Ch 1: An Old Adventure
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Paris, the city of love, the only love Harry was getting at the moment was from his cousin Dudley, he was pounding on to Harry his right shoulder. His aunt the red head and his pig like uncle turned blind eyes every time this happened. They didn't care about him in the first place.
From what Harry heard, his parents died while driving drunk, giving him the scar that was on his forehead. Harry didn't believe the Dursleys but didn't press on again, since the time he denied that they were bad people the Dursley grounded him and locked him in the cupboard. And only let him out too prepare the meals. While Harry went a week without food.
Harry was left at Dursleys doorsteps. Harry has been working like a slave for the past four years. They despised him down to their hearts. Why they took him in puzzled him. They could have sent him to an orphanage and had been done with him.
They came to Paris for one reason to brag to their neighbors. The Dursleys were sick and tired of listening to all their neighbors brag about all the places they traveled to. Paris was the only great city that their neighbors didn't ever go to. The Dursleys even took Harry this time along. Since outside of the house, they were a loving and caring family in front of everyone. Harry was sick to his stomach. The nice family was far from it. Harry was the black sheep of the family; he rude, mean and gets into trouble.
They were all lies.
"Boy! If you don't hurry up there will be no dinner for you again!" Vernon threatened loudly because they were in Paris they had little chance of meeting anyone that spoke English here. That's why Harry hated this place. At least in London, he didn't need to deal with them outside.
"I'm coming." Harry reluctantly mumbled dragging his feet over his oversize clothes which made it more troublesome to move. The clothes were hand me down from Dudley. So big that Harry had to tie and fold parts of the shirt and roll up his pants up to make it even possible to move without tripping.
Harry, the raven hair boy with green eyes who was about five years old but looked to be three was in his oversize clothes was order to follow but at a twenty pace radius away from them. Not wanting to deal with him. The Dursleys could have left him at the hotel but knew it was too good for him.
Harry deep down hoped that one day someone would come for him; so they can take him away from the Dursleys once and for all. To somewhere he was loved and cared for.
Harry stopped when someone bumped into him. The person spoke in French, "Desole."
Harry turned his attention back to the Dursleys. They were nowhere in sight. He needed to find them quickly or he wouldn't eat tonight. Harry turned his head left and right but it did no good. Harry couldn't see them or anything at all. The crowd was blocking his view.
His heart raced, beating faster and faster. A smile grew across his face. He was finally free from them. He would never return need to return to that dreadful place ever again.
The city of Paris brightened up with each step Harry took, walking off with not a clue in his mind what to do next. The Dursleys won't miss him; they would be more then cheerful so there was no chance they would look for him at all.
Harry's walk took him to a windows of the shop, he watched one bakers tossing up dough into the air, to spin it. There was no time to stop at one spot, tons and tons of things to see and experiences.
Walking for a few minutes, Harry soon loved Paris. Unlike where he lived, it was more lively and cheerful. The people were happy here shopping out with their families, picnics in the park, and friends to play with but this one girl he spotted by the fountain wasn't.
Her silver blond hair covered most of her face, so you couldn't see her rubbing her eyes but the tears that dripped down her cheeks. Harry felt a sense to help her thinking she was abandon to, but he knew that he was in no position to help. He still needed to get as far away from here as possible. Knowing the Dursleys, they would file a report to make them look good. Thankfully, they were in no rush. Why waste time on a freak?
Harry when he walked pass her, stole glace before continuing forward, he looked back feeling regret, he could take her with him he thought. Harry ran back to her, stopping a few steps away.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked now feeling hopeless. Of course she couldn't understand him she might not understand English. He was more happy then startled when a response came.
"My mom-" Harry nodded; he didn't need to know more. She was separated from her mom. Harry taking hold of her hand, he led the way through the mass of people that crowded the streets.
Harry would point and say, "Mom." The girl would shake her head. Before being dragged to the next person and then the next.
The two searched for hours. They sat at the edge of the fountain where they first met. Harry was disappointed that he couldn't find the girl's mom. Maybe she was abandon like Harry, he looked a bit down, he disappointed that they couldn't find her mother.
A brief moment passed before Harry felt a tug of his sleeved. He turned his attention to girl, who was eagerly pointing at someone. He spotted someone he believed to be her mom.
They had found her mother. The little girl ran toward her mother but stopped to run back. She tightly hugged Harry who was startled not use to this sort of affection he didn't know what to do. The girl parts slowly and smiled once last time to Harry, she wiped away tears. She knew this might be the last chance she'll ever see her new friend. She didn't even get to know his name.
"Merci," She whispered leaving but not before one last hug. This time with Harry arms wrapped around her.
Harry guessed merci meant thank you or something close to it, he waved good-bye to her. The girl turned to leave running to her mom. She couldn't hear what her mother was saying over the horn.
