AN: First of all, I appreciate the positive reviews I got.

When I wrote this chapter, I realised that the most difficult parts to write are the dialogues, so I will appreciate it if there are comments on the dialogues for improvement, although I won't be using too much.

I may use the words Britain and England interchangeably; I know the difference but sometimes I can't even keep track of which word I used and where; besides it almost never makes a difference in the harry potter series.

Partial Veela concept: I have made out the Veela race to be either Veela or human, no partial nature. Its simply a gene that is passed on just as simply as the rest of the genes. Only difference: the girls who have the gene will be Veela; and even though the male are capable of carrying the gene, there is no male Veela.

Chapter 2

September 1, 1991

The headmaster's office of hogwarts was completely silent, even though the man sitting in the headmaster's chair was breathing normally. He was deep in thought. For the life of him he could not understand where had Harry Potter disappeared to. The life monitoring charm that he had subtly placed on him when he visited the Potters after Harry's birth told him that he was alive and under healthy and happy conditions. The tracking charm had been removed the night his parents died. He could not understand who could have taken him when the only friends of his parents were either unable to do so, or were not available to do so or they would have told him if they would have done so.

Anyway, letters had been sent to students who will be attending Hogwarts a month back and there had been no response. Obviously, the owl had been unable to find the boy. He will have to wait and see if he is aware of the fact that he is a wizard, and whether he will opt for Hogwarts or not.

September 1, 1991

Today was the first day for school for Harry Martin, his actual last name being hidden for security reasons. He was very excited. When his elder sister had gone to Beauxbatons for the first time three years ago, he felt lonely even though he had gabrielle's house to go to. He loved his sister very much and it was a very tearful Harry who returned from the school that day. He ate very less and didn't talk for a week, before his parents had called their daughter back for family emergency. After Abella calmed Harry down and explained that he will see her again at Christmas, Easter and spend the summer with him and then he would come himself to the Beauxbatons after 3 years, he gained his previous spirits.

Now was his turn to go to the school. Last year, his father had left his auror job and taken a teaching post at Beauxbatons as Charms professor and assistant Defense professor alongwith his uncle Remus who took the job of Defense professor and assistant professor for Charms so that his father mainly stayed at home and only spent a few nights a month in the palace that was beauxbatons.

He saw Gabrielle entering from the floo of the living Room and went to her and greeted her in their native French, 'All ready Gabrielle?'

'Yes, my trunk is right outside the door. Do you know where Abella is? I couldn't find Fleur in our home and dad said that she had already come here.'

'Oh, they're in Abella's room. I don't know what they are doing, but they seem to be very excited about whatever it is.'

'We were chatting about things that little kids are not allowed to listen to', said the elder Veela sister ruffling Harry's already messy hair, gaining a glare from him.

'Don't call us kids. You're only 3 years older than us,' Harry said in mock-anger.

'And you behave more immaturely than even us,' said Gabrielle, glaring at her sister.

'Alright, alright' Fleur immediately backed off knowing that she would be berated for teasing her sister and assumed brother, for that was what she thought of him as.

The friendly banter continued, until the adults came and took them to the school. The two new entrants were sorted into the same house as their elder sibling.

Life had been good so far and it was about to get interesting for these two as they entered their first year at school.

June 30, 1992

Harry had just arrived from school after completing his first year, along with his sister. The last month had been quite interesting in that their Potions professor was possessed by Voldemort and working under the directions of the evil man. He wanted to used the philosopher's stone to gain immortality and had thus come here looking for it. Fortunately the stone was secure, but unfortunately the possession meant that the professor was killed. The information about the incident was fairly secret but the only problem was that it had gotten out that it was Harry Potter who had come to the school posing as Harry Martin. Press had been fair in their description of the events as far as was known to them. But the English press, whose papers had been subscribed by the influential members of the society including Harry's father and Adrian Delacour, was very critical and even vindictive towards the French ministry and press alike, saying that their savior and hero had been stolen from them and the French should be ashamed of it.

Harry didn't care for this, he knew that his father, with the help of the Ministry would be able to handle it. And so he didn't think too much of it.

'Mum, we're home,' his sister called from beside him.

Darcey came in from the kitchen where she had been preparing dinner for the return of her two kids, and immediately scooped them in a hug. 'Oh my babies, I missed you so much these 10 months. The home seems so empty without you two. But now you are finally here.'

'Mum, we came home for Christmas and Easter, remember?' Abella asked rolling her eyes.

Harry chuckled at the everyday arguments that started between mother-daughter and said, 'Mum, I am hungry. Can I please get some food? You guys can argue later.'

'At least wait for your father. He won't be long' his mother chided him.

The dinner was more lively than ever, since it was after a long time, that they would be staying together for a quite a while.

The next few days were a bit tense for Pierre as he had to do a lot of work to keep Harry in his home while also trying to secure his family from potential miscreants. Remus had been quite helpful in convincing the French Ministry that they had done the right thing by letting Harry stay in France, as one of his parents' best friends. Albus had tried to convince him to return Harry to England, but Remus was convinced that because of having so many posts under him, Albus was obviously not thinking properly. The British Ministry had, of course, ignored the werewolf's opinion on Harry's return to Britain completely, due to the prejudices against him.

