Throughout the Summer, Harry tried his best to avoid anything to do with the recently rediscovered Dark Lord. Voldemort was causing enough troubles for him without Harry going to seek out anything to do with his nemesis. Once or twice a week, Harry would suffer from nightmares that would leave him thrashing and screaming in bed. Sirius started getting more and more worried. Harry felt as if one day he was going to snap. The headaches, cold sweat, and nightmares were making him less than friendly to the others around him and thus, he stayed secluded in his room, angry at his own misfortune. "Damn you, Voldemort!" He grumbled, throwing one of his textbooks at the wall.

One day, during a rather hot day which Harry was once again secluded in his bedroom, an owl swooped in. It looked very tired and hot so Harry set out a bowl for it to drink out of and fed it a few treats. Tied to it's leg was a letter in emerald writing. The envelope sealed with a stamp that had an eagle, a badger, a lion, and a serpent imprinted upon the wax. The letter had come from Hogwarts. Harry wondered throughout the Summer when Dumbledore would finally be audacious enough to ask him to transfer schools. Many of the letters Harry received from Dumbledore talked of Wizarding Britain and the British Ministry yet it was riddled with many undertones of Hogwarts and Harry's possible schooling there. The hinting and slyness of the old headmaster started to annoy Harry. His irritation was even greater with the lack of sleep and the nightmares that poisoned his subconscious when he did sleep.

Harry sighed and opened the seal. It was the standard Hogwarts letter that Sirius had told him about from his days at school. Harry read over the letter, gradually getting more and more annoyed with the invitation. He quite liked France and he didn't feel a lot of real reason to go. If Voldemort wanted him, he could come find Harry in France. He had an actual home here whereas in Britain, the only memories he had were him being beaten and starved by the Dursleys. Not to mention the dangerous Tri-Wizard Tournament was the only true memory of the school itself, the rest of the memories were just stories from Sirius back when he went to school there. No sir, He did not want to return to Britain.

However, Harry also felt a great tugging at his conscience. There were many people in Britain that Voldemort could hurt before he made his way to France. He knew in his heart that if Voldemort returned, it would be like the first war. While Harry had no first hand experience of Voldemort's first reign of terror, Sirius' hollowed eyes and gutteral voice when he spoke about it were enough for Harry to never want anything like that to befall him. Harry reminded himself there were families who would suffer because of him if he didn't return to Britain. People like his friend, Luna could die simply because Harry didn't want to leave his home. Sometimes he hated that he had sympathy for others. It seems either way, someone was going to suffer. He had to decide whether it was going to be him, or others.

Harry sighed and folded up his letter. He needed some time to think and some help. He set his letter down on his bed and opened the door. Slowly walking downstairs, he admired the french architecture in his house. He'd lived in for about five years yet he never did get a good look at the large windows that let light flood in. Harry sighed and shook his head. He was procrastinating and no matter how much he wanted to get rid of this problem easily, it would not be solved easily.

"Sirius?" Harry called, opening the door to his godfather's room.

"What's up, pup?" Sirius asked, leaning against the head of his bed. Sirius set the book he was reading down and faced Harry.

"I received a letter today and honestly, I have no idea what to do." Harry pleaded. "I mean, I want to stay here and learn at Beauxbatons but I can't help but feel responsible! Dumbledore invited me to Hogwarts, probably to train me but it would mean leaving France for most of the year! I already did that and believe me, I don't want to do that for the next three years!" Harry looked very panicked. Sirius smiled fondly and stood up.

"Well Harry, I honestly think you should go with what your gut tells you. Don't let all the worries of the war get to you, okay? I like the quote from Martin Luther" Sirius cleared his throat and straightened up, "for to go against conscience is neither right nor safe. Here I stand, I can do no other." Sirius smirked, "I hope that helps, kiddo. I think if you're wanting other opinions, you should probably talk to Fleur and Luna. Those two seem to know you best." Harry nodded.

"My thoughts exactly. Thanks, Sirius." Harry left, leaving Sirius to think of what he and Harry spoke raced back to his room where he set up his quill and ink. He dipped the quill into the parchment and began to write.

Dear Luna,

I need your help. I received a letter this morning from Albus Dumbledore. He invited me to attend Hogwarts for the rest of my schooling. He hasn't said it outright however I believe he wishes to train me on the side. If I go to Hogwarts, I will not be trained in a war I don't want to be in and I might never see France again. I also could decline but it might put you and many others in danger. Please respond soon.

Sincerely,

Harry

Harry sealing his letter, pressing the warm wax against his letter and tied it to his owl and away she flew. Harry closed the window and threw on some muggle clothes. He needed to talk to Fleur. He raced downstairs after stuffing the Hogwarts letter in his pocket. Harry breifly bade Sirius Farewell and ran out the door of the house. Sirius looked out the window, seeing his charge race to Fleur's house, he laughed a little. Harry banged on the door, anxious to talk to Fleur. He was panting and flushed from running. Their house elf, Tilly, opened the door to the manor. Immediately recognizing Harry, the house elf ushered him inside. "Miss Fleur will be very excited to see yous' Mr. Harry Potter, sir!" Tilly enthused. Harry smiled.

