Summary: A 9-year-old Harry Potter escapes the Dursleys after a long night of beating and accidentally apparates to Chateau Delacour. After few years later he was offered to go to Beauxbatons under the condition that he needs to go as a girl.

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"French"- spoken in french

"English"- spoken in English

'Thoughts'- thoughts

Chapter 1: Harry Fairy panic!

Harry was aching in pain. No... he was in a world of pain. He didn't know why but the big-fat-mankept on punching and kicking him to no end. He wished for it to end, not really caring what happens... he just wanted it to end now. It came to him that he might just die at that moment. Way better than the slavery that he'd been forced into ever since he can walk. He didn't understand why he had this kind of extreme luck. Whenever some thing went well, it went very well but when it went bad it went straight to hell.

He could still remember the first time he was beaten. Sometimes it flashed in his mind but it was always half-remembered, just like a songthatwas popular many years ago.

When he remembered, his 'beating' was notthe beating you get when you are child but a literal'Who's the sissy boy now?' beating. He remembered his face being introduced to the wall on a rather intimate but in a painful manner, his ribs cracking.

The big-fat man was twice his height and more than a dozen times his weight. He remembered the man's face whenever he was being beaten. It turned an interesting shade of puce, funny to watch despite the situation. He eventually found out that the man was his uncle. Whatever he had done in the past warranted him to be savaged by that oddly shaped and colored 'mammal'. But there was nothing he could do... after all, it was already in the past. Nothing he could change about it.

While the big-fat-weird-looking-mammalhit Harry a couple of times more, causing no small amount of discomfort to the said child. Having no strength to do anything, he just had to take the hits. With his jaw cracked in two places, he couldn't really talk, making negotiation not an option.

Harry wanted to end it all-the pain, the suffering, the loneliness. He wanted to get away from this cursed place so desperately that he might have sold his soul to the devil if he appeared in front of him.

And then he remembered his single useful skill that he used during 'Harry Hunt' where he could just disappear in plain sight and appear in another spot. He named the skill 'flicking' because he could literally flick outof one spot and flick in right wherever he wanted to. He tried 'flicking' once when he needed money for groceries since his 'relatives' had left him literally with no food. His exit wasright inside of a huge bank vault filled with billions of British pounds. After getting the needed money, he flicked back to the house and did some shopping.

Right now he just wanted to get the hell out of the place. He would use 'flick' but not until after he got his revenge against this big-fat-weird-looking-mammal of his uncle. Recently he had read about human physiology. If certain nerves were struck by electricity, it caused the nerve to be damaged and irreparable or it caused the nerve to not work right, causing organs and systems to fail. He had already done this to his whale-looking cousin, without his cousin knowing. Now his whale-looking cousin had to get kidney transplants due to his kidneys failing. He had done it with help of nature. He had learned that he could harness electricity right in his bare hands. He just had to guide 'nature's' magic into his hands and will it to form a low-current electricity which would do the trick. They didn't even feel the 'tingly' feeling.

When his big-fat-weird-looking-mammal uncle turned his back after beating him, Harry lightly touched a certain part of his spinal cord that was connected to his liver, kidney and pancreas with an electricity-induced hand. After that he 'flicked' away, wishing to be 'flicked' away to a safe place.

Within a second or two, he arrived at a place that he 'thought' of a safe place. But due to the physical shape that he was in (cracked rib's, cracked skull, cracked jaw, broken legs, almost dislocated knee joints, and a dislocated foot with ripped muscles), he was just asking for more trouble and pain. His execution of the 'flick' didn't even take a blink of an eye. However, due to his battered body, he was unconscious two seconds after he had landed. He could remember seeing light but that's all he managed to see before darkness claimed him.

When he woke up, he remembered that he was in a 'safe' place. He had been on a carpet when he had 'flicked' in. Whenhe woke up, however, he was lying in silk sheets and a soft bed. It seemed that the pain he had been in was missing as well.

Panicking slightly, he tried leaping out of the bed and diving for cover so he could defend himself from any possible attack. However he couldn't even manage to rise out of the bed. He managed only to rise a few inches before collapsing in pain. Every one of his limbs, jaw, ribs and even his pelvis flared with pins and needles of sensation with foot falls of sleep. He also experienced numerous flares of pain in various parts of his body that were associated with stretching muscles, but that was

Harry decided that he should rest for the meantime, until the tingly feeling went away or someone came to get him. He also opted that he wouldn't be doing anything acrobatic or too taxing to his extremities. Knowing that he couldn'tmove much, much less defend himself, it made the wait for someone to come see him take forever. In reality, it couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

By the time the door finally creaked open, he had resigned himself to a quick death at some person's hands, knowing he was too weak to defend himself. He just wished it to be painless and quick. He thought that maybe his big-fat-weird-looking-mammal uncle of his had found him and had come back to finish what he had started. He hoped that his uncle would like the 'parting gift' that he had given him. He smirked at that thought. He had come to conclusion that all of his critical injuries had been healed, but that didn't mean they had good intentions. It was best to keep torture victims in good health until they toldyou what you wanted to know or until you acquired what you needed. Needless to say, the thought gave him chills. What if the place he 'flicked' to was much worse than what his big-fat-weird-looking-mammal uncle's place was?.