Harry ran toward her. The only thing in his mind was to save her. He wanted it so badly to save her. To save her was his only thought. A strange feeling of being squeezed into a tube to get blasted out next to the girl Harry pushed her away.
The girl's mom shrieked her hand cover her mouth. Harry lies on the street, blood splashed on his glasses. He was able to push the girl out of the way. Saving her but not himself.
Harry felt light. He couldn't see what was going on with his eyes closed but hear screams changing to cheers. Opening his eyes, he was high in the sky. Harry looked around noticing he was dressed in some kind of red robe with a lion symbol on it.
"Today Quidditch match: Gryffindor versus Slytherin." He heard throughout the oval shaped stadium. Spotting a flicker of something gold he felt this urge to go catch it. A guy dressed in green with a snake symbol tailed him. Both parties raced to seize the Golden Snitch. Whoever grabbed it first would gain their team one hundred and fifty points and end the game. How did he know this?
Harry and his opponent were neck and neck. The gold ball with tiny wings was heading toward the wall that held a stand of seats for the spectators. It quickly became a game of chicken, looking at each other a couple times to see if the other would give. The boy dressed in green pushed away just giving himself enough space from the wall but not Harry. The golden ball flew up along the wall, so Harry pulled up, using his feet to walk up the wall until he could get a good grip and soar into the sky right after it. Harry felt so free up in the sky the feeling of not being burden by anyone.
Now above the stadium, the snitch was just out of his grasp, and his broom wouldn't go any faster. Harry took his hand off the broom. Mounting his feet in the little space his broom provided, he stretched his hand out he was forced to jump. One hand caught on to the snitch the other grabbed on to his broom.
The crowd cheered chanting his name, "Harry! Harry! Harry!"
Opening his eyes, Harry looked around. He had a change of clothes at end of his bed. Next to him, the same girl he saved was asleep next to him in a chair. He wanted to get up. But pain rushed to his head the moment he tried. His left hand went to his forehead. There were bandages wrapped around his forehead.
The door opened welcoming a man he was in his mid-twenties. Wore a dark green robe, had black hair unlike Harry's was all combed and straightened down.
"I'm glad to see you're awake, Harry," The same man who came in spoke soft and kindly, he wore a nice smile.
"You know me?" Harry asked looking at the man, hoping to be able to tell if he knew the person that stood before him.
"My name is Leon Delacour, Fleur's father." Leon pointed to his daughter. "Let me begin by saying thank you. If it wasn't for you, Fleur would have been seriously hurt or worst." He gave Harry a deep bow.
Embarrassed, Harry didn't know what to say. He was never thanked or praised for his efforts. Leon caught Harry's attention when he pulled out a stick from his robe. With a few flicks, a chair appeared right before him. "How did you do that?" Harry asked, never had Harry seen anything like what happen but on TV when magicians were put to the test.
"Do what? Oh, you mean the spell," Leon replied. Harry made it sound like he didn't know what magic was. Surely that wasn't the case.
"Spell?" Harry muttered the word in question.
"I'm a wizard like you." Leon explained placing the wand into Harry's hand.
"But I can't be I'm just a freak." Harry gave Leon back his wand, he didn't feel right holding onto something so valuable.
Leon looked eyes widen. "Who told you that?"
"The Dursleys did." Harry stated, he looked towards the end of his bed not meeting Leon eyes.
"What makes my word less than theirs, Harry?" Leon said his name in a tone he couldn't believe to be possible. It was so warm and acknowledge like he was someone. "Had anything strange ever happen to you before?"
Harry didn't answer, he was thinking about his life. There was that one time at school but he didn't want to talk about it. He somehow wounded onto the school rooftop. The next day Dudley and his gang had to beat Harry with twice the kicks and punches to his stomach. Harry vomited his lunch up. Dudley and his gang were careful not to leave any marks behind.
"I was running on the sidewalk then pop up onto the school rooftop." Harry left out why he was running. He was scared. What happen if the Dursleys found out he told someone what happen.
"You apparted, it's a sort of way to travel long to short distances for wizards and witches." Leon patiently explained making sure Harry followed. Before asking a question of his own. "What else did these Dursleys tell you?"
Harry clamed up when Leon spoke the word Dursley in a venom tone. He could trust Leon remembering how nice and kind Lean been to him. "They said my parents died in a car accident drunk and gave me this scar." Harry hand moved the bangs that covered his forehead to show Leon the lightning bolt scar, the scar that of so many people knew and saw as a beckon of hope when times were dark.
The look Leon gave to Harry scar made Harry think, he had did something wrong. "I 'm sorry I shouldn't have-"
"No, it's that…"Leon got up from the chair, walking towards the window. His eyes looked up towards the clouds. He took a deep breath before facing Harry again. A hand rested on Harry shoulder. Leon was at eye level with Harry.
Harry puzzled as he was knew that look. Leon was about to say something that was tough to say in words.
