Harry Potter:Diamond Heart.

'I don't know,' Dumbledore answered gravely, 'but we will find out. I can assure you that it is not a student, the wards of the school would have notified my the moment one of them left the grounds without permission and I know for fact they are still working as of just before the wand-weighing ceremony.'

'That was sometime Maxime noted.

ago,

Albus,'

Madame

'It tells me that they have not decayed over time enough to fail, and nobody has tampered with them in over a decade, that I would have certainly noticed. Whoever this poor unfortunate is, he is neither staff nor student.' The old wizard tucked his strange wand away to run his fingers through his beard. 'That does rather lead to the question of what he was doing here. Alastor has been growing increasingly concerned of late, but I had no evidence to lend credence to his theories but the shadows in his foe glass.'

'I will have to warn my students, Dumbledore,' Fleur's headmistress informed him.

'Of course, Olympe. I would expect and advise nothing less.'

There was a low cry and a bird of vibrant red and gold settled upon the wizard's shoulder. 'I must notify our ministry and the aurors,' Dumbledore said calmly, 'please do not try to touch anything, the area is quite strongly protected.'

A second flash of fire washed over the clearing and the old wizard was gone.

'Can we go back to the carriage?' Gabby asked. 'I don't like this place, it feels angry, and cold.'

Both Fleur and her mother glanced sharply at her younger sister. Gabrielle was far more sensitive to the emotions left in magic than either of them were. Fleur's allure was stronger, but Gabby's empathetic sense of magic was much more precise.

'What do you feel, Gabby?' her mother asked gently.

'I don't want to,' she shook her head, 'please don't ask.'

'It's important, Gabrielle,' Fleur told her, stepping next to her sister and taking her hand. Just listen to what you can feel for a minute. Her sister looked scared, but nodded and closed her eyes.

'It's distant,' she muttered, 'far away and fading, but it must have been so strong.' She shivered and her eyes flashed open. Fleur's sister looked very disturbed. 'It's like an echo,' she said. 'I don't think they died here, but the magic is still clinging to them. It's like thick, black smoke.' Fleur stared at sister horrified. Gabrielle very rarely described what she felt so visually and when she did it was always in terms of bright colours or soft feelings.

'And it's cold,' Gabby whispered. 'It's so cold, like sharp ice. I-I can't touch it. It's angry, it's furious and cruel. I don't want to touch it anymore, please.' Fleur squeezed her sister's hand.

'It's ok,' her mother told her. 'Stop listening.' She turned to Fleur. 'Take her back to the carriage and keep her mind off it,' she instructed. 'I need to talk to Madame Maxime.'

Taking Gabrielle's other hand Fleur led her still distressed sister away from the clearing and the feeling of magic. They only made it a few metres back towards the quidditch pitch when Gabby froze and whimpered. 'Not that way,' she muttered. 'It's stronger that way.'

'Can you lead me to where it's strongest?' Fleur asked her.

Her sister's hand clutched more tightly, but she slowly began to walk, her eyes pressed tightly shut, in the direction they had been travelling.

They came to stop only a few metres from the edge of the quidditch pitch. There seemed nothing out of place, no matter how hard Fleur looked, but Gabby was visibly shaking.

'Let's go,' she pleaded, 'please, Fleur, let's go. It's so empty here, there's just nothing, and it hurts. I can't stay,' she insisted desperately. Gabby tugged violently at Fleur's hand, dragging her away out towards the pitches.

Gabrielle didn't stop until they were inside Hogwarts at the foot of the staircases. She was still trembling.

'I want to show you something,' Fleur told her. 'You'll love it.' Gabby didn't respond, she was still caught in the remnants of whatever she had been forced to feel. The empathy of veela magic was exceptionally strong in her, far more so than in Fleur, or any other veela she had met.

She led her sister up the stairs, pausing when they swung away, and being careful to step over the points that all of the other students avoided. Fleur knew that there were trick steps on these stairs.

The room was Harry's secret, somewhere he had shown her that she doubted he had shared with many others. Fleur certainly hoped she had been special enough that she was the only person he had shared it with. Gabrielle, though, she was more important than Harry's secret, especially when he had never even asked her to keep it.

They passed a pudgy, shy looking boy who Fleur had occasionally seen in the vicinity of Harry's former friends. She didn't know his name, only that he stared like all the others when she was near.

He wasn't staring like he used to. There was the strangest, strongest mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes when he looked at her as they passed him on the seventh floor corridor. Had Fleur not been trying to cheer up her sister she would have been sorely tempted to stop and see what had caused him to look at her like that.

The door to the Room wouldn't form when Fleur tried to reach it, not until she was almost desperate, and when she made it in Fleur found she and Gabrielle were not alone inside.

'Fleur.' Harry was gazing up at the walls. He'd been looking up at whatever had just faded from them, but she could only glimpse the silver edges of photo frames. 'I'll leave the room to you and Gabrielle.' His voice was nowhere as near as cold as it had been the last time they had spoken. It seemed almost resigned; his smile was tired and wry.

Perhaps he does not hate me.

Her heart squirmed in hope, but she refused to listen to it now only to be disappointed later.

'Thank you,' she responded with earnest warmth.

He dipped his head, glancing with both concern and curiosity at her still withdrawn sister.

'She'll be fine once I've shown her what the room can do,' Fleur explained, hoping he heard how important it was to her and that he understood she had not revealed this place lightly. 'I hope she finds it as amazing as it is,' Harry grinned, but the expression faltered as the walls began to change again, the frames reforming on every inch of wall space. 'I should go,' he blurted. 'Good luck for a month's time.'

A month, Fleur thought, confused. The third task, she realised. It had grown a lot closer than she had realised. The second task seemed only a few of days ago.

Harry stepped swiftly towards the door, moving close to Gabrielle, who flinched uncharacteristically back from him.

Fleur watched his back disappear, then turned back to inspect the room, focusing on their conservatory from home. The edges of the pictures faded again, the pictures Harry had wanted to see were replaced with the open glass windows that looked out into the garden. Gabby was watching, wide-eyed.

'What is this room?' she gasped.

'The Room of Requirement,' Fleur answered. 'Harry Potter showed it to me after the Yule Ball, I told you a little bit about it in my letter, but not much, I didn't want to give away his secret.'

'It's amazing,' her sister gushed, 'everything is exactly like home.' She turned to the door, tentatively reaching for the handle. 'Can we go outside?'

'We can try,' Fleur smiled, glad her sister was feeling better. For some odd reason she had the oddest feeling things were going to be better now, like she had somehow glimpsed the light at the end of a tunnel she had not known she had been in.

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