Harry was sitting in his luxuries chambers given to him for the duration of his stay whilst at the town he had ended up in. To his surprise the first 'other' school of learning he was sent to was within a veela enclave, close to the south of France with waves crashing against the beach as his wake up call and sun in the sky almost constantly, it was an idyllic paradise he found himself lucky to be a part of.

The room was huge compared to his room back at his 'parent's house' although to say they were his parents would mean they had to actually have a part in his life. Not only was it enormous it held anything a lad his age could ever possibly want, a huge four poster bed with silken sheets, soft fluffy pillows and shades to blind out the sun, he had a personal library of sorts it was a room of to the side with shelves floor to ceiling with book cases and in the middle a comfortable chair with a side table next to it.

He also had a personal lab for his potioneering, really the room held equipment that could be used in any aspect of magical learning. He also found the room came with complimentary clothing, well he thought that till he realised it was a uniform he was meant to wear for class. He wasn't too pleased about this either as the outfits looked, to him anyways, revolting. They were made of some silky white material and if it could be anymore gaudy it would be see through with a crest on the right breast he didn't recognize.

He thought back to the girls he had seen when he had met the queen and realised all the women were wearing clothing that resembled his uniform so he guessed the town was mostly for the schools purposes he was soon dissuaded of this idea when he was told one dinner time that the material was a specially made veela garment used to show what they had to offer to the Spartan amount of men within the enclave. This was due to the fact most men couldn't withstand the veela's allure and so they only allowed those too young to take notice or those who had a tolerance into their midst.

His first day within the town he had found from his tour guide Fleur that he was in the main veela enclave and he was very lucky to be there as they only accepted men in for breeding purposes only. He was the first man ever to be allowed so far into the heart of the veela's culture and he should feel honoured or that's what Fleur said anyways.

He must of put his foot in some proverbial hole, after he snorted in an attempt to scare a fly away from his face, Fleur spun around and angrily started berated him for his lack of manners within their community. He was a guest and he thought him being the first male to be allowed into the inner most enclave was a laughing matter, she berated him for over ten minutes before she realised she had a job to do, delivering the cochon to her queen. She quickly spun walking off at a faster pace still seething with anger at his crass behaviour.

Delivering him to the entrance hall of the palace, which was built into the mountain overlooking the town, she pointed him through the doors and stomped of leaving him to walk into the room alone. The queen he found was the most beautiful woman he had ever saw, and even with his level of immunity to the veela's allure he still couldn't help himself but stare admiringly at her as she spoke to him telling him about the rules he would have to follow while living with them and what he would learn whilst he was amongst them.

She then talked about his saving of the veela, who were to be sold in Britain. She was immensely grateful and that was why she had allowed him to come to their main enclave to learn what he must. She had heard from many of the girls who were captured about his bravely and chivalry, and his disregarding a reward that they felt were necessary but he found unneeded.

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Two weeks had now past, Harry had found himself for most of them two weeks acquainting himself with the surrounding town and its dwellings and meeting many of the veela who were immensely grateful after finding out it was he who had saved the blood sisters from a fate worse than death. He had been accepted by most of them into their homes and lives and he couldn't express his gratification to the veela for allowing him to be a part of their enclave life's for however short or long the period would be.

As of the time he arrived he had yet to be taught anything, the veela were preparing for a festivity he was unable to pronounce and therefore whilst things were being set up the school had been closed for the duration. This allowed him a level of free time he hadn't had in months, unable to be with his friends, and still not knowing anyone within the enclave well enough to call his friends his time was spent walking listlessly through the surrounding fields and beach.

He had found many things in his short travels, in one brush a few hundred yards to the north of the town he had found a brush hidden amongst a scattering of trees, it was teeming with all kinds of magical plant life. He soon found out that he wasn't to touch the plants, they were guarded by natures wardens; a spriggen, hidden from sight within the trees almost impossible to detect. These guardians of the earth were deadly in their guarding of their areas and where almost impossible to defeat if you went too near to their enclosures.

He had hightailed it out of the area as fast as he could; he didn't want to feel the spriggens ire at him being so close to her plants. He had informed the queen when he returned to the town and she had then informed the town's populace to not go near the enclosure to the north.

