Fleur’s Surprise

Maze

Despite having discovered the fake Moody early enough and despite all the promises, Harry was still very apprehensive about the third task. He already knew that the third task was the time that Voldemort had planned his resurrection and feared that by some breach of security he would still find himself facing Voldemort once again. Knowing that Dumbledore was slowly losing his mind, that Moody had been tricked and captured and that Snape had been a Death Eater, (Although, as he managed to probe Snape's mind, the man was no longer supporting Voldemort, yet wasn't fully on the light side either) didn't reassure him.

Moody had even told him that the cup at the center of the maze was replaced by one taken from his own personal vault, just to make sure it wasn't cursed or compromised in any other way. This didn't really help.

Harry also met with Madam Bones, who told him they were planning a big event for that evening, using the third task as a diversion. She wouldn't go into details, though, fearing that even what she told him was more than she should have.

Harry didn't really fear a confrontation with Voldemort. If it wasn't for Hermione and Fleur, he wouldn't even mind dying, as his life wasn't worth living before he came to Hogwarts and not much better since. This had all changed when Fleur came into his life, making him realize how important Hermione was for him. Now, that Hermione was also pregnant and Fleur's life depended on him as well, dying was no longer an option.

Unlike previous times, when he relied mainly on his luck and his quick reflexes, this time he tried to plan methodically, as he had seen Hermione doing innumerable times.

He gathered the other champions for a meeting in "his" class. "I've been informed that the imposter planned to use the third task as cover to grab me and send me somewhere to be forced into a dark ritual and then sacrificed," he told them factually. The others gasped in surprise and terror. "Despite the security measures I still fear that either his deeds before being captured or somebody else's would jeopardize the task and harm any of us if we're not careful. Our best chance is to work together. This would mean that the four of us will do the task as one, covering for each other, supporting each other and finally finishing together. Anybody who doesn't agree may be risking his life for nothing." They all knew who these words were directed at.

"Headmaster Karakof wants me to win at all cost," Viktor said. "I can't be seen cooperating with you before the third task, but there wouldn't be much he could do once we finish it. I'll join you inside the maze and we shall all work as a team."

Harry smiled as both Fleur and Cedric congratulated Viktor for his decision. He then continued to talk. "We should be aware of possible portkeys and of any obstacle that would make us part. There may still be dangerous obstacles that are part of the task, though. Working together will help us pass them as well, I believe."

The four put their hands together. "We shall act as one and do our best to protect each other," they all said.

Fleur, who had become a bit moody since discovering that her Veela magic had chosen Harry, was quite frightened now. "Harry, please make me yours before the task. I won't be able to do it otherwise," she pleaded.

Harry couldn't disregard her plea. Besides, his teen hormones, combined with what he had already seen and felt of Fleur, demanded him to do as she wanted. He wouldn't act against Hermione's will, though.

Hermione was actually expecting this. Once they accepted Fleur as Harry's (future) second wife, she knew it was only a matter of time before Fleur would join them in bed as well. Still, she thought that Fleur's first time should be hers alone to share with Harry.

"Fleur would like me to make her mine already, being too anxious before the task," Harry told his wife.

"I think you should do it, Harry. Use the spare bedroom. It would be better for her and for me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some books for Ancient Runes to research at the library. This will keep me there for more than an hour. Have fun!"

Harry was left alone with Fleur, not really sure how to act. She didn't hesitate. She felt that she had waited much more than her Veela nature would allow and she practically jumped on Harry. He could barely direct her to the spare bedroom while they were both shedding their clothes. Fleur started kissing Harry feverishly, putting all her pent-up frustration at waiting into the kisses while still approaching the bed.

Harry couldn't stay indifferent. He fully cooperated. His hands caressed her body, paying special attention first to her breasts and her erect n*****s and then sliding down between her legs, feeling the moist opening awaiting him, while her hands were roaming his body, making sure that Harry was just as ready for her. Eventually they reached the bed. Fleur let herself fall on her back, making Harry fall over her. She hugged him with her legs as well, directing his erection into her waiting slit.

