Harry Potter and the Boy Who Lived

Chapter 16: The Rising Storm

A/N- I have decided to make the chapter shorter since they were way too long, obviously I will still include everything ^-^. Sorry for any inconveniences caused (。>︿<).

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The Price of Victory
Durmstrang, Aug. 25th

Walking down the boys' corridor, his trunk floating a few feet behind him, Harry shook his head in amusement when he saw Calypso sitting across from his room, a patient expression on her face.

"Waiting for me?"

Turning her head at the sound of his voice, Calypso playfully sighed at her boyfriend. "Why must you always arrive at the last possible minute? The first years have been here for almost six hours already, Potter. Is it impossible for you to get to school when the rest of us arrive?"

Harry looked at Calypso with a faux-baffled expression. "What's this? What happened to the sweet girl that met my family at the World Cup?"

Calypso's eyes gleamed. "Did I pass the Potter family inspection?"

"They liked you," Harry said reassuringly as he unlocked his door. "Though I was a bit disturbed at times."

"You didn't like me being nice?" Calypso asked, a little surprised.

"You weren't being yourself. Well," he amended, "I guess you were, but it was just strange. You were trying to make my family like you so much, and while they didn't notice, it was obvious to me. Personally, I'll take the demanding, curse flinging Calypso over that one any day."

Stepping forward, Calypso kissed Harry squarely on the lips. "You say the nicest things sometimes."

"Why thank you, Ms. Rosier." Stepping into his room, Harry said, "It was just a little odd, especially once I started thinking about it later. You found a way to connect well to each of my family members. How long have you been planning out your first meeting with my family?"

"For almost a year," Calypso admitted. "I thought I was going to try and convince you to marry me, remember? I had no intention of having your family hate me."

Harry snapped his head around to look intently at Calypso. "You thought you were? As in no longer?"

Calypso smiled brightly. "Yes, thought. My father told that me that he has no intention of offering a marriage contract for me to anyone, Harry. Don't worry about that. It's over."

"Really?" Harry asked, incredibly relieved but a little surprised. "What about everything you said about being the last of your family? What about–"

"Father changed his mind," Calypso said happily. "He didn't explain his reasoning to me, and I didn't ask. All that matters is it's over. You and, more importantly, I don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Well, that's a bit of a relief," Harry admitted. "I tried not to think about it, but it was always there in the back of my head."

"It was worse for me. I've had a marriage contract hanging over me for years." Calypso had a silly grin on her face as she walked around Harry, seemingly inspecting him. "I also see that you made it out of the World Cup unscathed. Were the idiots that donned Death Eater robes anywhere near you?"

"No, they were closer to the Irish tents. My parents went to help along with the Weasleys, but Nathan and I stayed inside."

"Did the Aurors catch any of them?"

Before Harry could respond, there was a series of knocks against the door. With a wave of his wand, Harry opened the door, revealing a tired and frustrated Viktor Krum.