Title: Bonjour, France!

Author: Gia

E-Mail: divinechild18@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: None. Actually, one or two implications, but that's really nothing.

Time: 6th Year.

Summary: Harry, along with two Order Members travel to France to do a special job. Harry must go under the illusion of a child, but things don't go well for young Harry.

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author's Note: Side-story to "Marhabah, Egypt!". Harry mentions doing a job, in that story, so I'm writing it here.

***

"Albus, are you sure?"

"I have faith in Harry's abilities--"

"Yes, but he's only 16! Putting him through this certain mission, he'll be much more vulnerable.."

"Sirius," Albus said gently, "Don't worry. If anything goes wrong, Harry will make it through. He might just calm out unscathed, or a small scratch. Besides, aren't you the least bit curious on how he would look?"

"Well.. I am, but…"

"Harry has always wanted to show that he was able to help others. Keeping him from this, is not going to show Harry that we trust him. He is doing this on his own free will, but he would like your consent and trust in the whole matter. That's what Harry needs to hear from you."

Sigh. "Your right, as usual. I'll go see him now." Footsteps softly padded out of his office, leaving Albus.

Albus suddenly turned to the corner of the room with a smile, "You know Severus, I'm a bit surprised that Harry had lent you that invisibility cloak." The air seemed to move out of place, as Snape appeared. He looked a bit disgruntled that Albus could see through the whole disguise.

"Yes, well, Potter only lent it to me if I had promised to watch the conversation and inform him of what happened. So don't think he's doing it so we can become friends."

He smiled, "I wouldn't dream of it Severus."

***

Harry paced back and forth. Will Sirius get angry? I hope not.. If he does, what will I do? Should I quit? No.. I can't.. not even Sirius can make me, this is my one chance to prove I can do something important, really important to help.

Just then, Sirius had just entered. Keeping a blank expression on his face, he approached Harry. He motioned for both of them to sit down on the couch. Eyeing him, Harry sat down on the chair across form Sirius. "Look, Harry. I've talked with Albus.. And I know I can't stop you if I could, and I do trust you.. You have my consent to do this. But please, be careful."

Harry could've leaped up with joy, but decided not to for Sirius's sake. "Thanks Sirius." he called softly. Sirius grinned weakly back, and, trying to lighten the mood, "No problem, kid. Besides, I've always wanted to see you at that age. I don't even know if you were you a thumb sucker at that age, or a bed-wetter, or--"

SMACK!

Pulling the pillow away from his face, he regarded Harry's very blank expression. "Harry," he said softly, "You have one second to run before I come over there." Not needing to be told twice, Harry flashed him a grin before taking off like a bullet. Sirius, not yet to be put off, ran in Harry's direction. Harry had run from the room and out the door, and could not be seen anywhere. I'll just have to fix that. Grinning, he transformed into Padfoot, and sniffed.

Picking up his scent, he headed straight for the left corridor.

***

Breathing hard, Harry turned around to check if Sirius was following him. Feeling like an excited little boy, he actually squealed delightedly, and took off ahead. Preoccupied with his temporary childlike bliss, he didn't notice he was heading off into another House's territory. Slytherin.

***

Sighing, Draco kicked off the wall. He had been leaning against the wall, thinking about what to do. He had already talked with Arabella, and she had informed him about a current standby, since there was going to be a special mission to France. He was explained in detail on what was going on, like the rest of the members. Harry would be going, disguised as a child. He'd be gone for two weeks, and the headmaster would tell the school he had come ill with the flu.

Shrugging indifferently to himself, he considered Harry. Harry was built like himself, lithe and slim, yet fast and strong. Draco knew, if he put his mind to it, he could probably take Harry, and possibly win. He, of course, had had special training when he was a child to deal with such things. Even in their 6th year, Draco had gotten a bit taller, much more than Harry, who was prone to small spaces and had grown quite slowly.

Wonder what he's doing now. he thought. But then, he heard hard footsteps coming his direction. Glancing around, he stepped back behind one of the armor suits and waited.

***

He had heard Sirius coming, and bolted. Where am I going hide? he thought quickly. This was just a normal chase, but the whole hiding from the person who was it, had gotten to him. Adrenaline was pumping, and he had this unmistakable urge to run and hide, just for fun. Harry had never, done this sort of game. He'd always had run from Dudley and his friends at school, but that was different. He ran from getting beat up. This time, he ran from being tickled to death.

Skidding to do the side, he headed down a corridor, not noticing brilliant gray eyes watching him. Looking around, he had no place to hide. He could already hear the faint footsteps of Sirius coming. There was only one thing to do. Harry pulled out his wand.

