Chapter 54

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything.

Author's note: Guys, I need your help. I need reviews. I just sort of feel like people aren't enjoying this story anymore. I really hope it isn't true, but it's just I've had a few negative reviews recently in comparison to the reviews I got earlier in this story they don't make me feel so great. Just so you know, the holiday won't go on for much longer, it isn't that it is ending early, it's just that I want to get to more important parts of my story. Thanks for all the lovely reviews, they are much appreciated and still make me grin like a weirdo. And also, all you AMERICANS, CALLING ALL AMERICANS! Are you all here and reading, lovely, then I'll begin. Please can you suggest some shops that Harry would go to? Preferably clothing shops and popular, expensive and well known ones. I'm English myself and I've only been to America once- Florida, and that was when I was about three. Can you leave your answer in a review, where it is, what type of stuff they sell and that? Oh and preferably shops in New York. Thank you; your help would be much appreciated.

They arrived in France and James waved his wand and two bicycles appeared.

"Erm... dad... I kind of forgot... Ican'trideabike." Harry rushed out.

"Sorry?" James asked.

"I... can't ride a bike." Harry said awkwardly.

"Oh, well don't worry, I'll teach you. And I'll have to add some balance spells onto the bike... and some other safety spells to keep you safe." James said.

"You aren't bothered?" Harry asked.

"Why would I be bothered? We all have to learn one day, some just later than others." James said.

"Oh... good. So, how do I do it?" Harry asked.

They had parked the campervan and both currently stood in the middle of an abandoned car park in the middle of nowhere.

James smiled and gestured for Harry to get on the bike. Harry did so and kept his hands tightly on the handlebars and his feet firmly on the ground.

James tapped the bike with his wand so that Harry now had a bike that would be very hard to fall from. James tapped Harry's head and a helmet appeared, strapped onto his son's head.

"Don't be scared, confidence is often key to things like this. Of course, butterflies are always good. The spells should keep you balanced, just put your feet on the peddles." James took Harry's fingers and put them on the brakes "These are the brakes. When you put them on and the bike stops, then put your feet on the ground or the bike will fall. The spells only make it less likely for you to fall. Anything I've missed?" James asked.

"I don't think so. Oh, what are these?" Harry pointed to the gears.

"Those are the gears. Don't worry about them yet. This is a flat surface; the gears you are in now are perfect. I'll run alongside you. Don't worry about me, I'll move if you're going to run me over. Just concentrate." James encouraged.

Harry nodded. He started peddling and slowly and shakily started cycling with James walking next to him.

"Good, good, you're doing well... that's it, a little faster. Brilliant, you're doing really well. Okay. Now put the brakes on slowly... good. Now put your feet on the ground. Well done!" James congratulated.

Harry had cycled in a relatively straight line.

"Now, I'll help you with your turning." James said.

And for the morning James helped teach Harry to ride a bike. By the afternoon they ate some lunch. James knew that it wouldn't be safe to take an inexperienced rider on the road or on dirt tracks, so he suggested that they have some races in the car park and just have a bit of fun.

James grinned at Harry's concentration face and noticed it was the same one he did when he was younger. His son's brow was furrowed and his tongue peaked out the corner of his mouth.

In the evening they arrived at a hotel. James was very happy to see Harry extremely happy.

"Obviously, it isn't as good as Quidditch, but it was really fun, dad! I can ride a bike now! Dudley used to tease me because I couldn't. I remember when I was about five; I took his bike when he and Aunt Petunia were having lunch. I had a go and fell over straight away, but now I can do it!" Harry said with a grin.

"You're learning something new every day." James laughed "You did really well, I am one proud daddy." James finished.

"What is the name of the castle we are going to tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"Pierrefonds. It's really lovely there. I went there with Lily, she loved it. It isn't a falling down castle; no it looks like it would have in the medieval times. It's really cool." James said.

The next day the Potters arrived at Pierrefonds. James wasn't wrong. It was beautiful. They walked up the path towards the castle, both wearing shorts and shirts. James wore prescription sunglasses while Harry wore a hat to shield the sun. The castle was white, with grey tiles on the turrets.

They walked through the well kept castle and the halls. It had spiral staircases and a courtyard.

A French family with a mum, dad and uninterested sixteen year old daughter, who had had the opposite reaction to the castle that Harry had had, who seemed to be in awe of everything. James still have the translating spell up. While Harry was looking at a statue in the courtyard, the mother stood beside James and said "Your boy looks very happy." She said.

"Oh, he is. We're here on holiday." James said. The father put an arm around his wife and smiled at James.

"What's your secret, how do you get your son interested in this? Our Marie hasn't shown one bit of interest." The man complained with a well natured smile.

"You just have to find something they like, I suppose. Harry and I are travelling. He's yet to try something and not liked it. But he's quite a happy-go-lucky kid. So, I guess I am lucky. Don't worry though, he has his teenage tantrum moments. He definitely has his mother's lungs, goodness me my boy can shout." James said as he watched Harry look over to him, checking he was still close by. James smiled at him and Harry smiled and went back to looking around.

"Where is his mother?" the woman asked.

"She died." James said sadly.

"Oh, I am sorry. That poor boy." The mother looked sadly towards Harry.

"Harry was only a baby when it happened, he's alright, well, he's strong." James said.

"I've yet to see a father and son who look so alike." The father said, looking between the two.

"Yes, I've heard that before." James said, smiling again.

"Dad! There's a gift shop, can we go there when we're done here?" Harry asked.

"Sure." James said.

"Thanks!" Harry said.

"Oh, the gift shop. The only part Marie likes. Well, we must say goodbye. It was nice to meet you." The father and mother walked away and towards Marie.

James brought Harry a book on castles and a muggle chess set. Harry wanted it so he could see if he could beat Ron at chess if he played with a muggle chess board and pieces. James had told Harry that he can look through the castle book and if he wanted to visit any castles at a later date then he could arrange it. Harry left with his gift bag, grinning and saying 'thank you' every minute.

James smiled.

"We'll come back to France. You've enjoyed it here I see." James said.

"Definitely! I've enjoyed all the places actually." Harry said.

"I'm glad." James smiled.

"Hey, dad, I can draw the castle if you want." Harry said.

"Oh, that would be brilliant!" James smiled.

"Actually, I had an idea. Why don't I make a scrap book? I can draw pictures of everything I've seen and done and we can put tickets and other receipts in it too!" Harry said.

"Brilliant! You be sure to ask me if you need help with that." James said.

Author's note: By the way, I don't own Pierrefonds. It is an amazing castle; I went there two years ago. They film the BBC series Merlin there. It is a beautiful castle. Hope you enjoyed the castle, please review!