A Year Abroad, Part One:

Potter Blanc: Beauxbaton's Acadamy

Author: Snuffles and Nixxie-chan Rating: PG 13 for now, the rating may go up... at second thought....the rating will go up. Summary: On her dying bed, Rowena Ravenclaw, the last great Seer, made a prophecy that, when the Pure True Heart was reborn, the last war would be fought. A/N: I own none of these characters, I only own the plot, which I have created. I also in no way profit financially from this story. I only profit from the reviews I get from my readers. I would like it very much if people would not send me flames, they are very discouraging. So if you want to review my story, please only send constructive criticism. This means if you do not like my story, you can review, but you cant use all caps and you cant rant about how horrible it is, you can only tell me what you don't like about it in a constructive way. Thank you

Chapter 1: Letters, Part 1

Harry was sitting at his desk, looking out the window in a daze. The sun was setting and the sky was a brilliant pink. His trance wasn't broken until he saw a dark form intruding the bright sky. He could tell right away, from its silhouette, that it was an owl.

He opened the window to let in the great big tawny bird. It landed on his desk and lifted its leg up. Harry pulled off the letter in anticipation and saw that it was his Hogwarts letter but it was very thick. The owl turned and flew out the window, and Harry shut it.

He opened up the envelope and several pieces of parchment fell out. The first was his normal letter saying that he had been indeed accepted back into Hogwarts for his sixth year. He read it then dropped it into the waist basket next to his desk. Not Important. The next was his list of schoolbooks and supplies. It wasn't his usual supply list that's for sure. Silk robes? Since when did Hogwarts students have to wear silk robes? The books were odd as well. He had never heard of any of those books before. None of the sixth years had then the year before. Maybe it was for the new DADA teacher this year.

Excitement passed over him. He couldn't wait to see who the new DADA teacher was. They had changed every year since Harry's first year at Hogwarts. The first year they had had a man possessed by Voldemort who died. The second year, they had had Gilderoy Lockhart, a fraud who now was in Saint Mungos because of a memory spell that had back fired. Their third year, their teacher was a werewolf and the best teacher they had ever had, in Harry's opinion. But he had resigned at the end of the year. So, in their fourth year, they had a famous Auror, Mad eye Moody, but it wasn't really him. It had turned out to be a servant of Voldemort under the Polyjuice Potion. Then, last year, there was an inspector from the Ministry who just turned out to be a complete witch (no pun intended). But she was fired at the end of this year. What kind of bizarre teacher would they get this year?

Harry turned his attention back to the papers on his desk. The next piece of parchment he picked up was another letter.

Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to
study a year a year abroad. You, along with seven of your year mates
will be studying at Beauxbaton's Academy of Sorcery. Please have your
parent/guardian fill out the permission slip, sign it, and then send
it back to us. The trip is completely cost free. We will send you
the rest of the details upon the arrival of your signed permission
slip. We will not accept your letter any later than July 31st as we
need to inform Beauxbatons school of your attendance of their school.
Thank you,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Harry looked down at the letter stunned. He reread it a couple of times, then laid it on his desk. He picked up his permission slip and looked over it.

Harry felt like a popped balloon. There was no way he could get Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia to sign it. They wouldn't see the opportunity. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get Dumbledore or Professor McGonagall to sign it either. He had tried that once before with his Hogsmede permission slip. Harry's heart jumped, he could get Sirius to sign...

Harry stopped for a second. Sirius wasn't alive anymore.

Harry had found himself doing that a lot lately. He would get up and start to write him a letter and then realize that he couldn't, because he was dead. Harry's life had really changed after his death. He wasn't really that happy anymore. Nothing really excited him anymore. It was just dull. Maybe this trip to Beauxbaton would help his case of depression.

Harry decided that the only way to get permission was to ask the Dursleys. He lookd in the mirror and fixed his messy hair the best he could because he knew how much Vernon hated his hair. He brushed all the wrinkles out of his clotjes, because he hated that too. He took a deep breathe then, picked up the permission slip and walked downstairs.

