Flowerpot

Fleur learns an animagus form but it's not a bird type animal.

It's a hamster.Just to piss her off she sees Harry become a firebird

Growing up Fleur's favorite book was Harry Potter and the Veela Princess. It told of Boy Who Lived who saved a veela from the lair of a basilisk because it was "the right thing to do" and only later did he find that the veela was actually the Veela Princess. For Fleur, it wasn't the childish story or the implied happily ever after (or that the Veela Princess would appear as Harry's love in later stories), but that it showed veela as more than just cold, calculating harpies that stole men from lovers and families. It showed them as brave warriors and witty friends. As leaders and as people. And most importantly for Fleur it showed the difficulties that veela faced in their daily lives through the use of the Veela Princess' handmaidens.

As Fleur got older she would continuously thank Harry Potter for introducing kids her age to the idea of veela and making the reception of her heritage much more pliant. Many of the friends she made were because they knew what she would go through and what she would face. When puberty finally arrived, she had amassed a group of friends that happily stayed around her and supported her through the difficulties.

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Fleur at this point knew that it was unlikely that Harry Potter himself had written the books and that there was nothing like a Veela Princess. However the fact that he would be walking around Hogwarts while she was going to be there for the Triwizard Tournament had assuaged her worries about entering. Maybe she would be able to talk to him for a bit?

Pain.

He was aware of little else but that. His very blood burned as it rushed through his veins, running around in a panic, trying to save him, to make him feel alive. He laid on the floor, arm pierced by cruel bone, next to him lay the slain basilisk, a pool of black blood forming around him, flowing freely from the head of his beaten foe.

A small pile of ashes shifted nearby, and from it a mournful cry came. Another form stirred nearby, and soon joined in the laments.

He could see nothing but a blur of shifting colour, hear nothing but a symphony of cacophonies, sounds both real and imagined, remembered and new.

A blur of red shifted in an out of focus as the world darkened around him. He knew everything was about to end, and so he closed his eyes and breathed deep, the pain had not gone, but it was not bothering anymore.

Harry had never thought about death before this moment. Not really, but as he drew that one last breath, he thought there was nothing so sweet as that lungful of musty, damp air, and something deep inside him rebelled against the notion of extinction.

His world faded to black and he breathed out. There was nothing he could do.

Red.

Out of the blackness a cloud of red came, and it took form. He could not see much more than the suggestion of a man, staring down at him.

'Is there not?'

He was confused. His head spun, he could not tell up from down, nor he could tell where his body began and where it ended.

'Is there really nothing you could do?'

The voice sounded like nothing he could describe, beautiful and enticing beyond measure, it sounded like cloudy days and the swish of a speeding broom, like the deep hum of the great hall in the morning, like the rays of sun playing on the curtains of his bed.

'From where I am from, Harry, there is a few things you could do. I would just need a promise from you, do you agree?'

The feeling that came from the voice was overwhelming, and so, with the thought

of a life lost he thought a single word.

'Yes'

And his eyes opened

Harry lived.

His life changed little after his near death experience. He could remember little of that day other than the voice, and even then, he did not remember the words, only the feeling, and the flash of red.

He couldn't help but panic every time he cached a glimpse of Ginny's hair by surprise. Good thing Ron's colouring was lighter.

Apart from that feeling of dread at that particular shade, and the weird horses he could now see pulling Hogwarts carriages, there where little reminders of that day. The scar where the fang of the Basilisk had pierced his arm was very slight, and most of the time he did not noticed it.

Hermione seemed to think that it looked like a scourge, for some reason.

It was October the 30th, and Harry was freezing. The only part of him that was not utterly cold was his right arm. Maybe it was some lingering effect from the poison that had nearly boiled him inside out, but his arm was always warm.

The foreign delegations where supposed to be arriving at any moment, and the sooner the better, as far as he was concerned. Almost prophetically, Durmstrang made a very Davy Jones appearance, and a few minutes later the -Over the top, If you asked him- carriage that carried Beauxbatons delegation landed.

He felt no cold anymore, but only a pleasant warmth. The excitement seemed to be contagious to that degree. The doors opened.

Blue.

A sea spilled from inside, silk shimmering under torchlight. his skin started to heat even more. He started to sweat. From the sea a pearl rose and his veins burned with such strength that he must be about to steam. He was paralyzed at the feeling, remembering memories that did not exist anymore.