"Yes, Harry your parents did die." Leon stared into Harry eyes. How can you tell someone something like this? Even especially for a kid their parents have died. Leon took Harry in for a hug, the boy was strong but tears have a way of escaping even the coldest person.
Harry never cried when the Dursleys told him his parents were dead. Hope kept him. Hoping that they were alive and well searching for him but why now. Did it seem more believable or was it because he could find let it all come out.
Leon was patient but he knew, he had to press on. "Harry, if you aren't up to it. We can talk about this another time…"
"I …" Harry closed his mouth. Did he need to know? After all this time than when if not now. He opened his mouth. "Need to know."
Slowly their truly is no other way then to say it. Leon heeds this advice. "There was a very bad man his name so fierce that few call him by his name. Many call him he-who-must-not-be-name but to all we all know his name he is…" Leon paused, taking in one long breath.
"Voldemort."
Leon stopped to watch his daughter, she slept so peacefully. It was the least Leon could do was to explain to Harry what happen. "Your parents died saving you. It is a mystery how but you survived belief to have Voldemort own curse reflecting back right at him. This left you with only a scar."
Harry was silent for a moment. This was a lot to take in. He wasn't sad but happy. Unlike what the Dursley's told about his parents they were great people. They died protecting him. Harry was proud to be their son.
"Harry, you are quite famous in the wizard world for vanquishing Voldemort. They call you the boy-who-lived." Leon stopped to take a break it was a lot to say.
Fleur was being to stir waking up, she shouted. "'Arry!" Fleur gave Harry a bone crushing hug.
"Ow." The hug was painful, Harry felt like his ribs had cracked but he didn't mind it too much. The same warm feeling Harry felt from Leon was the same warmth he felt from Fleur hug.
"Fleur, Harry, he still injured, so be careful." Fleur genteelly as possible unwraps her arm from Harry. She was reluctant to let go. Fleur had thought she had lost Harry.
"Harry, we been meaning to ask this for some time. Do you have any way to contact your guardians? They must be worried sick," Leon said not realizing the Dursleys were the guardians.
Harry face turned pale as he gripped the bed sheets, "Guess this was too good to be true."
Leon noticed Harry reaction. "Fleur, can you go with mommy and get us lunch?" She nodded rushing out to find her mom. With the flick of his wand, the door closed and just to be safe he casted a silence charm. No one could hear them now. Lean slowly and carefully asked. "Harry have you ever been beaten before?"
The boy nodded before asking, "Are you going to send me back?"
"Of course not!" If it wasn't for the silence spell. You would think a small explosion happened with the loud voice, Leon nice personality couldn't possess.
The door abruptly opened, and Fleur ran in with her mom behind her carrying a basket. Fleur ran over with a crepe so eager to feed her new friend Harry she forgot her own. Not wanting to leave her out, Harry split half with her.
Leon decided to use this chance to slip away with meeting his wife out in the hallway. Closing the door shut but with enough space to watch the two. "What do you think about Harry?"
"'E seems like a nice boy, and Fleur likes 'im. I 'ave never seen 'er so 'appy around anyone but us." Apolline observed the two children and smiled as they laughed. There was cream on Harry noses.
"I was thinking about adopting him," Leon said. His wife raised her eyebrow in surprises; she soon nodded because now she knew their assumption were right. The doctor had said there were bruises that were caused before the accident, and they first thought abuse.
"Moi a mother of zree." Appolline was now a mother of three children.
Leon kissed his wife cheek before walking back in with her. "Harry, would you like to live with us? To put it more plainly would you like us to adopt you?"
Harry's eyes widened with surprise. The thing he had always wanted was for someone to come and rescue him from the Dursleys. Now was his chance to a life he could never have. He nodded in approval. Fleur hugged him. "Ow." She had forgotten again he was still injured.
"So is ze my big or little brozer?" Fleur asked curious.
"I'm four years old," Harry stated.
"That settles it. Younger, since you just turn six Fleur," Leon replied happy that Harry was going to be part of his family, no their family. He corrected himself.
A few days later had pasted. Harry was all good to go. Leon had come to pick him up. They were going home.
"Do you have everything?" Leon asked before they left the hospital. Today, Harry was checking out.
"Umm yeah," Harry replied. They stepped out of the hospital. He was amazed by the sight before him. He was in the Wizard World now. Stores filled with things he never seen or heard of all seem awesomely amazing.
They walked out of town stopping from time to time. Harry was curious one. On top of a hill that was pretty barren. Other than an old shoe that laid there. Leon picked it up. "Harry, reach your hand out."
Harry eyed it suspiciously. The instant he touched it, his surroundings change causing him to lose his balance and tumble on to the grass.
Leon gave Harry a hand, helping him up, "It's best not to think too much when you use a portkey."
"A portkey?" Harry asked looking at the shoe that was just a shoe and at the same time it wasn't.
