"Magic has rules, never forget that Harry."
Harry nodded at his teacher, watching as his mentor weaved and danced with the grace of a dancer. He memorized every flick, every step, every subtle movement the teacher made and the damage that the dummy took from the basic spells that he was throwing at it. It was all the little things that mattered in the end.
"However, those rules can be bent and even broken," the teacher said as he began to speed up and change his spells. No longer was he just shooting out stunners and reductos but conjuring and transfiguring as quick as the movement of his wand. A stone was summoned and suddenly it was transfigured in to a bear before it was once again back to a stone and suddenly exploded. Harry watched in awe as the pieces of rubble slowly faded, "much like the rules and laws of physics and such in the muggle world, the rules are ever changing. Never settle for what is known, always look for the unknown. Always learn and if you find that you have learned everything that there is possibly to be known, then discover and teach thyself. Just like the ancient wizards that created the spells we know use daily, you must create to make new and unknown spells; we are only limited to our imagination."
Harry nodded vigorously, as he made the mental note. Yes he had heard this same speech a several dozen times but the each time Harry took it to heart. It was a sort of creed that he lived by; to learn is to have power but to discover is to create power. Yes knowledge is great, the greatest thing that we could ever hope to receive but to discover. To discover is to create knowledge, and not just any knowledge, but knowledge that only you could hold, to ever truly ever understand.
"Your lesson is done Potter, I have to return but you may remain here and practice," the master said as he stored his wand once again back into the holster and pulled on his robe, which had been cast aside to allow more mobility. Harry immediately stood and removed his robe. He slowly went through the same movement as his master had done before him. The master stopped short of the door to glance back at the young boy. After so many years the boy had already mastered the set, yet Harry still practiced as if it was his first time.
"Open your stance a bit more, it will allow stability while increasing your mobility," he said to Harry. Harry nodded and quickly adjusted his stance before beginning again; just the motions, no spells. The teacher quickly stepped out and apparated with a pop a second later. Harry however, did not stop his set; it was vital that he learned the set and reviewed other spells as well.
Over the course of fourteen years Harry had seen his world change, a lot. Of course he could probably place everything on the fact that he wasn't normal, even by magical standards. Harry had always been different and he knew that from as long as he could remember. It wasn't normal for a child to be able to learn as quickly as he could and much less do the things he could. It had been difficult around the Dursley's, incredibly difficult for Harry anyways. They had mistreated him because of his heritage, of course he had no knowledge of this until about 3 years ago but the fact remained the same, they had done him wrong. Yet instead of vengeance he had just thanked them for their hospitality and walked away three years ago.
It had been only moment after his trip to Diagon Alley when he left the Dursley's. He had no idea where he was going but he knew that he would survive. He had pocketed more coin than Hagrid had noticed when Harry had visited vault. Harry wasn't sure how much it was in pounds, much less if anyone would take it but he figured that if the coin was made out of solid gold, it was worth a pretty penny. Of course he knew the price of gold per pound and would have to be smart about getting it exchanged. He couldn't exactly go to a pawnshop and pawn, people would question, they would try to pay him less than what it was worth if not downright steal it from him and claim that it was he who was trying to steal it.
As Harry was seeing it, he had two options. He was to either make a friend here in the muggle world and somehow, together figure out how to pawn the coin or return to Diagon Alley. He figured option two was the best when everything was considered. He would rather of not, he had read his history book and found out why he was famous and he was not happy. Being famous for being the only surviving member of the Potter family and the killing curse was not something anyone would really want to be famous for but he pushed it away from his mind and settled for the fact that he may never find the reason why his parents had been killed but he would do his best to become a beacon of hope that people needed when they needed one. He could have vowed vengeance but on who? The man that had killed his parents was dead and by his hand no less, not to mention that he had only been a baby at the time.
No, there was no reason to go on a rampage and seek vengeance on anyone. Besides, Harry had read enough of his cousin's comics to know that vengeance never paid out in the end. It always ended in solitude and death. That was something that Harry didn't want. No, if his parents had given their lives to protect his own, than he would do his best to make sure that it had not been in vain. Besides, he himself wanted children, maybe. He was a little young to be thinking about children, he knew that but he knew in a way he had to. The Potter family couldn't die out with him; he had to continue the legacy.
