𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦

Chapter 37 - Bad News

Chapter 37

3rd POV

Bad News

The chamber of secrets was silent as Harry and Fleur sat cross legged in front of each other, their eyes and forehead touching as they based in the other company. Their emotions raw and neither wanting to sleep, Harry used the time to allow Fleur help calm him while working through his emotional state.

A flash of fire on top of the statue of Salazar Slytherin signaled Fawkes' arrival into the chamber.

"Fawkes?" Harry asked with a sigh, groaning as he stood and pulling Fleur to her feet beside him.

"I guess the 'headmaster' requires our presence, no?" Fleur asked, and Harry looked up to see Fawkes looking down at them with worry in its black eyes.

"Yeah you're right. Oh well, at least you got some rest." His grin was tired, and he knew it felt flat, but he wouldn't give her the fake smile she hated. He sighed and looked toward the tent.

Harry held out a hand and his dragonhide utility vest flew out of the tent to his hand before he moved it to his other hand, releasing Fleur's hand. He held out his hand again and Fleur's utility vest flew out where he caught it and handed it to her.

When they had returned to the chamber earlier, they had just dumped their vests on the ground in their effort to fall into bed.

He watched as Fleur put on her utility vest and was surprised to notice that when she came out of the tent earlier to cheer him up,she was dressed for a fight.

A grin covered his face as he realized she was practical, if he had been stubborn with his misery, she probably would have attacked him.

Once they were both ready, Fawkes flew down on Harry's shoulder as he held Fleur to his side. A moment later and a flash of flames later saw the two standing in the headmasters office.

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Harry saw the headmaster sitting in his throne-like chair, his elbows on the desk and his fingers steepled in front of his face.

"What's wrong, sir?" Harry asked and Dumbeldore closed his eyes for a few moments before looking at Fleur.

"The French ministry has fallen."

Harry felt Fleur's hand clench around his, squeezing him tight.

"Fallen? Why didn't we go help?" Harry asked, then paused for a moment.

"What about Dominique?"

Dumbledore sighed, looking every bit of his age.

"I do not know. The British ministry just found out. It seems there was no warning, like it happened in mere moments."

Harry met Fleur's gaze and squeezed her hand.

"We are going sir. We need to help." Harry declared, a frown appearing on his face as Dumbledore raised a hand.

"No Harry, we can't. The battle had already been fought." The headmaster turned to Fleur.

"If your father is alive, he will find his way to us. We cannot expect to defeat a large portion of magical Europe with just the three of us."

Harry narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Dumbledore sighed again.

"According to reports, the French ministry has been invaded by the army that took Beauxbatons, which comprised a large portion of various magical European nations." Harry's jaw clenched.