“Greetings, my students.” A tall olive-skinned woman stood behind the podium, addressing the hundreds of students that poputed the Great Hall, “Welcome to Beauxbatons.” She said and with a wave of her wand, it looked as if the ceiling opened itself to the night sky. Just as the younger students were admiring the magical sight, a cacophony of sounds was heard before a rge number of animals appeared in the vision of the students as if they were flying from the moon toward them.

  Within seconds, the animals were upon the ceiling, just as they reached an appropriate height for everyone to be able to view each animal clearly, they separated in all directions, hiding the night sky itself by their sheer numbers.

  “Honestly…” Fleur leaned against Harry’s shoulder, “I can never get used to this sight. To think they are all Madam Maxime’s personally cared for creatures…”

  “Yeah…” Harry admired the show before whispering in Fleur’s ear, “Just like I can never get used to seeing you naked. You always leave me mesmerized.”

  “You…” Fleur gained a light blush on her cheek and elbowed Harry, “Don’t try to score brownie points with me.” She huffed, “I’m still annoyed with you.”

  “Ow…” He groaned lightly, “My ribs.” He massaged the spot where Fleur hit him, “I think I heard something crack.”

  “Drama queen…” Fleur rolled her eyes, “I barely grazed you.”

  “I’ll show you what barely grazing is tonight…” Harry said with gritted teeth.

  “I’ll look forward to my nightly spanking…” She whispered back in a sensual tone, “Daddy~” Her whisper made Harry feel goosebumps rising all along his spine as he had to close his eyes and take a breath to shrug off the allure contained in Fleur’s tone.

  “One of these days…” He said, “You won’t even realize it until you’re helplessly lying on my bed, tied up as I spank you like a disobedient child…”

  “As daddy wishes…” Fleur whispered back, “I have a desperate…aching void that can only be filled by your big, thick—“ Harry put his hand on Fleur’s mouth to stop her from speaking further.

  “You need therapy…” Harry mumbled.

  “All I need is for you to fill me up, ‘Arry~” She whispered sultrily after freeing her mouth from his hand.

  Just as he was about to respond, Madame Maxime clinked her gss with a spoon, bringing the students’ attention back to herself. Harry shook his head and sighed before turning toward Madame Maxime, as did Fleur.

  Her speech started by addressing the first years who were here for the first time. Harry and Fleur quickly lost interest in the same speech that they had heard annually for almost an entire decade by now.

  “So where were we?” Fleur cutely put a finger on her lips and acted like she was deep in thought, “Ah, yes. You were about to fill me up~” Her words made Harry choke on his drink.

  “I give up…” Harry pyed dirty and dispelled the enhanced concealing charms that were surrounding them and preventing Fleur’s allure from affecting anyone other than him. That was how they were able to talk so freely in the middle of the hall without Fleur distracting everyone around them.

  “I hate you…” Fleur looked at him with an aggrieved frown as she was forced to restrain her allure. Even then, a few guys couldn’t help but look at her frown with a mesmerized expression. Even without her allure, she was the most beautiful woman that most people would ever see in their lives, being extremely beautiful even by Vee’s standards.

  “You’re already forming a fan group with the sixth years too now…” Harry smiled as he noticed the mesmerized gazes directed toward Fleur.

  “Ugh… Don’t remind me.” Fleur groaned with an annoyed look as she thought of the literal army of students that were smitten with her. Beauxbatons’ most popur extracurricur club wasn’t Quidditch or something else, it was Fleur’s army of simps, “Even after explicitly blocking their owls, I still received a letter over the break asking for a chance with me…”

  “This is news to me…” Harry’s eyes took a slightly cold turn. But his smile was just as gentle, “Who was it?” He asked while acting as casually as he could.

  Fleur couldn’t suppress her scoff, “I can smell your possessiveness and jealousy.”

