I set Thule on my knee, the child being strangely quiet. I had a feeling that this was more Mesphida then it was Thule right now. I didn't complain, it meant that I could focus on the Veela and half-werewolf in front of me. I knew that Bill had been attacked by Fenrir, though neither of them had as yet told me why. They were both sitting across from me in the kitchen of their little cottage, and I was surprised at how calmly Fleur was making tea.

"Harry," she begins, her accent barely there. When I don't answer, she sets the cup down in front of me before leaning back.

"I'm going to admit something that I've already told Bill. It is… embarrassing, for both of us, but I'm sure once I explain the situation, you will understand why I asked to talk to. Especially now that you've… denounced Dumbledore the way you have."

She takes a deep breath while Bill sips his tea quietly. I glance in his direction and he's smirking at me like he's finding this whole situation funny. That eases my worries somewhat, but not completely.

"So, the year of the Triwizard tournament, I was stuck on the second task. I wasn't versed in magical creatures, but one of my friends told me to see if it was a merlanguage. I ask the headmaster for permission to use a bath, and the night I go to use it, someone else is already there."

"You didn't hear me come in because you were under the water, but I still saw you. I hid in a stall because you came up and started to leave, but…" she trails off and her face is a deep red. After a long pause, I realize what she's trying to say.

"You saw my mark." I breathe out.

"I did. I didn't realize what it was, at first, but I started researching it. I asked Bill, and he only told me once I explained to him what happened. You're a second Tier Necromancer, Harry?" She poses the last one as a question and I sigh.

"I'm a sixth tier now," I admit. She gaps a moment before clearing her throat. That had gotten Bills attention though, he was no longer smirking.

"Harry…" Bill starts out.

"I'm a descendant of Merlin, though that wasn't what made me do it, to begin with. I'm also a blood mage, since you know about the necromancy."

"That's why you needed a truce ward for Voldemort." Bill breathes out. At the startled noise from Fleur, it's obvious that she hadn't been aware of that part of the story.

"You what!?"

"Relax. Tom isn't half as bad as the light makes him. A bit of an ass with a quirky sense of humor, but we get along. I've been living with him since the day Bill set the ward."

"And you didn't tell me!" Fleur rounds on her wide-eyed fiance now, and he winces.

"Part of the rules for a truce ward is the person can't discuss them without the members who asked for the wards present. I couldn't tell you." he tries to explain to her, but she was already facing me again.

"It's because you're a necromancer. Britain would hang you right now if they knew you were practicing dark magic." she murmurs to herself. After a moment of silence, she nods at something in her head and fixes me with a surprisingly determined look.

"THe french wouldn't have a problem. We've always been open to light and dark factors. My father is the neutral representative in the government, but I could talk to him and get him to back you… and your truce members, if they are as… different as you say they are."

"I could see if Tom would be amicable to sending you a copy of the truce after you get back from the wedding. Speaking of, he has some ward work that he wants you to do after you get back from your honeymoon."

"Why me specifically?" he asks slowly, and I grin.

"Because I like you. He gave me his heir ring for my birthday. I'm sure we will do the ritual for the adoption once I get home."

The stunned silence I got in response to that was well worth the reprimand I got from tom that night after I got home and discussed the day with him.

"Thule, what is your deal?" I grumble as I roll over to look at the squealing baby. The sun was just peaking through my window so I could see the greck was there, tail swinging back and forth lazily as he lays on the railing to the crib. I realize it was that little shits fault Thule was awake as I see the tail swipe across Thules nose, making the child giggle again.

"Why did you feel the need to wake him up?" I grouch as I come over to the bed and scoop up the giggling child. I get a dull look before the cat jumps off the rail and pads over to the bag I keep Thules diapers in. I realize with a groan that he did feel like he had a wet diaper. I grab his changing bag and head for the bathroom. Kicking the door open, I set the bag down, summon my wand, and start setting charms across the tub. They were charms that Narcissa had taught me, that prevented his head from slipping under the water, water getting out of the bathtub, the water from being too hot and, for awhile, from it getting too cold either. I also summoned a small toy dragon and a bag of rubber, floating shapes that he could play with as well. A flick of my wrist and the water starts and I strip him down, tossing the diaper. I roll up the sleeves of my sleeping shirt and begin the grueling task of washing the child.