"A portkey is an object used to get somewhere far away and fast. It is left in the open. Usually something that doesn't attract Muggles attention," Leon explained then added on he knew what Harry was going to ask next. "A Muggle is a person who can't use magic." Leon looked at his silver pocket watch. "Come on we'll have plenty of time to talk later."
From the top of the hill, Harry sights were directed to a house. It was the only house he could see for miles away. Leon explained to him that was his new home. Getting closer, Harry realized he was wrong. It wasn't a house but a mansion. Gates surrounded the house, in front had a garden in it a marble fountain which blocked the front door.
The front door opened to reveal Fleur. She ran at them. By her reaction anyone could see it was for Harry. She dragged him inside.
"Mom, 'Arry 'ere." Her mom rushed over to hug Harry and planted two kisses on both sides of his cheeks.
Harry blushed, he was embarrassed because of Fleur's mom, and she was the first person who had shown him any affection. Well their mom now.
Fleur spoke in French with her mom before telling Harry to come. They went upstairs the house was grand nothing like compare to the Dursleys house on Privet Drive. Walls with painting of places around the world, chandlers hang in every room. The house seems to have an endless amount of rooms.
Appolline watched her new son and her daughter go up the stairs. She only looked away once she heard her youngest daughter crying for attention. She was three-years-old. Like her sister, she had silver blonde hair and matching blue eyes. She knew she would love them all equally. This gave her comfort, taking in her youngest child up from the crib.
Upstairs down a hall they passed by a room with tons of books. Inside the room from the doorway, Harry stopped to notice this creature. It was small had flap ears and big eyes size about his fist. It was busy cleaning the room.
"'Arry." Snapping out of his thoughts he ran to catch up to Fleur.
Fleur was in front of a door, she tapping her foot, she was obviously waiting for him. When he approached, she reached for the doorknob. From the room, a gentle breeze came into the hallway where they stood. Looking inside, Harry could see the window was open. To the left in the room was a grand bed bigger than Harry ever can imagine it to be. Next, he saw a wardrobe and a shelf with a lantern.
Fleur waved him in once she saw he wasn't coming. "You like?"
"It's amazing!" She laughed at the way he responded, Harry was looking at the room like it was made out of gold.
"Jump," she said this while she jumped on his bed dragging Harry up to joined her.
From downstairs you could hear all the noise the two created.
"It seems they're having some fun," Leon commented in French he then continued on with the conversation he and Appolline were having before the noise interruption. "The adoption will be finalized in one month. Then we'll be his official guardians."
"What's wrong?" Appolline asked, being his wife for so long she had learned when he was troubled by something.
"I pulled some strings and learned who Harry guardian is." He stopped to look around, his voice made it seem that he whispered the last part. "Albus Dumbledore."
His wife stared at him with disbelief. "Surely a man like Dumbledore wouldn't 'ave done zis."
"I know. That is how I felt at first until I did some more searching. What bothers me, is still is why did he leave Harry to the Dursleys."
Outside the doorway, Harry stood there in silence; he had come down earlier with Fleur to get some breakfast. Harry and Fleur stopped when they heard their parents were talking about him. Only one question ran through his head. "Why?" He had a guardian who could have taken him in to prevent the horror he went through but pushed him away instead. "Why?"
"'Arry, Fleur, breakfast," Appolline called out.
"'Arry?" Fleur grabbed his arm getting his attention; she dragged him into the dining room and sat next to Harry.
They had breakfast. Harry's mood quickly changed once he met his little sister. She was a year younger than he was. She resembled a lot like Fleur and her mom… well their mom: Harry, Fleur, and little Gabrielle. His mom was feeding Gabrielle milk from the bottle.
"Harry, how do you like your room?" Leon asked as he munched on some toast.
"Oh, it's perfect," He replied finishing the croissant he had.
"After lunc you'll shop wiz me," Appolline informed him. She had this planned since the adoption started.
After breakfast, like Appolline said they went to Diamant. Harry soon became their personal doll. Every time he finishes changing, they were waiting outside with more clothes for him to try on.
"'Arry try this one on." Fleur was on the attack competing with her mom to see who can get Harry to try on the clothes first.
Harry didn't mind at all, he felt happy and noticed for once in his life. His mom and Fleur were happily searching for more clothes for him to try on.
Next was a haircut. Harry was worried about having his hair cut. The scissors were floating and cutting by themselves this made Harry nervous but he overcame that with curiosity. Stopping nearby at restaurant, they had lunch ordering many things from pudding to cake.
With new clothes, a haircut, and a tired day they headed home. Leon sent home a message. He was sorry to inform them he won't be able to make it home for dinner, so Appolline and Fleur livened up by telling him stories about their lives and showing him some magic. They were in for a surprise when Gabrielle said her first word, "'Arry."
