"Just because something isn't a lie does not mean that it isn't deceptive. A liar knows that he is a liar, but one who speaks mere portions of truth in order to deceive is a craftsman of destruction."

Episode 9 -An Affair to Remember

Harry walked through the mansion with his hands in his pocket and his mind filled with questions that it seemed Maxi Delacour was unwilling to answer. Harry wasn't sure Mr. Delacour had the answers to began with, but Harry was aware that even if Mr. Delacour did have these slippery answers, he was unwilling to share them with him.

After mindlessly wondering about the luxurious estate Harry found himself in the hall way that lead to the room he was occupying. Brunch ended in a strange way, with people staring at him as if he was extraterrestrial and with Maxi Delacour singing songs only he knew.

The aristocrats that Maxi Delacour was entertaining, was of the wealthiest kind: they where snobby, materialistic, wintry, intelligent and witty. As Harry tottered towards the white door in the purple draped hall way that lead to the room he was occupying, he recalled a conversation between two privileged Parisian women during brunch.

"Zee death toll is zomewhat ridicules, no. I believe zheir ministry has been compromizzed, and our relationzz with zhem will no doubt lead to our own demizze" Stated one woman sitting on Harrys left, in correspondence to a women sitting across from her and him. The woman sitting next to Harry was adorned with a green and gold floral above knee dress.; her blond hair was pinned up into a bun, revealing an opulent emerald tear drop pendent that rested on her chest in between her bosom. Her eyes where the same color as Fleurs as well as her hair, as well as her fair skin…now that Harry thought about it, she looked very similar to Fleur in physique, the only difference is she seemed to be more mature in age. Could this woman be Fleurs mother thought Harry?

"What izz zhis Dumbledore doing? Everyone knowz Corneliuz Fudge is quite uselezz, no. It iz obvious, it iz zime he rallied zhe troops and brought zhis war to Voldemort's front lawn. Zhis skull duggery of his "Order", only playz into zhe handz of zhe Dark Lord and his Death Eaterz, no "Expressed the older women who sat across from Harry and the beautiful blond miss's that sat on his left. Apparently this women's name was Marie Aris, she was mature in age and in her early to mid fifties. Marie Aris was a surly women, Harry knew this because she waved of the hand maiden's attempt's to serve her, and instead took it upon herself to insult the Help by suggesting a loss in weight, which would enable them to mobilize much more efficiently. She sat on Mr. Delacours right, wearing white gloves along with a floor length gown of soft yellowish-gold with white embroideries, much like the women who resembled Fleur, her gown to was sleeveless and strapless, showing allot of cleavage. As she fanned herself in an execrated fashion, she let her hungry vulture like gaze prey upon Harrys forehead.

The beautiful blond with the long legs and petite figure, seated on Harrys left, finally decided to acknowledge his presence once again. After Harrys peculiar questions had interrupted their earlier conversations, the small privileged and influential Parisian social club ignored him in favor of conversations of substance, or rather correspondence they could understand and reason with. His declarations of things that did not exist (purple cherry blossoms), his questions regarding ominous dreams and the possibilities of reincarnation, was frowned upon at this juncture it seemed. Not to mention the drab, unkempt and shabby state of him, in the presence of such elite individuals, this was unacceptable.

So brunch was weird, uncomfortable, delicious, and informative. Thought Harry as he opened the door to his handsome room, no, temporary room, he had to remind his self. What greeted him was a sore surprise, Mademoiselle Marie Aris, along with a pink poodle. She was leaning against his windowsill, waiting for him to fully enter the room before acknowledging him. These people are so to bloody formal thought Harry, rolling his eyes before crossing the room.

"Aww 'Arry Potteer, zee pleazzure iz truly minezzz Monsignor Chozzen One"

"No, no, the pleasure is all mine Mademoiselle Aris of Bourges." Insisted Harry as he approached Madam Aris and her scrutinizing tone.

"How are zou enjoying your ztay at Delacour Manor? Izz it to your liking, Monsieur Chozen One?"

"Oh yes, yes, it's quite remarkable to say the least; the gardens, the tapestry's, the lush sumptuousness of this…palace, is absolutely extraordinary Mademoiselle." Responded Harry, down on one knee scratching behind the pink pooch's ears, to its delight.

"I am a bit curiouzz, why is it zhat Harry Potter iz here, in France, at one of zhe oldest private estatez in zee world?"