It wasn't that Thule hated the bath. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He loved the bath. He may not be able to get water out of the tub, but I was always drenched by the time he was done. He was a ball of giggles, wiggling arms and happy squeals as I tried to make sure he was properly washed.

I was in the middle of wrestling the child to get the shampoo out of his hair when I hear my bedroom door being knocked on.

"Come in!" I call out, holding the slippery child's head tilted back so he wouldn't get soap in his eyes. He squeals, trying to nuzzle into my hand and tossing water everywhere.

"He's definitely going to love learning how to swim." Fenrir's amused voice has me glancing back to see him leaning in the doorway. His hair was pulled back from his face, and he was watching Thule splash around with the toy dragon.

"Yeah, well, I can't say I would. Especially after this." I motion to my soaked top as I turn back to the child.

"You don't know how to swim?"

"Not without the effects of gillyweed. I've only been once, to the black lake, during the Triwizard tournament. Wasn't my fondest moment." I admit. He hums in response but is silent as Thule and I finish his bath. When I have the child wrapped in a towel, I turn to find him reaching for the babe.

"Did you want him to come with us?" he asks as he begins to dry the child off.

"Hmmm. No. He's around most of the time, one day without him around could be nice." I muse, tossling the wet hair on Thules head. He starts gumming on the edge of the towel, so I turn for his changing bag.

"Here, I'll get him ready, you get a shower," Fenrir says before I can take him. I blink in shock for a second, but I quickly agree, shuffling back into the bedroom so that I can pick out what I want to wear.

"Is it strictly wizarding wear where we're going?" I call out. His voice is over by my bed when he answers, startling me.

"No, it's owned by a family that is third or fourth generation now but started as a muggle born and a half-blood. They are usually seen in muggle clothing when working in the areas," he says absently. I nod, turning to the wardrobe again. I hadn't worn muggle clothing since I left Surrey, But I didn't feel like wearing a robe. But…

"What are you wearing?" I ask, turning again to look at him. He doesn't look away from dressing Thule as he makes a motion to himself.

"Me? My normal stuff probably. A button down and a pair of jeans, something I don't mind getting dirty if we're going to picnic." he muses. Currently, he was in a grey tee shirt that looked new and a clean pair of jeans. I turn back to the wardrobe and pull down a black teeshirt and a hooded sweatshirt. After a brief hesitation, I take out a pair of black washed out jeans, too. I'd gone muggle shopping a year ago, and this would be my first time properly wearing any of it in public.

"I'll be out in a bit," I call over my shoulder.

"We'll be down at the table for breakfast," he calls back.

By the time I finish my shower and head to the breakfast table, I'm starving. When I get there I see Tom, Narcissa, Lucius, Rodolphus, and Fenrir and Thule at the table. I settle down next to my now legal father since Tom and I had done the ritual last night. Besides making it so that Narcissa had to change my prescription on my glasses- I could now see things within my immediate reach without my glasses, but anything further than my outstretched hand was still a blur- and my eyes getting a weird sheen that made my iris' look like they were glowing, nothing had changed.

"Did you sleep well, Harry?"

"Yeah, I did, until the greck woke Thule up and me as well.

"You're going to have to name the animal, dear, you can't keep calling it 'the greck'. " Narcissa chimes in from down the table. We were all spread out, so I was sitting next to Tom at the head of the table, there was a free seat beside me and a free seat across from me before it was Fenrir and a high chair for Thule, and across from him Rudolphus, and Narcissa. Lucius was at the end, away from everyone. Tom hand casually threw a leg out to the chair that was empty across from me, and I had an inkling of why, though I wasn't about to deprive him the right to annoy Fenrir.

"Right now I'd end up calling it something like-"

"Don't cuss in front of the baby love." Bella's tired voice from behind me has me making a face. She takes the seat between me and her husband, but not before dropping a tired kiss to each of our cheeks.