Harry was suddenly brought out of his train of thoughts as he ran into a person. Harry stumbled a bit but soon found his balance. He looked up to the man he had just bumped into and quickly apologized, "I'm terribly sorry sir, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Harry quickly noted that he had caused the man to drop his briefcase, which had popped open and had caused papers to be carried by the wind. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Harry cried out as he quickly set about to gather the papers.
"It's no trouble, I can get the papers myself," the man said hurriedly as he quickly set about picking up the papers but Harry was already chasing the papers that had been carried a bit far from the man. Harry had noticed the slight French accent the man had but none the less set about getting the papers, despite the man's dismissal.
"Here you are, again I am terribly sorry about that. I hope I haven't caused –" Harry suddenly stopped midsentence as he looked down at the papers in his hand and took notice of the heading of one of the papers, The Ministry of Magic. Harry looked at the paper for a moment then turned to the man who quickly noted that Harry had been reading the paper.
"What do you think you are doing boy?" the man asked angrily.
"I'm sorry but are you a wizard too?" Harry asked curious
The man's anger quickly faded as he looked at Harry then for the first time noted the boy's scar, he face was lit up with shock before it broke into a smile, "Harry Potter! At last!" the man suddenly engulfed Harry in a hug. Harry went rigid from the contact, he was not accustom to hugs or any form of contact other than a beating.
"I'm sorry sir but I have no idea who you are," Harry said to the man, who quickly released Harry.
"Didn't they tell you?" the man questioned Harry.
"Tell me what?" Harry asked confused.
The man suddenly had a troubled look on his face, he quickly looked around and seemed to note something as he quickly stood, "Come Harry, gather your things we must talk somewhere a bit more private. Come now, gather your things."
Harry looked in the direction that the man had looked in but found nothing out of the ordinary. None the less this man seemed to know who he was and furthermore didn't seem hostile. Harry quickly picked up his dropped backpack, duffle bag and began to tug at his chest which had Hedwig on top in her cage. The man however took the chest from Harry and began to pull it. Harry removed Hedwig's cage from the top of the chest.
"Release the bird Harry, we don't want to attract attention," the man murmured.
"But how will I find her," Harry panicked at losing his solitary friend.
"She will return to you when you need her, she is a magical creature, she is bound to your magic and will know when you need her or when you want her to return," the man quickly explained. Harry was a little reluctant but let Hedwig out of her cage. The bird hopped onto his should for a moment, cooed before it suddenly took flight.
Harry watched as the bird disappeared before he turned and found the man putting Hedwig's cage in the trash, "Hey I need that!"
"No you don't, it's completely unnecessary actually," the man said, "come now Harry. We have to move quickly before – "
Suddenly the man whipped out his wand and pointed it at an approaching old man. The man was interesting looking as he wore the strangest clothes on an old man he had ever seen. He wore a purple coat, a blue button up, brown trousers that were extremely short on the bottom, Christmas socks and shoes that looked like they belonged in the 19th century. Harry wondered why the man had pulled out his wand on the old man.
"Come now Monsieur Delacour, you know I cannot allow you take young Harry here," the old man said unfazed by the wand pointed at him.
"You know as well as I do that Harry Potter has been court ordered to be under the protection of the French Ministry of Magic in order to ensure his safety and – "
"And he has been protected has he not?" the old man said all too grandfatherly for the comfort of Harry. The old man was nice but he seemed a bit strange.
"Not by the protection of France. In fact ever since that night, we have been unable to find him, no one has been able to find him. And when you were questioned, you stated that you had no knowledge of where the boy was. That was a down right lie, which is why we have never stopped looking for the boy," Delacour said, never taking his wand or eye off of the old man, "now I have spent years trying to get the English Ministry to support my attempts at arresting you or at least have a team to aid in my search yet once again the ministry protected you stating that there wasn't enough evidence to support an arrest nor were they inclined to charter a team since there was no evidence that the boy was in danger. Yet they also had no knowledge of where the boy was. I have the original papers signed by both ministers of magic, the Potters and myself stating the boy comes under the protection of France and myself should the Potters die. You have no right to be here Dumbledore."
"You must understand Delacour that Harry must remain in England and more importantly in the house of his relatives, it ensures his upmost safety," Dumbledore began to explain.
"I will not allow you to take the boy Dumbledore, they may allow you to continue to play your games here in England but we both know that you have no sway outside these borders. Don't think we haven't forgotten about Grindelwald."
"I defeated Grindelwald, everyone knows that," Dumbledore countered.
