Chapter 37.6- Doom Days

“Victory: Krum” the referee proclaimed and the Durmstrang section grown smaller say by ay erupted into applause. At this point, even I was unsure of victory. There was just something about staves that made them less than ideal for complicated pieces of magic, and it was only whn that was denied to me that I realised just how much of my arsenal relied on either complex curses, charms, elemental conjuration, or just transfiguration of the bog standard variety. Still, it would be my duty to fight at my best and I would deliver nothing less.

The announcer called Fleur and I up, and I walked slowly up to the stage, not wanting to to rush her. Either ay, when I got there she was still yet to emerge from the medical tent. I stood and waited as the countdown ran down. When there was about a minute left, she limped into view. Had Krum hit her that hard? I felt my grip on the staff in my hand tighten as she walked down. It was clear that she was struggling. Every step seemed to be a pain to take. She had left the tent with a minute and thirty six seconds left. The distance between the tent and stage should only have taken a few seconds. In her case, she only had six seconds left when she made it to the stage.

“Are you okay?” I found myself asking as Felt worry crawl through me. Not just worry either. Rage as well. Krum would pay for this one, he would. Staff or not, I’d have my revenge, Thoughts on him, I barely heard the referee begin the task. What I did notice though, was how Fleur’s limp disappeared and she shot a wave of magic at me. I flowed my magic through the staff to form a shield and barely managed to create a blue flicker in time. It mattered little as I flew off the platform a second later. I landed on the soft grass, little worse from wear, staring up at the blue sky.

I took a second to appreciate the view before there was someone in my way. Fleur’s head popped up in my view. “Are you okay, ‘Arry?” She asked, accent thick, a sign that she was feeling some strong emotions.

“You tricked me” I couldn’t tell if that amused or infuriated me more. It was one of the most obvious tricks in the world. One I wouldn’t have fallen for in my life as Doom, for sure. But somehow this one had changed me enough that what I felt for her on seeing her was immediate worry not suspicion.

“Not truly. I exaggerated things a bit, but the pain is very much there” She defended.

“Bullshit” I laughed. Because it was funny. I’d lost in the most cliche bullshit way possible.

“Truly, Harry” She said, meeting my eyes.

“Would Victor Krum and Harry Potter please make it to the stage” the announcer called next. I pushed myself to my feet.

“ I’m sorry ‘Arry” She said.

“No you aren’t” I replied with a smile. Because I knew I for one wouldn’t be in her place.