  “Well, then tell me who it is before I target innocents,” Harry nonchantly threatened a rge chunk of the student body, “I’ll start with the new first years.” He whispered in her ear with a dark tone, “You know… to nip the pursuers in the bud…”

  Instead of being horrified by his words, she gushed, “Do it…” She seemed excited, “At least then they might stop annoying me.”

  Harry ughed before hugging her shoulder, “I’ll get the name out of you ter tonight…” Harry’s tone had many implications that left Fleur feeling anticipatory in her stomach.

  “And finally,” Madame Maxime’s speech seemed to be at its climax, “This is for the seniors, specifically the ninth and tenth-year students. Out of your combined batch, only a small number of students will be going to Hogwarts for the exchange program to participate in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. As for the NEWTs that the tenth-year students are supposed to give at the end of the year, they will still be happening, but instead of here, you will attempt them with the Hogwarts student body.” She expined, much to the chagrin of the seniors, who were expecting to be exempted. Harry and Fleur were no exception to that dissatisfaction. However, it didn’t take them long before they stopped caring.

  As the cacophony of dissatisfied noise echoed through the great hall, Madame Maxime clinked her gss once again, bringing the students back to silence, “After this feast, those who have received the acceptance letters for the program are to stay behind. So, I announce the commencement of this year. Without further ado, let us begin the feast!” She said loudly before waving her wand.

  The hall burst into cheers as all sorts of food items appeared on the tables and the students quickly dug in.

  “We’ll need to talk to her about Celine,” Fleur commented as she pulled a pte in front of herself and started piling food on it, “Here.” She pushed it to the center before Harry could grab a pte for himself. He shrugged and stabbed his fork into an appetizer from her pte.

  “Later,” He said, “We’ll talk about it with the headmistress after everyone leaves.” He said while stuffing himself with food.

  …

  It was already te by the time the feast finished which meant that it was curfew time for everyone except for the students who would be a part of the delegation that would go to Hogwarts.

  The students were all sitting on seats that had been brought closer to the podium with Madame Maxime facing them as she took the roll call for the students that were going, “Harry Potter.” She called as her gaze settled on Harry.

  “Here.” He said reluctantly while thinking, ‘If you’ve already seen me, why are you waiting for my response…’

  “Fleur Decour.” The same thing happened before Fleur answered.

  “And stly,” Madame Maxime turned to look at Gabrielle, “Our lovely mascot, Gabrielle Decour.” She had a fond smile as she spoke the girl’s name.

  “Here!” Unlike Harry and Fleur’s unenthused replies, Gabrielle was full of energy.

  “Is anyone left?” Madame Maxime asked.

  Only one hand raised as the half-giantess raised a brow, “Celine? You’re an eighth year if I remember correctly. You didn’t receive the invitation letter in the first pce.” She asked.

  Celine gazed at Harry and Fleur, who were sitting beside her, hoping that they would expin. She was nervous until Harry finally stood up to expin, “Fleur thought that it would be a good idea for us to get a helper. Celine volunteered and we were happy to have some help.” He said casually.

  The rge woman narrowed her eyes and almost gred at both Fleur and Harry, “I already broke the rules by bringing Gabrielle at your behest. Now you want another?” She asked.

  “Gabi is Fleur’s plus one.” Harry smiled, “Celine can be my plus one.”

  “You’re a real piece of work, you know, Potter…” She grumbled before saying, “Fine, I want the letter of the transference of the necessary funds by tomorrow evening.”

  “Will be done.” Harry nodded before sitting down, though Celine was still too stunned to sit back down, ‘That’s all it took?’ She thought, ‘A few words to the Headmistress…’

  “Anyone else want a plus one?” Madame Maxime almost gred at the group of almost fifty students as a hush fell over the room. Everyone was scared of even letting out a peep. As the tension rose, Harry grabbed Celine’s arm and pulled her down, making her sit on her seat, “It’s done.” He said to Celine who was still dazed and dumbfounded at the ease with which Harry got allowance for Celine to come with them.