"Oh, you're awake," a feminine sounding voice remarked in French. Thankfully he had read a fewFrench translation books so he could understand what she said. He knew that he should reply but he could only grunt in response.

"We found you lying in the panic room," the feminine sounding voice stated while pulling a vial of red liquid from her robes and placed it near Harry's face.

"Drink this," she plucked the stopper and poured half of the vial's contents into his mouth. It tasted like iron but it was a bit on the salty side, like tears. He didn't mind the taste but he had a questioning look in his eyes, wondering what she had made him drink. Fortunately the female in question saw his reaction and answered the unspoken question.

"Draught of Rejuvenation. You should expect that to be working now. You may experience some lingering effects of healing magic that we had to use. You were near death when we found you, fortunately great-grandfather and great-grandmother were there to assist. If not, you would be dead by now," she explained, and began examining his body. Then, rather gently, she rolled him over, giving him the first real view of where he was.

The bed was a huge, four poster bed with a canopy covering it, draped in silk. It had plenty of pillows. Where the rest of the room was lavishly and extravagantly furnished with fine antiques, ornaments and more furniture than he had seen before. It was a perfect sample of an 'I'm so bloody rich. Look at me.' school of interior design.

"I will get you something for stiffness and pain. For the meantime don't move too much or it will hurt, okay?" The female asked and turned Harry towards her. Her face made her appear to be in her late twenties. She was a pretty-no, a beautiful-looking woman. She had fascinating blue eyes and long, platinum blonde hair that reached her back and a face that was like a carefully sculpted statue. She was the pinnacle of beauty and perfection. Perhaps the word beautiful was not enough to describe how beautiful she was.

Who knows, maybe she's older if she's magical or something, Harry thought to himself after he nodded to the woman. He knew magic existed. It existed inside and outside of the human body. Even animals had it. "Quite a lot of your muscle tissues are brand new and most of your broken or cracked bones have been mended just recently as well. With the rate that you're healing right now, my husband and my great-grandparents will be able to speak with you tonight. They would like to speak with you about what happened to you. But for the meantime, please rest until tonight."

Harry would have liked to say thanks but all he coulddo was nod and grunt in response. The beautiful lady that had beentending to him walked out of the room, leaving him to his thoughts. He was thinking of what had happened duringthe past weeks. He could only remember sparse parts of it, like his name 'Harry no-name' but he couldn't remember all that much. Only a few important bits about his childhood and the unnatural abilities that caused his uncle to call him "freak".

Still, he knew a few things, like 'Flicking' and household chores. He knew magic was real. He was able to do things that others couldn't do. Somehow, he felt that it was magic that had kept him alive these past years. Although he didn't know how to use 'proper' magic, he knew instinctively what to do anytime he needed magic. Magic came naturally to him. He used magic from both inside and outside his body. He realized that he since was finely tuned to nature, that it was already an instinct for him to use 'nature' magic.

Harry could stay there for few weeks but he didn't want to impose on them, so he planned out how to be productive in the next week or two. It didn'ttake a genius to realize that living alone would be hard, harsh and unforgiving especially for the small, lithe body of his. He needed to know where he was first of all. Then, he planned out how he would manage for the next few years, from what kind of job he could get to where he would stay for the next few years. Many locations came to his mind. He could go to an island and live there alone for few years. Or he could go to the wilderness and live a few miles away from the nearest , or fortunately, depending on your point of view, all of his musing and planning came to an immediate halt when the door creaked open and he caught sight of platinum blonde hair sneaking into the room. He could tell that it wasn't the lady that tended to him earlier.

"Who are you?" the feminine voice asked softly. Harry managed to turn his head sideways enough to get a glimpse at the new comer. She was young, no more than twelve or fourteen based on her looks, but she was stunningly beautiful and almost like a miniature replica of the lady earlier. The lady earlier was definitely her mother.

'Good genes' Harry mused.

"Ha...rry.." Harry manage to groan in response, despite the sudden surprise of being talked to.

"Harry who?" the girl asked.

"I..." He was struggling to respond due to the pain. "don't... know... I'm... just... Ha..rry... no name" He replied in French. Good thing he was able to utter simple French or else the girl wouldn't have understood whatever he said.

"You don't really know who you are?" the girl asked again. Her voice was hesitant, if not doubtful, but she managed to sound very nice.

"No." he managed to reply, wincing in pain as his jaw ached.

"You're not here to cause trouble are you?" she asked.

Harry would have liked to laugh at this question, but in his current predicament, he could only manage to groan and manage to say a short "No."

The girl was silent for a while. After that, she stood up and walked away from the bed towards the door. Midway to the door, she stopped and said, "You had better not start trouble here."

With that, she slipped out of the door again, leaving Harry to his thoughts. He realized that the girl was sneaking around. Probably her mother had forbidden her from speaking with him, or at least entering the room. But she'd done so... she was admiringly brave... for her age that is. Harry turned back to his plans, knowing he couldn't do anything but think at the moment.

