Professor Black: A Reader Insert

44. Results of the Second Stupid Task and so on

Barty was really done with this.

He had no one to rescue at the bottom of the lake. Instead, he carried the rock that was supposed to be holding his person down, bullocks all if the little veela's sister happened to be attached to it. Whoever came up with this task in particular was a sadistic bastard that should be hung from the astronomy tower by their beard. Everyone knows that veela stay far away from anywhere where grindylows are known to be, vicious little blighters. Of course you can't forget that a veela shouldn't have their wings in water for too long anyway.

Barty still has nightmares of the hunt his father had participated in to get a veela out of his way in his rise to
power and dragged him along to learn whatever lesson it was he had wanted to impart. It was sickening. The worst bit was that his father had collected the last of their feathers, the ones that had dislodged before they burned and fused with and to the flesh of the person's back, to use for quills.

These veela were children. They didn't have the same resistance time that an adult veela would have. It is deplorable. Luckily, he had cast the necessary charm on her back the moment he got there and noticed that her back wasn't being protected but the damage had already been done. The merpeople were watching worriedly before he had appeared, blood and tufts of down feathers were floating around her, a mermish healer was trying to help but couldn't do anything.

Barty decided to punt the disappointment to wixen everywhere to the middle of the lake and tie a rock to their ankles and see how they like suffering.

So he was levitating the rock while he carefully carried the child to the matron and going to the judges table once the child was in better hands.

"Who's idea was it to have this be the task?" He asked through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth.

"The tasks were all suggested by Dumbledore, before he was incapacitated." Bagman said not noticing the wrath that was boiling under the eldest champion's skin.

"And who was to ensure the safety of the students used as bait?"

"That would be me." Barty Sr seemed to wince under the smoldering glare of his son, he seems to remember the little field trip he took Jr on and the subsequent doghouse he was put in once his dear wife found out.

"The blonde, she's part veela. Her feathers were too young to have any natural barriers against the water, she's too young to preen properly. She is not well and she may well suffer for your forgetfulness." Barty left out the fact that her wings could be completely disfigured or that she could have trouble finding her mate in the future since a veela's wing were important for their mating displays.

Barty may have been so traumatized by that feild trip, that he had studied everything he could about veelas so he could avoid it happening again if he could.

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Draco was livid. He saw the aftermath what had happened to Fleur's sister there were two parts of him that were both wanting to tear into whoever was responsible for two different reasons and were arguing about the best way to go about it.

He was holding onto his broach hard enough for the edges to dig into his palm through his gloves.

"Draco." The fight within him calmed immediately as a hand soothed over his own. "You're hurt."

Draco watched absently as Harry pried his hand open and eased it away from the broach. Harry looked carefully at the palm of his hand and sighed in what was probably relief.

"No blood, just buised." Harry lifted his still gloved hand up to his lips and kissed the buised palm before continuing. "Please don't hurt yourself when you're angry."

"How did you know?" The blond asked, staring blankly at his hand.

"I linked our broaches together so that I know how you feel. But that only works when we are far apart. I've known you for little over three years Draco, I'd like to think I can read you somewhat." There was amusement in the raven haired lord's voice.

That made Draco flush at the intimacy of Harry's actions and words when he remembered the ring he was supposed to give him. The blond stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out the box that held the ring that he had been wanting to give his snake tongued lion.

"Harry, I've been trying to find the right time to give this to you and it hasn't really been the right time so here. Please accept this as a gift for the Second Phase" Draco kept his stormy eyes on Harry as the other teen opened the ring box and took in the ring there.

"It's almost as beautiful as you." Harry kissed the ring while it was still in the box and staring at Draco daring him to either take offense or maybe him, Draco couldn't tell.

Draco wanted to both throttle and snog him at the same time as he flushed even redder than before, earning a knowing smirk from the git.

"Enjoy your games now, Love." Draco started, "We'll see how pleased you are when I've you begging for me."

Then the blond took in the ravenette's blush covered face and smirked as he turned and walked away to go finish the charms homework that was due soon.

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Fleur sat with her sister rubbing circles into her cold hands, her eyes not leaving the marred flesh of her sister's little wings. She felt empty. She couldn't protect her baby sister, how could her mate think she could protect their children? Would her sister hate her now for getting involved in this stupid tournament without thinking about what it could've done to her? She failed. She failed and now her sister might be alone forever.

"I wish I could take your pain little bird." Fleur murmured as she moved her other hand to play with her sister's hair.

"She was rescued soon enough, and she's so young, the goblins should be able to help her regrow them." A voice brought her out of her thoughts she turned to see who this stranger was, finding a tall redheaded man.

"'Oo are you?" She knew she should feel defensive but she just couldn't feel that way as the nicest smell she had ever smelled filled her nose.

"I am Bill Weasley, I came with the goblins to assist in moving your sister to their healing facilities. St. Mungos isn't exactly up to scratch when it comes to certain magical beings and the goblins will be efficient and do what is needed so she can have her wings back." His voice made her mouth water.

Fluer had found her mate. And it was the person the goblins decided was to be sacrificed to an agitated veela, granted she was only an eighth veela but it was enough to have strong wings and sharp claws. She'd need to have a word with them, after she assured her mate that she could keep their children safe and-

What was Fleur thinking? He knows how she failed her sister. How could he trust she wouldn't fail him or their children?

The crushing weight of the despair she felt made her shake with the effort to stay in her chair by her sister's side and not topple over and prove just how weak she was to him.

Her world went black as strong arms caught her and a loud call for help came from somewhere in the distance.

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(Y/n) had just finished floo calling Fleur's parents with the assistance of the Headmistress of Beauxbaton. Luckily, her French was good enough to get the point across that they needed to come and be with their daughters at this time and that they should be here soon.

That left her wondering why there was a rich milky scent filling her nose when she was alone. She felt so confused as to why it would be so. Usually this only happened when someone she knew was pregnant, but she hasn't seen anything about that for anyone and it has been happening since yuletide.

Perhaps, after the veela children are sorted, she should consult Poppy.