This was very different than the first time with Hermione. Fleur didn't even budge when he passed through her hymen, claiming her as his. She only urged him deeper and faster. Harry was afraid this would shake the castle again, but it didn't, yet it was fast, powerful and lustful. Fleur climaxed very soon, surprising Harry, but this made him reach his own climax seconds later.

There was no glow and no golden mist this time, only a feeling of euphoria and satisfaction. They hugged lightly, sharing small kisses and letting their bodies calm down.

"This was all that I expected from my first time and then some. You're wonderful, Harry, and I love you dearly," Fleur whispered at him.

Harry wasn't sure he could honestly say that he loved her. He enjoyed their union almost as much as he enjoyed his union with Hermione, and Fleur had become a close friend. Well, maybe he did love her a bit – as a friend and as a lover. "You're also wonderful and I believe I'm starting to love you as well," he answered honestly, making her beautiful face break into a wide smile followed by some more passionate kissing and hugging.

By the time Hermione returned, Fleur and Harry were sipping some hot chocolate and a third cup was waiting for her, kept warm by some charms. They all smiled at each other.

"I hope we can share bed next time," Hermione said, making Fleur's smile widen and making Harry choke on his drink. "Don't you think it is a good idea, my love?" she asked him innocently.

Meanwhile, although Harry didn't count on it, Madam bones managed to complete her plan, despite the minister's reluctance to act, fuelled by Malfoy's money. She had personally elected Kingsley Shackelbolt and surprisingly, Nymphadora Tonks to be her personal aids in this mission. She first verified none of them had the dark mark and even interrogated them under Veritaserum to make sure they supported the light side.

A few days before the third task she called all her aurors to one-on-one meetings, informing them beforehand that those elected for a special mission may be absent for extended periods. Her two aids directed the aurors in, taking their wands before they entered and making sure they had no spares. Once inside, each was asked to bare both arms while Madam Bones held her wand at ready. Most were just surprised by the request but did as requested, revealing unmarked arms. A few were less cooperative. They were immediately stunned. Once their dark marks were revealed, they were discretely deposited in some secret holding cells, known only to the three partners, awaiting further investigation.

The rest were divided into task forces. Most were only meant to guard different locations: Hogwarts, the ministry and Diagon Alley among them. A select few were then trained for the specific task of capturing Voldemort alive, or preferably – dead.

Rumors were started, stating that whatever secret plan the captured fake Moody had, they could not be revealed. These were intended to encourage Voldemort and his followers to stick with the original plan.

As June advanced, some other actions were taken. The goblins were finally able to contact Sirius Black and he managed to find Slytherin's locket. It was decontaminated and returned to him promptly. The goblins were also fully aware of Madam Bones' actions and were planning to destroy the snake – Voldemort's last Horcrux – as soon as the skirmish at the cemetery would start.

On June 23rd, Fleur insisted on spending the evening with Harry and Hermione. She joined them at dinner and stayed mostly in their bed until midnight, when she reluctantly returned to her lodging, as not to attract undue attention. It was a fabulous evening. Harry enjoyed love and s*x with both Hermione and Fleur, satisfying the three of them.

The next morning, a small group of aurors came to Hogwarts with strict instructions about who should or shouldn't be allowed in or out. A similar but much larger group seized control of the entrance hall of the ministry, checking each person for the dark mark. Those marked were soon sent to join their comrades in the holding cells and those leaving the ministry were oblivated of these actions, to assure no premature leak of information.

By noon, most known death-eaters were dealt with, including Malfoy, yet nobody outside the groups of aurors was even aware of anything out of the ordinary.

Another group of aurors, led by Kingsley, searched the cemetery at Little Hangelton, leaving no traces. Some sentries were positioned a safe distance away to alert the rest of the force of any unusual activity.