After a few hours, the mother came back and fed Harry a couple of more potions which helped for the soreness and stiffness that he'd been feeling since he woke up. Before long, he was sipping a thin chicken broth and relaxing against a mound of pillows. He was so tired from just getting into the sitting position. It wasn't surprising that de'd also taken a few naps that day.

Later that day, he thought a bit more of his situation. He still didn't know the names of the people caring for him, though he caught a few more glimpses of the daughter. He was starting to get a very clear sense about this people... they were not dangerous. The mother was rather confident of herself, paired with a powerful personality and beauty that allowed her to have things her way most of the time. Her daughter had a similar personality. She was on her way to being like her mother, but due to her teenage mind and disposition, it was still rather awkward, making it hard on her.

Unsurprisingly, they were both magically strong. Much stronger than the few people he occasionally saw outside the Whale Home (the Dursley's).

That was another thing he discovered last year. He could feel magic in people and could sense it everywhere, even from a distance. He could sense it no matter how weak or strong it was. He noticed this with his 'relatives', where they were all magically weak like everyone else in the neighborhood. The only exception was Mrs. Figgs, who was magically stronger than anyone in the neighborhood but Harry was much more stronger than her. If you compared their levels, it would be like comparing a stone to a high rise building. There were a few occasional passerby who were magically strong, but their levels weren't even half of his. Maybe it was because he was more attuned to 'nature's' magic than they were, he thought.

Later that night, after a light dinner, six people came in the room, including the mother who introduced herself as Apolline and her two daughters-Fleur, who was the eldest and introduced herself haughtily, and Gabrielle, who was very shy. Apolline also introduced her "mysterious" husband Jean-Jacques. He was handsome and tall, with piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair. He projected an aura of greatness and gentleness, much like his wife, but his aura was much more inclined to greatness. Harry told them that they were perfect match, which causes all of the adults to laugh and made Jean-Jacques thank Harry for the compliment.

Then Apolline introduced the other pair in the room. They both looked to be in their late thirties or early forty's. She introduced them as her great-grandparents. Harry would have dropped his jaw if it wasn't for the fact that his jaw was hurting. They introduced themselves as Nick and Perry. They were both fun to talk to. Harry didn't even mind that they were at least a hundred years old. Apparently Nick and Perry were the ones who helped heal him. Apolline hinted that the couple were quite famous and had 'a lot' of experience in these kinds of things. It made Harry think a bit but he didn't want to be inquisitive of things like this. It was not his place to question.

After introducing themselves to him, Jacques immediately began the discussion.

"I'm glad to see you awake young man. I was afraid that you wouldn't make it due to your injuries. Thankfully my wife and my in-laws saved you. You were on the verge of death when we found you. I'm glad that you're alright," he said in a warm tone of voice though it also shows that he was prepared in dealing with this kind of situation. "Do you know how you came to be where I found you, young man?" he asked warmly.

"Yes, it's a skill called 'Flick'," Harry answered. When Jacques asked what it was, Harry explained the general idea about his 'Flick' ability. He was more than happy to share these kind of things with other people. It was first time that someone asked him this kind of things. He thought of it as repaying them for healing him. When his jaw was a bit sore from explaining things or he couldn't find the words he needed, he wrote a few things he couldn't explain. Nick, Perry and Apolline were awed of Harry's 'Flick' because of its ability to bypass wards and charms. After being satisfied with the answer, Jacques resumed talking to Harry.

"You know your method of instant transportation is quite impressive. You've just transported yourself to the safest place in the Continent. This chateau is warded with unbreakable wards that prevent all sorts of magical transportation unless it is allowed by the head of house. The land where this chateau resides has more than 150 layers of ancient magical barriers and wards, while the chateau itself has more than 220 layers of barriers, wards and runic defenses that are connected to four major ley lines that intersect right beneath this building. So, nothing less than three muggle nuclear bombs could dent, much less penetrate the barriers erected here. With that said, that ability of yours is very dangerous since it can bypass all of the wards and barriers. Can I trust you that you won't harm anyone here?" Jacques asked the injured boy who nodded vigorously. Jacques continued.

"Ah, before I forget, I haven't asked your name yet."

"Harry, sir."

"Harry what?"

"Harry no-name, that's what they call me."

"No-name? Why?" Jacques asked worriedly.

"I don't know, sir. Ever since I can remember, I'm just Harry, nothing more." Harry answered truthfully, though he sounded a bit sad, which didn't escape the adults' watchful eyes.

"Tell me, do you remember anything?" It was now Apolline's turn to ask Harry questions.

"Remember what, ma'am?" Harry asked politely. He didn't know how he would answer the question. Yes he had memories, but not pleasant ones. Just thinking of those scant few memories made him shiver.

"Anything," Apolline answered. Harry only nodded in response. He killed his emotions before answering the question in detail, knowing if he didn't, he would not be able to explain things properly, especially if they asked for details. He shifted his tone of voice to a cheerful one and showed a bright smile. He learned that killing his emotions from time to time helped him cope with things.

