Harry Potter: The Saviour's Awakening

Dylan cringed. "I bet you didn't take that rather well," he said.

Harry snorted. "You think? I told him to bugger off and walked out of his office. I have an aversion to dragon dung and Dumbledore produces it in bulk. He accused me of going dark and I was quite curious as to why he ever thought I was a so-called light wizard."

Dylan burst out laughing. Soon, the delegations of the two schools arrived and they were led inside the castle. Harry sat down next to Dylan as he listened to Dumbledore's speech, even though his mind was drifting. Schooling his features, his face was back to its expressionless self as the food appeared.

"Is that French food?" asked Dylan curiously.

"Yes," said Harry. "You might want to try it; I certainly enjoyed it during my trip to France two years ago."

The Great Hall looked a lot more crowded than usual, which it was. There were about two hundred students from the two foreign schools put together and they were sitting at all four House tables. Unknown to Harry, several of the new female students were staring at him unashamedly. While Harry wasn't vain, there was no denying the fact that he was the best-looking male at Hogwarts. When his gaze drifted to the Slytherin table, his eye twitched in annoyance as he observed several of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang boys eyeing Daphne, a few brave ones actually flirting with her.

Daphne felt someone staring at her. She smirked as she saw Harry looking at her, his anger -and dare she say it, jealousy - barely concealed to her. Wanting to nip things in the bud before Harry actually killed someone - she had no doubt he was capable of doing it and was already considering it - she winked at him and subtly blew him a kiss. She snorted in amusement when she saw the pleased look on Harry's face as he went back to his dinner. Sitting beside him, Dylan was covering his mouth with his hands, laughing his arse off.

"Shut up, Dylan," muttered Harry, cuffing the boy on the head.

At that moment, a musical voice said, "Excuse me, but may I take the bouillabaisse?"

"Of course," said Harry, not reacting to the silvery blonde haired beauty in front of him. As far as he was concerned, the dark blonde haired beauty sitting at the Slytherin table was more beautiful than any Veela in the world and nothing or no one would change that.

Of course, it wouldn't hurt to look…

"You have finished with it?" asked as the beautiful girl, smiling flirtatiously at him, wondering if the handsome boy in front of her was resistant to her allure. She noticed that his emerald green eyes did soften, so maybe he wasn't completely impervious to it.

"It's not my favourite dish, so you can have it," said Harry with a small smile. "But the Crème Brulee has my name written on it, sorry."

"Oh, that's quite alright," she said smiling widely. Extending her hand, she said, "I'm Fleur Delacour."

"Charmed, Ms Delacour," said Harry, taking her hand to kiss her knuckles. "I'm Harry Potter and this is my brother Dylan Lestrange."

"It is a pleasure to meet you both," said Fleur happily. "I have to get back to my friends. I hope to see you later."

"Of course," said Harry, turning back to his food.

"You are in so much trouble," muttered Dylan.

"Why do you say that?"

"Daphne."

Harry subtly cast a glance at his fiancée. Even though her face was not showing it, her deep blue eyes were glaring daggers at Fleur Delacour. Smirking slightly, he too blew her a kiss, making Daphne smile back at him slightly, though it looked somewhat forced.

Many boys in the Great Hall were gaping at what had just happened. Ron Weasley's eyes were glazed slightly as he glared hatefully at Harry. Just as the desserts were cleared, Harry saw Sirius enter the Hall along with Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman.

"What is Uncle Sirius doing here?" asked Dylan curiously.

"He's the Minister of Magic of the host country," Harry shrugged. "It's expected that he be here. Dumbledore is actually not only the Headmaster of the host school, but also the Supreme Mugwump of the I.C.W. He is representing the Confederation because they were the ones who organised the event."

"Before we begin," said Dumbledore standing up, "let me introduce you to our new arrivals. First, we have Mr Bartemius Crouch, the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Mr Ludo Bagman, the Head of the Department of the Magical Games and Sports. We also have with us today Lord Sirius Black, the Minister of Magic of Magical Britain and Ireland."

Thunderous applause greeted Sirius as he stood up, smiling at them. "Madam Maxime, Professor Karkaroff and I will be judging the three tasks along with two other randomly chosen representatives of the International Confederation," said Dumbledore. "We will be judging the champions' efforts in participating in the tasks."

Dumbledore then tapped his wand at a casket, making the wood around it melt, revealing a large, handsome goblet. The brim of the goblet was full of dancing blue flames.

"Anyone who wishes to submit themselves as champion must write their name and school clearly on a sheet of parchment and drop it in the Goblet of Fire," explained Dumbledore. "To ensure that no underage student yields to temptation, I will be drawing an Age Line around the Goblet of Fire once it has been placed in the entrance hall. Nobody under the age of seventeen will be able to cross this line."

After the feast was done, Dumbledore dismissed them and everyone headed to their respective dormitories. The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students returned to their carriage and ship too. Nobody could stop talking about the tournament and champions.

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