As the tension mounted at Hogwarts, when all the guests took their places and the champions were given the last minute instructions, the task force at the cemetery noticed a huge cauldron being prepared by a mouse-like balding man who was carrying a package which felt distinctly dark. A disillusioned auror put some tracking spells on that man and some on the package as well, to be on the safe side.

The champions entered the maze one by one, but they all met at the first turn, repeating their promise to do this task together and protect each other. The obstacles proved not to be too dangerous, eventually. A blast-end-skrewt was easily moved to safety by the four wands working together and the Acrumantula didn't stand a chance with them. Harry was more concerned with some charmed obstacles, actually. One that made him really worried was a door-frame with no door which one could not see through. It could hide anything at the other side or even serve as a portal to some other place. He wanted to check it himself before letting the others through. Viktor wouldn't hear of that. "You are the youngest champion and the one in most danger. Cedric and I will go first. If everything is OK I'll send green sparks over the door-frame. If you don't see them in five minutes, go another way."

"But that would mean you two are in danger!" Harry protested.

"We're graduating in a few days. We should be able to handle this, especially as we're not the main target of a maniac."

Harry agreed, although not thoroughly convinced. This was no time for arguments, he thought. The two young men plunged together into the opaqueness of the door-frame. It was less than a minute later that Harry saw the green sparks. He held Fleur's hand and they passed together. They found the other two crouched at both sided of the passage with wands at ready and eyes scanning their surrounding alertly.

It only took the four a few more minutes to reach the cup. They held their wands ready in their right hands and then, at the count of three, put their left hands on the cup. There was a flash as they were all whisked away.

"It's time," the commanding auror told his team. One of them took a vial of potion and grabbed a golden cup a moment later. By the time he landed in the cemetery, about two hundred yards away, he looked exactly like Harry Potter.

Peter hurried to the place the portkey had deposited its cargo, wand ready to stun the Potter brat. He thought this would be quite easy. He wasn't ready to defend himself as a barrage of spells hit him, knocking his wand out of his hands, stunning, petrifying and tying him in tight ropes. Anti-animagus cuffs were added a moment later, as several shadows materialized.

They scanned the ground around them. A baby-size ugly being, putrid with hatred and malice, seemed to try and crawl away from the bundle of cloth it was covered with. It didn't go far. Several cutting and blasting charms hit it all at once, breaking it into several chunks of rotten flesh while a black vapor seemed to float out from the remains. A loud scream of fury and despair emanated from the black vapor before the wind broke it and dispersed it completely.

None of the aurors noticed the big snake that met its end not far from them, as a goblin axe cut its head in the middle, before separating the two halves from the body. The scream coming out of the black smoke that came out of the snake's head was unheard in the din of the short battle and the goblins disappeared seconds later.

The champions landed in front of the judges' seats. These were a bit frightened by the four wands drawn at them, before the champions realized where they were and lowered their wands. Karakof looked furious, but the other judges smiled. Dumbledore stood up and took a piece of parchment from which he read the announcement. "With this we end the final task of the tournament. After completing the three tasks and doing very well at them, it's now time to declare the winner."

He moved his eyes from the parchment to the champions and smiled. "It looks like they are all the winner," he said, and Harry saw the familiar twinkle in his eyes, yet it only lasted a few seconds. "I now invite the Minister of Magic to give the prize to the winners."

Dumbledore looked around, as if he forgot where his seat was before sitting back, as the minister stood. Fudge was not in a good mood, really. Several of his close advisers and donors seemed to be missing, although nobody complained and there was nothing official yet. If they didn't return soon, his funds would dwindle and he would not be able to withhold his luxurious way of life and his post. Yet he should not let anybody know.

"Well done, champions. In the spirit of friendship you've made yourself first. You are the first group of champions to not only reach the end of the tournament unhurt, but to also do it together. As a token of our appreciation, here is the prize money, to be divided among the four of you."

