Y/N was sore beyond words as he laid in the tent, Hermione next to him as Lavender returned. She walked over and smiled at the couple, asking how Y/N was.

"I feel like ten pounds of shit in a five pound sack" Y/N chuckled. Hermione, sitting on his non burnt side, rubbed his arm lovingly. Lavender sighed and looked at her injured friend:

"Well you did amazing. Perfect score, the school is in hysterics."

"As they should be" Y/N smiled as he closed his eyes. It was the strangest feeling, despite only having a scar and mild burns he was in absolute agony. The pain in his body felt like he was back in hell, in the Hole. His face like he wasn't scarred but had his eye ripped out. He couldn't work it out. He didn't want to worry Hermione and so kept his pain to himself, making sure he didn't groan or moan out loud.

"Just wanted to check on you. Make sure you rest up" Lavender smiled, patting Hermione on the shoulder before she walked off. She checked on Harry quickly but to the couples surprise she then walked across to Krum's bedside and talked to him.

"I told her to-" Y/N tried to get up but seethed in pain, Hermione gently holding him down and saying:

"I know but please, just rest. You need to rest babe."

Y/N looked up at Hermione and grimaced slightly, nodding. She smiled and not a moment later Poppy came through the tent and said loudly "in a couple of moments we are going to be transporting you four to the infirmary. You'll all be given relaxing draughts to help you rest for a few hours, then we'll see how you are this evening. Lord L/N will be staying with us I think, and Miss Delacour, but we'll see how Mr Krum pulls up. You should be free to go Mr Potter."

"That will be good, Fred and George are planning a party for Harry and Y/N tonight after dinner. Sorry, Y/N" Lavender called out from next to Krum. Y/N didn't answer, and Pomfrey continued:

"As for you two ladies I suppose-"

She paused momentarily looking over at Y/N and changing her cheerful tone:

"I'm afraid no visitors at the infirmary, just in case."

"But Madam Pomfrey-" Hermione began to protest before Y/N raised his hand to her, saying gently:

"It's OK love. Can you do me a couple of big favours?"

"What love?" Hermione asked with a loving smile as she rubbed Y/N's non burnt half of his face.

"Can you let Penny and Aerith know I'm ok, that I'll see them tomorrow, and then go see the twins and call Dobby and Winky? See what they need for the party and ask our assistants to bring them at half seven?"

Hermione nodded and leant down, gently kissing her lover. Across the room Lavender looked down at Krum and blushed, gently squeezing his hand as he offered her a charming smile before the two fourth years left the tent.

--~--

"As for you two ladies I suppose-"

Poppy cut herself off as she heard Y/N in her head.

You need to banish them from the infirmary. It's not safe, especially if I'm unconscious.

She looked over at Y/N, concerned by his message but she knew at the same time he was not one prone to flights of fancy. She subtly nodded and then said in her serious matron tone:

"I'm afraid no visitors at the infirmary, just in case."

She soon transported the students back towards the hospital wing, levitating them on their guerneys when they ran into, of all people, Rita Skeeter. She was about to give the vile woman a talking to when she was shocked at Y/N saying on the way passed:

"Hospital wing, ten minutes, Rita."

The reporter nodded and walked off. Poppy turned to Y/N and asked as she walked next to his bed:

"Are you sure, Y/N? Shes-"

We've found ourselves in a... particularly one sided relationship, Poppy. Trust me, it's OK.

Poppy nodded and continued the walk back to the infirmary. After arriving she began to administer relaxation potions to the four champions, but stopped as Rita entered. She walked over to the reporter, insisting she fill in the visitors registry, if for no other reason than she detested the woman. As the reporter wrote though Poppy noticed the faint golden crossed lines on her hand, the unmistakable sign of having performed an unbreakable vow, and as Y/N's words gained a new meaning in her mind she decided she didn't wish to know more, walking off from the pair.

Rita entered Y/N's stall and drew the curtains, the unmistakable humming of a silencing charm filling the air, before the woman left with a smile ten minutes later.