  “Good.” Madame Maxime seemed to be satisfied by the group’s silence before continuing, “Now for the important part, The Triwizard Tournament.” Her gaze passed over the entire group of students who all seemed excited at the prospect of an inter-school competition, “Some backstory is necessary before you understand the significance of the tournament. The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three rgest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang.” She expined.

  “Now I won’t bore you with the nitty gritty,” Madame Maxime continued, “But know that it was an extremely dangerous competition. At one point, the death toll of students had gone so far that the tournament had to be discontinued.” Her words were met with gasps from throughout the room.

  “Now now…” She calmed them down, “As for why it’s being reinstated once again. That’s because of a little thing known as The Dark Lord. That man has been wreaking havoc throughout Britain for the past half-decade. At the suggestion of the International Confederation of Wizards, the ministries of our three countries have decided to ally together. The reinstatement of the Tri-Wizard tournament is going to be the first of many cooperation efforts between our three countries.”

  Someone from the crowd raised their hand and Madame Maxime pointed to them, “Yes, Aurèlia?” She asked.

  “I read in the papers that initially, the tournament was supposed to be held two years ago, but due to some unknown reasons, it had been deyed. Do you know what they are?” The girl asked.

  “Ahh, yes.” Madame Maxime seemed to recall something, “Hogwarts was supposed to host it two years ago for the 1994-1995 school year. However, the dark lord attacked the school the year prior, causing untold chaos. The panic among the students even caused csses to be suspended for half of the year. It’s only now, that things have somewhat calmed down, that they are able to host the Tournament.”

  Another student raised their hand, “I read a rumor in the British paper that the dark lord rides a Basilisk to battle. Is that true?”

  Madame Maxime’s eyes widened at the question. She cleared her throat, “The Daily Prophet is a paper full of conjectures without any basis. You shouldn’t trust those corrupt journalists, most of whom are under the dark lord’s control.”

  The rest of the session passed by with Madame Maxime satisfying the students’ curiosities regarding Hogwarts except for the occasional odd question referring to the dark lord. Some of these students had prominent backgrounds and were aware of more than the general public, but their parents weren’t willing to give them the full picture, so they instead asked their Headmistress those questions.

  As for Harry and Fleur, they weren’t paying much attention to the conversation, having more information about Hogwarts and the current situation in Britain than Madame Maxime would be telling the students. Harry’s mother had kept herself very much up to date on the information regarding the dark lord. So, Harry knew much of the inside information, and by extension of that, Fleur.

  All the students continued to ask their questions as the time passed, Soon enough, Gabrielle was too tired to pay attention to the new information that she was listening to. Unlike the seniors, she was merely in her third year.

  She scuttled past the students and moved to Harry and Fleur, “What happened, honey?” Harry stopped talking to Fleur and looked at Gabrielle curiously, “You okay?”

  “Mm…” She didn’t speak and moved closer to Harry before pushing his arms away, freeing his legs. She sat down on his thigh before moving a bit and making herself comfortable, “Here…” She grabbed the neckce from her neck and gave it to him.

  Harry smiled wryly before taking the neckce from her and putting it away. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her higher so that she could lean against his chest. As she made herself comfortable, snuggling against Harry’s chest, he cast the same concealing charms that he had cast around himself and Fleur during dinner. It was done nonverbally so it didn’t distract anyone. Though if Madame Maxime’s gnce toward him and the two girls was any indicator, he still wasn’t discrete enough.

  Giving their headmistress an apologetic smile, Harry waited for the woman to look away before turning to Fleur, “She really hates the neckce, no?”

  Fleur gave Gabrielle an annoyed gnce before sighing as her hand made its way to the little girl’s head, patting her hair gently, “How would you feel if I cast a spell on you that made you feel like you have little to no air even as you breathed freely. I’ve used that neckce too, and I can understand why Gabi hates it. You’re the only one with whom we can truly let loose while we are in school.” She expined, “So you’re stuck with us sisters no matter what. Even when I graduate this year, you have to take care of Gabi for the year that you stay here.”