"You may have everyone here fooled but everyone else has done their research, you were once on the same side. France has certainly not forgotten the massacre you caused in your campaign with Grindelwald," Delacour said coldly
Dumbledore's expression from friendly to cold as he replied, "I had nothing to do with those killings, I never even set foot into France."
"You had everything to do with those killings," Delacour said, "now I think I've humored you enough." With that Delacour grabbed Harry by the shoulder and with a pop they disappeared before Dumbledore had a chance to stop them.
"Monsieur Delacour you have doomed us all," Dumbledore said sadly as he too apparated away. Hogwarts was going to be one student short this year.
Harry's world had rapidly changed after that. After arriving in France his wand was quickly replaced by a custom wand made specifically to his needs. Unlike England, every wand was made specifically for a person. After noticing the state of his clothes Monsieur Delacour also replaced that. Harry of course was in total shock at receiving anything new and had tried to pay but found that Monsieur Delacour refused to take his money.
"What about school?" Harry asked at the end of the day as they were in route to the Ministry to have all of Harry's vaults transferred to France.
"You shall be attending Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, in Southern France," Delacour said as he ushered Harry through the golden gates that surrounded the French Ministry of Magic. Harry noted that Goblins guarded the gates and that they acted quite friendly to many of the wizards strolling by who said hi.
"Here in France we are more liberal when it comes to magical creatures, here we recognize them as equals, although they chose to have their own schools and do not have wands, a matter I myself am trying to change," Delacour explained to Harry.
"Ah Jean, comment allez-vous?" A man asked as he saw Jean and Harry enter the Ministry. Harry took notice that the man was a monstrosity, he could have been as tall as Hagrid, yet he was more muscular and dark skinned
"Très bien, merci. Et vous?" Jean replied with a smile at man
"Je vais bien," the man replied before he took notice of the boy, "Bonjour!"
"Hi," Harry said weakly.
"Hello, I'm sorry did I frighten you? We don't have many English speakers here often," the man said, "I am Ambroise, I welcome you to the French Ministry," Ambroise said in perfect English.
Harry smiled at the man, "It's nice to meet you, I'm Harry, Harry Potter sir."
Ambroise face was written in surprise as he looked at the boy and then the boy's forehead, "Well welcome to France Harry, it's good to finally have you home."
Harry nodded at the man with a smile. Jean smiled at the interaction before he turned to Ambroise once again, "Ambroise I will see you later, I have to speak with the secretary of the treasury to have young Mr. Potter's accounts and vaults transferred to France."
"Of course, of course," Ambroise said as he signed them in and gave them each a golden badge, "sorry to the delay, it's on the second floor, second door to your right."
The transfer went smoothly thought they did have a slight hiccup when the found out that Harry had in fact several vaults to transfer including the Back family vaults. It required a couple of signed papers but in the end Jean walked out with a very happy and rich Harry. Of course he had gained titles but addressing people by such names had become outdated. They were useless in the end.
"How about we go home Harry?" Jean said with a small smile to the boy. Harry nodded excited to finally be going home. Jean smiled at Harry, he was a little unsure on how he would react to Fleur and Gabrielle, his two young girls.
As Jean would soon find, Harry was actually quite fond of the two girls after he found that they treated him just as well as they did their own children. Of course the girls were immediately smitten with the boy, a childhood crush that Jean and Apolline were sure that the young ladies were going to grow out of but instead they found that it only seemed to grow as they grew. It was a bit unusual since they lived in the same home and were basically brother and sisters yet that same love grew. The biggest concern was the age gap. Harry was three years younger than Fleur and one year older than Gabrielle, at this young of an age, things could get weird and fast. Yet they lived in harmony for those three years.
Marriage contracts were outdated in France but not uncommon. It served more to protect the couple than to formally bind them. Now in days either party could break the contract if they so choose, no hard feelings, and no consequences. Jean and Apolline were hesitant to draw up a contract, after all they were so young and feelings could be changed. When Fleur went through her maturity of becoming a veela and the veela allure began to manifest everyone in the house worried on how it would affect Harry since he was a male after all and yet the boy seemed unfazed by the allure. Of course he had called her beautiful but did nothing to try impress her. Fleur had kissed Harry that day, who could forget that day.
