12 France
Gerard DuValais and his family lived in a very nice house. Harry had no idea what to expect when he accepted the invitation. He knew about Ron's house, and it sounded like fun but not like something elegant; he'd heard Draco Malfoy bragging about his home, which seemed to be more like a palace than a house. If Draco's words bore any truth in them, Harry wasn't sure he'd like to live in such a place.
The house that he found himself in was like neither. In a way, it reminded him of some houses he'd seen not very far from the Dursley home, where some rich people lived, yet this one was much nicer. It was a two-stories house that was built like a large rectangle with a garden in the middle. From the entrance hall, where he arrived, he could see a door straight ahead, leading to what looked like a very nice garden. Behind him, a large double door served as the entrance and had large windows at both sides, showing a paved access road and another, larger garden. Two doors on the other opposing sides seemed to lead to the rest of the house.
Gerard noticed the way Harry looked around. "We had this house built shortly before becoming parents. It is inspired by the old Roman architecture, giving us a lot of light during the day and keeping the house warm even in the winter. Living close to the Mediterranean also helps."
It turned out that all the bedrooms were in the back wing, accessible through both right and left wings, which served for offices, studies, and a few guest rooms. The family quarters included the master bedroom, six additional bedrooms, three of which were used by the family's daughters, and a nice library. Harry was also surprised to find a working television set in the family room, along with a music system and a computer.
"How can these work in a magical environment?" he asked.
Gerard shrugged. "A simple shield is all it takes. We use runic shields, since they don't need constant maintenance, but a simple shield charm will do fine for as long as it keeps."
"Why did they say that magic and electronics can't coexist?" Harry wondered.
"The British Pure-bloods are very conservative. They refuse to recognize the advances in the muggle world since the last century. We, in France, think that is stupid. Why give up all that modern technology can offer?"
Harry nodded. It made perfect sense to him.
Just as Elsa had told him, Harry was placed in her room for the duration of his stay, although he was offered his own room, if he wanted. Elsa lost no time in removing her clothes, urging Harry to do the same. She then led him to the backyard, where her sisters and her mother were stretched on beach beds, tanning at the side of the pool.
It was the first time Harry saw Elsa's mother nude, yet he couldn't say he was surprised. After seeing Claudette nude, her mother was just a more mature version, showing the same perfect figure, perfect skin, and a beautiful face. Mme. DuValais stood up and hugged Harry. He was too aware of the feminine body pressed into him, and the two round breasts pushing his chest. His body reacted strongly, but the lady didn't seem to mind. "I'm glad you could come, Lord Potter. I hope you'll have a pleasant time in France."
It took Harry a bit of time to regain his voice, trying his best to look at her face and not any lower. "I'm glad to be here, Madam, and I'm already enjoying it."
She smiled teasingly, still holding him close enough to feel his erection. "That's quite evident, Lord Potter."
Claudette and Emmanuelle only waved their hands at him. Harry felt thankful for not having to hug them. He wasn't sure that it would not have caused him a certain embarrassment.
Gerard joined them a few minutes later, just as naked. "You may still need to recuperate a bit," he told Harry, "but I suggest you spend tomorrow and the next day mainly on finishing your school homework. We have an extensive library at your service and you may also ask me or my wife if you need any additional explanations."
"Why hurry?" After spending the school year with Ron at his side, and despite Hermione's influence, it was just natural for Harry to ask.
Gerard smiled. "We're already past the middle of your vacation, so it's not really a hurry. Then, I'd like us to spend as many days as we can on the Riviera, but you can't take your homework there, since the resort we plan to go to is purely muggle."
Although homework didn't sound like fun, Harry couldn't really care. Elsa was lying naked at his side, holding his hand and making him feel wonderful. With her at his side, he was sure that he could do his homework almost at once. He just let the late afternoon sun caress his body while he enjoyed being so well accepted.
Elsa and her family stayed naked the whole evening. Harry didn't dare get clothed either, despite his body reacting a few more times to the naked women around him. Elsa insisted on showering together and then going to bed naked. She also took care of his "little problem" in the shower. Her hands worked wonders on him, yet he managed to resist for several minutes before reaching his release. Elsa only smiled at him, yet he felt as if she was congratulating him for holding back so well.
The whole family had breakfast still nude. Gerard excused himself. "I need to handle some business before going on vacation. I'll be home before dinner. Try to finish as much of your homework as you can, and don't stay in the sun for too long, or you'll get sunburns."