"Well, I don't know about excited but I am certainly anxious." Harry answered, trailing behind the animated elf. When the duo arrived at Fleur's bedroom door, Tilly snapped her fingers, unlocking the door, and told Harry to wait. The door slid shut behind him and he waited. The silence of the large mansion seemed very depressing for a house that contained very happy people.

Fleur opened the door and smiled, "Bonjour Harry , quoi de neuf?" She asked.

"Je besoin... d'un... peu d'aide... avec ce..." Harry said, trying to reply in French and held the Hogwarts letter for Fleur to see. Fleur saw the letter and raised an eyebrow.

"Are zey serious?" She asked, "You already go to Beauxbatons." Fleur said, bewildered that Hogwarts would try to recruit a student from another school.

Harry nodded, "I just don't know what to do-"

"Say no!" Fleur exclaimed

"It's not that simple, Fleur!" Harry said exasperatedly, "I want to stay at Beauxbatons but there's a war coming. Voldemort's going to come back and I think I should be ready. Professor Dumbledore could probably help me a lot better than the teachers at Beauxbatons, considering his power and his brilliance." Harry added. He didn't like playing Devil's advocate with Fleur but he needed a less emotional and more objective opinion. Then again, it was Fleur he was talking to and if she was anything, it was very emotional with the things she cared about, Harry included.

"I see..." Fleur said. Her eyes were misty, "Vell, I suppose it really iz up to you, but if you vant my opinion, I say you should not go." She said quietly, "While I do not wish you to go to 'ogwarts and I certainly vill not like it, I vill respect your choice." Harry felt a heavy weight on his chest. That was all he needed to hear. He wrapped his arms around Fleur and she kissed his forhead.

"Thank you, Fleur. I-I'll talk to you later, okay?" Harry stated shakily, finally pulling away from the embrace. Fleur nodded, dismayed.

"If you are not travelling to Scotland any time soon." Fleur muttered and slammed her bedroom door. Harry let out a deep breath and slowly descended the stairs of the house. Maybe the decorations of the mansion really were fitting as he was not in a joyful mood. The walk back to his home was silent and depressing. He supposed this is how some criminals feel when walking to death row. However for him, the only death that would happen would be the death of his friendship with Fleur. He knew in his heart that Fleur would hate him going to Hogwarts. This did not make his decision any easier.

When Harry got home, Sirius smiled and patted his head, "Women are never easy, Harry." He said sagely. Harry smiled weakly. While he wasn't in the best of moods, he felt himself feeling better the more he was around Sirius.

The next morning, Harry awoke to his owl tapping on the window. Light streamed from the windows and Harry stared for a moment before opening the window and removing the letter. He was rather surprised to already receive correspondence from Luna as he only sent the letter yesterday morning. Harry was very curious to read the letter from the usually care-free girl. If she responded this quickly, she obviously cared a lot.

Dear Harry,

While the invitation to Hogwarts did not surprise me all that much, I was rather surprised you needed my help to decide. You are usually so confident and sure of yourself, or have I been getting the wrong impression? You should relax a little because your head is obviously infested with wrackspurts. The only surefire way I know of to get rid of them is thinking positive but I suppose with the decision that's causing the wrackspurts could be negative. It is indeed a paradox. Come around for tea sometime and we can talk about getting rid of those pests, okay?

With love,

Luna

Harry couldn't suppress his amusement at the Lovegood girl's letter. It appeared that she understood his problem. He did grow a little frustrated that the key to his problems was not revealed in her letter, as she was very clever, but he knew answers like this didn't just fall from the sky. He sighed.

"I suppose tea with Luna couldn't be too bad. I haven't seen her since the end of Spring, after all." Harry said to himself. He picked up a nearby quill and dabbed it into an inkwell. Harry intended to get a straight answer out of Luna. Harry wrote a quick reply scheduling to meet her the coming Saturday, which was in three days, at noon for tea. After watching the owl disappear into the distance, Harry began mentally preparing himself for tea with a Lovegood.

A.N.

Hello my beloved readers! Since I've seen many reviews about this, I have chosen to address it as to avoid many more reviews on the subject. I am trying to find a beta as of right now however I am am having some trouble with it. So, I am asking all of you, would someone refer me to a beta that they view as very good? I want my story to be the best it can be for you all but without a beta, that will be difficult. Also, on a minor note as I've seen a few reviews on this as well, I will be showing some of the first three years through flashback. The reason I started on the fourth/triwizard tournament was because that is when significance due to Harry being in Beauxbatons begins! Thank you! ~Patchwork Dr.