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blackroselover: As I have stated previously, Harry is not evil in this story. Just dark. Thanks for reviewing.

Debate4life: The reason Harry is supposedly acting out of character is because he's not Canon Harry anymore. The Delacour's presence has effected his personality. Some traits may remain but he is essentially not the same person as he was in the books. I like your name by the way. Thanks for reviewing.

A big thanks for everyone who reviewed. This is just a short chapter that is going to set things in motion. Hope you all like it!


Harry Potter and the Path of Chaos,

By DarkLordRising

Chapter 9: A New Sibling

Olivia Hudgens stared across the room. Adrien Benoit, rumored heir of the Delacour Fortune stood talking animatedly to another student. Noticing her eyes on him, Adrien glanced at her. Olivia sniffed and looked away.

'It just isn't fair' she thought. 'I was number one. I beat everybody on the first day.'

Her parents hadn't been surprised when she had came first in their first dueling class. It was as expected of the Hudgens' heiress. She had been so happy and delighted to have beaten everyone else that she had neglected to practice much the following week.

To her horror, her slight procrastination had yielded a harsh result for her in the second dueling class where she had fallen down to the second rank. Facing Adrien Benoit in the first round of the dueling class competition, she had expected to thoroughly thrash him as the Benoit boy tired after the third spell while she could cast nearly five in succession.

To everyone's surprise and amazement, Benoit had matched Olivia's five spells and even cast another stunner that had knocked out the sweaty Olivia who was breathing heavily. He had then went on to defeat the rest as if he hadn't cast six spells in succession in his first match.

She frowned. Benoit's sudden increase in strength seemed suspicious. It just didn't seem right. Nobody would get that stronger in such a less amount of time.

Something had changed on that day. She knew it.

"Umm...excuse me?" Olivia snapped out of her thoughts to see Benoit addressing her. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," Olivia snapped, turning away. "What do you want?"

"It's just that you were staring at me..." Benoit said, hesitatingly.

"Your eyes were playing tricks on you, I was not staring at you." Olivia replied.

"I hope you are not mad." Benoit said, ignoring the previous statement. She huffed.

"I am no-"

"Because you see, if you get mad now, I wonder what will happen when I destroy you the next time..." He left without another word, a small smile on his face. Olivia's mouth remained open, staring after him.

When she snapped out of her shock at the sudden coldness, Olivia scowled. Something was wrong about that Benoit boy. And she would get to the bottom of it.


Harry stared at his reflection in the mirror. Had he really said that to Hudgens? He didn't know what came over him. It was as if her haughty attitude towards him had struck a chord. He shook his head, leaning forward to wash his face in the sink. He would apologize to her later.

"Benoit!" A voice called. Harry looked up. It was one of his classmates. "Your guardian is here."

"Thanks," Harry replied, brushing past the boy and leaving the bathroom. Harry turned a corner and swung his bag over his shoulder. It contained the day's notes on dueling form and proper hand motions which he had already revised with Frank over the weekend.

"Ready, Adrien?" Jean greeted him with a smile.

"Ready, sir." Harry replied, grasping Jean's hand. Without ado, the duo turned on the spot and apparated...

Harry threw his bag on the bed and settled into the chair, tired from the day's lesson.

Sighing, he hoisted his wand into the air and swept it around. Small green sparks shot off from the end, illuminating the room. He stared at the piece of wood.

He had woken up after the ritual drenched in sweat. He had barely had the time to pack before they left back for France. Jean had noticed his disheveled state and checked if he was ill but had not inquired further.

As the ritual had promised, he had grown stronger magically. He himself had been immensely surprised when he had dueled Hudgens the next day. It had been the longest duel in their class till date. A record of eleven spells were exchanged. Six from him and five from her.

Yet even after the six spells, he hadn't felt fatigued. He had easily defeated the rest with a simple stunner or two which seemed to tear through their shields like a hot knife through butter. For a small moment, Harry had felt invincible.

He shook his head. Something seemed to have changed within him after the ritual. He hadn't dared approach Jean. The ritual had felt wrong. Yet, it had also felt so right. He couldn't explain it. It was as if one side of him was rejoicing while the other was receding away.

"Lumos," Harry whispered. The tip of his wand lit up the room with a bright light.

"Lumos." Harry tried again. This time the light was brighter.

"Lumos." Brighter.

"Lumos." Brighter.

"LUMOS MAXIMA!" The light grew nearly white. Harry closed his eyes. It became difficult to see.

Harry didn't break his concentration and slowly opened his eyes. Something was wrong. The light was dimming slowly. It wasn't long before the light dimmed to the point that it was a small illuminated dot.

'What is happening?' Harry thought, concentrating harder. The light beamed a bit brightly before receding completely.

Harry stared at his wand in surprise. He wasn't able to cast Lumos for the rest of the night.


Olivia smiled brightly. She couldn't solve the mystery that was Adrien Benoit. It was as if there were two sides to the boy. Her eyes widened.

'That's it!' Olivia thought. 'They are twins...'

That had to be the answer. There had to be two of Adrien Benoit's. It just wasn't possible for someone to get that strong like that and then become so weak. Olivia couldn't explain it.

