Harry Potter: The Last Heiress of The White Family

After the final round of practice, Professor Chamberlain gave the classroom a charming yet pointed smile. His robe flared slightly as he paced the front, wand still held lightly between two fingers.

"Now, my dear little wizards and witches," he began, voice ringing with an affectionate finality, "we've reached the end of today's lesson. Before I dismiss you, I have an assignment for each of you. I want you to practice today's spell—the simplest charm one can learn—and by next week, I expect every one of you to have mastered it. Perfectly."

His eyes swept the class with a playful glint, though the firmness in his voice left no room for negotiation. "In the next class, I will be checking who has learned it and who has not. If all of you succeed, then—and only then—I will proceed to teach you something new."

He lifted a finger. "And remember, help each other. If one of your classmates struggles, show them how. But never—and I mean never—cast this spell too close to your own eyes, or anyone else's. It's a lighting charm, not a toy. You'll blind someone."

Several students shuffled awkwardly. A few groaned under their breath.

Professor Chamberlain chuckled. "Yes, yes, I see some of you looking like starved kittens. I know I've run over time. Off you go now. Lunchtime awaits!"

As students filed out of the classroom in chatty little groups, Marin caught up to Eira with his usual swagger.

"Let's go," he said casually, brushing a hand through his already-perfect hair. "Let's eat at the boys' Dorm Hall. It's more fun there."

Eira tilted her head. "Aren't girls not allowed in the boys' Dorm Hall? You lot certainly can't enter ours."

Marin shrugged. "Oh, girls can come and go as they please. Senior girls drop by all the time. They even sleep over sometimes—dating, you know? Happens all the time. No one's going to say anything."

"Oh Dating ," Eira muttered, half to herself.

Eira spoke again . "Well, that's interesting. I thought the Dorm rules were stricter. I heard that Hogwarts certainly doesn't allow students from other houses to enter other houses dorm halls ."

Marin turned to her and asked . "Anyway are you joining me for lunch ?"

Eira shook her head. "No, you go ahead. I think I'll take a walk. I need air more than I need food right now. That breakfast filled me up."

Marin gave her a casual wave. "Suit yourself, Snow," he said before strolling off.

Eira wandered into the gardens alone, her steps slow, thoughtful. The weather was mild, the kind of calm warmth that danced gently with the wind coming down from the distant mountains. The sunlight played between leaves, dappling the grass in gold. Magical creatures skittered across flowerbeds—tiny winged beasts, glowing beetles, something that looked suspiciously like a two-tailed squirrel hopping on lily pads.

She sighed contentedly. It was beautiful here. Not quite home, but peaceful.

Then came the voices.

Sharp and Angry female voices .

She turned toward the sound, drawn by the emotional crackle in the air, and slipped quietly among the trees toward the noise. In a narrow clearing near a hedge of rose-thorns, she found them.

Three older girls clearly sixth or seventh-years faced down a single student with silver-blonde hair that shimmered even in the shade.

Fleur Delacour.

One of the older girls snarled. "You bitch. Since the day you came, Sharon doesn't even look at me. We were friends—he's my childhood friend! But now he only sees you, that fucking face of yours!"

Fleur raised an elegant brow, her lips curling into a disdainful smile. "Do you really think I want anything to do with your little boyfriend?"

"He used to be mine!" the girl screamed. "He only looks at you because you're a Veela whore—he doesn't even speak to me anymore!"

Fleur's voice dipped into a venomous purr. "That's not my fault. Maybe if you weren't so hideous, he'd still glance your way. And honestly, I wouldn't even vomit on his face, let alone look at it—ugh, those yellow teeth make me sick just thinking about them."

The girl's wand was out in an instant.

"You have no right to say that about him!" she shouted, and without hesitation she cast a blinding spark—only for Fleur to flick her wand and block it with a sharp Protego.

Fleur's eyes narrowed. "You attacked me first. Cast another, and I'll bury you."

The other two girls raised their wands.

"Today we're going to teach you a lesson, you Veela bitch!" one spat.

They launched a barrage—cutting spells, fire bursts, even a curse meant to distort a person's face grotesquely.

Fleur was a storm.