It wasn't that Remus didn't want to go to the place, though he had more than one reason not to want to go there but he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to. Not only would he be unable to find a job and be persecuted by the Ministry and the public in general, but it would be a lost cause even if he did make it there.

She was already married and had a son with the man he perhaps hated the most in the world as that man had first taken his beloved from him and then propagated the anti-werewolf laws as if to add insult to injury. Only Lily had known about their love. He had made her promise that she would not reveal it to even James as he knew the whimsical nature of the person whom he once considered as best friend.

Now, he was confused what to make of him; it seems that Pettigrew was the only other friend who he could have trusted besides Lily and his love. It still didn't make sense to him; how could Black betray his own best friend and how could the wizard-who-was-afraid-of-his-own-shadow (Pettigrew) could stand up to the Black knowing that he had joined Voldemort. The report of Pierre only added more questions than answers, and the only way of getting answers would be to go back to England which was not possible at the moment.

A 12 year old girl was sitting in her room thinking about the recently unveiled secret of her best friend. He was the boy who she had read so much about, though now she knew they were all lies except that he survived the killing curse of Voldemort. She was initially upset at him for hiding his real identity from her for so long. After some discussions with her father and mother, she came to understand that the only reason even Fleur was included in on the secret was because she was already 4 years old, at the time he was brought and even though she could not understand the situation then, she certainly could remember that there was a new 1 year old addition to the family of her best friend.

Even though she understood it logically and convinced everyone that she was over the whole issue, there was a seed of doubt inside her mind over her best friend. She was going through puberty and it took a worse toll on Veela than normal people. She was already a pretty and cute girl who everyone adored over; now with the Veela gene finally showing its true potential, she would be gaining unwanted attention from boys. She had thought that Harry, being her best friend ever since she could remember, will be someone who she will be able to rely upon no matter what the situation was. But now, she wasn't so sure.

She was broken out of her thoughts when the boy in question entered the room after a single knock with a broom in his hands.

'Hey Gabrielle, want to come for a ride?'

'Sure'

With that Gabrielle picked up her broom and the two youngsters made their way down and out into the grounds that surrounded the Delacour home.

They didn't stick to any particular sport, just enjoyed themselves while flying sometimes playing the game of tagging, sometimes throw-and-catch and other times they followed each other as they tried to imitate the others' skills.

'Gabrielle'

'Yes'

'You aren't still mad at me, are you?'

Confused at what would prompt him to ask such a question, she said 'No Harry, I already said that I am okay with that. Why do you ask?'

'Well you have stopped coming as frequently as you used to come earlier to our home and you don't talk to me much.'

'That is because the school has only just finished a week ago and I wanted to relax a bit' , that was half truth as the statement was true but that wasn't the reason she had behaved in such a way, but as long as he believed that, there was no problem; besides he was still her friend, a small misunderstanding couldn't break that.

When Fleur had been told the truth about the brother of her best friend, she had been a bit surprised but she mostly ignored that because she was just a first year at the time. Now though with full maturity, she could certainly better understand things and now she realised that the intensity of the fact that Harry Potter was living as her friend's brother; it was only magnified with the happenings of the last year. It just meant that she would have to, with the help of Abella, keep an eye out for both Harry and Gabrielle to see that no one hurt them.

She was very intelligent and proud of her skills, especially in charms, even the teacher (harry's father) commended her saying that she is much better than he was at her age. Now she would put that skill to good use. Because of recent enmity with the rest of the student population, she already had to learn to defend herself; now there were two more who she will defend; from the events of her first year, she knew that harry was not only intelligent, but also very emotional and attached to his family, and she would be damned if anyone hurt her brother (or sister). Event though he was more attached to Abella emotionally, he connected to her on a more intellectual level. Because of this they understood each other in a way different from normal siblings.

She also knew that gabrielle liked harry and given a couple years, she would probably start dating him since she was his best friend and he probably liked her back. She hoped that gabrielle wasn't too hurt because of the silly misunderstanding; after all, it wasn't harry's fault. He had done what others had told him to for his benefit. Well, only time would tell what would happen of the two.

Abella was thinking along similar lines as her best friend, the only difference being on the approach. She wasn't particularly intelligent, but she was ambitious and did hard work to get it; not only that, she was very outgoing and regularly talked to teachers even headmistress and because of all this, she more than made up for her intelligence and was just as famous as Fleur.

Her personality was such that, if it wasn't for her appearance and voice, people would consider her a boy. She spoke very loudly and many times without thinking (which was responsible for more than half the detentions she had been assigned), she would regularly accept dares from people for bet and also sometimes play pranks. All this got her in many fights even with her own friends and brother, but at the end of the day, everyone made up with her knowing that she didn't mean any harm and without her, they wouldn't laugh half as much.

She had already decided with Fleur when she came to her house, that Remus and her dad would be looking after their siblings along with their help, at school. But she was afraid because the news had travelled to Britain that harry was living here and they had been demanding that he been returned ever since. She didn't want to lose her brother. Ever since he was brought, she absolutely adored her brother and danced to his every whim; of course, as they got older, she made him dance as well, but her attachment to him grew every day. It was only evident now, how much she was attached to him, when she was being threatened of being robbed of her brother. She was scared of this, and the attachment she held for him, although she didn't tell anyone.