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Chapter SixHarry got off the Concorde, he stood in awe of Charles De Gaulle Airport, never in his life had he seen such a building bustling with so many people. "Hang on scrap that." He thought as he remembered he had just come through Heathrow Airport. He turned to find
Connie at his side.
"Welcome to Paris 'Arry, dear," she said, as she hugged him in a grandmotherly kind of way that Harry had never experienced before.
"Thank you Connie," Harry replied to the older lady.
They made their way through customs and collected their luggage from the carousel. They then went to the quarantine section to collect Hedwig, who screeched uncontrollably when Harry collected her.
"Shh Hedwig, We will let you out soon enough," Harry said, trying to calm the bird
Constance looked over at Harry sympathetically wishing she could tell him, tell him now about her secret but it would have to wait until later as she had arranged with some of her business contacts to take Harry on a shopping spree, the kind he has never seen before. She looked towards the exit gate and saw her driver Peyton. "'Arry our ride is here," she said as she beckoned to the boy to follow her.
"Peyton, This is my Grand Nephew 'Arrison Delacour, he is coming to live with us," Constance said proudly.
"How do you do Master Harrison?" asked Peyton in a clipped English accent.
"Fine thank you, Peyton. I am just a bit overwhelmed at the size of the airport, it is the first time I have been in an aero-plane let alone in an airport, and please call me Harry," Harry said with a big smile on his face and a twinkle in his emerald green eyes.
Peyton lead them to a silver grey Rolls Royce and opened the door for them to get in. Harry was looking all around, checking out the interior of the car, looking in awe since he had been in nothing of this size before, not even Uncle Vernon or the Weasley's car for that matter was of this size and caliber. As they settled Constance drew off her gloves, and noticed Harry gazing dreamily out of the car window in the general direction of Paris. Constance, noticing his interest with his new surroundings, sat back into her seat and smiled.
"Ah 'Arry, my little love," Constance cooed squeezing his hand, "don't you feel the magic of Paris. Paris Mon Coeur! La Ville Lumiere!"
Peyton swung onto the Avenue des Champs Elysées suddenly causing Constance to be thrown to the floor of the limousine.
"Merde!" she exclaimed.
Harry stifled a giggle as he helped his aunt back onto her seat. Looking at his aunt Harry states, "Yes I do feel the magic of Paris, but don't you think you would feel a whole lot better if you just sat back and relaxed until we get to the first of the fashion shows."
Constance looked at him with loving eyes and said, "Oh I suppose so," and went back to pointing out some of the sights to Harry.
"Oh 'Arry," She said, "Paris Mon Coeur! To see this fabulous, civilized city again through your young green eyes." They both laughed and continued to look at the ever changing scenery that is Paris.
As the car pulled up to a set of traffic lights, the car phone rang and Constance answered it.
"Bon Jour," she said chirpily. "Oh Sissy is that you?"
"Mmm?" she answered.
"Ok then I will see you and DJ in a couple of days, Au Revoir," she hung up and returned to talk to Harry.
"Who was that Connie?" Harry asked.
"Oh, that was my grand daughter Cee Cee. She and DJ will be arriving at the end of the week not next week as they planned. Something to do with her husband's estate I think. So that gives us a bit more time to play here in Paris," Constance said.
"Kewl," Harry retorted, in awe of what he was seeing in the City of Lights.
"Ah my little love isn't this divine," Constance said dreamily as she hugs the boy. "Here I have you and all of France to show to one another before you go back to school. Oh 'arry, I simply feel it in my bones, this is going to be the most wonderful, intriguing summer of both of our lives."
Harry's emerald orbs twinkled with this comment.
"Well 'arry," Constance said looking at her nephew. "I think, first things first we get you some new eyewear for you."
First port of call was the family optometrist who had checked Harry's eyes and recommended that he have both glasses and contact lenses.
"How long will they take?" Harry asked
"Oh about a round two hours," replied the jovial Optometrist.
"Well 'Arry I think we go and do some more shopping. What do you say?" enquired Connie.
"Lead on, Oh fearless leader." Harry giggled as they left for the main shopping precinct of Paris.
When they arrived, they separated and went their own way to view the latest fashion collection. Harry saw a rather large shop in the distance and decided that was where he was going. Once inside Harry didn't know where to look.
Here he was at one of Paris's largest department stores – Printemps – and he didn't know where to go first. Looking at his map he decided to venture over to the men's wear store and have a field day with his credit card that Connie had just presented him with.
Harry plowed headlong into the throng of international visitors looking for that elusive item of clothing that would set him apart from the other students at Hogwarts this coming school year. He picked out at least four wardrobes full of new clothes with matching accessories and shoes. Laden down with his purchases Harry wandered into an antique jewellery store. As Harry was perusing some of the rare and exquisite baubles, a glint of silver caught Harry's eye, over in the next jewellery case sat a platinum pendant but what really caught Harry's eye was what was etched into it. Looking closer he saw that it was two birds with their wings spread above each other and as eyes one had two beautiful emeralds whilst the other two slightly pale blue ice diamonds in the same position. Harry just stares at the rare piece of jewellery totally unaware of the world around him.
"Excuse me, Monsieur, can I be of any service?" asked a salesperson who was watching Harry gaze at the piece of jewellery.
"Oh, oh yes please, could you tell me about this piece?" asked Harry pointing to the pendant.
"Oh that piece," replied the salesperson haughtily. "This piece is recent acquisition from a bankrupt estate, from what the paperwork says it is one of a pair that were custom made for the Malfoy family in 1705 for the marriage of an Odette Delacour to an Eberhard Malfoy, the Comte du Lioncourt."