--~--

Y/N had swallowed his potions like a good little patient, not falling asleep but relaxing, his pain eased somewhat before dinner was brought to the Champions. Just as it ticked six thirty Harry was the first person to be dismissed from the hospital ward and left after stopping to see Y/N. He apologised again for Y/N missing the party but Y/N simply smiled and winked at him. Harry was confused, but like always just nodded to Y/N and accepted something would happen.

Ten minutes later Victor was released, Fleur staying for her nerves as Poppy prescribed her sleeping and more relaxing draughts and the matron wanted to monitor her, and Y/N as his burns were more severe than Victor's and Poppy wanted him to stay in overnight to be monitored as well. Y/N watched Victor leave the hospital wing and with a flick of his wrist surrounded himself with his drawn cubicle curtains, levitating some shorts from his pouch, gingerly placing them on above the briefs he was wearing and apparated topless from the hospital wing.

--~--

Krum walked through the corridor but had the feeling he was being followed. He turned but the corridor was empty. He walked another few feet and turned again.

Nothing.

He began walking again but swore he heard breathing behind him. He turned a third time with his wand drawn...

Again nothing. He placed it away and grumbled before turning to leave. His eyes opened in shock. Y/N was right in front of him. Before Victor could react a large hand was around his throat and he was slammed into the wall behind him. His wand fell from his hand and clattered on the stone floor, Y/N kicking it away before glaring into the fear filled eyes of the Bulgarian.

"I know who you are Krum. I know what you are. And I know what you are fucking doing with Lav. I promised Nina I wouldn't talk about what I saw but if you so much as lay a finger on Lavender..."

Victor gasped as Y/N squeezed, his airways constricted as he choked for oxygen and Y/N's eyes narrowed.

"...I will fucking end you! But first, have a look at this..."

Y/N's left arm was held in front of Victor's face, just inches away, before Victor jumped and squealed in panic, a sharp metal blade ripping from the flesh of Y/N's forearm. It extended nearly a foot as Y/N's arm lowered, the razor sharp point of the blade settling just millimetres from Victor's eye.

"This is an angel blade, Krum. An indestructible blade formed from pure matter in Heaven. It's a curious thing. Anyone killed by an angel blade, they don't just die, they are erased from existence, forever. Even the soul dies. Remember that while you try to play your games and think about your parents, your loved ones, your siblings, gone, poof..."

The blade retracted as Y/N clicked his fingers

"...just like that. Forever!"

The Bulgarian was thrown to the floor and landed face first. He turned around quickly but his assailant was gone.

--~--

Y/N apparated to the Gryffindor common room and smiled, looking around. It was empty, other than the portraits who broke out in a rousing round of applause for the young Lord, with cries of "bravo" and "Congratulations" emanating from the magical paintings.

Y/N bowed and thanked the portraits before he summoned a magical blanket from his pouch. Penny had given it to him, a week before the task. It was magically enhanced to release burn soothing gel to whoever was wrapped in it or in this case, sat on it. Penny had inadvertently hinted to the fact that dragons, or at least fire, was involved in the task the moment she found out, her worry was so great. Y/N loved her so much, she was such a sweety.

Y/N laid the blanket down on the side of the couch he was going to sit, his and Hermione's usual spot. and eased himself down in relief at the cooling gel. He waved his hand nonchalantly, his and Hermione's apartment door opening and the four small babies ran/flew downstairs.

"My babies" Y/N smiled.

Y/N whispered with Na-Hath, the phoenix especially worried seeing his father's injuries. He wanted to cry but Y/N told him it was fine, he just needed rest and Poppy's cream. As he whispered with Na-Hath he gently stroked Newt, levitating a wood louse from his pouch and into the bowtruckle's hands as the tiny creature clambered up to his father's head. Crookshanks purred and pushed around his father's feet as Gizmo ran in circles on Y/N's lap in excitement before he stopped and sniffed his father's burnt leg.

Daddy Ok? He heard from the Niffler, who's vocabulary was expanding as he started to reach maturity.

