"This is such bull…" Blaise muttered in annoyance, as he tried to decipher the language on yet another envelope. " Someone should be helping us with this."
A few grumbles of confirmation were heard, before a rather chilling breeze seemed to fill the room. "The next person who suggests that my, currently sleeping, Godson wake up and help with this better be preparing a flying Charm for when I throw them off of the Astronomy Tower. "
The boy paled as he caught sight of a rather furious Sirius Black sitting in his own pile nearby.
"N-no not our Lord I mean someone'sfather who got us into this bloody mess!"
The Marauder blinked, before glancing over at an embarrassed Draco Malfoy, before nodding in turn. "Oh… well then yes you are correct."
"It isn't my fault… I tried to contact both of my parents and never heard back…"
"Seriously, how in the hell does he have this much fan mail!" Pansy interrupted suddenly, throwing the letter she had been trying to read into a pile marked 'some language we cannot figure out'.
Hermione rolled her eyes from nearby, "Do you not remember the whole 'this duel will be shown to everyone in the Magical World' explanation by Voldemort? The entire Magical World saw Harry kill the most powerful Dark Lord of the past century. Add in his natural magnetism, and did you really think he wasn't going to get a few marriage proposals out of it?"
"Of course we expected some," Daphne exclaimed, while her younger sister excitedly 'swam' around in a rather large pile next to her. "But, can you honestly say you predicted enough letters to fill the common room… three feet high !?"
Hermione shrugged, before glancing around a moment, "Has anyone seen Luna?"
Said girl promptly burst out of a nearby pile, a letter securely in her teeth as she giggled happily. "Found it!"
"Found what?"
" The letter!"
"Luna, you have found 'the letter' twelve times today. What makes this one special?"
"This one has a pair of triplets posing starkers in it, our Lord will be very happy I'm sure!"
Ginny smiled at her friends' antics. With her ability to see the future Luna had designated herself the 'finder of letters containing naked pictures'. Thus far she had a rather impressive pile going.
Suddenly a loud 'hoot' was heard, and most groaned as another hundred owls flew in to drop letters, and packages, into the growing mess.
"Ooooo I've got a good feeling about that one!" Luna exclaimed, before submerging back under the 'waves'.
...
"Fleur, honey, please take a seat."
The blonde Witch did as her mother requested, noticing that her father, Amelia Bones, and Albus Dumbledore sat nearby.
"Relax Miss Delacour," the eldest man gently intoned, "you are not in trouble, far from it. We have already spoken to Cedric and Victor but since you passed out at St. Mungos we decided to wait until this morning to speak with you."
"I heard you spoke with Harry last night…" she muttered, earning a glare from her father at the rude intonation she had used. Dumbledore, however, merely laughed it off.
"Yes, I am afraid we did. We should have waited longer but it seemed far more important… at least at the time, to get his statement."
Nodding Fleur fell silent once more, allowing Amelia Bones to step forward. "There have been some… accusations concerning Harry Potter."
"I…"
"We need to know if he displayed any sort of dark Magic, anything that would be seen as illegal or dangerous."
The teen bit her lip, how was she supposed to answer, especially with her parents standing so close to her.
"Fleur" her father snapped, " answer the Headmaster's question!"
"He…"
"YOU CAN'T" a voice suddenly shouted from the doorway, drawing the attention from the entire room as Gabrielle stood, face red in anger. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS! HE SAVED YOU! HE BOUGHT US BOTH! WE BELONG TO HIM!"
The older sibling just watched on in shock as her mother pulled the younger girl from the room, earning an angry grumbling from her father.
"You were saying Miss Delacour?"
The kindly old Headmaster was back… but this time the French Veela's defenses were ready. She could hear it now, a sort of slight desperation in his voice that wasn't there before. He was trying to get her to turn on her savior, to forsake the one who had saved her.
"He did nothing of the sort Headmaster. Harry Potter saved me from a fate far worse than death, he is a true hero."
Dumbledore's shoulders sagged just a little, while Amelia Bones turned a slightly annoyed glance on him.
"Fleur, tell them the truth" her father growled, knowing when she was lying.
From the corner of her eye the teen could see the change in that man as well. She had known that he had fought with the elderly Wizard in the previous war against Voldemort, perhaps he was trying to relive a former glory, or to receive some sort of political boon.
Or maybe he just wanted to prove that his 'offspring' were worth something. Either way, she was done with him, he had made his choice concerning her and her sister, and they had made theirs.
"I am, there is nothing else to tell father."
"Thank you for your time Miss Delacour, Mister Delacour." the Head of the DMLE replied, before gesturing for Dumbledore to leave with her.
Moments after they left the Delacour Head's glare deepened as he directed towards his daughter, "Once we are home there will be a long and painful discussion about this betrayal…"
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