Harry's room later that night with tons of clothes he was afraid that it won't fit in his closet. He forgot it was magical one. The clothes went in nicely.
Harry dressed in his white pajamas lied in his bed. He really couldn't ask for more. He was really happy. In his entire life, this was the best day of his life. He closed his eyes as he drifted into sleep. As he slept, he saw himself and many others at a place called Hogwarts.
He watched as he defeated Voldemort during his first year. Voldemort was afraid the philosopher stone. In his second, he slain a giant snake with the sword he had pulled from old torn point hat. A flash of his third year showed he met face to face with his godfather and learned that Peter was the one that frame him. The fourth year he was forced into a tournament, so Harry could be brought to Voldemort at the end. He watched as Cedric was killed. Fifth, he was lured into a trap which made him lose Sirius that year. The sixth year Dumbledore was killed, and Harry left school in search of the Hallows and Horcruxes. The last year at Hogwarts he defeated Voldemort but at a high cost. With the war over, he became an Auror and as he continued to sleep, the rest of his life flashing before him until his death.
Waking up, Harry realized, he had gone back in time or something. The things he saw, he couldn't pass off as a dream. He closed his eyes thinking about his real mom, Lily. He opened his eyes to stare at his hands and then the face he saw reflected in the window.
He smiled; his visions weren't dreams but memories of the future a life he was yet to have. Harry was back in the past somehow, he didn't need to think before he realized what he needed to do. He now had a second chance at life, to do thing over again. He needed to free his godfather. Harry couldn't bare the thought of leaving Sirius there any longer in Azkaban.
With a snap, he was a near the Burrow concealed by the trees and his own version of the Disillusionment spell he waited. He knew the Weasley family, they were early birds.
At 8:00 A.M. sharp the front door of the Burrow opened. Fred and George were running away from Ron. They had his pet rat in a jar. Throwing it back and forth, keeping it away from Ron, a classic game of monkey in the middle. Harry readied himself as George began to throw. "Accio, jar." To them it looked like George mis-threw it. Harry didn't need a wand for the spell he used.
With another snap, he was gone from the Burrow making his way into the Ministry of Magic. Taking the phone booth entrances. A drastic drop down into the Ministry of Magic. People came from many places it was rush hour people were walking off to work. Not taking in the sight of a small raven hair boy walking by them. From the memories he had. He recalled the Ministry it was a government that governed the Wizard world.
Being an Auror, he learned one important thing, if you need action to get done now go to Thomas Lighter. The Ministry was divided into two parts. To the public it was one big group. The Ministry didn't wand that tad bit of information out into the public. It made the Ministry look weak. The Aurors was one group the other the political party they were the sole face of the ministry.
Harry stopped in front of the room he needed. He poured some water onto the plant next to the door. It opened up. No one ever had gone into Thomas's office successfully but Harry. One day, Harry dropped his glass of water accidentally in a rush to work and noticed the door opened even though Thomas wasn't in there.
Thomas loved to have his department look good, so there was no better man to do this than him. Harry took a quill from Thomas desk and wrote on the parchment explaining in detail that this rat was Peter Pettigrew he had framed Sirius Black. Knowing Thomas, he would have this on the front page first thing this morning. Noises came from the hallway. Harry decided he had overstayed his welcome here.
Slipping back into his room from the window he left open, he crawled back in bed. Harry had done a lot in one night. He made a mental note to get Ron a rat to replace Peter.
Half of a month passed. Harry was able to get Ron a new rat, placing it a jar in plain sight for him to find. Harry left once Ron found it, and he ran back inside to show everyone. Harry decided to wake up the morning after he had freed his godfather to find him.
Harry had blond hair one morning. The Delacours went to the hospital to check if everything was ok. They found out Harry was a Metamorphmagus. Harry didn't want to hide this from them. Besides, having the family know about this allowed him go into public and live a very happy life for a short while with his new family. Dumbledore was sure to look for him once the Dursleys returned to England and had a report saying he wasn't with them and find out he was lost in Paris.
A few days pasted, since Harry made himself a place he could call home with the Delacours
"Pink." Harry's hair color matched the word Gabrielle stated. His little sister was learning her colors in a rare way, from a Metamorphmagus who could change his looks completely in height, color, age, appearance, and plus their voice.
Today should have been like any other day, but it wasn't. "Let's go!" Leon called out to his kids as they race for the nearest portkey above the Hill. Their dad got tickets for a Quidditch match France versus Japan.
Harry over the half month had used that time to get use to his body. He practiced wandless magic; it took him a couple of tries before succeeding. The tough part was not making any noise and keeping the explosions from happening.
The match didn't start for another six hours, but it didn't stop them from meeting the French Quidditch team. The stadium was grand as ever, thousands of seats waiting for spectators to fill them. Where they would wait and cheer for their team. Harry couldn't help but admire the stadium it had been so long since he had been to a Quidditch stadium. He had gotten too old in his previous life and couldn't play anymore..
