((A/N - I understand it has been a little while (dodges all the flying tortoises- HEY! How did you guys figure out I hate them? You are just mean… anyway give me a chance to finish explaining. Well a couple of weeks ago I was out for a walk when all of a sudden I was in a circular room with me tied to a chair. I couldn't see a door but there was a note on the floor that said if I found the door I could leave. I spent days and nights searching for that door and all so I could get home and write a new chapter for you guys. A couple of days ago I finally found the door… who would have guessed it was on the ceiling? Well anyway I spent the next day climbing up to the door and was half way there when a man entered the room through a trap door on the floor. He told me there had been a mistake and it wasn't me they were after so they let me go. I ran straight home and typed up this next chapter for you lot and that it why it took a while… :D ))

"Oh God," that was Harry's first voiced thought when he awoke. Slowly blinking as to adjust to the light, he looked at the three figures in the room who were watching him as he slowly lifted up and placed his glasses on his face properly.

"What happened?" he asked tentatively as if afraid of the answer.

"You fainted," Fleur stated in a not so quiet voice; that although beautiful and musical, also felt as if it was drilling a hole into his head.

Harry groaned as he realized it hadn't been a dream. "This has to be some sick kind of joke," Harry announced once he had again found his bearings. "Magic is not real… everyone knows that. My Aunt and Uncle have always taught me that and if I said anything different they would—" Harry cut himself off having realized where he was taking the conversation.

"What would they do to you, Harry?" Apolline asked calmly although she had a feeling of what they did to him.

"It's nothing," Harry said, "They would just… tell me it was wrong." Why on earth did I hesitate? They are going to know something is going on now. They are— they are looking at me as though I am lying although I suppose I am.

"Harry, I don't want to imply anything, but it didn't seem like that's all they did when you were speaking…" Nicolas stated to the young boy before him, hoping to persuade the boy to tell the truth. "Now I know that it is not my place but as a concerned friend I have to ask… did they ever hurt you?" Seeing the scared look across Harry's face he continued on. "Did they hurt you in any way at all, Harry? Did they hit you? Shout at you a lot? Even if all they ever did was call you names, I would like to help, my boy; all I need is your statement." And everything he said was the truth. He truly did want to help Harry. Here in France, child abuse was deemed as bad as killing, almost everyone would do anything to stop it.

"N-No," Harry stuttered his eyes wide and darting around the room as if scared of something. Apolline looked at Harry and could tell he was lying. He was just a child and although he had very good manners he was a very bad liar.

"Harry—" she said sadly before being cut off by the young child.

"Harry. Please tell me it's not true. They— they didn't, did they?" asked a disbelieving Fleur. Catching Harry's eyes she found out all she needed to know and threw herself onto him; giving him a huge hug while she burst into tears.

"Mon Dieu," stated Apolline looking from the two children, to her husband who looked very angry. "Nicolas! We need to do something about him," Apolline stated to her husband who now, at this moment in time, looked his actual age.

"I know, mon amour. I know. But we will have to wait until morning so I can get to work and file out the papers," he told the worried woman before him with an expression of extreme regret, which showed he wanted to get it done as soon as possible.

A couple of minutes later Fleur stopped crying and lifted herself up off of Harry and wiped her eyes. "I can't believe anyone could be so… so le mal! You must stay here now. You have to…" Fleur trailed off.

"I can't," Harry replied "as much as I would love to, you wouldn't be able to. I have told people before about the abuse and whenever they try to help they end up not remembering or going missing. I won't let that happen to you. You have already helped me too much, but I must really be going home now." And as he got up to leave, Nicolas moved over to the door blocking him.

"Harry, I'm sorry. We can't let you go back to those horrid people. And as for the people you told this problem to… well, it looks like a witch or wizard is interfering with your life." Apolline explained as gently as she could, given the circumstances.

"Wait… you were serious about the magic thing?" Harry asked confused.

"Of course we were," Fleur answered. "I wouldn't joke about something as important as this."

"But that's just… unbelievable" Harry exclaimed.

"Harry have you ever done anything you didn't understand? Made something float when you were angry or upset?" Nicolas questioned the young boy before him who was looking at him as though he was crazy. Harry thought about it for a bit and realized that he had made his hair grow back when he was frightened; he had found himself on top of the roof when Dudley and his gang were chasing him…the more he thought about it the more he realized that many things he couldn't understand had happened before but he had just pushed them to the back of his mind so he didn't have to worry.

"Yes," Harry barely breathed it out but all the occupants of the room heard him. Fleur had a huge smile on her face while her parents were looking at Harry in a knowing way. "Yes I have," Harry repeated, but louder this time as if testing how it felt. He realized that there were many times when he would get the work that the Dursley's gave him done in half the time it should have took, and that he would always get wronged for it. He had never really given it any thought until now…

Harry was brought out of his thoughts by a tapping on his shoulder. He looked up into Fleur's eyes and realized that he was different. But not naughty or bad as his relatives said he was. He wasn't a good-for-nothing or a time waster. He wasn't any of those things. If he could take a guess he would say his parents weren't drunken maniac's either. His relatives did get one thing right though. He was a freak. He wasn't exactly normal.

He was magical…

(( A/N - Sorry this chapter is so short and it isn't as good as the other two but hey i figured anything is better than nothing right? Again i have to apologize for the huge wait and hope that you will still review... please? ))