Harry bit his lip; he didn't know how to answer her question. Was she an ally? Or was she a potential enemy? Harry really had no way of knowing. In fact he still didn't know what he was doing in this mansion. Was this some sort of game, Harry thought to himself, why would Fleurs Grandfather wish him harm? Harry kept asking himself that, this was Maxi Delacour 's Estate, it only stood to reason that if anyone was going to do anything to him in a negative sense it would be Monsieur Maxi himself.

Then Harry thought of Voldemort, he smirked and asked himself; what would Riddle do? According to all that he had seen in the diary his second year, Riddle was great at scheming and manipulating to get what he wanted. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that he and Riddle where kindred spirits, through dark magic of course, but in the end the means by which this bond came to be was irrelevant, for it existed and there was no denying it. So Harry decided to embrace it.

"Because amour I have this thing for ancient edifices, I probably want be alive by the end of winter so I decided to take a little trip abroad, I was told the families here are quaint and a bit private, but powerful ally's should you convince them of your influence and modest ways. Although truthfully mademoiselle, I have grown tired of playing the role of the poor little lad with dead parents and a dark unforgiving future. I have had quite some time to come to terms with my beckoning mortality." Harry confessed in a tired and indifferent way as he placed his arms behind his back and stared at Mademoiselle Aris bustling breast, with no intention of subtlety.

Mademoiselle Aris blushed and began to fan herself as she smiled and shifted her feet. She cleared her throat as to gain Harrys attention, or rather divert it from her cleavage. But the only response Harry gave her was "Im listening Mademoiselle" In a soft tone as he ebbed closer to her, licking his lips and never taking his eyes of her breast. Harry placed a hand on the French window shutters so as to balance himself as he stood directly in front of Mademoiselle Aris. He then kissed both her cheeks, to her subtle glee, and began to fell his way up her lavish gown.

"I can make you fell alive again; I can bequeath you with everything they deprived you of." Harry whispered in her ear as he continued to let his hands explore what hid beneath her yellow and white embodied gown. He could fell her breathing on his neck, encouraging his embrace while she dropped the pooch leash, allowing it to hit the ground as she used her now free hands to unbuckle his pants.

Dumbledores Office,Hogwarts.

There was a knock at the door, "come in" answered Dumbledore. Severus Snape walked into the room looking annoyed and frustrated. As he approached the headmaster's desk, he noticed two unexpected occupants in the seats reserved for guest that was seated directly in front of Dumbledore.

Severus looked both occupants in the eye, prying there mind for information; in the woman's vibrant violet eyes all that was present was a blinding light. No memories, no nothing, just, light. In the eyes of the male all he encountered was a foggy mist and a familiar bark of a laugh.

Upon disabling his Legilimency skill, Severus came to an unbelievable conclusion. He subtracted his look of shock and utter disbelief and almost instantly replaced it with his trademark scowl of hatred. His grimace shifted from his two least favorite people in the world, to the most celebrated wizard since the Four Founders of Hogwarts: Albus Dumbledore.

"Explain" demanded Severus.

"In a definite tone, I simply am incapable of this in this situation. But If I was to take a wild guess, I would wager that "someone" or "something" decided their purpose exceeded that of their original lifespan. Hence their divine presence before us tonight." Responded Dumbledore with is lip poked out like a young child trying to solve a math problem in front of an entire class.

"But…how?" questioned Severus, who was remaining quite poise, given the fact the two people he hated the most found a way to defy death and even retain their youth in the process.

"It's a long scary story Severus, but I'd be willing to share it with you, all you have to do is say…please." Jested Sirius, his young handsome features dancing with amusement.

"Now, Now, my dear brother, have you forgotten what mother taught you? It's a disgusting habit to play with your food." Sighed Bellatrix her engaging violet eyes traveling the room hungrily, she hadn't been inside the headmasters study since her sixth year in her past life after all.

"Brother?" questioned Dumbledore.

"Yes, I've been sitting here for awhile, meditating, I suppose you could say. Sirius referred to me as Violet and even called me his sister. It's no secret that we were awfully fond of each other when we were young, but never has he referred to me as his sister nor was my eyes violet in my past life. By using methods of rationality, and the many memories that seem like dreams occurring in my mind while I am fully awake, tells me that in my first life, the individual you know as Sirius was my brother." Revealed Bellatrix in a vague way as she stood from her seat and began to wonder about the room in poise curiosity.

Dumbledore and Severus turned to Sirius in hopes he'd better explain the entire event. He explained his stint in purgatory and what it was like reliving a memory. He explained how bellatrix set his mind free by breaking the pattern. He explained how memories of past lives immediately flooded his brain upon breaking free of purgatory's psychological hold over him, thanks to Bellatrix. He also explained how it was getting difficult to distinguish one lifetime of memories from another's; hence him and Bellatrix referring to each other as brother and sister instead of cousin.

