Death's Chosen Child

Chapter 5: Part five

Harry is walking outside with Fleur when he finally feels the magic he was looking for. The Yule holidays were already a couple of weeks ago, but Harry hasn't been sitting still.

He has collected the diadem from the ROR, had been evading Dumbledore everywhere he goes, and the man is getting craftier with finding Harry, much to Harry's dismay. And he has been meeting with Snape for the potion that is needed for Tom's return.

He also has been training with the other Champions and finding out the clue. They are now talking about strategy for the second task that will be in a couple of weeks, but Harry still had a little side project that will be going to fruition now.

He had talked about it with Fleur, he knew how the press was interested in his love life, and he knew they probably couldn't help themselves if he was being seen more and more with the French beauty. She agreed immediately when he presented her with his plan, and so they have been walking outside almost every day of the week.

''Fleur-'' He started, trying to keep a straight face. Fleur seemed to understand what would be happening and bit her lip to keep in her laugh. ''-the last couple of weeks have been amazing, and you are in the center of it.'' Harry says, coughing a little because he thinks his acting is ridiculous.

''Oh, Harry, I thought it was only me!'' Fleur replies while putting the back of her hand against her forehead as if she's swooning. Harry barely keeps in a snort before barreling on.

''No! No, it's not only you, you are a true flower in my dark existence, my only sunshine in between all the horrible things that have been happening in my life-'' Harry says, and Fleur giggles. She can't keep her laughter anymore. Harry sees tears in the corners of her eyes and quickly continues.

''I know your father would never approve of me, but I don't care, run away with me! Stay with me. I have enough money for you to live a long and happy life by my side!''

Fleur is now pressing a hand against her mouth so she won't burst out laughing. ''Oh, Harry!'' She mumbles, barely holding her composure, but then Harry finally sees what he's been looking for, and with the speed of a professional Seeker, he reaches out and snatches the bug that was hovering nearby out of the air before putting it in an unbreakable jar.

He puts the jar on eye level and smirks, he can see the lining of Skeeter's glasses around the eyes of the bug, and he knows he has the right one.

''Oh, thank god that's over, I couldn't keep a straight face anymore,'' Fleur says before bursting out in gleeful laughter. Harry starts chuckling too. He's thankful that Fleur wanted to help with Rita Skeeter.

''Me neither, not that you're not beautiful or anything, but you're not my type,'' Harry tells her simply with a smile, and Fleur kisses him on the cheek.

''You're not my type either, Harry,'' She replies with a smile before they start walking back in the direction of the castle.

''What are you going to do with her?'' Fleur asks curiously when they are almost back at the castle.

''Not sure yet,'' He tells her with a shrug before saying goodbye and leaving her at the Beauxbaton's carriage. He does know, but he doesn't think that she would want to know.

He then makes his way to the ROR. When he opens the door, he sees some kind of interview room he remembers seeing in some muggle movies a long time ago.

He puts the jar down on one side of the table before taking a seat on the other side. He then vanishes the jar wandlessly and pushes Rita out of her animagus form with the reversal spell.

She looks haggard, her hair is in disarray, and she is glaring with a blinding hatred at Harry, but Harry doesn't care.

''You can't just-'' But before she can get on steam with a tirade, Harry chuckles coldly, making her freeze and blink at him in fright.