The next week Harry had been told to get ready for his schooling to begin as the next night the festival was to take place and last three days and three nights, once finished they could clean up and get everybody back to work and he could finally start learning the hidden teachings of the veela, he could finally get information that was a closely guarded secret of the veela race.

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The next morning, Harry was woken by loud trumpets blaring to life in an official sounding tune. This he soon found out was the call to begin the celebration. All the veela where within the towns centre, dancing to music, banter between friends, stalls selling items, food, wine. Everywhere Harry looked there was something interesting and new to see about a culture he had just been truly introduced to.

He felt left out in an odd sort of way, even though the veela around him were friendly and would talk and dance and break-fast with him, he still felt like a third wheel. He was not able to understand the social impacts of the festival; he didn't even know what the festival was for. Once he realized this he had commandeered a tent off to the side further away than the others and kept relatively calm and relaxed compared to the others that had bustling veela looking to find out what the tents held.

He spent most of the day tucked into his own mind reviewing his lessons and thinking about what he would do with the knowledge he had gained so far. He could become the perfect socialite; not only for wizard kind but the magical realm as well, he could become a businessman creating and selling his own merchandise or invest large amounts of his personal wealth into successful up and coming businesses and yet the thought of being the best constantly crept into his mind, making everything else seem less of a goal to have and more of something he should do anyways.

He was finally brought out of his mussing's by a hiccup off to the left of his tent. A pair of young girls no older than eight where hidden just behind canvas, it seemed as if one of them was crying and her twin, or what he thought of as her twin was trying to comfort her.

"calm down Melanie its ok, the mean boy didn't really mean it. You know we don't mature as fast as our human counterparts, well until we go through our maturity or find our mate but that's a different matter entirely. You'll find someone else who'll want to be your boyfriend, to hold you, and if I'm right, please you and squeeze you till you can't help but smile and know that your loved but till then you've always got me, mama and papa. When he's home anyways"

"It's not that though Shelly, I tried to ask him out really I did but I couldn't, my mind keeps drifting to another boy, one hidden in shadows but always in my dreams ready for me to comfort me when I'm upset to love me when im emotional and yet I can't find him" she sobbed into her sisters blouse

Harry was taking this conversation in rather guiltily. He understood that the girl behind the canvas was pouring her heart and soul out to her sister and he was intruding on that time between them. He cleared his throat startling the young girls.

"Excuse me girls I'm sorry for interrupting, but I couldn't help overhearing parts of your conversation. I know this is rather crass of me but how old are you and do you need help with anything?"

"Eeep" "erm well er yes you see"

The girls couldn't string two sentences together in their nervousness of being caught and being in the presence of a boy, after all they had lived in seclusion most of their life's the only men and boys they see were the ones that the elders allowed in.

Harry smiled reassuringly at them even though he was slightly disturbed at the looks one of the girls, the one he guessed was crying due to the tear tracks sliding down her cheeks and her red puffy eyes, was giving him.

"it… it's you" the one who was crying garbled out

"it's me who? "

"you're the one in my dream the shadow man, yeah the shadow man I can see it in your eyes and face, oh and to answer your earlier questions I'm thirteen as well as my sister is and yes you can help me" she winked flirtatiously at him.

Harry became even more disturbed as that look on a girl's face, he thought to be eight was, well it was scary, not only that but to find out they are both older than him and you've got one confused prodigy.

"erm well yes I'm Harry, just Harry if you please"

"hi Harry I'm Melanie and this is my twin Shell"

"Nice to meet you both, but were you serious when you said your thirteen"

"oh shit…zu, yes were thirteen and you didn't find this out from us. The teachers want to teach you about our culture bits at a time. We don't really know why but anyways we weren't meant to say anything about it"

"Well thank you for that bit of information, ladies. But for now it is my time to depart"

"WHAT but you can't go yet" both girls yelled turning a shade similar to a tomato

"Why can't I go?"

"well because this festival is really for you, and at the end of tonight your meant to pick a lucky girl who will erm well she'll… that doesn't matter at the moment you'll find out soon enough. SO no you can't leave yet,the party's just begun and it isn't even dinner time yet"