He caught a glance of indescribable eyes and his blood bursted into fiery song.

The excited chatter of the crowd was indistinguishable, barely a bee's hum, but with each step of the stranger a loose word reached his ears.

'...Remember...'

Noise, voices mixing. A whisper.

'...You said...'

Drops of water hit the floor as the snow melted

'...a promise...'

The neighing of hungry and tired horses

'...price...'

Water lapping in the distance

'...life...'

The crackle of fire

'...love...'

"Such a cold place," said the lips below blue eyes.

"Excuse me, are you wanting ze bouillabaisse?" spoke a voice from behind Harry.

Turning, he noticed that it was the girl he’d noticed laughing during Dumbledore’s speech. Harry took in her long, silvery-blonde hair and deep, blue eyes at a glance before turning to pass her the requested dish. As he did so, Harry noticed that Ron had turned an odd shade of purple, gaze locked on the new arrival and mouth ajar. In fact, most of the boys at Gryffindor table were in a similar state while several of the girls appeared quite put out.

Putting it out of his mind for the moment so as not to be rude, he presented the beautiful girl with the bouillabaisse, only to notice something equally odd. She was staring at him. Her sapphire eyes weren’t peeking up at his scar, however, as many did, but instead gazing deeply into his own. As he watched, a light flush crept up her cheeks, deepening as they peered into each other’s eyes.

“Pardon me!” the girl exclaimed after a handful of awkward moments, turning abruptly and stalking off back towards Ravenclaw table, bouillabaisse forgotten.

Harry blinked, confused. “I wonder what that was about,” he muttered to himself, looking at Ron and Hermione questioningly.

Fleur, meanwhile, was unable to get thoughts of raven black hair and soulful green eyes out of her mind.

In which not only is Harry immune to Fleur’s allure, but he actually reflects it back at her. Features flustered Fleur and bemused Harry.

Harry struggled through the Triwizard Tournament, competing against the other Champions. This competition forged a curious bond of respect, even kinship between the Champions, their shared experience making them stand out from among the other students. Now Harry went through the maze, braving beasts and other dangers and finally reached the cup.The portkey brought him to Little Hangleton where Voldemort and Wormtail proceeded to stun Harry. He awakened only to witness the horrific ritual Voldemort used to cloth himself in true flesh once again. In his hubris he chose an abomination of a ritual, a series of acts so horrific, even the Magic of the world around them screeched in pain.

Unknowingly, Voldemort unleashed a cataclysm on the world. Harry managed to escape to Hogwarts, where, overwhelmed by the horror and pain, he collapsed. Harry awakened to a changed world, in reaction to Voldemort’s ritual, an Anathema to magic itself, magic retaliated. Combined with the astronomical situation, a Conjunction of the Spheres happened. Many new species entered the world, magic itself grew stronger and more chaotic. Muggles suddenly found themselves in a very much different world, where every forest, every mountain, every body of water were inhabited by overprotective spirits who had no compunction about slaying careless humans. Those who died violently, holding a grudge, rose again as the vengeful death. Nights became the domain of horrors and predators once again, the influence of humans was much diminished. It is in this new world where Harry, Fleur and their friends have to find their way and, stop Voldemort before he does even more damage. But to do that, they have to adapt to the world first. The world full of monsters, immune to steel, often resistant to magic, and so very hostile.

Harry vows to stand by his friends, mirroring the vow Fleur made to him when he returned from Little Hangleton.

AU prompt, either outright medieval, or the wizarding world retains more from the old times. There are much stronger differences in culture between Houses of Hogwarts, with Gryffindor putting much more emphasis on chivalry. Enter Harry Potter who takes ¨to chivalric virtues like a fish to water.

Meet Fleur Delacour, a champion of the French academy, beautiful, smart, graceful, cunning and with a hidden sensual side. Harry becomes enchanted by this vision of loveliness (Blanchefleur) and starts courting this lady. Fleur is honestly quite flattered by the young, handsome, honourable, humble and valiant knight. She enjoys seeing him fighting in duels and tournaments, carrying her favour. He even learned the lute and the lyre, his verses may be somewhat clumsy, yet they are heartfelt. Yet Fleur grows increasingly frustrated by this young sir’s chastity. So she starts her own game of temptation and seduction. Young Sir Harry insists on a proper chivalric romance and is somewhat confused by his Lady’s gestures.

sUntil, finally, dear Fleur just snaps, drags the young knight to her own tent and gives him a right proper, earth-shaking, sky-shattering, sarding.