"Leon," a voice called out to their dad turning their attention to a Quidditch player who flew down to them dressed in a light blue robe.
"Lacroix, it's nice to see you." They shook hands before their dad's friend turned his attention to the two youngsters.
"Who do we have here?" Lacroix asked Leon.
"This is my son, Harry, and my daughter, Fleur," he replied.
"So do either of you two like to fly?" Lacroix asked, noticing Fleur shaking her head explaining she was too scared to. He noticed Harry staring. He was looking at Lacroix's teammates. They were warming up for the big game. "Would you like to fly?" Lacroix offered his broom.
Harry turned to Leon waiting for his approve. He had always loving flying; it gave him a feeling like everything was lifted off of him. Taking the broom and being sure to thank Laccroix he being to jog and a quick jump he was off into the sky ready to join the other players.
"Look at 'Arry flying," Fleur squealed pointing to Harry while Leon just watched as he chuckled.
"Wow, where have you been teaching him how to fly like that?" Lacroix asked eager to find out. After watching how the boy flied.
"I can't tell you," Leon replied.
"Why not?" Lacroix pressed on. He was shocked to hear his friend next words.
Leon places his hands over his daughter's ears. "You see, it's his first time,"
Lacroix yelled out the next part so loud it could turn someone deaf. "You're kidding!"
Up in the sky, Mathilde, Josephine, and Hildegarde the three chasers were practicing against their keeper Bastien. They passed a few times trying to confuse Batien but were easily blocked with every attempt at scoring.
"Come on ladies, you're making this too easy for me," Bastien teased them blocking off another shot from entering the hoops. He was at his top today nothing was going to stop him from prevent these three ladies from scoring. The Quaffle was picked up by Harry.
Lacroix sent them a messenger spell to fill his team about who the boy was. "So your Leon's son. You want to try? You might even have a better chance than those three." His finger drew an imaginary circle around the chasers
Once in the sky, Harry had one thing on his mind: to fly, but he didn't mind trying to score either. He had picked up a few tricks over the years.
Bastien watched as his opponent who flew towards the hoop to Bastien left. It was obvious move for an amateur to pick one hoop and try to score. Stopping in front of the hoop, he put up little effort to block it. With a hand barely stretch out. What Bastien didn't count on was Harry split second changing in target. The Quaffle was thrown far toward the far right hoop which was left completely open. Bastien flew back immediately stretching out his right arm blocking the Quaffle by deflecting it back off his glove. He turned to locate Harry who was already in position to follow up his assault. Time seemed to slow down as the Quaffle drew closer to Harry. Harry already had placed his feet on to his broom, he jumps ready to spike the Quaffle into the middle hoop Bastien left completely open..
Bastien closed his eyes as he thought to himself, "This way would be less painful." The small raven hair boy was about to score on him. A professional Quidditch player.
Batien heard laughter. His team was sure to hold it against him having a kid score against him, but he realized he didn't hear the sound that was made when someone scored. He opens his eyes to see the chasers were flying around Harry hugging and praising him. His two friends filled him in. For the same reason why he closed his eyes, everyone expected Harry to score. But well, he was too short, so he missed it when he jumped. The chasers praised Harry for giving Bastien a good scare.
"It looks like your boy has skills as a chaser. He gave Bastien quite scare." Lacroix chuckled at his team. He hadn't seen his team this happy since they won the cup years ago.
"I should get him a broom of his own," Leon pointed out. He then turned his daughter, and he was surprised to not hear a word out of her since she was an over-energetic person. Fleur was just amazed just as he and everyone else was when Harry just took off and almost scored against a professional Quidditch player.
Practice didn't go as planned for Lacroix's team. Bastien decided to call it quits to calm down his nerves by meeting Lacroix's friend with the two beaters on his team. The three chasers took it upon themselves to teach Harry some team plays. Harry just enjoyed the experience. The chasers didn't treat him as a kid but as another player.
Leon turned his attention to his Fleur. She was tugging on his sleeve asking, "Can we leave yet?" He was taken in by surprise by her sudden change of mood. He guessed it was because of Harry. She didn't like the fact that Harry was giving his attention to someone else other than her. With a messenger spell he told Harry to come back down.
Within minutes Harry was back bidding the chasers good luck. He stopped a few feet, flying in front of Leon who pointed to Fleur. She was in the stands with her hands folded across her chest. So Harry flew toward her. "Fleur?" She turned her head to the side acting like he wasn't there.
Leon turned his attention when he heard Fleur scream. He didn't know how it happened but both Harry and Fleur were flying on a broom with Fleur clutching on to Harry. Harry must have done to this to get back Fleur's attention. He remembered the last time his daughter was mad at him, so she pretended he wasn't there.
