Neville went to bed happy that evening. He liked spending time with Harry and Hermione. The past week had been amazing.
He wasn't sure what to think of Ron who seemed like he would rather be anywhere else, but he guessed that wasn't actually his problem as long as he was inclusive.
29th of November, 1994.
"Could I have a word with you, Professor?" Harry asked Professor McGonagall after Transfiguration.
"Certainly Mr Potter," McGonagall said. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I would like to know if it is possible for me to drop out of Divination?" Harry asked. "To be frank I simply don't feel like the subject is giving me anything.
I'm no seer and I never will be. I would like to focus that time on something more worthwhile like any of my other subjects."
Minerva McGonagall watched her student for a moment. She had noticed a clear improvement in his work over the past week or so. Would it be a bad idea to give him a pass from Divination?
She certainly didn't feel that way. She found the subject to be utter rubbish, though she would never say that out loud. It was still fairly well-known how she felt about it. "If I do this," she said.
"I want to see even more improvement in your work and I want to hear the same from the other professors."
Harry nodded. "That sounds reasonable," he said. "I will do my best."
Minerva gave him a rare smile. "Then I will inform Professor Trelawney that you will no longer be taking her class," she said. "Have a good day Mr Potter.
"And a good day to you too Professor McGonagall," Harry said. He headed out of her classroom and caught up with Hermione and Neville.
"What did she say?" Hermione asked.
"She said I can go right ahead and stop going to Divination, but she wanted to see a continued improvement in my other subjects," Harry said.
"That is great," Hermione said.
After charms, Hermione headed to Ancient Runes while Neville and Harry went outside. Neville was going to help Professor Sprout with something, and Harry was going to see Fleur.
He knocked on the door to the carriage and a young man opened it. He spoke French and Harry did not understand one bit of it.
"I'm sorry I don't speak French," Harry said. "I'm here to see Mademoiselle Delacour."
The young man walked back into the carriage and closed the door. Harry wondered if he would have to break in when the door opened again and it was Fleur.
"Bonjour 'Arry," she said as she stepped aside so he could come in.
"Good afternoon, Fleur," Harry responded.
"Oh, Fleur why are you taking that little boy with you to your room again? One could get the impression that you like them young," a woman told Fleur in French so Harry didn't understand.
Fleur turned to the young woman that had spoken. "What we do is none of your business," she responded.
"You are the one with your mind in the gutter if that is all you can think about."
Harry sat down in Fleur's loveseat after he'd entered her room.
"Lucille needs to learn to mind 'er own business," Fleur said as she joined him.
"If she bugs you then don't listen to her," Harry said.
"I wish it was that easy," Fleur said. "Our mères are friends. We 'ave known each other for ages. She is envious because I am Veela and she is not."
"A rather foolish thing to be envious of," Harry said. "It's not like you can help it."
Fleur nodded. "You and I understand that but many others choose not to," she said. "The allure is tough to control.
I worry for my little sister Gabrielle. She is just eight and 'as all of that ahead of 'er. I wish there was something I could do to 'elp 'er."
Harry nodded slowly. He didn't have any family as such, but he was trying his hardest to help Neville right now so he guessed he understood her a little at least.
"At least she will have you," Harry said.
"But I cannot be there to 'elp her in school when this 'appens," Fleur said. "Just like you cannot tell when puberty will start, you cannot tell when the allure will begin to run wild."
She sighed. "I 'ad a rough time and that was despite the teachers knowing that I was part Veela."
Harry wasn't sure what to say. If he could help her, then he would certainly try. He didn't know how though.
"Why don't you drop the glamour?" Fleur asked. "Not that I mind, but I figure it would be more comfortable for you."
"I don't have any clothes that fit me without the glamour," Harry said. He realised just after he had spoken that he should probably just have kept his mouth shut.
"Quoi! We need to do something about that," Fleur said.
"This weekend, but we need to go to Diagon Alley because I need to go to the bank," Harry said. "I just don't know how to get there."
"I can apparate us," Fleur said.
"You have been there?" Harry asked.
"Oui, once. I'll go by myself during the week to make sure. Otherwise, I'll ask someone for 'elp," Fleur said.
Harry smiled. "That sounds great," he said. He tapped the silver-grey armrest of the loveseat with his fingers. "I don't care about this tournament you know," he said. "I don't want to win. I don't need it."
"I can understand why," Fleur said.
"I should let the others know," Harry said.
"Oui, we should talk with them," Fleur said.
"After we have figured out what the egg wants with us," Harry said. "Even if they haven't figured it out. I just want to know before we meet."
"We should just let them know we want to meet up once everyone 'as figured it out," Fleur said.