Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

Do you know how many there are within these walls who would like to take your place?' Fleur asked him, but she seemed more amused than annoyed.

'Many,' Harry shrugged, 'but I am not them.'

'No,' Fleur mused, 'I suppose you are not. We are both a little bit different to the rest.' She favoured him with the softer smile; the one he had glimpsed next to Gabrielle's. Her eyes seemed a great deal warmer in that more natural expression.

Harry gave her his most charming version of Tom Riddle's smile, pushing as much emotion into his eyes as he could. It was his most brilliant yet.

'Do not,' Fleur snapped coldly, 'smile at me like that.'

Harry flinched, startled. She should not recognise its source.

She knows it isn't real, he realised, remembering her more usual expression from the Great Hall.

'Sorry,' he apologised, 'it has become a habit.' They were unnervingly similar in some ways. Fleur Delacour was as alone as Harry, just in a different way. It struck him then why she might have actually asked him to be her date to the Yule Ball. It had nothing to do with wounded pride, escaping from the attentions of her enraptured admirers, or apologising for the fiasco she had helped cause with Katie.

She's looking for an equal, for somebody who understands.

They were looking for the same things and even if Harry had to die Fleur Delacour might understand that too. Then again, Harry recalled how proud she was, verging on selfish, she might not.

A slightly wry, half-smile crooked at the corner of his mouth.

'That,' Fleur commented quietly, 'is much better.' They stood in silence for a while, the music had faded away the moment Fleur had released him.

'How does a fourteen year old forget how to smile?' she asked, breaking the silence.

'How does a seventeen year old?' Harry countered.

'She has nobody to smile with,' Fleur replied with surprising candidness, 'only people to smile at.'

'Then you already understand,' Harry told her. His words carried unintentional weight and the french witch turned to scrutinise him more carefully.

'Do I?' she asked. 'We are not the same.' 'Similar enough. Fleur Delacour is seen through,' Harry smiled, remembering the wand-weighing, 'a rose tinted lens. I fall underneath my own shadow.'

'It is equally hard for others to see either of us,' Fleur finished. She tossed her hair back over her shoulders, smoothing it with both hands. 'I am glad that your name came out of the goblet,' she admitted.

'You are?' Harry grinned. 'You might change your mind when you come second.'

'I will come first,' Fleur said quite adamantly. 'You did not enter, did you?'

'No,' Harry sighed. 'Things like this always seem to happen to me.'

'Do you know how an age line works?' Fleur asked curiously. 'Professor Dumbledore explained it to me. It detects the age of your magic.' Harry wasn't quite sure where she was going with this.

'Nobody younger than seventeen could have crossed the line,' Fleur told him. 'So you could not have entered your name.'

'You believed me all this time?'

'Albus Dumbledore is too powerful to have one of his wards broken by any student, you could not have crossed. My reason for bringing this up is because I also know how the Goblet of Fire works.'

'So do I,' Harry remarked. 'It selected names.'

Fleur gave him a pitying look. 'It selects the best possible candidate from the names it accepts and it cannot be lied to. If I tried to put another's name in, I would fail.'

'So nobody but me could have put my name in.' The horrible sinking sensation had returned to his stomach.

'Nobody who was not called Harry Potter and was above the age of seventeen,' Fleur corrected, 'but such a scheme is far-fetched.' Harry had come across some fairly far-fetched schemes at Hogwarts, but had to concede it was unlikely.

'So I had to have put my name in for it to come out,' Harry said slowly, 'but I did not, and my cloak has not been missing.'

'Your cloak?' Fleur looked confused. 'An invisibility cloak cannot conceal you from an age line, Harry. Your friends are wrong.'

'My former friends,' Harry amended, 'are more right than they realise. My cloak is an heirloom capable of bypassing the line.'

'Had I known that before I would have never questioned your attempt to enter,' Fleur confessed.

'Dumbledore assumed I used it.'

'Your headmaster cast a charm that made it impossible for you to enter, and the goblet makes it impossible for almost anyone else to enter you. The fact that he read your name out-'

'-does not mean my name came from the goblet.' Harry understood perfectly now.

Every year I encounter danger at Hogwarts under the nose of Albus Dumbledore. Every year I almost die. He's been trying to quietly destroy his accidental horcrux from the very beginning.

Some of his anger must have shown on his face because Fleur had take several steps back.

'Sorry,' he apologised. 'I just realised something that has made me quite angry.'

'You think your headmaster put you in the tournament,' Fleur concluded. 'I arrived at the same deduction, but I could believe Albus Dumbledore would do such a thing. He must believe in you very strongly.'

'I'm sure he will be overjoyed when I win,' Harry ground out.

'When you come second.' A small smile played around the corners of Fleur Delacour's mouth. 'We'll see,' Harry retorted, but not harshly. The bitterness of their previous encounters had been abandoned.

'Have you progressed anywhere with your egg?' she asked.

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