"I remember my uncle telling me that my parents were drunkards and died in a car accident. I also remember how many days I was inside the cupboard, without anything to eat or drink. I also remember how many times my uncle has disciplined me this week, along with monthly, bi-annual and annual averages. I also remember how many times I was crucified by my uncle due to my 'freakishness', which is what he calls my magic. I can also remember the first time I was able to read. I can tell you the first time I was able to use my magic properly, and the few things I am able to do with magic. Other than that, I only remember what happened from three weeks ago up until now.

" However any events more than three weeks ago is going to be hard for me to recall. I can only recall a few important things after I was two years old. I can't remember anything past that... Which one of those would you like to know? Ah. I also remember how to do house chores. If you like, once I'm able to, I'll start cleaning and doing chores to repay you for the trouble I've caused. I'm very sorry for the inconvenience of tending to me." He tried to bow down and ask for forgiveness, however he only managed to bow his head slightly while looking at his trembling hands. He remembered those times that his uncle would make him into a punching bag, hang him upside down for more than twelve hours, make him kneel in salt and thumbtacks or crucify him in the walls of the house. His uncle called it 'Inquisition' to kill the freakishness in Harry.

The reaction of the adults varied from rage to sorrow to pity. Nicky was rubbing his temples. He had lived much longer than any humans, except for his wife Perry and yet, he didn't know that there were people cruel enough to do such things to a child. He felt it would be a sin if he didn't go and punish them in the name of divine retribution. Perry's reaction was almost the same as her husband. She was clenching her fist in anger at those filthy muggles. Once she knew who they were, not even the darkest of the dark lords would be able to save them from her wrath.

Apolline's reaction was pity and sorrow for Harry. She was covering her face with her hands, trying to stop tears from falling. She had always wanted a son, and when she saw Harry, her maternal feelings had suddenly awoken inside her. She had also observed Harry for the few hours that they had been interacting. He was happy with simple things, like pillows and a bowl of soup or a piece of bread. Due to her Veela heritage, she was able to read Harry's aura and it showed Harry cherishing simpleness. His aura showed simplicity, caring and unfaltering hope. But when he answered her question about his past, she felt worse of herself and Harry. He was in hell. Yet, despite the things that had happened to him, he managed to stay pure, kind and caring. From that day onwards, Apolline would admire the boy for his unfaltering hope.

As for Jacques' reaction, he was covering his face with the palm of his hand. He admired the boy at the same time felt very bad for him. He admired the boy for controlling his emotions and for his maturity, however he felt bad for Harry as he had become an adult before he had become a child. He was sure that Harry hadn't even had a childhood. The evidence was in the huge lapse of memory that the boy had. It suggested unwanted memories that he wished to push aside. Fleur listened in to the whole ordeal. Although she didn't understand most part of it, she understood better not to ask questions while Gabrielle was just oblivious to the world around her.

The silence was eerie due to Harry's answer. Jacques was the first one to come back from his silent trance.

"No need to do chores Harry, we have house-elves that do just that." Jacques explained while thinking of the next course of action. He didn't expect things to be like this.

"Ah... so what should I do? Should I give one of my eyes? Or maybe my heart? is there anything I can do to repay you?" Harry asked in a vigorous manner. His answer broke the trance on the other adults and they stared at him with wide eyes. They all thought at the same time: 'Is this kid serious?'

"You can't live without your heart. Why did you think we would ask for something in return?" Nick asked Harry in a kind manner.

"The world runs by the law of equivalent exchange, right? So anything owed or favored must be paid in equivalent exchange. You healed me right? Therefore I must give something that is equivalent of what you did for me. However you refused my offer for servitude, so I assume that you want something much more important like my body parts. I don't really have anything of monetary value, so I can't pay you with money." Harry answered timidly. Nicky and Jacques looked at him incredulously while Perry and Apolline shook their heads at Harry's answer. They couldn't fault him for that. Harry looked at them with questioning gaze.

"Did the world change when I was asleep?" Harry asked the adults. Their reaction was rather funny. The four of them did a 'facepalm' move at the same time and shook their heads in defeat.

"All right. We don't need anything from you. We don't need your eyes, heart or anything!" Perry frantically replied. She just couldn't understand how a child not older than eleven had told her those things she heard earlier. She immediately thought of a solution.

"How about this Harry, This house is too big for us and having another child living here with us would be a welcome thing. All we really want is to know you. That's why we came here. You see, me, my husband Nicky and Jacques with Apolline are just concerned as to how you got those injuries. By the way, how old are you?" Perry asked, genuinely concerned.

"I don't know ma'am... I only remember that my birthday is the last day of the seventh month, which should be July 31 if they are referring to modern day calendar." Harry answered. He never really celebrated his birthday so he didn't know how old he was.

"I see, then I'll do a physical check up on you tomorrow so we can determine your age and we might be able to identify who you are." Perry explained to Harry who seemed like he was trying to process the information.

"Won't that make me more in debt to you?" Harry asked again but this time Nick answered him, He saw that the kid would make a fine gentlemen and he could probably pass his knowledge down to him in the future.

"No. Think of this as an investment for both of us. I've been thinking of your 'flick' and it will be in our best interest if you stay here. We don't want you going back to that hideous excuse of an uncle of yours. We will be more than happy to let you stay here. Isn't that right, Jean?" Nick looked in Jean-Jacques' direction, who gave him a curt nod.

