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Sebastian Delacour was a level headed man, known for keeping his nerve under any form of pressure in in the French wizarding society. But at the moment if any one spied upon the man they could see him fidgeting on his study chair and a thin coating of sweat on his forehead. The reason for this was the man or rather the teenage boy sitting in front of him. There was not a speck emotion in the Avada Kadavada green eyes of him; and it seemed as if they could peer into the darkest corner of his mind. Sebastian Delacour took pride in reading the faces of others and for him it was very uncomfortable to see a face void of any emotion. The French head of Department for Magical Justice (similar to DMLE of England) sipped his scotch before speaking.
"I'm sure you know ze real reason why I contacted you?"
The boy continued to stare at him and to his embarrassment, Sebastian found himself unable to continue to gaze on the boy's emotionless eyes. It was like staring into the eyes of a dead person, unfeeling and void of warmth. Then the boy blinked and nodded and the head of DMJ found himself releasing the breath he's been inadvertently holding.
"It 'as been only a couple of month as I 'ave assumed my responsibility as ze head of ze DMJ and already I 'ave received a dozen death threats form ze pureblood bigots of the French wizarding society because of my stance of not tolerating any form of bigotry and now I find myself surrounded by ze blood purists in our government attempting to remove the biggest obstacle in their path of fanaticism. They find me more abhorrent than any previous head of DMJ cause I'm ze first person in ze history of French government who's married to a half-veela and the blood fanatics are screaming their heads off for my removal ever since my appointment. Form their perspective my wife is a creature not even a human and to see a man married to such a creature championing for intolerance of any kind of injustice upon Veela, Goblin, Centaur or Werewolves is not something they will abide. They can't harm me politically for I 'ave support of ze majority of ze parliament plus ze French population 'as been thankfully freed itself from the racial bigots during the days of ze revolution and I'm not afraid of them attempting to murder me. But I'm afraid for my family"
Still the boy showed no emotion on his face but Sebastian could fathom that the boy was interested in his story.
"And after receiving dozens of death threats finally couple of days ago there was an attempt on my life in my vila. That cost me three aurors and seven of the house staffs." After pausing a few moments to remember the bloody carnage on his vila Sebastian continued, "Thank Merlin that my darling wife and daughters were in Paris for shopping, otherwise I fear you would be speaking to a widower now. The blood fanatics are a few in number and 'ave few in following but they are powerful. They are all powerful men form renowned nobble families with very powerful connections. They can deny as much as they like but I 'ave no doubt that they were behind ze planning of ze attack."
"So this is where I'm needed" spoke the boy. Hearing the boy speak Sebastian could not suppress the shudder anymore. The voice was even colder, toneless and utterly emotionless that the face.
"Yes. I will be totally honest with you that I'm not so afraid for my family anymore after an increase in security after ze attack accept for my eldest daughter Fleur. If ICW hadn't restarted ze Triwizard Tournament with ze bastards in English Department of International Magical Cooperation, then you would not be needed. Ze tournament will be held in ze Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Fleur is adamant to go and participate. I 'ave more than enough means of protecting my family 'ere but that protection is limited in to my daughter once she's out of the country."
"Simply convince your daughter of the risks of the tournament so that she doesn't go"
At last Sebastian could smile at his guest.
"My eldest is ze spitting image of my darling Apolline in 'er beauty and most importantly in 'er temper and stubbornness. I afraid any form of persuasion or insinuation I might make to 'er about not going will be met with …. Let's say unpleasant temper."
The boy just shrugged and the silence continued.
"So, well, I 'ave confirmed your credentials and I must say that I'm very much impressed. But I must inquire about the matter about how a boy at you age could bring down such powerful creatures and dark wizard"
"I was and am much better"
Sebastian continued to look at the boy hoping that the boy might say more about the matter but soon it was apparent that that was all the boy was going say and he realized that those words were going to be the only explanation he was getting form the boy.
"Very well" halting before what was Sebastian hoping would be the last part of this conversation, "You now see the trouble I'm facing. I always took pride on being a man capable to protecting his family no matter what. But I'm afraid this time ze resources I 'ave outside France's border is not adequate to protect my daughter form the blood fanatics."
The boy nodded before saying," England has its own blood purists and I'm afraid they are more powerful and resourceful than those of the French."
"And no doubt you are aware what they can unleash once they get a free reign"
Another nod was all that offered.
"It's my hope" Sebastian continued after taking another sip of his scotch, "That we can come into an accord about, a contract it you will about protecting my daughter from any kind of threat on her trip to hogwarts and back. You will be rewards for your efforts handsomely from my own coffers.
"And what about the public? Should they not shun your choice of appointing a body guard with your daughter? After all the public is always fickle about their opinion."
Sebastian marveled about the accurate description of the possible reaction from the public.
"I would gladly accept any form of criticism or suffer through the public reaction for my family"
"Then you are a better father than most", a gesture of respect for the first time from the boy since the conversation started. Sebastian hopped now that the deal might come through after all.
"But," the boy became totally business like in his tone, "I've only one condition, a promise from you before I accept this mission."
"You can have the money as soon as you accept the- "
Sebastian halted as his guest raised a hand to stop him in his track. Were it anyone else daring to halt him like this, no matter magical or not he would assume arrogance but from this boy the gesture contained only confidence in his power and ability. Ad if nothing in the world would stop him from his mission.
"Then a promise of what?"
For the first time a smirk could be seen on the boy's face but it was full of untold cruelty.
"A promise that I'm free to use whatever it would be needed to completely destroy anyone who would pose a threat to your daughter's safety and honor."