All the women in Harry's life are gone, they've been disposed of, one by one.

But nobody has noticed.

Tonks with the power of a time turner has taken their place

“So wait”, Fleur said, sitting cross legged in the air, staring at the boy in front of her, “You summoned me why?”

Harry blushed lightly, ducking his head as he murmured something she couldnt make out.

“What was that?”

“I said I was lonely,” Harry repeated, his blush more prominent now. “Let me get this straight,” Fleur Delacour said, concerned, as she stood straight in the air, her hand pointed at her chest, “You summoned me, a fae of passion and fire, because you were lonely? You sold your soul to me in a pact, because you were friendless? Doesnt that seem… a bit too shallow to you?”

“Hey! I have friends!” Harry said defiantly, green eyes piercing. She stared, and he shrunk back a bit at her deadpan expression. “I just… they’re not very close friends, you know? I.. wanted someone a bit closer?”

“So… a lover?”

“NO!” He exclaimed, blushing as he leaned back on his chair, “Not something like… that! I just wanted… a best friend, I guess?”

“Pffffft”, Fleur snorted, tumbling back in the air, her dress fluttering, as she giggled unabashedly, “A best friend? What are you, twelve?”

The dark haired boy pouted, “Sixteen!”

“Wait, really?” She stopped, reorienting herself so that she was staring at him upside down, her face inches from his, “You’re only Sixteen summers?”

“Yes?”

She blinked in surprise, “You summoned me at sixteens summers of age? Are you some kind of stupid prodigy? A miracle child?”

“Me, a prodigy?” Harry snorted in derision, “Hardly. I’m pretty bad, actually. I’m last of my year here. Professor McGonagall cant stop telling me how disappointed she is in me.”

“Huh,” Fleur muttered, her expression unreadable. Then, she blinked, and it was like a switch flipped.

Spinning in the air, she settled herself down on to his messy desk, straight on top of the assignments he had ditched to perform his summoning.

“So, Mister Best Friend”, She said, grinning, “What do you want to do?”

“Huh?”

“Well, you summoned me to be your best friend”, Fleur explained slowly, “So what’s the first thing you want us to do as best friends, hmm?”

“Oh, uhhh”, Harry stumbled, surprised at the fae’s sudden acceptance, “Well, there was one thing I’d always wanted to try! I’ve seen so many people do it, but I didnt have anyone to do it with!”

He offered his hand to her, open, palm facing up. His green eyes were wide, childish, desperate hope radiating from his cute face, “So uh, miss Fleur, can I hold your hand?”

And Fleur’s head exploded.

Metaphorically, of course.

Colour rushed to her face as she scrambled back, nearly falling off the desk, as she stared at the proffered hand.

Did… did he just… Her brain refused to cooperate, unable to handle the strain of his request.

Did this boy know what he had just said? She had known humans were degenerates - thats why they made pacts with demons, after all - but she hadn't been prepared for this.

Apparently not, if his devastated expression was anything to go by. His bright green eyes dulled, his face fell, and he shrunk in himself, and Fleur felt the sudden urge to hold him close and reassure him that everything was going to be okay.

What a terrifying power. [11:09 AM] She sighed, biting back her comment. The boy obviously was just ignorant. She couldnt blame him for not knowing what handholding meant to the fae.

And if he didnt know, it didnt make it as important. Or so she told herself.

Her face redder than the blood moon, Fleur reached forward, and grabbed onto her summoner’s hand, her fingers intertwining with his as she pulled herself closer.

He looked up, his eyes wide with such pure, innocent awe that Fleur felt her heart melt. His hand, soft but firm, clutched hers just a bit tighter.

“Thank you”, he said.

“J-Just dont mention it”, she said, her face uncomfortably hot as she looked away, “I’m s-serious. Never tell anyone about this.”

He nodded.

They sat there for a while, the quiet crackle of his room’s fireplace the only sound, hands intertwined.

“Your hands,” Harry muttered, and Fleur glanced over to see a soft smile on his face, his eyes far away, “They’re soft… and warm.”

He turned to her, green eyes meeting blue, “I want to hold them forever.”

And Fleur’s heart exploded.

Once again, only metaphorically.

Harry is a Siren, Fleur is a Veela.