After breakfast, they returned to Elsa's room, where they could both sit at the large desk and prepare their homework. Elsa translated her homework for Harry to understand, and he found that they had similar tasks for homework, yet different enough to force each of them to work individually.
They did homework for an hour and then went to the pool. Elsa swam for a short while and then decided to work on her tan. Harry spent much longer in the water, if only to retain what he had learned in the swimming lessons at the camp. He then joined Elsa in the sun. An hour later, they returned to their homework, making nice progress until lunch.
"I think that a short nap under the trees could be nice," Elsa suggested. Harry agreed. Any time spent with Elsa, especially in the nude, was very nice for him.
They spent two more hours on their homework, before calling it a day and moving to the poolside, where the other females of the family were stretched. Harry really liked to look at them all, yet he liked Elsa the best.
Harry approached Gerard after dinner. "May I ask you something?"
"Go on, ask."
Harry blushed. "It's kind of personal, so..."
Gerard waved him to the backyard, where they walked silently for a moment before Harry asked, "Is it natural for me to get excited at seeing girls or women naked?"
Gerard hid a smile. "How old are you, Harry?"
"I'm twelve, as you already know. I had my birthday about a week before the end of the summer camp."
"Most boys start getting interested in girls close to your age. It is a bit later for muggles and it may come quite a bit early for those whose magic is above average. You are way above average, so it's natural for you to be sexually aroused by young females and to even be able to do something about it, as I've heard. There's nothing for you to be ashamed about, though. Most boys in your class will pass this phase during the coming school year or the next."
Harry seemed relieved at hearing this. Gerard felt it was right for him to ask a question now. "Do you know the male contraceptive spell, Harry?"
This made Harry blush some more. "Yes, Elsa had taught me before she agreed to let me... have sex with the girls at the camp. It may have been wiser to use condoms, though."
Gerard shook his head. "Not necessarily. You cast that spell way before you become excited with your partner. Putting a condom when you're already with her may not work too well, although it can seem safer to muggles."
Harry felt that this conversation was very important for him. "Thank you, sir. I really appreciate your willingness to help me understand. No adult has ever talked with me about such matters."
They all moved to the resort two days later. After seeing naked girls around him for a few days, Harry was not affected too much by the multitude of naked people. Most were actually much older and not too nice to look at, yet there were some boys and girls about his age. Elsa helped with the translation, when needed, since she knew not only French and English, but also some Italian, German, and even a bit of Spanish, making her able to communicate with all the children their age at the resort.
Harry enjoyed the vacation very much. He found that he liked the freedom that nudity gave him, and his body stopped embarrassing him within two days. He still enjoyed looking at any nice girl or woman, as expected from a boy his age. He spent most of his time with Elsa, although she wasn't the most attractive girl around and some of the more developed girls did mention certain other entertaining activities, if he only joined them. Harry was content to just hug Elsa and occasionally caress her still childish face.
They returned to the Manor house about a week before the end of the summer vacation. Gerard took the youngsters for some pre-school shopping, making sure to buy Harry the best quality clothes, both muggle and magical.
"You also need another wand," he told Harry.
"Why? This one performs very well for me."
"Every wand sold at Olivander's has some tracking charms on it, allowing the Ministry to monitor underage magic, among other things. A wand you buy here would be custom made for you, giving you more power and better control than one chosen at random, and would allow you to use magic any time, undetectable by your Ministry. Besides, keeping a spare wand handy is always a good idea."
There were no ready-made wands in the wand shop. The wandmaker measured his arm and his hand and some more, and then instructed Harry on the right way to choose the different materials for the wand. Harry still ended with a Phoenix feather in his wand, along with a dragon's heartstring, but in a different wood. His new wand was also much shorter, easier to keep in a pocket or hide, when among muggles. It did feel a bit different, yet it was clear that he could use much more power with this wand and control it in a much finer way. He knew it could make a difference in a fight, but the old wand was more than good enough for school work.
On the first day of September, Elsa was expected to use her portkey and arrive at school before nine. She hugged him tightly and kissed his cheeks. "I'll write to you every day," she promised.
"Twice a week is enough," Harry said. "I don't think I'll be able to write more often."
She shrugged. "You don't have to answer each and every letter, you know, but I'll write every other day, if you prefer."
She blew him a kiss before disappearing.
"We can now use another portkey to take you to London," Gerard said. "I'd rather not take you directly to the platform, though. We shall go to Diagon Alley and use the floo from there."