"Daddy's ok, Gizmo. Daddy needs you four to look after Mummy in a little bit. Daddy has to go back to hospital and Mummy will need lots of cuddles tonight, ok" Y/N smiled. The four children interacted happily as the portrait door opened behind them. Y/N was expecting Harry but instead Ron walked through, having left dinner early. The pair hadn't spoken in weeks, not since the incident with Harry and Gizmo, so Y/N was surprised when Ron stopped next to the couch and stood there awkwardly.

"Hey Ron" Y/N said in surprise, discomfort obvious in his tone.

"Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?" Ron asked with sincerity. Y/N was genuinely surprised and replied:

"Pretty sore, pretty beat up. Don't tell Hermione... Thanks for asking though, mate."

A small smile grew on Y/N's lips, Ron lighting up at the positive reaction. He continued:

"You were brilliant out there. I was so scared when the dragon's flames engulfed you... poor Hermione, and Professors Haywood and Gainsborough... it was bad in the stands, but the way you pushed the flames back... with water from your hands... bloody hell."

Y/N chuckled at Ron's words. This may have been the most the two had ever spoken to each other positively without it breaking down into an argument or snide comment. Y/N decided to push his luck.

"About Harry, Ron."

He expected some push back, and instead was pleasantly shocked when Ron looked down in shame.

"I know, I've been a right pillock."

His faced relaxed when, instead of berating him, Y/N chuckled loudly:

"Yeah, that's putting it midly."

The two laughed and Ron suddenly asked:

"Aren't you supposed to be in the hospital wing?"

"Yeah" Y/N smirked, "Hermione's gonna hit the wall, but I didn't want to miss Harry's moment."

"Harry's moment?" Ron asked, slightly confused. "Fred and George were throwing this for both of you."

"To be honest I'm too tired and beat up to be celebrating, and this isn't a dig at you, but the way Harry's been treated he deserves to the centre of attention for a bit."

Ron was about to reply when the portrait door opened, Harry walking in alone. The two made eye contact and Ron opened his mouth, but couldn't find the words he wanted, instead turning and walking off quickly to their dorm.

"Pratt" Harry muttered angrily as he stopped and looked at Y/N shocked, rushing over and hugging his best friend.

"How are you feeling? How's the face? I couldn't talk to you much down at... wait aren't you in the hospital wing still?"

Y/N smirked and Harry chuckled.

"Right, the whole being you, thing. You here for the party?"

"Your party, yeah" Y/N smiled.

"My... no, we did this, both of us, and-"

"Relax and enjoy it, Harry. Speaking of..."

The portrait door opened again, Y/N whispering "I'd move if I was you."

Hermione's angered tone could be heard coming through the portrait, the twins being the source of her outburst:

"I just don't think it's right, celebrating Gryffindor's successes when Y/N's still in the infirmary. Why not have this little celebration tomorrow, or the day after, when Y/N is released?" she asked, stopping in front of the pair with her back to the couches.

"Three reasons, Granger" Fred smiled.

"One, Y/N told us to have the party, it's why he asked you to bring us Dobby and Winky, remember." George added.

"Two, he wanted Harry to relax and have a good night" Fred continued.

"And three, look behind you" George concluded with a smirk.

Hermione turned with an annoyed huff, her face instantly changing as she caught sight of Y/N.

"Baby!" she almost exploded in joy, rushing over and hugging him as Harry just dove out the way in time.

Hermione forgot Y/N's condition in her relief, before she snapped back from the embrace as he seethed in pain at the contact.

"Baby. You need to go back to the infirmary right now. I don't know why Madam Pomfrey would release you at all if you're still in pain!"

She raised an eyebrow at his lack of response.

"Y/N Thomas L/N!" she exclaimed, stomping her foot and crossing her arms.

"Oohhh!" Some of the older Gryffindor boys laughed before Hermione turned to them. One glare was enough to shut them all down, instantly. Hermione turned back to see Y/N smiling and reaching for her hands. She allowed him to take them, begrudgingly, as he smirked his charming cocky smirk.

