Roy waited patiently inside an empty classroom near the Charms corridor, hands behind his back, aura relaxed but sharp. A few minutes later, Fleur Delacour and Harry Potter arrived together, both confused but attentive.
Harry:"Roy? Why did you call us?"
Fleur:"Is something wrong?"
Roy didn't waste time. With a wave of his hand, the room shimmered and expanded—revealing a concealed illusionary space. High on the enchanted wall emerged the image of four massive shadows pacing in circles.
Dragons.
Harry's eyes widened.Fleur gasped and stepped closer, staring in disbelief.
Fleur:"Mon Dieu… The first task—?"
Roy nodded calmly."Yes. Dragons. Real ones. Deadly ones. And the task is to get past them."
Both Harry and Fleur froze.
Roy's Instructions — Confidence in His Pupils
Roy turned first to Harry.
"You're panicking," Roy said bluntly. "So listen: the task isn't about being the strongest—it's about using whatever you're already good at."
Harry blinked."What I'm good at…?"
Roy smirked."Exactly. You already know your answer. Use the thing you excel at better than almost anyone."
Harry stared at him for a long moment… and slowly, it clicked.
Quidditch.
Roy leaned closer."Tell Ron about the dragons. Tell him the truth. I want him to know what's coming. Then go prepare."
Harry didn't understand Roy's reasoning—no one ever understood Roy's reasoning at first—but nodded and ran.
Harry Warns Ron — Then Leaves Him
Ron was in the common room, reading Rita's article for the fifteenth time and dying inside.
Harry:"Ron—first task is dragons."
Ron froze."D—dragons?"
Harry:"Yes. Real ones. Big ones. Fire-breathing ones."
Ron's soul left his body.
Harry didn't stay.
He simply clapped Ron's shoulder and walked out, thinking:
What am I good at? How can that help me…?
Still lost in thought, he made his way toward the Gryffindor Tower fireplace.
And then—Sirius appeared.
Harry Meets Sirius — Guidance From Someone Who Believes in Him
Sirius looked tired, scruffy, and very much like a man on the run—but his smile was genuine.
Sirius:"You look stressed, kid."
Harry told him everything—Roy, the dragons, the confusion.
Sirius listened closely.
Then he said the simplest thing:
"You're a flier, Harry. The best natural flier I've ever seen. You beat Malfoy on a broom first year. You saved people mid-match. You move like James."
Harry swallowed hard."So… I should fly?"
"Exactly," Sirius said. "Use what you're born for."
Then Sirius lifted his wand and taught Harry a spell—sharp, fast, perfect for distraction and maneuvering during flight.
Harry practiced it, the spell lighting the room like electric sparks.
Sirius grinned."You'll be brilliant."
Harry felt hope rise for the first time.
Back With Roy — Fleur's Training Begins
When Harry left, Roy turned to Fleur.
She looked nervous, but there was fire—Veela fire—in her eyes.
Fleur:"You said you would train me?"
Roy nodded."I will. You're talented, Fleur, but talent isn't enough against dragons. We're going to sharpen everything."
Fleur surprised him—throwing her arms around him in a sudden, tight hug.
"Merci, Roy. Truly."
Roy, stunned for half a second, awkwardly patted her back.
Grayfia, watching from the doorway, raised an eyebrow.
Then training began.
Roy's Training Regimen — Harsh, Fast, Effective
Roy assessed her spells with frightening accuracy.
Her fire spells? Too soft.
Her shields? Strong but not quick enough.
Her Veela magic? Powerful but unfocused.
Roy corrected everything.
He stood behind her, guiding her wand hand.
"I need precision, Fleur. Not just beauty."
He stepped back as Fleur cast again.
This time the spell tore through the illusionary dragon like a spear of light.
Roy smiled faintly."That's more like it."
Then came Veela training.
"You're not using your true aura," Roy said. "Veela magic isn't seduction—it's domination, intimidation, pressure. Control the battlefield with it."
Fleur inhaled sharply.She had never heard anyone describe it like that.
When she tried again—her aura exploded like a silver firestorm.
The temperature rose.Roy's cloak fluttered.Grayfia actually nodded in approval.
Fleur looked at Roy breathlessly.
Roy:"You are going to crush this task."
Fleur:"You truly think so?"
Roy:"I know so."
Her cheeks flushed—not from Veela magic—but from pride.
Harry is learning to fly like a predator, equipped with Sirius' spell.
Ron is panicking in a corner somewhere.
Fleur is training under Roy's personal guidance, her skills sharpening with every minute.
And the dragons?
They were waiting.