It had been a couple weeks into the vacation on Harry's second year. Fleur was stunning but had yet to go into her veela maturity, in fact Apolline was a little concerned at the lateness of it and began to wonder if she would even go through it and was just late for normal puberty. Fleur of course was a bit happy but depressed at the same time at the news and had spent the afternoon out on their private beach alone sitting in the sand. Harry wanted to go out there and comfort her but he had private lessons all afternoon and wasn't able to skip them.
Fleur had spent of the afternoon crying of course. She wanted so badly to come into her maturity, hoping that Harry would begin to see her as more of a woman and eventually ask her to be his girlfriend. Sure it was a bit strange since he was younger than her but Harry was perfect for her and she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, even if he was younger than her. Gabrielle had joined her and laid her head on Fleur's should and snuggled into her side. Fleur was thankful to have her sister with her when Harry couldn't, they understood each other and Gabrielle understood her better than anyone else in the world.
It was in this state that Harry found them around 5 in the afternoon. The sun was beginning to make its final stretch in the sky, it would be another 2 hours before the sun would set but the sky had already begun to change colors.
Harry carefully sat down next to Fleur who immediately had latched onto him. Harry liked Fleur, more so than anyone thought, she was his best friend and his partner in crime, joining several times on his occasional trip to detention. As one of the few boys that went to Beauxbatons, he was constantly in the spotlight and the receiving end of more than a few crushes. Of course the fact that Harry was always around arguably the most beautiful girl in the school made him the forbidden fruit and ultimate goal for any girl at Beauxbatons. This is turn made Fleur extremely protective of her relationship with Harry even if they weren't exactly dating.
Harry sighed as he knew what was going through the mind of Fleur. It was a storm, a confusing storm in truth. He knew that she badly wanted to reach her full maturity; looking like you were barely a second year when you were in fact a fifth year student was not in any way a good thing. Yet she knew the consequences of being a veela weren't exactly great, especially the allure aspect of it. Harry did the only thing he could think that would give her some comfort and kissed her. It was a chaste kiss but one that would be remembered for the rest of their lives. Fleur began to glow, not figuratively but literally, and in a blinding flash she transformed. One minute Harry was holding a girl around his age the next he was hugged a young and beautiful woman.
It was quite a shock to everyone but an even bigger shock when Gabrielle began to go the same transformation as well. When everything was said and done Harry was sitting next to two very beautiful girls that could have passed as twins. They smiled to each other before they looked hesitantly to Harry, worried he be affected by the allure. Harry had a look of shock on his face before he broke into his crooked grin and hugged Fleur and then Gabrielle, "Congratulations Fleur and Gabby." He stood and slowly began to stroll away towards the house.
Harry was a bit sad, he had hoped in the least that Gabrielle would transform later as well yet they had both left him behind now. They would find some guy and would forget all about him. He had only made it to the edge of the beach before he felt two hands slip into his.
The contract was written up and signed by the end of the summer. Jean was reluctant, Apolline was hesitant, but the three were happy. It was odd to make a three way contract but it was still legal given the circumstances. Jean had gotten into a legal battle over the idea itself when the contract was in its beginning stages but a review of old records revealed that a three way marriage was in fact very much so legal still in the magical world and because the contract was drawn up sooner than the lawmakers could legalize the law, Harry and the young girls were to be the last legal three or more marriage ever to be performed…ever.
The wedding of course was not to be until Gabrielle graduated and there were no pre nor post clauses to the marriage, just that there was a promise to wed each other which was all that they needed anyways.
Private lessons soon turned into the main form of teaching for Harry. It was a bit difficult to keep Harry challenged. He could almost immediately pick up anything that was taught to him though he did find that it was a bit more difficult for Harry to pick up transfiguration, well direct order transfiguration. If one asked Harry to transfigure a rock to a mouse it would instead become a rock rat. It was actually quite humorous and sometimes frightening to watch Harry transfigure items. You could never actually get him to transfigure something entirely; it was much easier to ask him to conjure something directly. For example you should never ask Harry to transfigure a table into a lion, because what you have instead is a lion made of the material the table was originally made of, animated of course. In fact most of the time the animal was deadlier in the alternate form than in its original form.