"Yes Harry, we will be more than happy to have you here in our household. Besides, we also have magic so we will be able to help you out. Don't think of it as a debt, think of it as an investment for both of us. But if you insist on paying the debt... then start thinking that you are part of our family. That is the only payment that I'll accept." Jacques explained to Harry. He understood how hard life can be. He wasn't the Minister of Foreign Affairs and International Relations for nothing. He saw the potential in Harry to become a proper wizard in his own right if he was properly guided. Meanwhile, Harry was teary eyed from what he had just heard. Someone wanted him; someone wanted him to be part of their family even though he was a 'freak'. Without further ado, he immediately accepted the offer to be part of their family.

"Thank you! Thank you!" Harry answered in English while crying. Perry hugged the child while brushing her hands through Harry's unruly raven hair. Apolline also joined in, holding his hand to calm him down. After an hour later of various discussions about the magical society, Harry realized that it was a whole new world and he needed to prepare himself before stepping into that new world.

Later that night the adults came to the main study where Jean-Jacques' office was located. They discussed what they would be doing with Harry and their observation of Harry. Regardless to say, they looked forward to coming days as they would have three kids running around the place. Oh how Perry and Apolline loved taking care of kids!

"From what can I see, his accent is clearly British accent but his French is quite good especially for his age. Did any of you noticed the scar on his head?" Nick asked.

"Now that you told us, yeah... I've noticed it but his hair is blocking it, so I can't always see it," Apolline answered. She only noticed it two times. The first was when she replaced his clothes and the other was when he brushed his brows due to the sweat on it.

"Raven haired, green eyes, lightning bolt scar and born on July 31... I think we will need to visit Gringotts one of these days to confirm something." Nick explained to the group.

"Confirm what?" Jacques asked, interested. He was coming up with a few things that would need to be done for Harry .

"If my hunch is right... Harry isn't just a regular boy... He's meant to do great things." Nick gave them a knowing smile. They smiled in return and ended the meeting.

The following morning after a night full of sleep, Harry woke up in a rather uncomfortable manner. He woke up, struggling to move as if something was hindering his movements. It was as if someone was coiled up next to him. He also felt something wrong on his neck. He felt warm air on the back of it. He also smelled something nice, akin to breeze in grassy fields and another fragrance that was like the fragrance itself had healing properties. He also smelled a thick scent of Gardenia flower in the air.

When he opened his eyes, he first saw platinum blonde color at his side and it seemed to be purring.

'Wait! Purring?' He then looked at the lump of blonde and saw Fleur intimately snuggled up to his body.

Her hand was over his, her head on his neck and her nose was brushing Harry's neck. Her perfectly shaped legs were draped over his legs as if claiming him. He could feel her lips brushing against his neck and felt ticklish due to the sensation. Surprisingly his hands were perfectly placed on her waist and back. He could also feel the girl's growing 'assets' but due to his timid nine year old mind that lacked hormones, he didn't know what those plump things he was feeling from Fleur's chest. Fleur was wearing a one-piece, long, lavender nightgown and she wasn't wearing any underwear. Harry wasn't able to feel or notice anything about it, as he was still a nine-year-old with no raging hormones as of yet.(AN: I won't call him lucky coz i'm not a pedo that only goes for pedobear... i will only call that planting flags.)

He then looked for a clock to see what time it was as he always woke up at four A.M. to cook. Fortunately, he was able to find it on top of the bedside drawer on the opposite side of the bed but it was turned sideways so he would have to reach for it. Thank fully he was fully healed by now as before he fell asleep last night ,he was given the 'Elixir of Healing' which Nick and Perry had made for him. The issue about getting to the clock was the fact that Fleur was hugging him. Yes, hugging him would be the right word as her limbs were locked to every major part of his body except for his arms.

He tried hard to get away from her only to utterly fail. After a bit, he managed to turn the clock around and it said it was five thirty in the morning. However this made Fleur tighten her hold on him, therefore pressing him more to her growing 'assets'. Fleur's nightgown had almost come off, her straps slipping off her shoulder, bringing the nightgown lower but not enough to show anything. The worst of it was when Harry's lips lightly touched Fleur's. When he tried to pull away, she sought his lips immediately, making their lips smash each other hard but not hard enough to hurt Harry or cause Fleur to wake. Harry wasn't giving off any signs of any extreme emotions. His mind worked so that he believed 'It's only a kiss and she's asleep and probably she doesn't know what she's doing'.

After few seconds Fleur's lips came off and again she snuggled into him intimately until she was in the very same position as she was earlier.

After thirty minutes, Harry manage to get away from Fleur's grasp by wiggling his way out which he had done numerous times during his time with his 'relatives'. He then proceeded to look for the kitchen to cook. It had been a guilty pleasure of his, since he couldn't enjoy other things. He enjoyed cooking the most since he could eat without anyone noticing and still be able to be productive. He practically knew how to cook French, Italian, German, English, Austrian and Indian delicacies in a very frightening perfect manner, which was praised by his 'relatives' visitors where his 'aunt' took all of the credit. He was also frighteningly good at making cakes to the point that his 'Aunt' would always 'force' him to make special cakes that he knew that his 'aunt' would flaunt to her neighbors and friends, telling them that she baked them. She didn't even know how to differentiate icing from ice cream spread!