"I'm only here for a few minutes, to see Harry's celebration, I've got a medical blanket under me, and I took my potions like a good boy, ok?"

Hermione smiled and relented, leaning down and kissing Y/N gently before sitting on his non burnt side, the four children getting comfy on and around them. He wrapped his arm round her as the rest of Gryffindor watched on, many who had crammed into the common room staring at his physique close up for the first time. He was sat in just shorts, and many females in the room were swooning at the sight of his muscular torso, some of the boys too. Y/N was oblivious though, or non concerned at least, as he motioned with his head to the twins in Harry's direction. They smiled and nodded, rushing the boy and lifting he, and the egg that was still in his hands, on their shoulders as Gryffindor collectively clapped.

"So why didn't you want any attention again?" Hermione chuckled as the couple watched the adoration happening ten feet from them. Hermione heard in her head:

I don't need the bleating praises of sheep. All I need is you.

She smiled as she squeezed in tighter before the twins started yelling up at Harry:

"Yes Harry!"

"Knew you wouldn't die"

"Lose a leg!"

"Or an arm!"

"Pack it in altogether?"

"Never!"

The twins led the cheers before Seamus yelled out:

"Go on Harry, what's the clue?"

Harry looked at his adoring audience and yelled back:

"Who wants me to open it?"

The crowd roared.

"Do you want me to open it?" Harry asked again. At another raucous cheer Harry did so, he and the egg promptly dropping to the floor as everyone grabbed their ears and cried in pain at the ear bleeding screeches that came out of the the golden contraption. Everyone, but Y/N.

Harry reached and closed his egg as quick as he could. Everyone groaned as their pain subsided, everyone except Cormac McLaggen who yelled out at Y/N:

"What the bloody hell are you smiling at?"

All of Gryffindor house, including Hermione, looked at Y/N who was sat with his head tilted upwards, his eyes closed, and a contented smile on his face.

"Thanks, Harry. I know now the second task."

The room was shocked. Lavender spoke up first as she gasped:

"You... you do?"

"They have a beautiful language, beautiful voices" Y/N said as he continued to smile but opened his eyes.

"Who does?" Harry asked, confused.

"Uh-ah, Harry, that would be telling" Y/N said with a wink. Just as he was about to send a message to Harry through legilimency Ron appeared out of breath at the top of the boys' dorms staircase. He yelled out:

"What the bloody hell was that?"

"Alright everyone, back to your knitting. This will be awkward enough without you nosy gits listening in" Fred said loudly.

"George!" Y/N called out, lifting an arm and snapping his fingers.

A large table of assorted food and drinks appeared in the room, causing a great distraction and the twins thanked Y/N.

Ron walked up to Harry awkwardly.

"I reckon you'd have to have been barking mad to put own your name in the Goblet of Fire. I think someone's trying to kill you, Harry" Ron said as he looked down ashamed at the floor.

"Finally caught on did you?" Harry shot back.

Y/N swore he heard Hermione suppress a giggle.

"It wasnt just me, everyone was saying it behind your back."

"Oh thanks Ron, that makes me feel loads better!" Harry shot back. As he did Y/N turned his head to look at the other Gryffindors who were congregating at the snacks table. They all looked down guiltily, remembering Y/N's proclamation in the Great Hall.

"I did warn you about the dragon" Ron said quickly, getting Y/N's attention back.

"Hagrid warned me about the dragons"

"No no no it was me, remember? I told Lavender to tell you that Seamus told him that Dean was told by Yuffie that Hagrid was looking for you, Seamus never actually told me anything so it was really me all along."

Hermione stared at Ron with her mouth open. Lavender raised an eyebrow. Y/N, who in Hermione's estimate had an IQ to mirror a theoretical physicist, had an extremely puzzled look on his face. The twins and Maisy were walking over to see the couple but stopped, seeing the absolutely bewildered look on Y/N's face, trying to work out Ron's logic. She covered her mouth, not having laughed so hard in a long time. Harry echoed the sentiments as he looked at Ron:

"Who could possibly figure that out? It's completely mental."