One of Dumbledores trinkets began to ring; it was almost as if the little silver bell was angry as it shaked and fidgeted about until the Headmaster palmed it, ceasing its chaotic dance and disturbing alarm.

" It would seem someone is attempting to Floo me, I must insist that you two disillusion yourself, for I would presume this is the Minister ringing me in regards of your affair at the Ministry this evening."

How did you know we were at the Ministry?

"Because you're the only one who knew of that little escape route Sirius, I told you to use it and escape as fast as you possibly could should you ever find yourself trapped in the Ministry. You were only twelve and…there was a prophecy about you dyeing there, which turned out to be true in the end. Upon hearing it I decided I would do my best to ensure it never happened, but you grew older and older, and still no Ministry fiasco. So in your third year I decided I would let you lead your own life and not interfere; Besides giving you direct access to my Floo via those at the Ministry should you ever need it that is."

Before Sirius could reply, Bellatrix grabbed his arm and disillusioned them both.

"Ahh Dumbledore, it's good to see you my friend. You look a bit ill I must say, is everything alright old sport?" Cornelius Fudge head asked floating in the burning green flames.

"Yes I'm quite fine old friend, is there a reason for such a late correspondence?"

"Is that Severus Snape? Why, how do you do old sport? You know your familiarity with the dark arts could really be useful to the ministry in days as dark as these." Stated Fudge disregarding Dumbledore's response.

"No, thank you. I should actually be going. It is getting rather late, we will continue this later I presume Albus?"

"Indeed we shall. Well now that we are alone, is there something I can do for you Cornelius?" Replied Dumbledore right before Severus exited his chambers.

"Well as you very well know, the ministry's has gone to shite and in light of tonights past events…."

Maxi Dellacour Manor, France.

Mademoiselle Aris was on her knees pleasing Harry, when a knock at the door startled Harrys mature guest, but not him.

"Come in" he said laughing, as he watched Mademoiselle Aris pull him out of her mouth and scurry behind the bed, near her pink poodle.

The beautiful blond with the long legs entered Harrys room in her tight green and gold gown. She was enticing, so much so that he expected his pants to be standing up, but since he had none on; his penis was standing up, bare, naked and fully erected. He expected her to scream, he expected her to curse his name he expected her to…do something, other than stare. She seemed interested, intrigued, engrossed and yet, bored.

"So are zou going to put on zee proper attire, or do zou usually go about like zhis?" Began the blond French woman.

"Why do you not like my ensemble?"

She crossed his room and walked over to his bed and whispered something to Mademoiselle Aris, who was absolutely affronted that she had been found out. But collected her things and still managed to walk out of the room with what could have been mistaken for dignity. The blond was right behind her escorting the pink poodle out of his room, or so it seemed. The blond stopped at the door and turned around to look at Harry who was still naked with a massive erection.

"If it last for more zhan four hourzz, you zhould ring a doctor" the blond laughed as she began to turn away and walk through the door.

"Maybe I'll just ring you instead" Indicated Harry as he blew her a kiss.

" My name is CoCo Delacour , I am zhe mistress of zhis estate, and zou will leave when I say so. School begins in a day, I hope zou are convincing Mr. Potter otherwizze, you will mizz your entire zixth year at Hogwarts. Triwizard Champion, Heir of Slytherin, The Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One. We will zee just how special zou are." Laughed CoCo Delacour.

"Fine by me, This way I know my friends won't be hurt, I get to live in a grandiose palace, and shag ah hot mature blond that's related to and looks exactly like Fleur Delacour. Is there anything else, cookies and milk perhaps?" Harry Explained indifferently as he finally began to pull up his pants and buckle them.

" And what makes you zhink, you could shag me? Hmm? I will admit I waz imprezzed by zou zwaying Mademoiselle Aris, zhe is uzzually more tactful zhen that, in fact she waz zhe one who trained me az a debutant."

"That's nice, so I was thinking we should go for a stroll, it seems like a nice afternoon, we could use the time to get to know each other. Also, I was wondering if you would mind telling me where that Ariel kid is hiding. I never got to thank him for bringing me here, or curse him, depending on your perspective really."

CoCo placed a beautiful hand over her mouth, chortled, and said "Open your Eyes, Harrison"

A/N I would love to know how you guys felt about this chapter.

Was it to much? was it to explicit? Should I continue to make the story this...graphic?

Let me know. Your opinion counts.

-TTT