Then he came across a creature that was three feet tall, with spindly arms and legs and an over-sized heads and eyes. It wore a black butler uniform paired with twin tail coat. When the creature saw him, it bowed curtly to him and spoke,

"Frilly, sir, at your service. Is there anything I can do for you?" The creature asked nicely in a squeaky way.

"Hmmm... What kind of creature are you?" Harry asked. He was always inquisitive about new things to the point where it was almost an addiction.

"A house elf, sir. We serve magical families as their servants. We assure that they get everything they need and tend them to the best of our abilities." Frilly generally explained. At that Harry didn't push the topic, as he wanted to cook.

"Ok, now can you lead me to the Kitchens?" Harry asked the house elf, who happily followed his orders. A few minutes later, they arrived at the kitchen. It was finely furnished with the latest cooking appliances (magical appliances of course) and lavishly decorated with marble black tiles and black granite. Again, this was an 'I'm so filthy rich' looking kitchen. Even though it had all that extravagance, it still had a homely feeling to it that welcomed anyone who came inside.

"This is the kitchen room for the family, the house elves has their own kitchens." Frilly informed Harry, who raised an eyebrow to that statement.

"Why is that there are separate kitchens?" Harry asked the house elf who nodded and answered him.

"House elves has different way of cooking food but I can assure you in the name of the house elves of the Houses of Delacours and Flamels that our way of cooking is safe and healthy. Most of the time, Mistress Apolline and Mistress Perenell cooks." Frilly raised his chest and Harry nodded. He then started looking for ingredients, and he couldn't find anything that he could use for his menu. He planned on making a traditional Austrian/Viennese breakfast. Then he turned to Frilly.

"Frilly, can you get me some ingredients?" Harry asked pleadingly to the house elf who nodded vigorously to him. Right after agreeing, Harry immediately shot off the name of ingredients from his mouth like a mini-gun. Frilly never missed a thing even though Harry spoke in very, almost inhumanely, fast English. After two minutes, all of Harry's needed ingredients were on the table and he happily started cooking.

After half an hour, he managed to create an authentic Austrian breakfast. Semmeln with Mélange coffee for adults and fresh orange juice for Gabrielle and Fleur (Harry rolled his eyes at the thought of her). He also served apricot jam, cold cut Schinkenspeck, a variation of scrambled and boiled eggs, a dozen of cup-size cheese cakes and marmalade jam. All in all, it was perfectly prepared breakfast This kitchen was much better than the poor excuse of a kitchen his 'relatives' had. He asked Frilly to prepare the breakfast in the dining hall. Meanwhile he prepared a hot chocolate for himself. He had never once he ever tasted hot chocolate on a cold morning.

Few minutes later, Jacques and Apolline came in to the dining hall to see it being prepared for breakfast by Frilly. Apolline saw that the breakfast wasn't what was typically prepared by the house elves

"Frilly, who prepared the food?" Apolline asked the house elf, after Frilly put the cheese cakes properly on the table. The house elf turned to Apolline and answered her.

"The visitor, Mistress Apolline." The house elf bowed curtly to Apolline and finished preparations. No more than five minutes later, Gabrielle, carried by Perry, with Nick came down for breakfast. The last one to come in was Fleur who was wearing her daily attire dress.

"What's with the new breakfast? Typical Austrian breakfast, I see, When did you learn preparing this Apolline?" Nick asked interestingly, since he had his fair share of this kind of breakfast and it was quite nice as far as he could remember.

"Unfortunately I'm not the one who prepared it. But you can later guess who, the food is getting colder." Apolline answered dismissively as she called for a house elf and ordered it to get Harry for breakfast. After a minute Harry was sitting with them with a cup of hot chocolate and eating a cup-size cheese cake and a small piece of Schinkenspeck on his plate. Perry noticed this and asked Harry why he was eating only a small serving.

"I'm used eating little to nothing." Harry simply replied while slowly munching his cheesecake. But Perry insisted and put another couple of slice of Schinkenspeck and another cheesecake onto his plate.

"You need to eat more, we need you to gain weight. What will the visitors say if you're underweight? You're our family now, so there will be times that you will have to appear in public with us. Don't take this the wrong way, Harry, but we care for you. That's why we do this." Perry explained gently to Harry, who just nodded and accepted the additional serving in his plate.

The whole breakfast with the family was rather nice. They talked about various things like what they would do for the day. For Jean-Jacques, he had to deal with paperwork and had various meetings within the ministry. It was a very normal day for Jacques. Meanwhile Nick and Apolline would work together to create a series of potions for Harry's rehabilitation while Perry would do a general check-up on Harry. Both Gabrielle and Fleur had their own series of activities. Fleur had magical studies in subjects she couldn't take at Beauxbatons. Due to her Veela powers becoming rampant during puberty, she needed to undergo special veela training so she could control her powers better. Until she could control her powers better, she would have some home-schooling. Gabrielle would be working with her mother in the potions lab of the mansion.