"Yeah..." Ron chuckled "...I suppose I was a bit distraught."

"Boys" Hermione whispered shaking her head.

"Hey" Y/N replied. Hermione turned with a smile and kissed his cheek:

"Boys, not men."

"Forgiven" Y/N chuckled as the twins and Maisy arrived.

"Everything alright?" Y/N asked. Before another word could be said Maisy had flung herself down into a hug and started weeping. Hermione leant back as Y/N wrapped his arms round the Slytherin girl, the couple exchanging worried glances before looking over to the twins.

"Maisy's been dead worried about you mate" George explained sadly. "She's refused to talk about it with you, thinking you have enough on your plate, but she's been a mess since you were selected. Not eating, not sleeping, not fu-"

George stopped himself quickly, realising what he was about to say. Hermione face palmed, Fred walked off unable to stop himself breaking down in laughter. Y/N though was too concerned with Maisy, lifting her head gently and wiping her tears with a finger.

"You ok?" Y/N asked gently. Maisy shook her head.

"You've done so much for me. I was so lonely before, so sad all the time. My life started when you walked into Creatures, and you've never asked for a thing in return. I'm just so scared for you, and for Hermione, this tournament it..."

Tears threatened to erupt again, and Y/N pulled her in tight. She heard in her mind.

It's ok Maisy, it's ok. I knew months ago I would be selected for this tournament. I entered it strategically, knowing Fudge would attempt to assassinate me. I need him to try.

"You... you do?" She asked shakily, asking a question no one around her knowing what it was in response to.

I do. Fudge supports and enables people like you parents. If we want to bring them down, enact real change, then we need to show the world how corrupt and wicked they are first. I promise you it is all going according to plan. Ok?

Maisy nodded, and as Y/N cupped her face lovingly she smiled and leant into it. Hermione smiled at the sight, this was yet another relationship Y/N had with a female where there was absolutely no tone of sexual tension in the air at all, but one full of purity, innocence and genuine love, on both sides. Y/N spoke:

"I will ask you to do something for me now though, Maisy. Call it calling in the favour, if you like."

Maisy looked up and nodded, smiling quickly.

"Of course, yeah, anything."

"Be there for Hermione, when I can't. I know how much of a strain this is on her."

Both girls smiled and joined hands as Maisy replied happily:

"Nothing would make me happier."

Y/N stayed for ten minutes, enjoying the party and eating after Hermione fixed him a plate, insisting he needed food to regain his strength despite having had dinner. After saying goodbye to Hermione, which in itself was a process, and his other friends, Y/N pulled Harry aside, Harry hugging his much larger friend as Y/N smiled and hugged back.

"Thanks Y/N, for everything."

"No thanks are needed, Harry."

Take a couple of days to rest and recover, then try to figure out your egg. If you haven't worked it out by the time Hermione and I get back from America, I'll give you a nudge in the right direction.

"Thanks, Y/N" Harry smiled.

—~—

Charlie Weasley was packing up the last of the non essential equipment. They were camping one last night in the Forbidden Forest before moving back in the morning, back to Romania, taking the Welsh Green, the Horntail and the Chinese Fireball back to the Dragon Sanctuary. He was worried about the Congolese Devilspawn, but representatives of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creaturea had turned up and taken jurisdiction of the magical cage that surrounded the Legendary Creature.

He had managed to keep the Hellspawn's eggs safe, under his specific guard, but his superiors had been arguing with their equivalents from the Committee over their ownership. He could see by the look in the committee members eyes they wanted the eggs for the vast wealth that could be made selling them on the open market.

Charlie began to feel drowsy, before looking across shocked as one by one the witches and wizards around him began to fall. He pulled his wand before feeling one pushed into his neck.

"I wouldn't if I was you, Charlie."

Charlie's eyes widened at the deep yet familiar voice. He turned around shocked.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? You shouldn't be out of bed. Merlin, are you ok?" Charlie asked all at once, taking in Y/N's appearance in front of him, only in shorts.

