Harry Potter Veela's Embrace

Madam Maxime noted how happy the three of them were when they left the carriage a little later and wondered exactly what had happened in the Delacours' room.

Breakfast was a happy affair. Hermione could see the happiness in both of her bond sister's eyes. She even had to remind Fleur not to stare at Harry a couple of times. Fred and George had noticed the staring and also made it a point to distract her on occasion. The conversation eventually turned to the previous night.

"Do you think Moody found Crouch or whoever attacked them?" Harry wondered.

"To bad we don't have Defense today," Hermione replied. "Or we could ask him."

"Let's go see him during our break after History."

History of Magic was never a fast moving class, and this class was slower than normal. Fortunately for Harry the happiness radiating over his bond with Fleur and Gabrielle made the time bearable since Hermione still refused to let him sleep.

Gabrielle had Herbology at the same time with the Ravenclaws. They were potting Puffapods and as they worked together around one of the benches.

"He told me last night," Gabrielle said to her two friends. "Arry told me 'e loved me."

"That's wonderful," Ginny replied not understanding the importance of what that meant.

"E gave me zis too," Gabrielle said lifting her wrist to show her friends the charm bracelet.

"That's nice," Luna said.

"So I know he calls you his Angel, but why the Hippogriff?"

"Oh..." Gabrielle said trying to come up with an answer. "Arry told me about riding one last year and he said he'd take me to ride one someday."

"I want to ride a Hippogriff," Luna said. "Will Harry take me too?"

"Uh..." Gabrielle hesitated. "Maybe, I guess."

"My father did an article on Veela last year," Luna said. "He said if they mate with their lovers under a full moon it causes their lovers to lose all of their hair. Will you be mating with Harry soon?"

The Puffapod Gabrielle had been working on flew five feet before landing. "Non, we will not be mating soon," She replied quietly after retrieving her wayward plant.

Luna smiled in a dreamy fashion. "When you do mate with him, don't do it under a full moon because I like Harry's hair. I can give you my lunar charts for the next year if it would help."

"Thanks but I really don't think I'll need eet."

"Oh. I guess you would have you own," Luna replied. "Will you bond with Harry before mating with him?"

"Wh…what do you mean?" Gabrielle asked barely holding onto her plant this time as she quickly looked around to see who else might have heard the question.

"Your love bond of course," Luna replied. "But I'm not sure Harry is the type of person to be tied to a stake while you dance naked around him forming the bond."

"Zat's not 'ow a Veela love bond is for…" Gabrielle started before stopping. "We should talk about something else."

'Okay," Luna continued dreamily, "Did you know that the Minister of Magic has an army of….."

As Luna continued talking about articles that had appeared in the Quibbler, Ginny couldn't help but remember how nervous Gabrielle had gotten when Luna mentioned the love bond. She decided she should find out more about it and how it might concern her new friend.

After History class was over, Harry and Hermione hurried to the Dark Arts classroom and found Professor Moody leaving it. He looked extremely tired. The eyelid of his normal eye was drooping, giving his face an even more lopsided appearance than usual.

"Professor Moody?" Harry called as they made their way toward him through the crowd.

"Hello Potter, Granger," growled Moody. His magical eye followed a couple of passing first years, who sped up, looking nervous; it rolled into the back of Moody's head and watched them around the corner before he spoke again.

"Come in here."

He stood back to let them into his empty classroom, limped in after them, and closed the door.

"Did you find him?" Harry asked without preamble. "Mr. Crouch?"

"No," Moody replied. He moved over to his desk and sat down. He then stretched out his wooden leg with a slight groan, and pulled out his hip flask.

"Did you use the map?" Harry asked.

"Of course," said Moody, taking a swig from his flask. "Took a leaf out of your book, Potter. Summoned it from my office into the forest. He wasn't anywhere on there."

"What do you think happened to him professor?"

"I don't know Potter. You said you saw what looked like the killing curse. It's possible he was killed, or someone might have wanted you to think he was killed. But Dumbledore's told me how you like to solve things on your own Potter, but there is nothing you can do in this case. Dumbledore's notified the Ministry and they will be taking over the search for him and whoever else might have been around. You need to keep your mind on the third task."

"What?" asked Harry. "Oh yeah . . ."

"Should be right up your street, this one," said Moody, looking up at Harry and scratching his scarred and stubbly chin. "From what Dumbledore's said, you've managed to get through stuff like this plenty of times. Broke your way through a series of obstacles guarding the Philosopher's Stone in your first year, didn't you?"

Harry looked at Hermione and remembered Ron and her by his side. "I had help sir."

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