Their species' hate each other. They hate each other. So why the fuck are they married? AU: no Voldemort

From birth, Lily Potter knew she was different from the other witches and wizards at Hogwarts, she didn’t have as much magical power as others did, but what she lacked in power, she made up for in strength, courage, and ferocity. Those three determining factors combined and created a astrophysical manifestation of her inner beast, the mighty tiger. With this power, Lily decided to push all the love she had for her son into her spirit and transferred it into him just before Voldemort broke in.

With the power of a tiger, Harry Potter will change the world, to save it, or destroy it is up to him.

After the devastating Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Fleur barely escape to continue the war effort from the underground. But no matter what they try, they simply cannot defeat Voldemort. A few dead Death Eaters here, a burnt down mansion there, but they can't stop his extermination of the Muggleborn any more than they can bring back the dead who fought at their side. In a desperate move, they prepare a time travel ritual, but before they can complete it, Harry is killed. Fleur goes through with the ritual out of pure spite, and with a burning desire for vengeance.

Originally, it was supposed to take them both back to 1993 (capture Pettigrew, free Sirius), but because there's only one person to take back, Fleur wakes up in 1982. Her first order of business is to Kidnap Harry. The second one is to kill every single Death Eater she can find. She cannot, however, take care of all Horcruxes since she can't break into Gringotts for example. She becomes feared as a new dark wizard, thought to be a vigilante Muggleborn, all while happily raising Harry. He might not be her Harry, but she has seen the scars the Dursleys left on him (emotional for the most part).

Bonus points if she's super critical about Harry's girlfriends.

Harry went back in time when he died and so did Sirius after going through the Veil. Sirius, who gets shunted back to his teenage self a few years before Harry shows up, decides to accept his family's pressures and will marry Bella to avoid having her run off and join Voldemort if Andy is allowed to marry who she likes.

Sirius works his way to control the Black estate and seduce Bella with years of experience in both magic and witches and mitigate Voldemort's influence in his house and beyond. Cue 18 year old Harry's arrival at the same time when Lucius begins trying to approach Narcissa.

Sirius recognizing Harry's distinctive dress, quickly puts 2+2 together and sets up the game plan.

Harry owns a small comic & collectables shop. Life is good, he has fun talking with fellow fans everyday, getting into nerdy debates and discussions. And one day something odd happens; an extremely hot woman enters his shop.

Now, this isn't that odd by itself, not all female nerds were dorky looking or ugly or unattractive, if anything, some were actually quiet beautiful. But this woman... this woman was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And the best part?

She was a bigger nerd than him!

He starts up a conversation, asking if she's looking for anything in particular. She tells him that she's here looking for a new series. He tries suggesting a few popular series, but is surprised to hear that she's read all of them, and is looking for something more obscure that she's never heard of before.

And boy does he have a recommendation; 'Veela, Space Princess', his all-time favorite series and heroine. He's worried at first, since the title Heroine wears a skimpy leather and metal bikini and was always drawn in pervasive angles, but he flips through the comic and becomes instantly interested, buying three volumes and leaves before thanking him again.

Weeks pass and Harry doesn't see her again, much to his dismay.

Over a month later, Harry attends his local Comic Con with his shop, having fun getting into more nerdy debates and discussions. And, out of the corner of his eye, he sees a beautiful woman dressed as his all-time favorite space princess, Veela. Deciding he needed to get a selfie with her, he goes up to her. Only to find the same beautiful woman he suggested the comic to months before.

And damn did she pull off the metal and leather bikini.

And if he wanted her to step on him with her six inch spiked heels, he wouldn't admit it. Nor would he tell you

She recognizes him, thanking him again for the recommendation. Telling him she read the entire series in a week. She explains she's a cosplayer on Instagram and YouTube. He gives her a follow, of course.

She was incredibly hot and a big nerd

A perfect combo.

The Con ends and they end up exchanging socials, determined to continue their nerdy talks and talk about new comic series.

A few weeks later Harry gets a text from Fleur if he has any ideas for characters for her to cosplay. And Harry, being a giant nerd, has several. So they end up hanging out at his shop that weekend talking about ideas until closing time. Just before she leaves, Fleur asks if he wants to come over tomorrow on his day off to help her sort through some ideas and maybe go to the craft and fabric store to get some supplies for a new cosplay. Harry easily agrees.