When the clock ticked seven thirty, Jean-Jacques kissed Apolline and his daughters goodbye and gave Nick and Perry a wave. Harry also received a mild hair-ruffling from Jean-Jacques. After Jean-Jacques left, Apolline informed Nick who cooked breakfast. Nick, Perry and Apolline praised Harry's cooking. Gabrielle also liked the breakfast. Seeing as she liked the cheesecake the best, Harry promised to bake more cheesecake for a snack later on in the day. Fleur gave Harry's cooking a 'Passable' grade which caused Apolline and Perry to smirk. A 'Passable' grade from Fleur for food meant she liked the food and would like to have some more in near future. It also meant that Fleur acknowledged Harry's existence and it became the building blocks of their relationship. Harry, due to the way he was raised, didn't know what to say. He just merely bowed curtly and thanked them for the praise. He never felt so appreciated in his life. He could get used to cooking for them, that was for sure.

Later that day, after Harry's physical examination from Perry, the woman summarized that he was born sometime between July 31 of 1979 to July 31 1981. She also recorded some information regarding Harry's physical make-up, malnourishment, and the immense amount of magic that came from his core. She also detected huge amounts of foul magic originating from dark curses.

Perry managed to purify the foul magic and used it to develop Harry's already strong magical core even more. However, after purifying the foul magic, she detected what seemed to be a horcrux existing in Harry's scar. It wasn't an easy job to take out a horcrux from a living vessel. Usually a person would have to kill the vessel to kill the horcrux, but there were other, lesser-known ways of exorcising a horcrux from its living vessel. It took a lot of resources to be able to remove just one horcrux. Thankfully the soul was so weak that Perry didn't even need to call Rome for an exorcism ritual to be performed in St. Peter. She just needed to perform a purging ritual to 'kill' the soul, which thankfully could be performed at the chateau.

She had Harry go to sleep and levitated him towards the basement where the ritual arts were performed. The purging ritual took more than two hours to finish, the soul shrieking in agony as Perry successfully 'killed' the piece of soul inside Harry. It released an astronomical amount of magic right after it was purged and Perry thought the entire room would be blown up. By miracle or by luck, the magic was absorbed by Harry like sponge like it was rightfully his to begin with. Perry then levitated Harry back to his room and checked his signs for any changes. Right now Harry was brimming with magic. His magic was so enormous and condensed that if he cast a Stupefy spell, it would have had a bone-breaking and bludgeoning effect instead of simply stunning a person.

At the end, Perry was very tired. The ritual had taken a lot out of her but it was worth it, considering what she had accomplished today. She had been able to purge the horcrux from Harry's body. Perry decided to retire early that evening and told Apolline, Jean-Jacques and her husband that they would discuss her findings tomorrow, as it was the weekend and Jean-Jacques didn't have any appointments.

Later that night, Harry woke from his deep slumber feeling better than he had ever felt before. It was as if something heavy had been taken off his shoulders. Even though he felt much better, Harry didn't want to fully wake up, wanting to continue sleeping. However as he closed his eyes to go back to sleep, the door creaked open to reveal Fleur, who was wearing only a skimpy dark blue fitting mini shorts and a white fitting tank top that showing off her almost perfect body. She slowly walked towards Harry's bed, dragging a pillow with her. The door closed itself as Fleur closed the distance between it and Harry's bed.

Harry almost slipped under his sheets as a pair of hands grabbed his body in a possessive way, followed by a pair of legs grabbing his lower body in the same manner. He felt his head hitting soft mounds of flesh. When he opened his eyes he saw Fleur hugging him to her with his head in between her growing breasts. She was hugging him rather tightly but not too tight to cause any discomfort. Since Harry didn't know what was happening, he just simply hugged Fleur back and savored her smell. He realized at that moment that it wasn't so bad being held when he was sleeping; it gave him a sense of security for the first time in his life. He felt he could stay in that way forever.

Once again, Harry woke up at the same time he had yesterday morning and managed to wiggle his way out of Fleur's grasp. Once out of bed, he made his way towards the kitchen. On the way, he saw several of the house elves cleaning. They all bowed to him and he returned it with a nod of acknowledgement. As he reached the kitchen, he saw Perry and Apolline cooking together.

"Good morning Harry, did you get a good night's sleep?" Apolline asked, while she sliced some fruit.

"Yes, although there is something I would like to ask about Fleur" Harry replied, thinking about the events that had happened for the last two nights. Both Perry and Apolline paused and looked at him.

"What would you like to ask about Fleur, Harry dear? Isn't it way too early for this thing? You've only known her for more than a day?" Perry grinned at Harry, who had a questioning look at her comments.

"Um... I don't know what you mean Mrs. Perry, but does Fleur by any chance have a sleeping disorder?" Harry replied to Perry, who blinked in confusion. After a second, she realized what Harry was asking about.

"Call me Perry or Maman, Harry dear. As for your question, my answer would be yes. Fleur has a sleeping disorder. She's a sleep-walker. Usually she sleeps with Gabrielle as she only goes where she feels safe. Why do you ask?" Perry answered the question. Harry was glad that Fleur was just sleepwalking. Hopefully, she would stop sleep-walking to his room soon enough.