"Morning Bellatrix," I say in response, and she gives me a warning look.

"FINE. It's a male. We can name him Richard." I huff. At the odd looks, I grin over my cup of tea.

"That way I can call him dick and not get yelled at."

Eventually, after a lecture on what was and was not good names for a pet, and what can and can't be said around a child, Narcissa names the menace Perseus, give me a look that asked me to argue with her so she could scowled me even more.

"You're lucky I haven't cussed in front of him more you know. When I'm not at my aunt and uncles house, I like to express my self colorfully." I mutter, and I hear Tom snort.

"Not befitting of a young lord, Harry." Dracos smug tone has me glaring as he enters the room properly.

"And what are you wearing?" he exclaims.

"Muggle clothing."

" I didn't know you owned muggle clothing."

"I brought it with me."

"Okay… and why are you wearing it now?"

"We're going to Eden this afternoon before Harry leaves for the stag party. Speaking of, Bella, would you be okay watching Thule while we do so?" Fenrir speaks up from his seat and gets an eager nod in response. All eyes fall on the two of us, obviously wanting us to say something, but I focus on my third cup of tea and he seems content to let them stew as he cleans Thule.

"When are you leaving?" Bella asks after a few moments of the silence.

"We planned on leaving around eleven." I chime in helpfully.

"When will you be back?"

This time I shrug. " Depends on when we get bored with it, I guess. I have to be ready to take the portkey by five though." I say this to Fenrir, who nods to show he'd heard me.

"Fenrir, if I could take up some of your time before then?" Lucius speaks up for the first time since I've sat at the table. Fenrir agrees easily enough and rounds the table to give me a contented Thule. He murmurs softly as he settles on my chest, likely to fall asleep again. I roll my eyes at that, but let him settle so he was good for Bella when he went to her in a few hours.

The time passed quickly, with Bella trailing me to my rooms to coo at Thule and the greck on his little play mat. I dig into my school trunk to find my bag before I pack my art book and my pencils. If I could sketch out everything now, I could use whatever medium I wanted to finish it. And that would mean that I wasn't focused on one sketch but could do several while we were there. At that point, I had ten minutes to head down to the foyer, so I kiss Thules head, getting a squeal, and make sure Bella knows where everything is. When I make it down I see Lucius talking with Fenrir, and I make enough noise they know I'm coming so that I don't seem like I'm listening to their conversation. Obviously, it was something that Lucius was worried about, and Fenrir looked annoyed at him.

Fenrir had on a dark blue, plaid, button down with the sleeves pushed up past his elbows and the top half unbuttoned to show the grey teeshirt I'd seen earlier today. He had on a pair of dragon hide boots, compared to him usually walking around barefoot.

"Ready?" I ask when I'm close enough. Fenrir turns with a relieved look and holds a hand out.

"Since you're going to be with me, they have agreed to be… discreet. You shouldn't need a glamour, and the autumn area should be closed to anyone that would be… adverse, to seeing me." Fenrir explains, completely ignoring Lucius, who huffs and stalks away.

"Good to know."

"Do you have everything?" he asks next, glancing at the bag I have slung over my shoulder.

"Yeah, I do. I've got the room in here if you want to put the basket in here, too." I add, slipping the bag down my shoulder. In one swift movement, he'd taken the bag, dropped something inside of it, and shouldered it himself.

"Hey!"

"Common. I know you drop nearly every time you apparate with someone," he says calmly, though his eyes were bright with flicks of amber and he barely suppressed a smirk.

"Who says I'm apparating with you? I like my way of traveling much better." I counter, eyeing my bag. I was weighing the chances of me snatching it and running, but he seems to realize what I'm plotting because he laughs and turns so that his body is between me and my bag.

"Relax Harry. If you really want us to walk there, you can take us. But I'm still taking the bag." he tells me, holding out his free arm calmly. I scowl but grab onto him and with a flick of my wand the lights dim in the foyer so that I can walk into a shadow. I think about the autumn section of Eden- not the vaguest notion I've walked to, but definitely one to worry about- and when I take another step I'm bathed in sunshine.