer.
"I imagine how much money the headmaster must have payed to Vernon, there is no other way he had gone along with that". Harry shivered again thinking on the enormous man who has been the source of most of the pain he had felt in his first 10 years, it had gotten better over the last years, since Harry had gone to school, but the simply thoughts paralyzed him. He didn't understand how he could fight Dementors, but this one man made him afraid like a baby. He almost wished the magical wards didn't work on the next full moon, but quickly throw the thought aside.
"In the end" Harry thought, " this is just another prison, like the all others i had been, and I threw myself in it this time." But also, for the first time, he didn't regret a thing, he would had done all over again if needed. He didn't even feel guilty, what was a first. Nor even angry.
He just felt alone…
Hermione tried, for the fourth time to start her transfiguration essay. And for the fourth time she couldn't pass the third line. Just looking at the parchment in front of her make all the memories come back. Sirius, Wormtail, Remus and specifically Harry. Something was wrong, and had been wrong for some time now. But just now she was putting the pieces together. How could the headmaster isolate Harry like that. And let him comeback to people who treated him so badly! Harry never spoke about it, he had that infuriating tendency of keeping the bad things to himself until he exploded. But she could see it in his deep emerald eyes when he talked about the Durlleys, a scar almost as great as the one on his forehead. And now, there was also the full moon problem.
The tears run down to the pages of the transfiguration book as she remembered that night. Harry's scream as the fangs buried on his shoulder when he shielded her. The blood flowing through his shirt. The faint smile as he reassured her. Sirius tried to help, but he was not fast enough. Then, for a second, humanity returned to Remus's eyes, he let Harry go and fled. After that, Harry said it was not Remus's or Hermione's fault. That the most important was the fact that she was safe. That bloody selfless prat, she wanted to scream, always thinking about the others before himself!
No, this year would be different, she would help him, he deserved to find some happiness, and she would do it for him. "And I will get him a bloody cellphone! I doubt that medieval lot of the ministry, and even the headmaster will be able to trace it! He just need to keep it hidden from the Durlleys."
Fleur stopped in front of the big doors at her father's studio. She could hear voices, what was not strange per se, especially after her father started running for minister of magic. But something was different this time. The voices sounded scared, exasperated. Desperate even. "You don't understand Jacques" one of the voices said in English " I cursed him! Dammit, how could I destroy his life even more! He already suffered enough!" The man sounded desperate, almost crying.
"No Remus" another english voice, this one sounding tired, "unless I am as guilty as you! We both know who to blame here, who created this entire situation…"
"Friends..." She headed her father's voice now "this conversation is no longer private, Fleur darling, you may come in"
With a small jump, she opened the door. Fleur saw two very strange men in the room with her father. They both look dirty and tired, almost scary, looking in awe at her. Fleur was used to men looking at her, she was used to ignoring the disgusting looks some throw, almost undressing her with their eyes. Her mother taught her since she was very young not only how to live with and how to control her allure, but also many ways to use it on her favour. But the looks now direct at her were of a different kind. There was no lust on those strange men eyes, but a mixture of surprise and admiration.
"Mon dieu…" the slin tattooed man, who had the hair and beard black as the night said in a French with a heavy English accent. "You… you grow up so much… you have became a beautiful young woman, just like your mother." He finished looking at Jacques with a smile.
"I don't know if you will remember us Fleur..." The other ragged man, with a big scar on his face said in a much better French, but with a more tired, defeated voice. "The last time we meet, you were no older than three or four. My name is Remus Lupin, and this speechless idiot here is Sirius Black." That name sounded familiar, but she couldn't say from where.
"Oui." Her father said looking with curiosity at her. "The last time was on James and Lily's Christmas party I believe… almost fourteen years ago." Yes, there was something familiar, but Fleur couldn't put a finger on it.
Always polite, Fleur answered in an educated tone. "Can't say I remember monsieurs, but is always a pleasure to meet my father's friends, specifically ones who go back so long. But papa, you asked for me, no…" She was curious, her father usually kept her out of his political meetings, though this men may be too weird for that.
Jacques smiled at his daughter's assertiveness, in that manner she was like him, just like she was beautiful and smart as her mother. "Yeas Fleur, I have information concerning the actives of your school this year, dear." She looked at him with curiosity. "I know for a fact that you, Gabby and some of your colleagues will be travelling to Britain in a couple months." Now she looked surprised. "But I will not lie, the news coming from there are not the most reassuring ones. Not only we are seeing a rise of an extremely retrograde pureblood movement." All three men smiled in approval at the disgust on her face. "But there is also even scarier rumours of something moving underground…"
"I can take care of myself papa!" She interrupted with a prideful look that made Jacques smile at her. "You know that! Please do not worry papa. Also, I pity the fool who even looks the wrong way to madam Maxine" Fleur finished with a smirk.
"Oui, I will not even try to dissuade you dear, it would do me no good. I may say I am even proud of that. No, what I want is to ask to you to do something for me… we need you to do something for us…" Fleur looked curiously to her father and his weird friends, and started to feel excited. "Now… what I am about to ask you is a secret, and, may i say, borderline illegal, and it can generate some international… discomfort… but I would not ask if I didn't trust you, and if was not from extreme importance to protect the students from Hogwarts and possibly all other schools as well. Are you ok with it?" Fleur didn't even bother to hide her smile. And for the next hour she listened to her father's request.
An hour later, excited with her mission, and proud of the trust her father had put on her, Fleur closed the studio's doors. Not even a second to late she listened to the men starting talking again. "Do you think she remembers Jacques?" The man called Remus asked, possible unaware of the veela's sensitive sense of hearing.
"I don't know, it was a long time ago, she was too small, we don't even know if it really means something and she had suffered enough already… but I doubt a connection like that could be totally lost. But she is her own person now." Fleur didn't know what they were talking about, but feel it was important, and was sure it was about her.
That night Fleur had a really strange and vivid dream. She was naked, and there was an enormous wolf with her. The beast walked to her, and instead of being afraid, she felt touched by his eyes. The best had the most profound emerald green eyes she has ever seen….