I do not own Harry Potter, though I wish I did. I do however own Ambural and her supporting characters. Please, do try to enjoy it. Also, R&R please. BTW, if there are any mistakes in the French, please let me know.
There was a knock on the door. Wearily, a girls with long auburn strands and piercing olive eyes looked up from the dish she was washing.
"OUVRIS LA PORTE!" A cold voice called from the next room. The girl sighed and dried her hands.
"Oui, Oncle Jean-Claude…" She walked to the door and opened it. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the figure at the door. It was none other than the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witch craft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore.
"Ambural, my Dear, you've grown…" He said with a warm smile, his crystal blue eyes sparkling. The girl, Ambural, stood in awe.
"Arrière-grand-pére…?" She asked quietly. Dumbledore continued to smile. "Oh, uh, come in…" She mumbled, her English drenched in a French accent.
"Is your Uncle around? I'd like to have a word with him." Dumbledore said. Ambural nodded.
"Oncle Jean-Claude! C'est pour vous!" Ambural said walking into a room that hung heavy with smoke. Her uncle looked at her. "C'est pour vous, Oncle…" She said softly. Jean-Claude got up.
"Tu as fini faire la vaiselle?" Ambural shook her head. He glowered at her. "Fini! Allez!" With that, Ambural rushed back in to the kitchen as her uncle walked to meet her great-grandfather.
"Ah… Jean-Claude, it's nice to see you again." Dumbledore said in a content voice.
"I wish I could say zee same about you, Albus. What iz it I can 'elp you with?" Jean-Claude said, folding his arms. Dumbledore gave him a serious look.
"I've come to collect my great-granddaughter." Jean-Claude laughed bitterly.
"Now, you come, Albus. After deux yearz. After deux yearz of 'er being in my custody. Now you want yer gerl. What if I don't want to give 'er up? After all, you it wazn't you who came to take 'er under yer wing when my mother died. It waz me. I took that… that mess of a gerl into my house. Into my family. I put 'er through deux yearz of school!" Albus looked at him calmly.
"It wasn't the righ-"
"It wazn't zee right time, Albus? What makes zis zee right time?"
"I'll pay you if you want. But I've come for my great-graddaughter." Jean-Claude still looked angry. He turned to call Ambural, only to see her with her trunk and suitcase packed.
"J'ai fini." She whispered as she dragged both out the door. "Au revoir, Oncle. Merci." With that, Albus and Ambural Dumbledore left the manor in Tours.
There was a knock on the door. Wearily, a girls with long auburn strands and piercing olive eyes looked up from the dish she was washing.
"OUVRIS LA PORTE!" A cold voice called from the next room. The girl sighed and dried her hands.
"Oui, Oncle Jean-Claude…" She walked to the door and opened it. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the figure at the door. It was none other than the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witch craft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore.
"Ambural, my Dear, you've grown…" He said with a warm smile, his crystal blue eyes sparkling. The girl, Ambural, stood in awe.
"Arrière-grand-pére…?" She asked quietly. Dumbledore continued to smile. "Oh, uh, come in…" She mumbled, her English drenched in a French accent.
"Is your Uncle around? I'd like to have a word with him." Dumbledore said. Ambural nodded.
"Oncle Jean-Claude! C'est pour vous!" Ambural said walking into a room that hung heavy with smoke. Her uncle looked at her. "C'est pour vous, Oncle…" She said softly. Jean-Claude got up.
"Tu as fini faire la vaiselle?" Ambural shook her head. He glowered at her. "Fini! Allez!" With that, Ambural rushed back in to the kitchen as her uncle walked to meet her great-grandfather.
"Ah… Jean-Claude, it's nice to see you again." Dumbledore said in a content voice.
"I wish I could say zee same about you, Albus. What iz it I can 'elp you with?" Jean-Claude said, folding his arms. Dumbledore gave him a serious look.
"I've come to collect my great-granddaughter." Jean-Claude laughed bitterly.
"Now, you come, Albus. After deux yearz. After deux yearz of 'er being in my custody. Now you want yer gerl. What if I don't want to give 'er up? After all, you it wazn't you who came to take 'er under yer wing when my mother died. It waz me. I took that… that mess of a gerl into my house. Into my family. I put 'er through deux yearz of school!" Albus looked at him calmly.
"It wasn't the righ-"
"It wazn't zee right time, Albus? What makes zis zee right time?"
"I'll pay you if you want. But I've come for my great-graddaughter." Jean-Claude still looked angry. He turned to call Ambural, only to see her with her trunk and suitcase packed.
"J'ai fini." She whispered as she dragged both out the door. "Au revoir, Oncle. Merci." With that, Albus and Ambural Dumbledore left the manor in Tours.