The three male champions indicated for Fleur to go and accept the money bag for them all. She stepped forward, took the bag from the minister's hand and smiled at him, adding a bit of her allure and making him feel as if he was the one who won. She then retreated between her male companions.

As if this was a sign, several aurors, riding their broomsticks, landed close to the champions, led by Madam Bones. She was carrying a large plastic bag while another auror was floating a petrified figure in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" the minister asked, a bit afraid they were coming for him.

"I'm here to inform you that we have captured Peter Pettigrew, a Death Eater who was going to try and resurrect Voldemort. We've also destroyed the being into which the one who called himself Voldemort turned. It's remains are in here," she raised the plastic bag, "to be burned and passed through the Veil of Death."

She now turned to Harry. "I believe Sirius Black will now be able to finally get justice and be free, while Peter here will probably join his master through the veil, once we finish interrogating him and putting him on trial. Thank you, Lord Potter, for your direct and indirect assistance."

The next morning's "prophet" had several articles about the capture of Peter Pettigrew and his master, the justice done to the remains of Tom Riddle, aka Voldemort and the cleanup action at the ministry. The tournament was only mentioned in the inner pages with just a few lines dedicated to it and no photo.

Harry was very glad it all ended that way. "Madam Bones had perfect timing. Can you imagine the headlines had she chosen not to act yesterday?" he asked Hermione and Fleur.

They both pressed his hands under the table. The Great Hall was not the best place to show affection and certainly not on the last morning of the term.

Fleur parted from the Potters in tears. "I must go home, to my parents, now, but I'll be back as soon as I can," she promised.

Hermione had a more immediate problem to handle: what to tell her parents when they meet at the train station in a few hours. She had spent quite some time thinking about it even before, but no matter how she tried to phrase it, she was sure her parents would be mad at her.

Luckily, she couldn't spend the train ride thinking of it. Neville and the Weasley twins joined their compartment, along with some of the girls. Hanna Abbot seemed to be very close to Neville and it was clear to Hermione that their childhood friendship was turning quickly into more adult love. 'Just as my friendship with Harry turned into so much more, and much faster, at that,' she thought. The twins were also quite close with Angelina and Katie, sharing a passion for Quidditch as well.

Many others came to visit during the ride. Ginny came holding Dean's hand; Luna came alone, smiling widely at the two; Lavender and Parvati came, dragging Padma along. Padma seemed a bit shy, maybe due to the events at the ball and the second task. Susan Bones joined them for a while and they sent her aunt their compliments for a task well done.

By the time they reached London, Hermione didn't have any idea what to tell her parents, yet Harry's hand holding hers kept her from panicking.

Dan and Emma Granger welcomed their daughter with big hugs. It was immediately evident where Hermione had learned her hugs. After having hugged her, looked her over and complimented their daughter, "You look fantastic!" they turned their attention to her friend.

"So, this is your friend Harry, who's starring in all your letters home?" they teased Hermione, and then Dan shook his hand. "Pleased to finally meet my daughter's crush," Dan said, emphasizing the last word by pressing harder on Harry's hand, just to let him know not to fail his daughter.

Emma was as direct as her daughter. She hugged Harry just the way she did with Hermione. "I'm glad to finally see you, Harry. I'm Emma and this is Dan and you should call us by name, just as Hermione does, when she doesn't call us Mum and Dad."

"May I also call you Mum and Dad?" Harry asked.

This brought tears into her eyes. She already knew he was an orphan. "Sure, dear, if it makes you feel better."

Hermione was glad that Harry was so well accepted. She wondered what the reaction would be once they learned the whole truth.

They soon put their trunks in the car and sat on the back seat while Dan drove and Emma sat at his side. Hermione snuggled into Harry, oblivious to the glances her mother was taking at her through the front mirror. Emma immediately guessed this was much more than mere friendship. Both teens were glad for the long drive home, giving them some peace together before facing the inevitable.