Though she was ranked number one again, she was not satisfied. Benoit's rank had fallen to seventh position, just above those who couldn't even cast a single spell properly in the recent class.

"What is wrong with you today?" Olivia confronted the Benoit boy. He had just been defeated by another boy who hadn't been able to cast a stunner in the previous class.

"I-I...d-don't know..." Benoit stammered, staring at his wand with shock evident on his face. His own shock threw her off. She had been expecting a curt reply or something rude.

"Excuse me." Benoit said, brushing past her.

"Hey! Wait!" Olivia sighed. She just couldn't figure out the boy.

A few rooms away, Harry threw his bag on an empty seat and stared at his wand.

"Lumos!" He cried. Nothing happened.

The wand clattered to the floor as Harry crouched down in shock. Ever since the day he had defeated Hudgens and the others it had become increasingly difficult to cast a spell properly. The process had been slow. Sometimes he had difficulty casting stunners and sometimes he couldn't even cast a simple lumos.

Harry stared at his wand. He was growing weaker. He was sure of it. And he was certain it was somehow related to the ritual.


Harry, Fleur and Frank sat side by side. Harry looked at the others. Frank was nervously playing with his fingers while Fleur was trying hard not to stand up.

"I came as fast as I could!" Lionel cried, bursting through the door. A healer shot a wary glance towards him, combing the man's excitement somewhat.

"They went in a few hours ago," Frank said. "The Healer said it would take some time." Lionel sighed in relief and settled beside Frank.

They were in the waiting room of St. Monique's. Apolline had just gone into labor at four in the morning. It had come as a complete surprise as the girl was early by nearly three weeks.

"We are going to have a sister!" Fleur cried under her breath, shaking in excitement. Harry nodded stiffly.

He was still trying to accept the fact that at the end of a few hours, the Delacour's would have found something better to love then him. Things had been looking up at the start but it was over.

The Summer Dueling course had ended with him ranking fifth. Harry had never felt that he lost more in his life. Jean had wisely said that they don't win all the battles but Harry knew he was also a bit disappointed. Harry was wondering how he would be able to attend Beauxbatons at this rate. Every alternate day, he had trouble casting a single spell or two. It seemed that the ritual had somehow messed up his core.

He was still afraid to approach the Delacour's or Frank and Lionel. He knew it was wrong but he just couldn't face them in the eye. And now with the arrival of the baby, their attention would be turned completely away from him.

'Stop it! They still love you, you idiot, can't you see that?' A part of him said. 'Be happy! You are getting a sister!'

'Don't listen to him. You need to do more rituals from the book, Harry.' Another part of him said. 'They'll make you stronger. The Delacour's would notice you and leave the baby...you don't need a pathetic sibling...'

Harry shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts when Jean walked in. Everybody stood up at once, shyly approaching the bundle in Jean's hands.

"Fleur, Harry...meet Gabrielle, your new sister..." Jean said, softly. Fleur shyly reached up to the bundle and shakily took the baby from Jean, cooing at her softly. Frank and Lionel thumped Jean on the back.

Nobody noticed Harry's frozen state. He simply stared at the baby in Fleur's arms. Contrary to what he had expected, he felt no ill-will towards her. It made him sick just remembering the things he had fantasized about to turn the Delacour's attention away from her. He didn't want to take away Jean and Apolline's attention away from Gabrielle. He didn't even want to look away from her. She looked so beautiful and innocent as if she needed protection from the rest of the Olivia Hudgens' and Draco Malfoy's of the world.

"Belle..." Harry whispered. The baby turned her head and stared at him with her wide little eyes as if she had heard him. Harry blinked.

On that day, Harry vowed to protect Gabrielle with everything he had.


"Lucius, please!" Narcissa cried.

"No, Narcissa," Lucius snapped. "Draco will not be going to that sissy school."

"He can still go to Hogwarts if he wants, Lucius." Narcissa said. "It's just going to be a trial run."

"No! Draco will either go to Durmstrang or Hogwarts and it will be his choice."

"Lucius, listen to reason..." Narcissa pleaded. "Don't you see, this is the perfect opportunity for him to befriend that Benoit boy."

Lucius sighed. "Never," He began. "Never in my entire life have I ever had to beg and plead. I will make sure Draco continues that routine. I tell you now, the Malfoy's will never be indebted to the Delacour's ever again."

"You said that the previous time," Narcissa snapped. "Don't be stupid! You can't harm them this time. They will destroy us." she turned away.

"The only chance we have is to befriend them," Narcissa said. "The Benoit boy is the key Lucius! He is the one who will get the Delacour fortune, I know it."

Lucius sat down. An internal battle raged inside him. On one hand, his Malfoy pride didn't want his son to go to that pathetic school but on the other it would greatly benefit them in the long term if Draco became a good friend of the Benoit boy. His scheming side won out in the end as he sighed.

"Alright. Draco may go...Only until he is eleven..."


A/N: No need to worry, Harry will be getting his powers back and as stated, stronger then before. This is just a short chapter that's setting things into motion. Another time-skip is coming. Hope you liked this chapter. Read and Review!