She twisted and moved with lethal precision, blocking every spell with graceful ease. Then, with a snap of her wand, she cried, "Expelliarmus!" and one wand flew from a girl's hand.

Before she could recover, ropes shot from Fleur's wand, encasing her in a web of silken threads laced with invisible itching hexes. The girl screamed, scratching wildly as the ropes crawled over her skin.

Another girl launched a fire curse, but Fleur sidestepped and retaliated with a flick that sent a gust of magic slashing through her robes. Fabric tore, and the girl shrieked in horror, clutching at her exposed chest with flushed cheeks .

"You fucking whore!" she cried, covering herself.

Fleur coldly muttered a freezing charm and the girl dropped like a statue to the ground.

Only the leader remained.

She trembled but didn't back down. Her voice was shaking, but still venomous. "Don't get cocky, whore. The only reason your magic is strong is because of the filthy blood running in your veins. You're not human. You're a prostitute's child. A fucking Veela slut pretending to be one of us , you and your kind are all fucking prostitutes , you are all used for our lustful purposes, you fucking prostitute."

Fleur froze.

Her eyes blazed.

The wand snapped forward, casting spell after spell—freezing hexes, wind bursts, pain-inducing jolts. The girl staggered, hit, groaning in pain.

Eira couldn't stand it.

She stepped out from behind the tree and shouted, "That's enough, Fleur! She got what she deserved. If you keep going, you'll kill her."

Fleur stopped.

Her chest rose and fell. Her gaze burned with fury.

Then she turned and, seeing Eira, clicked her tongue and looked away, muttering something under her breath.

Eira knelt to check the girl. Still breathing. Badly bruised.

"Fleur," she said gently, "release them. You'll get into trouble."

"No," Fleur snapped. "They deserve this."

"Maybe. But you don't want to deal with their parents, or Madam Maxime."

After a long pause, Fleur sighed, muttering, "Fine. Only because I don't want my old man yelling at me."

She waved her wand, and the frozen girl thawed, the bound girl was released—still twitching and scratching.

"Take your bitch and get lost," Fleur growled. "And tell her I don't care about her bloody boyfriend."

The girls, pale and humiliated, gathered their injured leader.

"You'll pay for this," one spat, eyes gleaming with malice.

"I look forward to it," Fleur said with a wicked grin.

When they were gone, silence fell.

Then after a long silence Eira said, "You know, you were actually kind of cool."

Fleur burst into laughter. "That's what you're saying? After all that?"

"You were," Eira insisted. "Really cool. Not that I'd say it twice."

"You're funny," Fleur said. "Especially coming from a girl."

"I'm not just any girl."

"Sure, sure."

Eira rolled her eyes. "Come on, after all that, you must be hungry. Let's get lunch like yesterday ."

Fleur smiled, brushing dust from her sleeve. "Why not?"

As they walked toward the Ombrelune hall, Fleur said, "This happens every year. Last year, a boy tried to force himself on me. Obsessed little bastard. I broke his nose and his private area . In public. Nearly got expelled."

"What happened?"

"Madam Maxime and my father took care of it. You think they'll let me get kicked out?" she smirked.

"Of course not. You're rich. Even if you were expelled, you'd just transfer to Ilvermorny or Hogwarts."

"I don't want any school but Beauxbatons."

They reached the dining hall, and eyes turned to follow them.

Eira whispered, "Oops. Word's out already."

Fleur chuckled. "Gossip travels faster than owl post here."

As they gathered food and sat, Fleur gave her a side glance. "So, what were you doing out there in the garden?"

"Clearing my head," Eira replied. "Had a bit of a headache. Then I heard the shouting and… well, there you were."

"I felt your little eyes watching me and the girls ," Fleur teased. "Trying to sneak a peek like a white little bunny "

"Oh please," Eira scoffed. "So You knew I was there and started showing off."

"Well, one must impress the juniors."

Eira leaned in. "You'll have to teach me those spells. First-years don't get anything for defense and offense as far as I checked in the first grade curriculum ."

"I'll teach you," Fleur said with a wink. "You'll need it. With that face of yours, you'll attract wolves too. Let this big sister prepare you."

Eira laughed. "Sure, big sister."

They clinked goblets together and continued their lunch, ignoring the stares as whispers fluttered like feathers around the dining hall.