At her place, Harry discovers that due to her career, Fleur isn't shy about showing skin around him. She isn't flirting or trying anything, he knows, but a woman with a body like that should come with a warning when she walks around in from of him in short shorts and a loose tank top.

And, after making himself focus, he helps her with a new cosplay.

(no idea where this story would go from here, that's up to you. Maybe have Fleur develop feelings later on and they start dating? I've no idea. Started writing this after only 2 seconds of thought lol)

In which Lacrosse Captain Fleur Delacour and recently certified Sports Chiropractor Harry Potter thirst after each other; a study

Harry Potter, 25, was an accomplished pediatric chiropractor, spending his days fixing various vertebral subluxations and other common childhood ailments that require a chiropractor. Recently, due to an uptick of athletes from the local college asking for chiropractic care due to hard hits, falls, sprains, and all other manners of sports-related aches and pains, he decided to branch out to sports chirotherapy.

Fleur Delacour, 22, was a star athlete, the pride and joy of her college, and in desperate need of a chiropractor, lest her lower back pain prevents her from making it to regionals with her team.

Walking into exam room number 7, she didn’t expect the doctor to be so young, and more importantly, so damn hot. Standing there with his too-green eyes, tousled black hair, and a buttoned-up shirt that’s just tight enough around his arms to show defined biceps. Knowing that his hands were going to be all over her in the name of Chirotherapy did nothing to ease the roiling heat settling below her stomach. His charming smile and shy demeanor didn’t help any either.

When he looked up from her file in exam room number 7, he didn’t expect her to be Aphrodite incarnate. Long, wavy blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and It looked like she had just come in from practice, with too-short shorts and a simple mesh jersey over a sports bra all that she was wearing, showing off a sinful amount of skin. He couldn’t help but steal a glance at her long legs, what seemed like miles of creamy thigh that said shorts failed to even come close to covering up. Just thinking about putting his hands anywhere near her made him uncomfortably hot under the collar. Glancing at her hips, knowing he’d need to hold her there while realigning her lower third lumbar vertebrae made everything so much worse. But he could do this. He was a professional. It wasn’t like he was going to throw her down and have his wicked way with her on the exam table. That would throw her spine into all sorts of misalignment.

Feeling his hands on her hips, the constant adjustments, his hands sliding down her legs and he pushed them towards her chest, it was a wonder that her wetness hadn’t seeped through her shorts and onto the exam table. It was wrong, it was unethical, and it was oh so sinfully pleasurable. It was cute, in a way, watching his pupils dilate the more skin contact they had, watching his face flush with what was clearly arousal, the way his eyes couldn’t decide if they liked the look of her legs, chest, or eyes more, but If he didn’t get his hands off of her soon, she might end up flipping him onto the table and tearing off that slightly too tight button-up, among other articles of clothing.

TRIGGER WARNING:abusive relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, mental and physical torture and much more 

The day Harry Potter married Fleur delacour was the best day of his life. They just seemed to…. Fit. Fleur was kind and beautiful and talented and wonderful, and Harry loved her. And anyone who saw them both would say without a shadow of a doubt that she loved him too. Yes, the day Harry married Fleur was without question the best day of his life. What came after, however, was a hell he couldnt have imagined even in his darkest of nightmares. In public, and in the presence of others, Fleur was perfect. Loving, attentive, snarky, caring, she and harry had an enviable dynamic, a connection that was deeper than most could hope to comprehend. Yet, behind closed doors, when they were alone with each other, everything changed. For then, when it was just Harry and her, Fleur’s mind would be overtaken by a wicked change. Her emotions would warp and twist, and she would be filled with hatred, disgust, and a vicious sadism. All directed and focused on the love of her life, her husband.

