Chapter 1

Alternate Summary: Harry Potter disappeared at 10 years old from the Dursley residence. No one in Britain except the goblins know where the young Potter ended up. Studying at Beauxbatons, a very different young man returns to Britain for the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and Voldemort and Dumbledore will be in for the surprise of their lives. Because where ever Harry goes, trouble is sure to follow.

This is Slash between Tom/Voldemort and Harry. A Harry goes to Beauxbatons story. A lot of OCs, btw. And I don't own Harry Potter, obviously. And Dumbledore/Ron/Molly Bashing. AU!

French is not my first language so please help me if I get anything wrong. Thank you!

Updated: 01/24/20

"Écoute, s'il vous plait! Students, I would like to announce that the Triwizard Tournament will be held for the first time in centuries! An event which promotes unity between the European schools as well as testing the strongest your year has to offer. The tournament will be held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by the British Ministry and the Hogwarts Headmaster. I know you all must be very excited about this amazing event; however, I regret to inform you that only the 6th and 7th years will be allowed to come- ", Madame Maxime paused to allow the expected shouts of disappointment, "- yes, yes terrible I know. 6th and 7th year students that are interested will have to see the Professeur Combattre, Madame Dolven before next week. Now, bon appétit!"

The Directrice canceled hersonorous charm and gave the sea of blue-coated students one last smile before she left the dining pavilion. As soon as her back disappeared through the arched marble doorway the students exploded into excited chattering.

"LeFey!" A smooth voice called, walking to one of the round marble tables, "Mon cher, I hope you are planning on going?" The student grabbed a seat beside the object of his attention, throwing his powder blue Beauxbatons coat over the back of his chair.

Hadrial LeFey-Potter hesitated, his emerald green eyes shifting to anywhere but the boy beside him.

"Oh, come on! It would be no fun without you! You make any event worth it," Hadrial's friends jokingly joined in. "Please Hadrial! Oh please!" They dramatically cried out and begged to the raven-haired teen before breaking into laughter.

"Andres," Hadrial glared.

"Plaire? Mon ami, mon couer, mon amour?" Andres pleaded.

Hadrial looked around the table to see all six of his friends making the same stupid pleading face.

He threw his hands in the air, the white balloon sleeves of his shirt flying around his wrists. "Fine!" He exclaimed.

The table cheered, and Andres planted a kiss on both of his cheeks.

Amélie, Eloise, and Diane, the three girls at the table, also got up to kiss his cheeks before loudly announcing that they were going to get their permission slips. They grabbed their blue coats and shoulder bags before they slipped through the same archway that other students were coming-and-going through.

"But I am not competing!" Hadrial called after the girls, who in return ignored him.

Jules and Gabriel simply shook their heads and looked to Hadrial and Andres, "girls", all four of the boys sighed.

"I am happy you're coming Hadrial. Andres is right; where ever you go, excitement is sure to follow." Jules Martin gave a dimpled grin, his honey blonde hair flopping down in front of his blue eyes.

Gabriel bumped Hadrial's shoulder, "Trouble more like it!" he laughed loudly. Hadrial shrugged, he couldn't help that things just seemed to be extremely lucky or extremely unlucky when he was around.

"I guess we should go get our slips as well then, oui?" Hadrial said, standing up. The three other boys stood up to follow. Hadrial threw his coat on over the ruffle shirt, pulling the draping sleeves through so they hung out of the coat's before grabbing his bag and leaving the grand pavilion. At one time the tall ceilings covered in oil paintings and gold accents had been awing, but he'd grown up there for seven years now so he barely even glanced at the vivid art and crème marble.

Hadrial LeFey-Potter, or just LeFey as he preferred, was only a few months into being 17. He had grown up at Beauxbatons since he had left the Dursley's household at 10 years old, having accepted to study at the French school of magic for the summer. Beauxbatons was a year long school with optional summer classes and mandatory pre-schooling. During which, they were taught how to correctly hold a wand, how to prepare their potions stations, how to take care of their rooms, how to cast the accelerated language charm (in Hadrial's case), and learn what magics they were predestined for. They also got to meet their year mates and learn the school grounds before they would need to know where their classes were.

That was when Hadrial met Andres, Gabriel, Diane, and Amélie.

It's always a bit awkward starting an AU story so tell me how I did. I'll try to clear some things up as much as I can.

Longer chapters after this,

French:

Écoute, s'il vous plait! Listen, please!

Professeur Combattre Combat Teacher

bon appétit enjoy your meal

Directrice Headmistress

Mon cher My dear

Plaire? Mon ami, mon couer, mon amour? Please? My friend, my heart, my love?

oui? yes?