Fleur,
We have received confirmation that you have been chosen to represent Beauxbatons in the Triwizard Tournament. Should you succeed there will be no doubt as to your value as a future wife, do not embarrass me.
I have decided that we will make the trip to England depending upon your success in the first task. Should you fail I will find a suitable buyer for your hand in England and your return will not be required.
Keep in mind I still have your sister to carry on our family name if need be.
Jean Delacour
The Veela fought the urge to scream at the top of her lungs, why was everything she did simply not good enough for her bastard of a father? Why did he constantly have to drag her innocent sister into all of her personal failings?
She knew what the man had planned for her life, knew that he was grooming her not to be an heir, but rather to be sold off in an attempt for a male grandson.
The man was as manipulative as they came and had been parading her in front of potential business and political partners for years in the hopes that one of them would show interest and he could get rid of her.
Luckily for both her younger sister and Fleur all of the older men had been wary of entrapments and being bound to the Delacour family in such a way. The young Witch fell back onto her bed, all she had to do was deal with another year or two until she could get a decent enough job to support both herself and Gabbie, then they could leave the two adults behind and find true freedom.
A few more years, all they had to do was last that long without being sold off like cattle.
Fleur shuddered at the planned future for herself and her baby sister.
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"I cannot believe them!"
Harry gave a sigh as he allowed the bushy-haired Witch to continue her rant. He wasn't quite sure what she was so very mad about, but it didn't really matter either way.
"Last year was bad enough with the Runes! I mean who could possibly call you evil for stopping Dementors!"
The boy-who-lived ignored the urge to point out that he had also caused the creatures to eat the souls of several children a few months later.
"And you killed a Basilisk!"
"Technically Tonks did that."
Hermione halted and turned to glare at her pseudo boyfriend, who wisely smiled and made the motion of zipping his lips.
"It is all professor Snape, he has had it out for you ever since you started. Who knows why the Headmaster keeps that horrible man around with his bullying and obsessive behaviors, he is the absolute worst teacher!"
"You are funny when you get mad Hermione." Luna helpfully chirped from where she was working on a homework assignment nearby.
"I am not funny."
"Are too" the blonde sang innocently.
"Am not "
"Are too"
"AM NOT!"
"She is right Luna…" a voice whispered next to the Gryffindor, sending shivers up her spine. "I wouldn't say funny I would say… intoxicating . I do so enjoy the way your eyes light up, how your lips tremble…"
"H-Harry" the youngest Granger moaned as he pressed himself into her back, his arms wrapping around and allowing his hands to begin trailing up her thighs.
"Oooo can we take a study break my Lord? I have always wanted to have a threesome with you and Hermione."
"B-b-but…"
"Not interested in the idea Hermione? You know I certainly won't force you to do anything, but I must admit the thought of watching you push Luna's head into you while moaning in ecstasy is…"
Any further temptations were interrupted as the bookworm grabbed his wrist, marched over to the blonde to grab hers thus earning a cheerful 'yay' from the girl, and promptly dragged the two towards Harry's bed.
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"You wanted to see me director?"
Amelia Bones nodded, before giving a slight gesture for Tonks to enter the room and close the door behind her. "I did. I am sure you are aware that the selection for the Triwizard Tournament took place a few days ago."
The Metamorphmagus merely nodded in confirmation, secretly hoping that this conversation was leading where she so desperately hoped it was.
"I have received a report from Headmaster Dumbledore that there was an… incident… during the selection process and that the artifact was damaged."
"D-damaged ma'am?"
The elder sighed before gently sitting down into her chair, "No known suspects at this time but there has been some understandable… agitation with the foreign bodies and representatives."
"Shouldn't the Minister be handling that?"
The director's mouth twitched at the humor as she suppressed the urge to laugh, "Normally yes, but Minster Malfoy has been busy with passing new laws and making other inspections of the Ministry for corruption and other irregularities. He has asked us to step in and help preserve the peace."
"Us?"
"I have not forgotten about your request from earlier in the year, but I need to make sure you are focused for this."
"I-I am ma'am, I promise." The Auror emphasized.
"Are you sure? You can't be sneaking away from your duties in order to steal alone time with your chosen person of interest Tonks, we are being watched by the other nations and our own citizens. We cannot afford any screw ups."
"I understand, I will not let you down ma'am."
Amelia nodded once again, before sliding a large vanilla folder to her employee, "Good, then start reading this over and remember this is all classified. The first task is planned on being Dragons…"
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