***

Draco watched curiously, as Harry had come running in the small hallway he was in. Wonder what he's running for? He saw Harry's flushed face, and glancing back and forth for a place to look. His hair, slightly disheveled from the hard run. Interesting. Draco thought, eyeing Harry's ruffled state. He watched, Harry pause for a moment, as if listening. Craning his head, Draco could also make out faint footsteps.

Turning his eyes to Harry, he wondered what he would do. Eyes widened, as Harry took out his wand.. And hissed?!

***

Harry gripped his wand. He wondered vaguely if he could do this again. His last summer, during his 5th year. Harry was going through slight depression. He had tried to keep his mind off any events dealing with the Tournament, and had quickly set to his homework. He had even resorted to reading all of his schoolbook if only to get his mind off.

As if reading his mind, Hermione had sent him a book. She had piqued his interest, since she always managed to get some interesting book for him. The book had no titled, but inside, Hermione had written a note in her neat handwriting. It said:

***

Harry, this book was quite hard to find, I must say. Viktor Krum had given it to me, from his rather large library! It's a book, on rare people who could speak parseltongue. I only read a small summary about it, apparently, it shows how spells can be enhanced if the person who spoke parseltongue said the spell in parseltongue! There are even some spells inside, that aren't at all in books. The book itself is enchanted for those rare people, giving a small background. So only those who spoke, could read it.

Don't ask why, Viktor would have it, because he had said Karkaroff had given it to him. But, I thought it would interest you, since it could help. When we get back to school, let me see you try one.

Hermione

***

He had taken it, and was quickly lost in the spells and enchantments and all the book had provided.

Ever since then, he had always read it. Probably memorizing each and every word on each page. The day he got back, he had performed one of the spells, that enabled him to jump very very high. He had almost jumped over one of the turrets, before Hermione had gone very anxious and had summoned him none to gently back on the ground. She had given him a long lecture about being more careful and leaving an ugly stain on the Hogwarts grounds.

Right now though, Sirius would be coming, and he needed a spell that would help him. Thinking back, he remembered a handy spell. Concentrating, he closed his eyes, and spoke in parseltongue, "ascendere ille murus"

Hoping against hope, Harry pocketed the wand. He could already see Sirius's tall shadow coming, he had obviously changed back. Putting both hands against the wall, Harry pushed himself up.

***

Draco's eyes almost bugged out. Harry had let out three hisses, each varying in length and.. Sound. It made Harry look almost demonic. An angel dressed in devil's clothes.. Or a devil with angel's wings. he mused. He narrowed his eyes, as Harry pocketed his wand. He had expected.. Well.. He didn't know what he expected, but it certainly wasn't that.

He raised an eyebrow when Harry put both palms against the wall and--- WHAT THE HELL!?

Harry hands, seemed glued to the wall. Getting on both hand and feet, his knees bent almost touching the wall, he climbed up. He climbed up the wall, until he hung upside down on the ceiling. Draco almost stepped out ready to ask what the hell Potter was doing climbing walls, when he heard footsteps.

He could either hide again, or just lean against the wall and pretend nothing was wrong. He longed to chose the first option, but settled for the latter. He leaned back against the wall, one foot supporting, while the other was flat against the wall. The footsteps stopped, Draco put his disinterred face on and looked up. He almost looked shocked, but his mask was fairly in place.

It seems Sirius Black and Harry Potter are playing hide and go seek. he thought amusedly.

Sirius took a deep breath, and looked at Draco. He had only spoken with the boy a few times, and that was it. They were both civil to each other, but had never exchanged pleasantries. Shaking his head, he addressed him. "Did you see Harry come running this way?"

***

Harry closed his eyes. He felt like he could fall back any moment, and he didn't trust the spell very much. But he had to hold on, then he could figure out how to scare Sirius, since he felt very mischievous at the moment.

Turning his head sideways, he watched as Draco talked with his godfather. /I didn't even see him there. I hope he won't give me away./ As Draco was talking to Sirius, his eyes flickered upwards for the briefest moments. His eyes clearly said that he was stalling for him. Hm.. That's new. Ah well, I have no choice but to trust him. Eewww.. I don't think they've cleaned these ceilings for awhile.

He listened, interested, as to what Draco would say.

***

"What are you doing here, Black? This is Slytherin territory."

"Look, Malfoy, I don't care much who's territory this is. I'm just looking for my godson, so I can hit him with a specially conjured pillow."

Draco raised his perfectly plucked eyebrow. "And I should care how…"

Sirius sighed, running his hand through his hair. How did he know whether he could trust him. For all he knew, he was probably helping Harry hide. As absurd as that sounded, Sirius was very sure that could be a possibility. The two boys had been as civil as they could, giving only a few sarcastic comments, but staying virtually out of each other's way. They both had a certain cynical air about them, as it seemed, Draco could bring out Harry's.. slytherin side.