  “That goes without saying.” He gently scratched Gabrielle’s back, in a way that he knew she very much liked, “She’s like my little treasure.” He smiled fondly while gncing at her peaceful expression as she leaned her cheek on his chest.

  “And I’m not?” Fleur asked pitifully, “You only care about the youngest daughter…” She seemed to be about to cry.

  “Can you stop with the daddy jokes?” Harry asked annoyedly, “I’m not her father. I’m your boyfriend for crying out loud. I’m her brother-in-w.”

  “That’s not what she feels~,” Fleur said teasingly, “Whenever she’s with you, she can be herself. You listen to all of her compints, take care of anyone who dares to try and bully her, and do everything that our papa would do if he were still with us.”

  “I treat you with the same love and more…” Harry trailed off with a darkening expression as Fleur’s smile widened and she leaned toward him as her lips brushed against his ear, making him feel a shiver run down his spine.

  She whispered, “That’s why I call you my daddy too~” Her whisper made a certain part of his anatomy react very quickly and he had to use his Occlumency to keep it down, lest Gabrielle get disturbed, ‘I’d rather not have that talk with her…’ Harry thought before giving Fleur an exasperated look.

  She looked at him with a sultry expression with hints of smugness, “You’re so cute when you get flustered…” She gushed before kissing his cheek.

  “Potter. Decour. To my office.” Madame Maxime’s voice distracted the duo from their banter as they both stiffly turned to the headmistress. They saw the other students getting up from their spots as if not even having heard Madame Maxime.

  “Yes. Madame.” They said in unison as the students emptied out the hall, leaving only Harry, Fleur, and Gabrielle, who was sleeping on Harry’s p.

  Madame Maxime got up and started walking to the door beside the teacher’s table as Fleur also stood up. Harry had to take a few seconds to pull Gabrielle’s arms around his neck and fix her posture before standing up. He let out a light groan before shifting her a little such that she was held by his right arm, leaving his other arm free.

  “Need some help?” Fleur asked while approaching them with a smile full of ill will.

  Harry narrowed his eyes before saying, “Don’t.” He turned Gabrielle away from Fleur, “Let her sleep, she’s tired. You were with me the whole time, but she had to suppress her allure for the entire feast.”

  “How partial…” Fleur pouted before following Madame Maxime along with Harry.

  …

  “You’re turning this school into your back garden as the years pass, you know that Potter?” Madame Maxime asked with an admonishing tone.

  “Sorry, headmistress…” Harry’s casual tone didn’t match his apologetic words, “I’ll try to keep these girls from causing too much trouble.” He threw all the bme on Fleur and Gabrielle.

  “Hey!” Fleur protested with a punch on Harry’s arm. But he didn’t really react to her assault and kept looking forward. When Fleur’s head turned forward, she realized why.

  An 11-and-a-half-foot-tall half-giantess was gring at the both of them. Even though they were familiar with their headmistress to talk casually with her, the sight was an intimidating one, to say the least.

  “I want you two on your best behavior during your year at Hogwarts.” She said emphatically almost as if speaking through gritted teeth, “And take care of little Gabi. The only reason that she’s being allowed to come is because of Mrs. Decour’s personal request. I know how difficult it would be for her to live normally without the presence of someone whom she trusts around her.”

  “Of course, I will, headmistress.” Harry fondly caressed Gabrielle’s head, “I’ve taken care of Fleur all these years. A smaller version of her who is much more obedient to me is much easier.”

  “I know exactly how you’ve taken care of Fleur all these years, Potter.” She said casually before taking a seat in her chair, “I have tens of compining letters from your so-called victims. Not to mention the letters that I’ve received from the guardians of the students that you forced to drop out from school.”

  “And I was never punished for any of that because…” Harry trailed off expectantly, wanting Madame Maxime to finish for him.

  “Because you stopped them from committing a crime of heinous proportions. I know.” She rolled her eyes, “You can stop tooting your own horn.”

