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“Mione’s the real next Dark Lord,” he murmured to Susan after swallowing.

“Dark Lady,” Susan corrected him.

“I’d be good at it,” Hermione said sniffily. “I’d be an excellent Dark Lady. Strict, but fair.”

“You let her join a gang and look at her now, dreams of ruling the world,” Theo said teasingly.

“She’d have to fight us for it,” Susan told Theo, throwing her arm over Harry’s shoulder. “The United Kingdom is only big enough for one ruler, and Harry called dibs.”

“Maybe we’ll take France,” Hermione told Theo thoughtfully. “I do enjoy their culture.”

“What’s the plan for today?” Ron asked, interrupting the building argument over which duo could take over a country quicker. Harry was certain it would be him and Susan, Hermione just lacked the not-caring that they both had when it came to laws and ethics. “Just gonna read in our Charms exams?”

“Nah, I’m skipping and taking a nap,” Harry said. “No real point in showing up to an exam I don’t have to take, is there?”

Hermione looked scandalized at that, but even she had to admit that Harry was just wasting his time showing up for the finals that he was exempt from.

Plus, Harry was tired. He had to be up extra early this morning to make sure Barty followed orders and made the trophy a portkey.

“Make sure you get plenty of rest,” Susan lectured him; but, just then, Snape came walking up to their group.

“Harry, the champions are meeting in the chamber off the Hall after breakfast,” he said.

“But the task isn’t until tonight!” Draco cried. “You can’t take Harry away yet!”

“Nobody is stealing Harry,” Snape rolled his eyes, missing the edgy looks a few of Harry’s friends exchanged at that. “The champions families have came to spend the day with their champion before staying to watch the task this afternoon.”

“But...” Harry blinked up at Snape in confusion, “I don’t have any family?”

Snape sighed heavily at him.

“I think you will find that family is more than those that share bloodlines,” he said, not unkindly. “Come along, it would be rude to keep them waiting for you.”

Harry shared a bewildered look with Theo, but obediently got to his feet.

“It would be really messed up if you took me in the room and everyone laughed at me because I don’t have any family,” Harry murmured to Snape as they followed behind Fleur to the same room they’d went in the night they were chosen as champions.

“I am offended you believe me capable of such cruelty,” Snape said. “I assure you- you have a family waiting for you.”

“If it’s the Dursley’s then I’ll kill them in front of everyone,” Harry hissed when Snape opened the door for him.

“And I would assist you,” Snape told him. “Go. I regret that I will be unable to join you, as I will be busy failing your misfits on their exams, but I will see you this evening.”

Harry nodded absently as he took a few steps in and saw Fleur with her sister and the people he was confident were her parents... Viktor and his father both speaking in low tones in one corner of the room... Diggory and the people Harry assumed were his parents, and...

“Surprise!”

And Molly Weasley, Bill Weasley, Sirius, Lupin, Amelia Bones, the Contessa, and a woman with dark, straight, black hair and heavy hooded eyes that Harry didn’t know.

“What?” Harry blinked very rapidly at them all. “What... what are you guys doing here?”

“You believe I would miss the chance to spend the day with my Meraviglia?” the Contessa cried before swooping on Harry and kissing both of his cheeks. “My dearest, never!”

“Darling,” the woman Harry didn’t know also swept Harry in a hug and kissed his cheek. “Cissa darling, but call my Aunt Andy for today,” she whispered.

“And we might be family one day, eh?” Bill grinned at him after Cissa released him, thankfully not hugging him despite his curious remark.

A restraint against hugging that his mom didn’t have.

“You poor dear,” she hugged him tightly, too tightly. “You must be so worried about tonight!”

“Er, no,” Harry admitted truthfully. “Just... just a bit surprised to see you all I suppose.”

“As if I’d miss the day to terrorize Hogwarts again!” Sirius cried, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “C’mon Pup! Introduce us to your friends.”

“Especially your lady friends,” Bill winked at him with a pointed glance towards Fleur...

... who was staring at Bill with a blatant curiosity that Harry had never seen the girl display before.

“If you say one nasty word to Fleur then I’ll remove your vocal chords,” Harry whispered to Bill as the odd group followed Harry towards Fleur’s family.