An hour passed Leon left with his two children. They took their seats, the match began. Harry could feel the excitement from the crowd as they cheered on for their team. Everyone voice screamed with every shot and pass made. The two teams were neck in neck scoring against each other only to have the other team score against them. The tie-breaker would be up to the seekers now. The snitch had been spotted. Neck and neck the seekers were but in the end France's Seeker had captured the Snitch giving France the winning score and ending the game.
Once at home with the help of Appolline, Leon settled their tired children into bed before heading to bed themselves. They all had a big day.
Today he smiled was also the big day that everything became official. Luckily, no problems had occurred. What more could they ask for?
In Dumbledore's office, Dumbledore had just received reports that Harry wasn't with the Dursleys anymore. They said he had gone missing when they went to France. This was a month ago. He quickly sent messages to get some help as he readied himself for France. Finding Harry was their top priority.
The next day in Harry's room, Harry read in the French paper that Sirius's case was being examined again. As an Auror, Harry needed to learn different languages, so he could read the paper in French. He was in no rush to destroy all the Horcruxes or any of them yet. Changing the past, too much could affect the future negatively. Besides, he needed a wand.
Both Harry and Fleur had received a tutor that taught them both. Her name was Nicole. She graduated this year, and she wanted to be a teacher. He found out she was a family friend. Harry had no problem with any of the lessons; he had already learned this. So he occasionally helped Fleur with hers. She seem to glad accept the help.
Harry's birthday was coming up, and he didn't want to trouble the Delecours, but they insisted, so they held a small party. He had gotten a Nimbus 2000 from Leon which Appolline pitched in to buy. From Fleur, he received a Quaffle because he needed something to play Quidditch with. Then there were Aron and Loyal. All he knew about them at first was that they both worked in the Ministry like Leon. Aron and Loyal were nice people, real friendly. It seemed that these two along with Leon were pranksters when they went to school together. So their presents were obvious. A book titled The Best Pranks. Both of them had highlighted their favorites. Nicole made the cake.
Harry really enjoyed the day. For the pass four years, every time it was his birthday the Durselys treated it like any other day unlike. When it was Dudley's birthday, they had cake and everything.
A few weeks passed, and everything seemed perfect. One day, Aron ran into the house after being let in. To Harry surprised; he never seen the calm man act like that. Harry followed him to Leon's office listening in on them.
"Leon this is bad!" Aron informed this was a understatement. One Aron had slammed the door shut it wasn't like Aron to do that unless it was something of great importance.
"Calm down and tell me what happened," Leon replied waiting for an answer as Loyal came through the Floo network.
"This better be important, I was having this most amazing dream," Loyal stated, recalling his sweet dream. It had something to do with the beach and hot girls.
"It's Dumbledore! I saw him around the Ministry here today, and I heard from my colleagues he's looking for someone. My guess is it is Harry!" Aron said rather fast but Leon kept up.
"Don't worry. Harry now belongs to the French government, so if Dumbledore came to take Harry he would have to go through the long procedure. I made sure that I would be notified if he did. The man who runs that department won't let him. He owes me a favor," Leon quickly explained. Leon had expected Dumbledore to come looking for Harry.
Loyal yawned, "It so like you to leave us hanging. The brains of the group while Aron here he did all the worrying for us. I wonder where that puts me… The laziest of the group I guess."
Harry heard all he needed to hear. Dumbledore was now looking for him. It was only a matter of time before he found him. Harry knew this day will come when he found out who was his guardian, well ex-guardian. He had grown fond of living here, so why should he change that fact. He smiled as a plan formed in his head.
"The Boy-Who-Lived Dead." Read the front page of the newspaper. The article reads that Harry Potter had been killed in a car accident. The Ministry of Magic had hidden this fact until an unnamed source informed them it was true. Evidence like the boy body was burned to ash. Only eyewitnesses remain to tell us the truth.
Dumbledore studied the paper it was too much of a coincidence that the article about Harry disappearance first appeared now. There were two reasons that came to his mind: one Harry was really dead, or it was to stop him from continuing his search. He wasn't sure where Harry was, but he guessed somewhere in London. The paper was only printed for the local area. Then it spread to the rest of the Wizarding World.
In his office Leon with Aron and Loyal were happy by the recent turn of events. They never were fans of the press because it spread mostly lies, but this time was an exception. It seemed the time Harry saved Fleur made people believe he had died. This time they were lucky, but now they needed to have Harry disguise himself. Dumbledore won't be fooled this easily. Then again there were witnesses, and the Ministry had a way to keep things off the record.
Six months soon passed and Harry waited outside in London for someone. Today was the day that person became a free man. Harry had disguised himself earlier watching for that person from an ice cream shop. He had contacted Remus about Sirius's release. Well, more like dropped the morning paper in front of his doorway.