Harry however specialized in a magic that was far more deadly and quite borderline dark at times, magic of the mind. It fascinating really because the possibilities were endless in this branch of magic yet it was a difficult and detail orientated art. Harry would spend hours in the library during the summer reading book after book on the subject
Harry had gone through many teachers before Jean was finally able to find one that was able to keep up Harry himself. He was an interesting wizard; he and Harry were very much alike in terms of learning and personality. His name was Trent Mortlock, and he was the best. A world ranked duelist who had retired early on in his career, now he worked as a bounty hunter. Trent had spent the last ten years traveling the world tracking down criminals after watching the last war he decided to become a player in the game of catching criminals. It had started out a sort of game for him, nothing more than just testing his limits but the game quickly became personal when his wife was killed. He had watched as his wife was tortured and then gutted like an animal in front of him. From that day on he left his playful demeanor and had adopted a more serious and deadly approach to everything. It wasn't just a game or a hobby anymore to him, he was dancing with death and he was determined to be the one to come out on top.
As such he and Harry had common grounds and this helped in the lessons. Trent and Harry functioned as one really, it was a relationship that surpassed teacher and student, they were the same person, fighting the same fight, dancing the same dance. Apart from training Harry, Trent spent his time helping the French Auror Department catch criminals. He no longer chased down criminals but he usually spent his time reviewing crime scenes, and revealing clues that were not seen from his years of experience.
Harry finished the last of his set when suddenly Apolline entered the training room. Harry quickly pulled on his robe, and stowed away his wand. Apolline smiled at Harry before she spoke softly, "I was beginning to worry about you."
"I am sorry mum, I get lost in my training," Harry said as he took deep breathes trying to calm his heart rate.
"It's quite alright Harry," she said with a smile, "Fleur and Gabrielle have returned." Harry smiled brightly. They had gone to visit their veela grandmother in eastern France for a week. Harry had chosen to not to join them since it he would be surrounded by nothing but females, veela no less which would have made his stay extremely uncomfortable.
Harry hugged Apolline before he quickly went into his room and into his shower. Less than 5 minutes late he was rushing down to the kitchen when he caught sight of them. Fleur and Gabrielle were sitting in the waiting room. He ran down the steps and jumped the last 5 steps and was engulfed in a hug the moment he touched down.
"Harry we missed you," Fleur murmured into his shoulder.
"I missed you too," said as he kissed her shoulder and neck causing her to giggle.
"Come on, I want to say hi too," Gabrielle said frowning. Fleur smiled and pecked him on the lips. As soon as Fleur had taken a step back Gabrielle engulfed him in a hug and gave him a little less than appropriate kiss. Harry smiled into the kiss but pulled back a bit much to the disappointment of Gabrielle.
"I'm going to assume you missed me," he said huskily and began to trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck before he suddenly stopped and stepped back, leaving Gabby's embrace. Gabby pouted at Harry's teasing. It was a game she and Harry played, a game Fleur wasn't very fond of. When she was in a kissing mood there were no games. Gabby however, being the younger, was always in kissing mode and was more adventurous than her sister.
"I'm glad you two are home," Harry said as he looked at the two young ladies, "I was beginning to think you two had forgotten about me."
Both girls smiled and gave him a kiss on the check, "we could never forget you Harry," Fleur said, "now tell us what you did while we were away."
It was several hours later when they were called to eat dinner, Jean had finally gotten some time off of work to join them. The entire summer he had been held up in the office with something important that apparently could not be shared to them.
It was unusually quite as Jean looked extremely tired and everyone was just glad to see him. After ten minutes of intense silence he suddenly stopped and set his fork down. Everyone froze as they turned to him. He had an intense look on his face, hands folded in front of him, "Children, there is something I feel I must forewarn about this coming year." The three teenagers glanced at each other, "It is…forbidden but I feel it is a must to ensure your safety." All three nodded, "Over a century ago there was a tournament, a tournament that was held every five years or so. This tournament was between 3 students, one each from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. For obvious safety issues this tournament was stopped as the death rate became incredibly high. Dumbledore has…revived this tournament in order to promote international friendship and cooperation."
Harry's expression darkened at the mention of Dumbledore, "Why?" he asked
"I asked the very same question, siting that the tournament was incredibly dangerous," Jean replied, "yet somehow he was able to convince the French and Norwegian Ministry to allow the tournament to be revived. This upcoming year you will spending the school year at Hogwarts."
Fleur and Gabby glanced at Harry, they were scared of what his reaction. He looked down at his plate before he looked up and smiled at everyone, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
Everyone let out a sigh of relief and continued with dinner, this time conversation soon took hold though Harry was pensive on what the future would hold for him come school in two weeks.
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