When the doors banged shut, a desire to see him hurt, to see him break, to see him fall into ruin would rear up in her, and all would devolve into pain. Their ‘sessions’ would often end with Harry, burnt, beaten and broken, body spasming with the silent phantoms of pain, curled up on the cold floor, tears flowing from his eyes as his body was wracked with sobs. Yet it was not his physical torment that hurt him the most. It was the words, those sharp sounds that sheared his sense of self, left him questioning his ability, his meaning, his very existence. That they came from the one who head willing given his heart to, made them hurt all the more. Yet when each session passed, when the doors opened once more, the dark, twisted thoughts would slither away from Fleur’s mind, and she would be left horrified by what she'd done.At once she would give her all to tending to Harry, helping him heal, holding him close and whispering her love in his ear, unknowing that this back and forth was wreaking Havoc with Harry's mind. He couldn't understand it. The constant pain, the sessions of torture and the periods of love. It left him confused, disoriented, which led to paranoia which led to more confusion and disorientation, and so on. It broke something, deep inside him. Harry changed. Displaying what was known to muggle therapists as Stockholm syndrome, he became desperate to please his tormentor. Her words became his creed, her wish his goal. He spoke nothing of what went on to any of his friends or family. He believed her belittling and harsh comments about his uselessness, his worthlessness, and how she was taking pity on him. So much so, that every time she took it upon herself to hurt him, to make him slave about, or to ruin him, he said nothing. For in the twisted from that remained of his love for her, it didnt matter.. Fleur, on the other hand, was terrified out of her mind. She could no longer understand her own action, emotions, her very thoughts. She can see how she’s hurting him, and she wants to stop. But she couldnt. No matter how much she tried, the darkness kept coming back. She couldnt even tell anyone, beg them to stop her, to save him from what she’s turning him into. Every time she tried, her tongue would twist up, her mind would blank, and her chance would pass. But Fleur couldnt stop trying. She wouldnt. For no matter what, she loved harry. She was already damned by what she’d done, but Harry deserved better. He deserved out. And for him, she would tear herself in two if only to set him free.

Harry’s sixth year at Hogwarts was turning up to be the worst so far. Death Eaters have successfully infiltrated Hogwarts, Dumbledore is dead.

At least he taught Harry the secret to Voldemort’s survival, horcruxes. In the notes left to him by the late headmaster, Harry finds a crushing secret, he carries a shard of Voldemort’s soul within himself. Desperate research with the limited sources available followed, leading him and Hermione to eventually discover a dark ritual. The price would be high, but they found a way to contact Death. A Representative of Death arrived and a deal was negotiated. The horcux in the scar was removed and Harry agreed to hunt the remaining horcruxes.

To make his job easier, the Representative presents Harry with a gift in the form of a black sword capable of destroying a horcrux or an undead with a single cut. However, Harry was tricked, the sword tries to influence Harry’s mind with a compulsion to go hunt the nearest Horcrux along with a pull towards the nearest horcrux. Every day Harry is not hunting the horcrux, the compulsion gets stronger. And as becomes clear later, the deal was to hunt horcruxes, any horcruxes. Slowly, Harry builds up his skills needed for his new life. Fleur joins him in order to protect him and teach him curse breaking.

Plot twist: Fawkes is Appoline's sister, who chose to permanently stay in her firebird form. She now spends her days watching Dumbledore do dumb shit and trying to set her neice up with Harry. She just didnt expect to fall for harry along the way, and have fight the neice she was trying to set him up with for him.

Harry is organising a Halloween sleepover for Teddy, Bill asks him if he can slot in Victorie since he's supposed to be taking care of her for the day but there was an emergency at work (divorce with shared custody, Fleur is doing some Veela stuff on (insert old name for Halloween I can't remember ) ). Harry agrees, the more the merrier. The next morning, he's entertaining the children again, Fleur shows up joins the fun. The thing quickly turns from "entertaining children" to some competition (memory showdown, water fight, Jenga).

Andromeda shows up and watches the domestic scene. Given how well they get along, Andromeda congratulates them on their relationship, leaving them stuttering denial. Andromeda picks up Teddy and leaves, afterwards Fleur and Harry have a talk about maybe trying the whole relationship since Andromeda had a point, they got along splendidly and enjoyed each others company

23 years after the defeat of Voldemort, the Triwizard Tournament gains a spiritual successor in the World Championship Witchcraft and Wizardry tournament between the 8 major schools (Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, Castelbruxo, Mahotokoro, Koldovstoretz and Uagadou). The competition is bigger and bolder than before, with more wizarding media coverage, amd schools are also expected to field larger rosters to compete across many more events.

However, the international scope has attracted the attention of blood supremacists from all over the globe. After all, what better endorsement for blood purity than to have muggleborns choke on the largest stage the magical world has ever seen?

In which the next generation of kids compete in a tournament for pride and glory, not knowing that they're about to become a front in a magical cold war.

AU story idea: In a world where Voldemort really did die that fateful night with nothing him being left behind, in the fourth year the year of the triwizard tournament the champions, on the suggestion of Cedric seek out Harry in order for to be their game master in an year long session of Call of Cthulhu.