Ezra Potter the cousin of the chosen one. The lover of Charlie Weasley. His life felt complete, but things quickly change as the Trizwizards Tournament goes very wrong.
Love is lost and new ones are found.
Ezra Potter will fight for those he cares...
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Fleur and Ezra.
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Nobodies POV
Dormitory. Night. Days later.
Ron stands grimly before a mirror in his lace robes. He shakes his head, mutters in disbelief: "Bloody hell." Ron says
Harry steps out then. His robes, in contrast to Ron's, are simple, black and completely unadorned. "What're those?" Ron asks "my dress robes." Harry says "well, those are all right! No lace! No dodgy little collar!" Ron exclaims
"I expect yours are more...traditional." Harry say "Traditional! They're ancient! I look like my great aunt Tessie!" Ron exclaims, he lifts up his arm and he sniffs, cringing. "Smell like my great aunt Tessie. Murder me, Harry." Ron pleads
....
Bottom Staircase, Entrance hall. Night.
Snowflakes are falling from the ceiling, over the smartly-dressed students filing the Great Hall, To the sweeping staircase, where Harry and Ron descend. Ron scans the crowd.
"Poor kid. Bet she's alone in her room, crying her eyes out." Ron says "who?" Harry ask "Hermione, of course. C'mon, Harry, why do you think she wouldn't tell us who she's coming with?" Ron ask
"Because we'd take the mickey out of her?" Harry says "no one asked her. Would've taked her myself if she wasn't so bloody proud." Ron says
Harry raises an eyebrow appraisingly, when: "Hello, boys." Parvati says
Parvati and Padma, doubly delightful in shocking pink and bright turquoise respectively, wait below. "Don't you look...dashing." Parvati says
Parvati' s eyes rake over Ron's robes as she takes Harry's arm. Padma stares in open horror. Just then, McGonagall appears, looking a bit flustered. "There you are, Potter. You and Miss Patil will wait here and enter with the other champions. Weasley..." McGonagall says
She falters, goggling at Ron's robes, then collects herself. "....you and Miss Patil may proceed inside, to the Great Hall." McGonagall says "C'mon then." Ron says
As Ron drags Padma off, she looks back desperately to her sister. Parvati just shakes her head. "We have a cousin who dresses like that." Parvati says
Just then, a gust of wind stirs the air and the Durmstrang and Beauxbaton students file inside. As Fleur Delacour appears, her silk wrap flies free, fluttering like a dove into the air, she was standing besides Ezra, giggling as he twirls Gabriella, her little sister.
Harry's eyes move to...Draco, who arrives hand in hand with Pansy.
"Omigod. She looks....beautiful." Parvati says
Harry nods glumly, staring at Draco, Draco looks up and briefly meets his eyes, face flushing before turning away from Harry gaze, Harry then realizes Parvati is not looking at Draco, but at a girl in periwinkle robes. Hair twisted in a graceful knot, swan's neck is nothing short of breathtaking. She is....
Hermione.
Taking Krum's arm, she gives Harry a little wave. As if it were on a string, Harry's own hand rises, waves back.
....
A path of light spills from the Entrance Hall, revealing a darkened Hall glimmering with icicles and mistletoe. The house tables have vanished, replaced by dozens of smaller ones, each glowing with lantern light around a central dance floor. Flitwick conducts a string quartet.
As the Champions enter, applause rises. Fleur leads the way, holding onto Ezra's arm, both smiling, while Harry and Parvati enter last, Parvati waving like a beauty queen. Harry scans the for Ron and finds him, staring open-mouthed at Hermione as she passes with Krum.
"Is that Hermione Granger? With Viktor Krum?" Padma ask "no. Absolutely not." Ron says
As the Champions reach the dance floor, Flitwick's baton freezes in mid-air -- bringing the Hall to a hush. "Take my waist." Parvati says "huh? Oh...right." Harry says
Harry puts his hand on Parvati's waist, takes her hand, when...Flitwick's baton drops and a waltz begins. "Go. Now!" Parvati says
More out of fear than anything else, Harry takes a step, then another. The music swells. Fleur sweeps past, rigid as a queen in Ezra's arm, both dancing gracefully. Next is Cho, dark eyes glimmering. Finally, Hermione, adrift in Krum's strong arms -- shoots Harry a goofy, excited grin.
Dumbledore leads McGonagall from the Tall Table, with a short bow, sweeps her onto the floor, where they dance formally, beautifully. Quickly. the remainderstaff pair off and join them. Even Maxime yields to Hagrid and his horrible suit, though she casts her eyes askance while in his arms. Only Moody remains on the sidelines, eye whirling madly in time to the waltz.
Harry catches Draco's eyes one last time, before flushing and looking away.
Fred's eyes were trailing Ezra's dancing form, watching with a small smile as Ezra takes in a small girl to the dance.
Finally, the students converge, led by Neville, who glides like Astaire, much to the astonishment to the astonishment of his date - - Ginny Weasley. Lost in the crush, Harry feels less self-conscious about his own clumsy feet and actually manages to smile. Taking it al in...rising higher and higher until we...rack focus....onto a trio of gleaming icicles...dripping.