"Are these the Devilspawn's eggs? All of them?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, the DDC committee are desperate to get their hands on them but I kept them safe, for as long as I could. I don't know how much longer I could have held out. Why..."

Charlie suddenly grew suspicious, having a feeling that he knew what the Beast Whisperer was up to.

"Sorry Charlie, this is for you own good."

With just a flick of his wrist Y/N had disarmed Charlie, flung him across the clearing, and tied him to a tree as he sat helpless at the mercy of the young wizard in front of him. Y/N approached calmly, asking:

"The other dragons and their eggs, what's to happen to them?"

"Back to Romania, to the sanctuary" Charlie replied before an orange circle opened in front of him. He was stunned as the nest and eggs levitated up in the air and into the circle.

"What are you doing?" Charlie gasped as the circle closed.

"Magic beyond the understanding of 99% of the population" Y/N replied as he turned to the strange cube that held the Devilspawn and raised both his wands. It was the strangest thing, from the moment he regained consciousness in the tent, he knew the exact Enochian incantation needed to free the beast.

Ialpor PaGrath OrDunGrath

Y/N spoke the sacred language, the four sides and the roof disappearing.

--~--

The Congolese Devilspawn laid despondently in its cage. Her mate had been killed. She had been dragged around the world and finally managed to get safety for her unborn children and she had been bewitched. It was now all gone. She knew it was likely she would never see her eggs again.

When the cage surrounding her disappeared she didn't even react. She didn't care, these people could just kill her and be done with it... that was until she caught his scent.

She lifted her three heads and looked down in amazement as the Whisperer stood in front of her. Half his body was red from her fire, she could smell the pain wafting from him.

What are you doing here, Whisperer? I attacked you, our deal is forfeit.

No mighty Devilspawn it is not. You were bewitched by cowardly men, too scared and weak to attack me themselves. Nothing you did was of your volition. Now don't you wish to join your eggs?

A smirk grew on the Whisperer's face as he waved his hand in a circle and a hole opened up in front of her to... somewhere else. She saw her eggs and her nest safe as she whispered back:

Thank you. Thank you.

--~--

Y/N closed the portal and turned back to Charlie. His friend looked at him confused.

"I'm glad you did that Y/N, but why tie me up?"

"So you can't be responsible when they wake up" Y/N motioned to the others who were still unconscious.

"A sleeping spell" Charlie muttered in realisation. He turned back to look at Y/N's wand, pointed at his face.

"For what it's worth I'm sorry, Charlie"

Charlie looked at his friend with concern.

Obliviate

--~--

Y/N apparated to the far end of his estate, only about 200 metres from the home he and Hermione shared.

In front of him the Devilspawn was laying, huddled around her nest, cooing in relief at her reunion with her unborn babies. Y/N smiled:

"Welcome to your new home, Mighty One. This is my estate, magically sealed. The forests surrounding it go for miles. Plenty of space for you and your children to hunt and fly, all I ask is you protect the people inside, if needed, and don't hunt the Direwolf and Hippogriff that you will see, the farm animals on my estate, or any other Magical Creatures. The deer are numerous for you and your offspring, and one of my elves will bring you a side of cow a week to supplement your hunting."

The three heads bowed and nodded as Y/N waved to Butkiss, the House Elf who was responsible for the upkeep of the farm.

"My Lord" the House Elf bowed before looking up in awe at the mighty creature in front of him.

"This is Butkiss, the elf who will bring you steer. Butkiss this is... do you have a name, Mighty One?" Y/N smiled.

He nodded to the dragon then turned to Butkiss

"This is Pyra."

--~--

Y/N apparated back to the hospital wing and was surprised to find his cubicle full. Aerith, Sam, Penny and Dean were there waiting, Aerith happily chatting to Fleur who had come across from her bed.

They jumped at Y/N's presence, Y/N equally as shocked at theirs.

"Hey guys, what are you all doing here?" Y/N asked in genuine shock.

He was instantly set upon by Penny and Aerith, both hugging him tight, causing him to seeth in genuine pain. They pulled back alarmed, especially Penny. It took a lot of pain for Y/N to show it.

