Harry starts receiving messages from a mysterious admirer. This is not the first time it happened, but it’s the first time they intrigued him. From the subtle fragrance of wafting off the messages, to the neat, elegant handwriting of the notes, to the touching verses of the poems left there by the admirer.
While his friends joke a bit about the situation, Harry grows interested in the person behind the poems which describe the longing in the heart of the writer, the desire to be worthy of standing at his side, how he inspired them to be better. The desire to help him as much as he had helped them.
And so Harry follows the clues left in the messages, until he finally arrives at a moonlit clearing where he finds Fleur Delacour, smiling shyly at him, sitting and cradling a magnificent harp. And illuminated by the stars and the moon, bathing in silvery light, Fleur starts playing and singing for the audience she desires the most, putting her all in the performance.