From afar, you could see Remus and Sirius approached each other halfway. Until Remus broke the tension he was the first to speak. They gulf each other in a hug and tears came onto their faces. They were heading to the ice cream shop Harry was in. Harry got up quickly bumping into to Sirius in the doorway and left in a hurry out into the streets.
"Hey wait!" Sirius called out, trying to call back the boy who bumped into him leaving a small package behind.
"Did something happen?" Remus asked staring at the package in his old friend's hands.
Sirius read the note.
To my godfather,
I'll be seeing you. Hope this helps.
Your godson.
Sirius smiled as he opened the package. He realized it was some clothes and a bag with money, one hundred galleons. He wondered to himself, "Was that…" Until he opened his mouth to say, "It's my treat."
"Like you can pay for it," Remus teased he was surprise to see a bag full of money thrust right at face.
Dumbledore's Office
"Come in, Hagrid." Dumbledore welcomed in without looking at who came in.
"I've searched all over the world and still can't find any traces of Harry," Hagrid reported.
"There will be no further need to search. It seems that he has a way of being not found. We can only wait until he becomes of age to attend Hogwarts then will we find him." He concluded looking at the list of students for the years to come. Harry's name was still on it. It he was still alive.
Years had passed since he started living with his new family. Fleur was in her first year of schooling. Once she left, the house wasn't as warm as it used to be because it was missing one of its house members. It would be all lively and cheerful once she came back for the holidays. His younger sister, Gabrielle, kept him company with her home studies. Like Fleur, she had gotten attached to Harry. More than once, she would use her Veela charm to try to get his attention. It had no effect on him, but it didn't stop his two sisters from trying at once. They had a fight one day to see who; Harry was going to spend the day with.
"He's going shopping with me!" Fleur tugged Harry right arm.
Gabrielle pulled Harry's left arm toward her. "'Arry, play princess with me!"
"Shopping!" Fleur pulled him.
"Princess!" Gabrielle pulled back.
"Shopping!"
"Princess!"
The two sisters just stared at each other then looked at Harry. Their appearance changed into something you could only see in a movie. They added onto their Veela charms with pouts and tears. Appolline saved Harry from making a choice, with a trip to the beach.
Today, Harry was told to come to his Dad's office. Inside, Leon, Aron, and Loyal were their waiting it seems. He took a seat in front of the three.
"Harry, you're about to head to school soon, but where would you like to go? I understand if you want to go to Hogwarts since your parents went there themselves," Leon waited for a reply.
"Huh?" was the only thing Harry could say. He hadn't really thought about which school he should go to till now. He could get into Hogwarts and out pretty easily without needing to attend the school, but he won't have a close eye on the events that would take place soon. He won't even be friends with Ron, Hermione, and everyone else if he didn't go until the Triwizard tournament.
If he went to Beauxbatons, he would have a different adventure, a new life and experiences. Fleur would be sad and maybe a little angry at him if he chose Hogwarts, but she would understand. He hoped.
"Harry…umm you still have sometime before deciding, so there no rush," Leon pointed out hoping to relax Harry a bit. Harry had a big decision to make. A decision he had to make by himself with no easy answer.
The question remained with Harry throughout the day. So he decided to fly around on his broom to get rid of the very thought. You would think living for so long a decision like this would be easily made. It took a few minutes before he realized Fleur was down below.
He flew down getting off his broom. He waited for her to say something, but she didn't for a moment. "'Arry, go to 'ogwarts," that was all she said to him before turning her back to him running off.
Harry was taken in by surprise that she would tell him this. He did want a way to decide this once and for all but not like this. He ran after her grabbing onto her arm in an attempt to stop her. "Wait I…"he stopped whatever he was going to say when he saw Fleur she was crying. She tried to leave again but was stopped.
Harry reasoned she had heard the conversation he had with Leon about which school he was going to. So Fleur decided to make the hard decision for him. She truly cared a lot about him to the point of sacrificing her own happiness for his. He was truly touched by what she, did but he didn't like the fact she made the decision for him. "So you really want me to go to Hogwarts?"
She nodded before saying, "O-oui."
"And here I had all my plans to go to Beauxbatons with you, but if you insist," Harry teased as she quickly change her mood.
"Wait, that's not it." She protested.
He chuckled, "So what is it?"
"I 'eard you and dad talking about deciding what school you'll be going to. I know you want to go to the sc'ool your parents went to," She explained.
"So you thought you'd make the decision for me," He guessed right.
"I know I shouldn't, but I want you to be 'appy," she smiled.
"I know, but don't make these decisions for me. I'm a big boy now. I'm sure I can make my own decisions. Besides I already had and wanted to surprise you," He lied about the last part since he just made his decision. "I'm going to Beauxbatons with you."
At Once he said this Fleur tackled him with a hug. She was so happy, as she tightly embraced him.
Harry knew he was going to miss his life at Hogwarts, but it wasn't like he never had one. He would just need to wait until the Triwizard tournament, when he would be back at Hogwarts.