"Poppy he's back, but he's hurting" Penny yelled out as Aerith checked him.

"About bloody time" the mediwitch said as she stormed round the corner.

"In bed, now, I'll get you a sleeping potion and another pain killing concoction, and then apply more burns cream. The damage that was done to your body when you came from that pitch. It's a miracle you're still alive, let alone standing. You lot had better clear off as well."

The four were devastated at hearing about Y/N's condition, Penny barely holding back tears as she hugged Y/N tightly, on his non burnt side.

"I love you, Cutie Pie" she sighed.

"I love you too, Pens" Y/N smiled.

Dean looked at his brother apprehensively, he thought about going for a hug. He had been trying all year to apologise to his baby brother, make amends for his mistakes, but he had hit nothing but brick walls. He had decided to try a different approach, slowly, demonstrating to Y/N he had changed. He held out his hand. Y/N looked at it, saw the pained look in Penny's eyes and relented, reaching out and shaking it as well. Dean nodded and turned to Penny, delighting in the happiness he saw in his wife's eyes. Aerith was next, hugging her brother gently and looking up at him proudly.

"We'll talk about what happened tomorrow, tonight rest. We are so proud of you, Y/N. Of both of you" she turned to Fleur to smile.

"You were magnificent" Aerith turned back to Y/N as Fleur added:

"Some more magnifique than others, zer were three 'eads."

"Don't sell yourself short Fleur, a dragon's a dragon" Y/N winced in pain, holding his chest, his burnt pectoral flaring up. Fleur reached out, surprising Y/N as she placed a hand on his not burnt arm.

"Merci, mais ce n'est pas vrai" Fleur smiled and turned to leave, Y/N smiled and looked at her before, in his weakened state, he got a glimpse inside her mind. He saw her memories, having to be on guard her whole life, men approaching her before she had even reached puberty, pulled towards her because of her Veela blood, unable to hide their attraction. How she had been able to protect herself from their advances, thanks to her Veela form emerging, but she was always on guard from that point on, always alone, apart from her dear little Gabrielle.

Y/N didn't see the lustful pain in the arse he had been avoiding for weeks, instead he saw that lonely girl, needing to put her shell up to protect herself from the world.

"Avez-vous oublié que je parle français, Mademoiselle Delacour? Ne vous vendez pas à découvert, simplement parce que les autres le font" Y/N replied.

Fleur smiled and walked back to her cubicle after hugging Aerith.

Finally Sam approached Y/N and the two partners hugged, tenderly given Y/N's state, Sam saying with a beaming proud smile:

"I've so proud of you, brother. You never cease to amaze me."

"I've worked out the second clue, can you come back in the morning? Discuss the second task?"

Sam nodded and smiled again before leaving with Aerith behind Dean and Penny. Y/N smiled as he saw his partner and his sister joining hands on the way out.

Y/N turned back, feeling Fleur's eyes bore into him from across the room. He went to get in bed when there was a panicked weeping and wailing next to him.

"My Lord My Lord" Dobby said in panic and terror, at top volume as was his way.

"We just heard My Lord, are you ok?"

Y/N forced a smile down to Dobby and replied:

"I'm fine Dobby, I just need to rest. Wait, what do you mean we?"

"The Ph- your associates. They are all most upset... preparing for Fleet Street."

"Fuck" Y/N muttered. "Let's go."

Y/N was so tired, he just wanted to rest. He took Dobby's hand and the two apparated. Poppy returned to Y/N's cubicle, a tray with three potions, a large bowl of gel and a clipboard in her hand.

"Ok, Y/N. Just your potions, your gel and some observations and then-"

She looked around his empty cubicle.

"Where's he gone now?" She asked puzzled.

"A most upset 'Ouse Elf appeared to 'im. They both apparated" Fleur stated to the matron, surprised when she roared.

"That boy!" Poppy growled as she snapped her clipboard in two.

"Lord or not, adult or not, that bloody boy will be the death of me!"