"Really that's very interesting, what happened to its mate?" enquired Harry, mulling the story over in his mind..
"After the marriage it is rumored that the Comte & Comtesse had passed the pendants to their eldest children, a pair of twins, this piece was given to the eldest daughter Romana and it's mate was given to their eldest son Roget, and here is the tragic part, he was lost at sea at age eleven, when he was en-route to England to start at an exclusive boarding school in Scotland. It made the family very distraught and they ended up selling off its matching piece saying that it brought nothing but pain, misery and bad luck to the wearer since it's mate was lost but as the legend goes only true love can break this cycle if the mate is found and worn in the same vicinity of this one then they will glow and the wearers will be drawn to one another," the salesperson finished.
"That story is remarkable and you say it is a recent addition from a bankrupt estate? Can you please tell me that person's name?" stated Harry, looking the piece over.
"It's against the rules but since you are the only person to ask about it's history and so forth I don't think it would be a problem. Let me just go and check it's paperwork I will be back in a few moments," the salesperson said, as he went into the office.
Whilst the clerk was in the office Harry noticed Connie come into the store, he acknowledged her with a broad smile. Turning back to the counter Harry waited patiently for the clerk to return.
Coming back from the office the clerk sidled up to Harry and leant over the counter.
"It says that it is part of the bankrupt estate of the Malfoy Family from Wiltshire in England," the salesperson states looking up from his inventory list. "It is mentioned that most of the antiques from this estate will be going to auction later this week in London at Sotheby's, if you are interested?" he said glaring at Harry, but Harry was a million miles away.
"I can't believe it they are selling them off piece by piece. I can't let them do this I just have to buy it and anything else I can find, I can't let something like this pass through my fingers. Even if I never see Draco again, I know I will have something of his families to remind me of him, and should the day come when he is returns to us I will give it to him." thought Harry.
Coming out of his daydream he looks at the pendant and then at the salesman.
"How much is it?" Harry enquired.
"Oh I don't think you could afford it," replied the indignant salesperson.
"What do you mean; 'I don't think you could afford it'?" Harry replied with a tinge of anger in his voice.
"Well you are only a mere child I grant you that you have an exquisite eye for Jewellery but where could you come up with the money to pay for this priceless piece?" said the salesperson through gritted teeth.
Before Harry could answer Connie had strolled up to them.
"What is happening here?" enquired Constance to the salesperson.
"Oh I am sorry Your Grace, it is just that this child was enquiring about the Malfoy Pendant and I told him that he couldn't afford it," replied the salesperson with a smug look on his face.
"Oh this child wanted to buy the pendant?" enquired Connie, sneaking a wink at Harry
"Yes your Grace."
"Did you ask him who he was?"
"No, I just assumed he was a teenager that was separated from his parents."
"Well why don't you ask him who he is then?" Constance said nudging Harry.
"Ok then, excuse me then Your Grace, who are you then son?" The salesperson person spat at Harry.
"Well if you insist, I am Harrison Delacour the Viscomte du Lioncourt, and I hope you show me the same courtesy as you do to my Aunt," Harry replied with a huge smirk on his face.
"I am so sorry Your Grace. I am so sorry for treating you that way. If there is anything that Your Grace requires?" blushed the salesperson.
"Well," Smirked Harry, "I would like the pendant you were showing me and please charge it." Harry smiled as he handed over a Platinum American Express card. "Oh and by the way I find the service here to be quite substandard and will be making a recommendation to your superiors to have you removed from staff. Good Day," snarled Harry as he collected his purchase and rejoined his Aunt.
"So My Dear, I see you did just a little bit of shopping?" Connie laughed as she saw bags from Ralph Loren, Prada, Issey Miyake, Lagerfeld and Armani.
"Just a little bit I had to fill in time till my new glasses and contact lenses were ready." Harry replied with a raised eyebrow.
"I was so proud of you back there standing up to that pleb in that store then, you reminded me so much of your Uncle Rodan. The way you carried yourself, and how you stared the salesperson down and didn't take no for an answer, yes there is so much of your uncle in you it isn't funny. Both DJ and you remind me of Rodan. I can't wait for you to meet him; I think you will like him a lot," stated Constance.
"I can't wait to meet him myself," piped up Harry.
"So 'Arry what did you buy that caused such a stir in the store?" enquired Constance.
"Well I bought a pendant that had been in an old aristocratic family for centuries but was part of a bankrupt estate, so I thought I would purchase it being from and old line myself I couldn't let a piece of history fall by the wayside," Harry explained to Connie without giving away the full story.
"That is so thoughtful of you 'Arry, thinking of old bloodlines like that, when DJ & Cee Cee arrive I will sit you all down and explain our family history to you all," Connie replied with that special twinkle in her eye.
"I would really like that," Harry replied in earnest. "Connie, can I ask a personal question?" Harry queried looking up at his aunt.
"What is that my dear?" Connie replied.
"Just how rich are we?"
At this comment Connie let out a couple loud giggles.
"Well my dear, I will give you an analogy, if all the stars in the universe were gold, it would put just a small dent in our family fortune," She said wistfully.
"Oh," Harry gasped, purely in awe of how much wealth he was now part of. "Connie, the salesperson said that more items from that estate were being put on the auction block at Sotheby's towards the end of the week in London, can we go so I can see what else I may be able to purchase. Please, please, can we?" Harry said in mock pout.
"Ok then, we will go back to London on Friday for this auction. Is that fine for you dear?" Connie explained to her charge.
"That's ok I can't wait. I think we should do some more shopping I still have a, a rather empty hand here," laughed Harry as he showed Connie his empty left hand.
"Well my dear let's go then," said Connie as they walked into another shop.