“I am a gentleman Harry Potter,” Bill said indignantly. “And you are a scrawny fourteen year old, I could take you.”

Harry gave Bill an incredulous look at that, but said no more about it as Fleur ran up to them.

“‘Arry!” Fleur cried, kissing his cheek. “I would like you to meet my family. Gabrielle you know,” Gabrielle gave Harry a shy smile and a surprisingly tight hug.

Was everyone going to fuckin’ hug him today?!

“And my papa, Monsieur Delacour,” Fleur’s father, a short but jolly looking man, shook Harry’s hand.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he said smoothly. “I have heard zat we are allies, ze House of Potter and Delacour.”

Harry ignored the shocked faces of his group as he begrudgingly shook the man’s hand.

“Suppose so,” he smiled, ‘charmingly’.

“And my mama, Apolline Delacour.”

Fleur’s mother, a tall and stunningly beautiful woman, kissed both of Harry’s cheeks and beamed at him.

“You are a ‘ero ‘Arry Potter,” she whispered throatily. “I am grateful.”

Harry felt his face heat up but was saved responding to that uncomfortable comment by Fleur’s father.

“Introduce us to your family, Harry!” he said cheerfully.

“Er...” Harry glanced at the group surround him. “This is the Contessa of Italy, Juliana Zabini-“

“Charmed,” the Contessa smiled brightly.

“My godfather, Sirius Black-“

“Aah, we have heard of you,” Monsieur Delacour say merrily.

“-his partner, Remus Lupin. My... aunt Andy,” Harry said slowly, not entirely sure who Cissa was imitating.

“Sirius’ cousin,” Cissa smiled, clueing Harry in to her identity as her own sister apparently.

“And this is Molly and Bill Weasley, uh...”

“Harry’s future brother in law,” Bill grinned before stooping his head low to kiss Fleur’s hand. “Delightful to meet you,” he winked, causing Fleur to giggle.

Which was weird.

“Harry’s boyfriend is my son,” Molly said with a warm smile. “It’s lovely to meet you all.”

“And you all came to support ‘Arry?” Fleur’s mom asked. “‘Ow wonderful! I told Fleur we would cheer for ‘er ze loudest and our ‘Arry ze second loudest.”

Harry honestly was starting to wonder if he was still asleep and this was some weird potion induced dream. He had no bloody idea what was even going on.

... but apparently they were all going on a tour together of Hogwarts.

“Ve vill meet you at lunch?” Viktor asked after introducing his father. “My father vants to speak vith Karkaroff.”

“‘Kay,” Harry shrugged.

Harry’s now, even larger, group made their way back toward the door into the Great Hall. As they passed Diggory, his father looked around.

“There you are, are you?” he said, looking Harry up and down. “Bet you’re not feeling quite as full of yourself now Cedric’s caught you up on points, are you?”

“What the fuck?” Harry laughed, ignoring Molly and the Contessa’s quiet clucks of disapproval at his language. “I’m in first?”

“Ignore him,” said Diggory in a low voice to Harry, frowning after his father. “He’s been angry ever since Rita Skeeter’s article about the Triwizard Tournament — you know, when she made out you were the only Hogwarts champion.”

“Didn’t bother to correct her, though, did he?” said Diggory’s father, loudly enough for Harry to hear as he started to walk out of the door with the Contessa and ‘Aunt Andy’. “Still... you’ll show him, Ced. Beaten him once before, haven’t you?”

“Did you correct her?” Sirius demanded, fixing a dark look on Diggory’s father. “You could have. Why’s it Harry’s problem? Huh?”

“Come along my darling,” the Contessa wrapped her arm around Harry’s shoulder. “Ignore the opinions of those who do not shine as brightly as you.”

Sirius chuckled and eyed the Contessa appreciatively.

“Harry does shine brightly, doesn’t he? I tried to get his father to name him Aries, but he wouldn’t do it. He said star names are a lame tradition.”

“They are,” Cissa said. “A terribly tacky tradition.”

“Not as bad as Sirius’ tacky jacket,” Bill laughed.

“Sirius’ jacket is brill,” Harry scowled.

“Bill’s just jealous Pup,” Sirius winked. “C’mon, show us those Skrewts you’re obsessed with.”