  “Just saying, headmistress. I consider having cleansed your school from filth.” Harry said with evident glee in his tone.

  Madame Maxime sighed, “I appud you for dealing with this piece of work, Fleur.”

  Those words, instead of making Fleur feel proud, made her blush instead. She knew that she was far more troublesome than what Harry let others know. To the school, she was a beautiful and gentle Vee that everyone adored. While to Harry, she was a feral beast who never stopped teasing him and kept causing trouble, “I manage…” She squeaked out while looking away, “He cares about me a lot…” She said with a small voice.

  She knew that almost half of those letters that bmed Harry were supposed to be bming her instead. But he messed around with the perceptions of those students so they thought it was all him. She was a dangerous woman, but Harry made sure that no one truly knew about those things. Almost everyone thought that she was a gentle Vee who got ensnared by the wolf that was Harry Potter.

  “Anyway,” Madame Maxime rubbed her forehead before saying, “You need to know some things about Hogwarts’ current state. Especially for Fleur and Gabi’s sake.” Both her serious tone and the contents of her words made Harry and Fleur frown.

  “What is it, headmistress?” Harry asked.

  “It might seem that everything is joyful and golly on the outside, but the undercurrents running through the student body of Hogwarts are deep.” She said, “I’m sure you have quite a bit of information from your mother, Potter. But I wanted to tell you about my side too.”

  Harry nodded, “I appreciate your concern, headmistress. Please, tell us.” He said.

  “I’m sure you’re aware that a significant chunk of the senior student popution is now poputed by death eaters. Even the younger students aren’t exempt from their so-called ‘teachings’.” She said, “You have to be extra careful, Fleur. And you need to take care of Gabi at all times. Although, I’m sure Harry has everything covered.” She showed a light smile, shedding light on her true thoughts about Harry’s actions instead of her previous fake disapproval, “I’ve seen how reliable he can be.”

  “Is there a chance of You-Know-Who appearing, headmistress?” Harry asked, “I want to know what I should expect.”

  “The chance isn’t null.” She said, “That’s all I can say with certainty. After the previous attack, Hogwarts has grown much more fortified, with the castle’s defenses having been fully activated by Headmaster Dumbly-dorr. Hogwarts is currently the only safe haven for muggle witches and wizards. Which is ironic…” She scoffed with a ugh.

  “Because a lot of the purebloods in the school are currently death eaters…” Harry finished, “But there have to be some protections, no?” He asked.

  “Barely.” Madame Maxime said, “From what I’ve heard, the house elves discretely patrol the halls regurly, making sure that no foul py is involved, but who knows if someone can get past those gremlins. When it comes to these dark lords and their followers, they always find a way to exercise evil.” Her words made the atmosphere even more solemn.

  “The so-called most prominent school of Europe is pretty much fucked, huh…” Harry commented.

  “Language, young man.” Madame Maxime gred at him, “You are not to use such disgraceful words to besmirch the honorable name of Beauxbatons in Hogwarts.”

  Her words brought a little smile to Harry and Fleur’s faces, “Understood, ma’am.” Harry nodded as the atmosphere got somewhat less oppressive.

  “Anyway.” Madame Maxime sighed with a tired smile, “You shouldn’t worry too much, all of Beauxbatons’ students are a part of a strategic diplomatic message to the world. Both Hogwarts and the ministry are going to try their best to prevent things from going downhill. We are also preparing for a worst-case scenario on our side, so you don’t need to be too worried. Now get going. It’s te.” She waved them off.

  “Um, headmistress…” Fleur wanted to ask something, “When do we leave for Hogwarts?”

  “If you stopped flirting with your boyfriend for one minute, then you would’ve known, no Fleur?” She gave a sharp gre to Fleur who shrunk behind Harry.

  “Ahem…” Harry coughed as the gre moved toward him, “We’ll try to pay attention to you next time, headmistress…” He said.

