Unexpected

Chapter Eighty: Mystery

You can't change everything.

The words rang through Harry's mind as he made ate breakfast the next morning, eying his omelet warily. He hadn't been able to sleep last night, repeating the incident with the Topfer brothers and the letter in his head again and again, trying to make sense of what was happening. 

Harry wondered where the Topfer brothers were heading to. He wondered what the letter meant and who had put it in his trunk. Dozens of questions racked his brain, preventing him from having a good night's sleep or even a bit of rest, for that matter.

Harry doubted that Fleur slept last night either. He'd noticed her shuffling around in their bed, casting him worried glances when she thought that he wasn't looking. At around five am, when he'd tried acting as though he were asleep so that she could rest, Fleur had kissed the top of his head and said, 

"I know that you're not asleep Harry. If you don't feel like sleeping, why don't you have a good long shower and then change into some comfortable clothes? We'll try figuring out what the letter meant later on. Go, get up. I'll get the hot water running."

He'd nodded, opening his eyes to peck his girlfriend's lips one more time, before going to pick out an outfit for the day.

As suggested by Fleur, Harry had bathed for almost an hour, repeating all the incidents in his head and trying to figure out what they meant. At around six fifteen, he'd climbed out of his shower, changing into his clothes absentmindedly as he waited for Fleur to bathe.

They'd got ready by seven and then spent rest of their time trying to figure out what the letter meant and who could've put it in his trunk. Unfortunately, neither of them could come up with a good reason and had headed towards breakfast, hand in hand.

What a wonderful day to start your morning.

"You're awfully quiet this morning," James commented, bringing Harry back to reality. He pointed his spoon in Fleur and Harry's direction, before raising an very cocky eyebrow. "Lover's spat?"

Fleur rolled her eyes, adding some salt to her breakfast. "No James, your hallucinating or something." She snapped, squeezing Harry's hand from under the table.

Lily shook her head, looking up from her apple pie. "No, for once, James is right," She said, looking serious. "Is everything alright? You don't look too good. And the Topfer brothers haven't shown up for breakfast either."

It was true, Blaec and Jacques hadn't come up for breakfast, Jacques claiming that Blaec was not feeling well and needed to rest. Harry doubted it was the truth.

"We weren't able to have much sleep last night,' Fleur said, giving Lily a small smile. "I mean," She added hastily, seeing James and Sirius's growing smirks, "Harry wasn't feeling very well. We woke up early today."

Lily nodded, shooting James a glare. "I'm sure that I understand. Anyone who has other theories should shut up and leave." She said, casting James a pointed look.

James rolled his eyes, going back to talking with Remus about the latest Quidditch news. Harry poked around with his breakfast, tuning out Lily and Fleur's conversation as he thought about the letter he'd received.

It was time to solve a little mystery.