"Nothing, I just noticed it last night as she was walking. I tried to get her but she seemed to be dazed or something. So I figured I would just ask about it," Harry explained. He had lied to them, but he thought it was better to tell a half-truth for the mean time. Apolline nodded at his explanation while Perry just raised her brows, but returned to what she was doing.

Since it was Saturday everyone had some sort of work in the house later that day. Jean-Jacques was doing some paperwork, Apolline was taking care of Gabrielle, Nick and Perry were doing their own things, and Fleur was meditating to control her powers. Harry found himself inside the Delacour library. He was currently reading 'A Paragon of Magic', which had been published during 1400s. The book was about the perfection of magic and its branches and the people who excelled in those branches.

After finishing the book he found he was more interested in magic and realized that modern day magic required will and intent. He found it way too unconventional. He thought his way is much more practical since he didn't need to have a certain intent. He just molded the magic to his liking and boom, he had an application of magic that was much more conventional and easy to use. Other things he had read in the book included transfiguration, which he liked almost instantly, as well as charms. The other fields of magic that caught his attention were alchemy, potions, theorems, arithmancy, curse breaking and barrier erecting. However, what intrigued him most was Thaumaturgy and Nature Manipulation.

Thaumaturgy pertained to the field of miracle-making or true magic, which was often called was an effect of magic that couldn't be replicated by modern-day magic and Muggle science. There were five known areas true magic. Materialization of nothing, materialization of the soul, the operation of parallel worlds, the essence of time and space and the conception of miracles. The book also mentioned the rumored sixth area of true magic, which was the pinnacle of alchemy. It was the Philosopher's stone made by Nicholas Flamel. The author of the book called it 'A Piece of Origination'. Nature Manipulation was about the forces and elements of nature. The elements were Fire, Water, Lightning, Earth and Wind which could be combined to create a new 'element' like Ice (created by water and wind) and Storm (created by water and lightning). The forces of nature were things that couldn't be seen but were be felt, like gravity, force, and energy.

By the time he was finished taking down notes about his findings, Harry searched for more books about the two subjects that intrigued him. Harry was able to immediately locate various texts about Thaumaturgy, which tackled many things like the systematized dissection of magic performed by many famous wizards. Basically, the fundamental of Thaumaturgy was for the user to convert the magic inside the user's body to transform the external world to his or her will.

Learning Thaumaturgy was divided into three parts. First was the law of 'Equivalent Exchange', that stated the fact that in order to create something, another object must be given as a price. The base of all Thaumaturgy was the use of magic to produce something that either already existed or could exist. The second part was 'Reenactment', which was the basis behind Thaumaturgical Theory. It explained how miracles were reenacted, the supernatural phenomena, and lastly the Thaumaturgical theory which tackled various theories about the recreation of miracles. It believed that if the subject of a mystery "existed" the World would permit its existence. The definite affirmation of the said belief was not required. For example, even though the majority of modern humans reject the existence of ghosts, modern science could not outright demonstrate that ghosts do not exist. Thus, within the subconscious, a vague suspicion lurks that ghosts might indeed exist. This sort of "suspicion" fell under the category of "faith". "Ignorance" was the force that opposed "faith". For a theory that was weak in faith, "the power that engraves" had to be similarly infirm, and in other nations where its mystery is wholly unknown, the implementation of descendant mage-craft failed.

It took Harry a while before he was able to find a book about Nature Manipulation. It began by introducing Nature Manipulation as an advanced form of magic. It described how one molded and defined one's magic into an innate type of nature's magic, altering its properties and characteristics. Nature manipulation was one of two necessary techniques to create a new technique, the other technique being shape transformation. Very few people could use both shape manipulation and nature manipulation.

All in all, his day had been very fruitful. He was considering asking Perry or Nick about the things he had found out today. Life was being very good to him at the moment... he just didn't know what was in store for him in three years time... fu fu fu fu fu...(AN: Just my mischievous Idea)

Chapter Ends!

Author's notes: Okay folks... first and foremost... Harry is a MALE... I repeat HARRY IS A MALE!... Well the idea came to me if Beauxbatons was an all-girls-school and have Harry attend it! yes ATTEND BEAUXBATONS!.. if you think I'm going to enter him to school as a male... you're dead wrong... I won't give Harry that kind of special treatment! World is harsh so as reality... He'll have to enter the school as female.. yes female... you read that right folks! Our Harry Potter will be entering Beauxbatons as a female! How does it happens? find out next chapter! As for his 'female' name it will be Victoire Lenneth Barthomeloi. This is a very different approach of a 'fem'Harry. Don't you agree?

As for Harry's female persona qualities... i've already finished that! as well as Harry's animagus form... I was thinking in between the lines of phoenix dragon or a kitten... who knows. As for Harry's magic.. you have a gist of what he'll be learning...

As for Beauxbatons educational system... it will be very different from what you've seen on all of the fanfiction about other schools than Hogwarts. Although there will be grouping like Houses in Hogwarts... rest assured it will be a very different approach.

So that's all for now… don't forget REVIEW! Please I would really appreciate it if your review would be constructive criticism… so that I can improve my way of writing

1/27/2012