Yes, he had known about Harry almost becoming a Slytherin from Harry. Harry had told him that, in a letter over the last summer.

Going back to the task at hand, he scrutinized Draco's face. The boy had one of the best poker faces Sirius had seen. "Well, then, if you can't find him. I guess I'll have to do it." He raised his voice higher, "I didn't want to have to do this, since it's kind of cheating. But, oh well. Accio Harry!"

***

Harry almost cursed out loud. Sirius was not being fair at all, and he could already feel Sirius grinning like mad.

He gritted his teeth, as the spell was currently trying to unstick him from the corridor ceiling. If Harry had used a similar spell, not in parseltongue, he would've shot down at Sirius like a bullet, but this spell was much more stronger and depended on the person's strength in holding.

Harry could feel his grip loosening, before he shot off the wall. Only one thought stood out in his head. I hope I hit Sirius on that big head of his.

***

Sirius stood, and waited. It was taking a bit longer than he expected, and he was starting to worry. What if Harry wasn't hiding here, and had hidden on top of one of the towers, and was currently being pushed through windows and walls, and end up dead in Sirius's arms. Sirius uncrossed his arms, the grin fading from his face, as a very vivid and dramatic image played in his head.

***

Sirius's Vivid Image

Sirius eyes widened, as a very bloodied and torn Harry floated towards his out stretched arms. "Harry!?" he choked out.

Harry opened his eyes, a thin line of blood traveling down from his mouth. He gave a weak grin, "You cheated, Sirius."

Tears coursed down his eyes, as he eyed Harry's body. "Oh, Harry! Harry, I-I didn't mean to. Harry.. Where..??"

Harry coughed weakly, more blood staining his already bloodied robe, "I was hiding in Trelawney's classroom." he coughed again. "Did you know.. The trap door won't open till you beat your head on it 56 times?" he gave a small laughed.

Sirius tried to grin in response, but it turned into a grimace.

"And Sirius," Harry's bloodied hand, feebly grabbed the front of Sirius's shirt, pulling Sirius's head closer. "Did you know.. *cough* Snape has his own bathroom.. *cough* it's tile floor.. And really hard to get through.. Especially since.. *shuddering breath* he was in the bathroom at the time.. *weak laugh* he screams like a girl.. But he's hung like a bear!" Harry closed his eyes.

Sirius was torn between gagging at Harry's last sentence, or checking if Harry was..

"Harry?"

Harry cracked his eyes open, "Give the rest of my money to Ron's family, and please, keep the rest of my stuff in your vault. Keep it.. *cough* to remember me.."

"NO! Harry, you'll be alright, you'll see.."

"S-so cold, Sirius.. D'you think this is how it feels.."

"Harry.. Don't!! Stop saying that!! You can make it!!"

Harry's face lit up, as if he wasn't hurt at all. His expression normal, his trademark smile on his face, "My parents.." he breathed, "I can see them, Sirius! My mum is real beautiful…"

Sirius hugged Harry harder, crying with words failing.

"Tell.. *cough* Voldemort.. The next time you see him.. *cough* he doesn't have an arse and bald ain't beautiful.."

Harry sighed, closing his eyes. Sirius watched, wide eye, as Harry took one last breath, before going limp.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

End of Sirius's Vivid Image

***

Sirius was snapped out of his daze, when something big, connected with the back of his head very hard.

Sirius swore loudly.

Harry moaned loudly, lying on the floor. He cracked his eyes, and saw Draco, a look of concern on his face. Harry gave a small smile, and heaved himself off the floor. Rubbing at his sore back. Sirius was already standing, wincing as he touched the back of his head. Pulling out his wand, he magically healed the bruise.

"I'm not even going to ask where you were hiding. We're even."

Harry nodded, and laughed. Sirius and Draco watched him break down into laughter, "He's snapped." Draco stated. Sirius agreed, but soon, Harry's infectious laughter got to them, and they smiled.

Harry stopped, laughing, pretending to wipe a tear from his eyes. "Well, that was fun and interesting. But I think it's time for me to go and get the potion. Don't forget, we're going to have that special meeting tonight at 7. I'll be coming, in my new disguise." Flashing a grin, he took off, heading for Snape's room.

Draco watched until he couldn't see Harry, he flushed a little, when Sirius watched him. Suddenly, he grinned, "Checking out my godson, Draco?"

"W-what!? Of course not!"

"uh-huh.. Sure.." he laughed, walked away, leaving Draco very flustered.

***

End of the first chapter! ^_^ I hope you're enjoying it so far! Did I mention I adore reviews?