The TV was blaring and Harry could see the Dursley's completely entranced by the muggle invention. He rolled his eyes and the stepped in front of the television.

"Move, boy!" Vernon said brusquely, "We're trying to watch the tele!"

"I need you to sign a form for me," Harry said, not moving and inch.

"MOVE BOY!" Vernon said a little more forcefully.

"NO!" Harry said, matching Vernon's tone. It surprised Vernon a little. Taken aback, he replied.

"What is it?" he stuck out his hand gesturing Harry to give the parchment to him. Harry handed it to him.

"A form, I told you," Harry said, getting a little bit impatient. If Vernon had heard the hint of impatience in his voice, he ignored because he just looked down at the paper.

"Is it another one of those ruddy school forms?" he asked looking up. Harry felt like saying, 'Where else would I get one? The launder-mat?' But his actual words were more careful and a bit more thought out.

"Yes, it is, Ive been invited to-"

"No," Vernon said cutting him off.

"And why not?" Harry asked vehemently. Vernon looked up at him astonished. He had not expected that. Vernon faltered as he searched for an excuse.

"Because...because..." Vernon stuttered trying to find words.

"You don't HAVE a reason. You just wont let me go because you don't want to give me any privileges!" Harry nearly shouted.

"Yes I DO have a reason," Vernon said indignently.

"Okay then, what is it?" Harry questioned angrily.

"I don't need to give you and explination for all of my decisions. My answer is no," Vernon said with finality. Harry ignored it and replied.

"You just wont let me go because its and opportunity for me, it's a chancce for me to excel and have great experiences, and you don't want that." Harry said, really angry. "'OH NO! We can't let Harry Potter have a little bit of fun because he worships the dark prince Satan with his peers.' " Harry said in a high pitched voice imitating his aunt and uncle. "Your afraid that I'll master my 'satanic powers'!" Harry yelled at his blue faced uncle.Harry began to say something else but Vernon cut him off. Vernon definitely caught the sarcasm in his voice that time.

"Damn right, boy! You should be glad we keep you here in this house, with your own room. Do NOT be disrespectful!"

"AAAAARRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" was all that Harry seemed to be able to say. Harry turned on his heel and began to storm out of the room until he had a brilliant idea. He composed himself and then turned back around with a wicked smile on his face.

"Well, if you don't sign my form, I'll run out into the middle of the road and shout 'I AM HARRY POTTER THE WIZARD AND I CAN DO MAGIC!! I LIVE WITH THE DURSLEYS IN NUMBER 4 PRIVATE DRIVE!!' " Harry taunted Vernon viscously. Vernon's face was blue, and turning paler by the minute.

"You wouldn't do that!" Vernon said with faux anger. He was unable to hide his doubt.

Harry turned around and took a step towards the door.

"It's about dinner time, so everyone should be out on their back porch, eating," he said nonchalantly, but then added, "If I shout loud enough, even the people inside could hear me." He said, now grinning uncontrollably. The look on Vernon's face was too much. It was practically white now, but it was almost in the shape of a balloon. Harry felt a deep sense of satisfaction at this.

He took another step towards the door...and then another. He began to think that he may actually have to do it. One finger landed on the doorknob teasingly. Then slowly, and he was sure agonizingly, put a second. As Harry was about to lay the third, Vernon shot up from his place on the couch, knocking over his dinner tray as he moved as quickly as he could to put his great mass between harry and the door. He had never seen Vernon move that fast before.

"Okay! I'll sign your bloody form!" Vernon said with anger. He grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him back to the couch. He put the form on his newly erected dinner tray and grabbed a pen from the fake mahogany table. Then he handed it up to Harry.

Harry turned on his heel and went over to the stairs. Halfway up, he turned and looked at three people watching him anxiously. He smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you," then turned around and went up to his room.

TBC.......

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