  “Get going. We’ll leave at the end of this month, on the 30th.” She said, “The shared csses will need some schedule adjustments with Hogwarts’ faculty.” She mumbled to herself as Harry and Fleur excused themselves.

  …

  “We forgot to talk about Celine...” Fleur realized as she walked out of the office with Harry.

  “We’ll talk to the headmistress about her tomorrow.” Harry shrugged casually, “What’s the big deal? She already allowed us to bring Celine. We just need to talk about her arrangements.”

  “Still…” Fleur was concerned.

  “Why do you care so much about bringing an assistant in the first pce?” He asked, “Even with the neckce, she would be able to barely resist your allure. Unlike Gabi, you’ve already reached your mother’s level.” He said, “And the intensity is still increasing at the same pace…” He mumbled to himself, menting his future where he would have to deal with even more people who got charmed by Fleur. After all, unlike Apolline — Fleur’s mother — Fleur hated suppressing her allure and expressed herself freely most of the time.

  ‘Maybe it was my fault for not restraining her in a timely manner…’ Harry felt that this was his mistake. He’d pampered Fleur too much in that she hated suppressing her allure, ‘I won’t make the same mistake with Gabi…’ He looked at Gabrielle’s peaceful expression with a determined look. Even though it would be slightly uncomfortable for now, it would be better if Gabrielle got used to suppressing her allure.

  As they moved to the dorm section of the pace, instead of making their way to the general dorms for the students, they moved to the Delegues’ dorms. They were the dorms specifically for the students were were able to bag a student authority role, being one of the main incentives for students to apply for the troublesome job of managing their peers. Not to mention that it was a nice thing to go on their resume when applying for a job.

  “Hu… It gets cold at night…” Fleur whispered as her arms wrapped around herself.

  “It’s fine,” Harry said before wrapping his one free arm around Fleur’s shoulders and pulling her close.

  They passed by the dorms for the head of the delegues and were about to approach their own dorm when they heard a disgruntled voice, “Potter!”

  Harry almost groaned, “I’m not dealing with this… Can you fuck off, Faust?” He mumbled before casually turning his head around to identify the person.

  “You’ve got some nerve getting one of my people in your disgusting—“ That was all the delegue now identified as Faust was able to speak before he was petrified by Fleur’s nonverbal spell.

  “Let’s go, ‘Arry…” She hugged his waist and leaned on him before putting his wand in the hand that he was using to hold Gabrielle. She’d used his wand to cast that spell since she didn’t want to move her arms away from his waist and his holster was easily accessible from her position.

  “Send him back to his dorm.” He said before handing his wand back to Fleur, “And can you put it back in the holster? It’s difficult to put it back with Gabi.”

  Fleur took a moment to cast a levitation charm with Harry’s wand and uncouthly threw the petrified student back to his dorm and put Harry’s wand in its holster beside his hip.

  As they entered their assigned special dorm, Fleur separated from Harry before casting a spell to light up the firepce, “Finally…” She took a breath as the head from the lit fire started spreading through the dorm.

  As for Harry, he went to one of the three bedrooms in the dorm and put Gabrielle in the bed, tucking her in before giving her a kiss on her forehead, “Sleep tight, Gabi…” He smiled before leaving.

  Just as he closed Gabrielle’s door, he was jumped by Fleur. Unlike Gabrielle, Fleur was much rger and Harry unceremoniously fell on the rug before grunting in pain as Fleur fell on top of him. She didn’t feel anything since he cushioned her fall, but he was in pain. He coughed a few times to recover as Fleur looked at him with a sad pout, “I wanted you to catch me…”

  “You sadistic woman…” Harry looked at her angrily, “Since you’ve made it so weird for me to spank you with your daddy analogy, I’m going to do something else…” His words made Fleur have an ominous premonition as she tried to get up, but Harry flipped over, bringing her under him.

  “‘Arry…” She whimpered with a cute and sultry tone, wanting to make him pity her and let her go.

  “You’ve really grown unruly these days…” He said darkly before grabbing his wand and casting some spells to conjure some items.

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