Title: Bonjour, France!

Author: Gia

E-Mail: divinechild18@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: None. Actually, one or two implications, but that's really nothing.

Time: 6th Year.

Summary: Harry, along with two Order Members travel to France to do a special job. Harry must go under the illusion of a child, but things don't go well for young Harry.

Disclaimer: I own not a thing.

Author's Note: Side-story to "Marhabah, Egypt!". Harry mentions doing a job, in that story, so I'm writing it here.

Piri Lupin-Snape - Lol… Glad you like this! Yes, I agree to. I prefer my other Mission: Egypt, Cairo much more than this one. But, I'll do my best to make it just as good. Hmm… make any more vignettes? I'll have to think about it.. *grins* you never know!

Djay - Thanks for reviewing! Sorry for the long wait!

Slone - Glad you love it!! Sorry I didn't write any sooner, had much more important fics to work on.. Heh.. I know, not a very good excuse, but thanks for reviewing!

***

Harry eyed the goblet warily. He looked back at Snape.. And then back to the goblet. Back and forth, back and forth. Snape sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Come on Mr. Potter. I give you the goblet. You reached out, than reached back, out and back." he motioned with his arms to act it out. "You FINALLY take it, you lift to your lips, and then you put it back. Now, it's up and down, up and down!" His voice steadily grew, "THEN.. YOU LOOK FROM ME.. TO THE CUP, ME AND CUP!! WOULD YOU JUST BLOODY DRINK IT!?"

Harry blinked it. Admittedly, he did do what he said, but he didn't have to make it sound that bad.. He raised the goblet to his lips, eyes trained on Snape's, and swallowed everything in one gulp. Dropping the goblet on the floor, he waited.

"Nothing-- oh!"

Harry crumpled to the floor, breathing very hard. He glanced at his arms, watching in fascination, as his arms started shrinking, his hands getting small. With detached thoughts, he remembered that when he was a child, he did not look his age at all. If he would be a five year old, he'd probably look two. As he felt his entire body shrinking from inside his robes, his last thought before darkness claimed him was, I hope Snape has some clothes that fit me.

***

Large, innocent green eyes were suddenly opened to the world. These green eyes belonged to a rather small boy. Harry Potter. The said person was now holding back a yawn, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He blinked his eyes to adjust to the light, taking in his surroundings. "What just happened?" Instead of his normal voice, it came out as a higher pitch voice. Sudden memories of before rushed into his mind, he remembered taking the potion.

Giggling unlike himself, he struggled down the bed, having lost a considerable amount of what little height he had. Managing to compose himself on the chilly floor, he tiptoed towards the door to see if anyone was there. He brightened when he saw Sirius and Snape both sitting on separate chairs, apparently asleep. Grinning mischievously, he took small cautious steps towards Sirius first. He prodded him gently at first, checking to see if he was really asleep.

Being only awarded with a snort, Harry kicked him hard in the shins.

"BLOODY HELL!"

Harry burst into high-pitched laughter, crumpling to the floor. Sirius blinked owlishly, and looked down at the offending… offender.

"Harry! Your… such a midget!"

This caused Harry's brief laughter to pause, before he scowled up at him. Standing up quickly, he put both hands on his hips and glared at him.

"AM NOT!"

"Ouch, more like a midget with large lungs." He winced as he touched his ear briefly.

Harry just stuck out his tongue. Smiling bemusedly, Sirius bent down to pick Harry up. Wrapping his tiny little arms around Sirius's neck, Harry had a sort of bird's eye view at Snape. He snorted unlike himself yet again, and tried to reach out to Snape. Feeling his godson's arms flailing behind him, he asked quietly what he was doing.

"I have no idea… it just seems like a good idea to wave my arms in front of Snape…"

"You must've been one freaky little kid."

Leaning back so Harry could face Sirius. Without a word, Harry just stared deeply into Sirius's eyes. Even at a young age, Harry could project that familiar penetrating gaze he gave others when he was older. Feeling awkward, he tried to make the most of his time with Harry the best.

"I bet you're about hungry by now, eh Harry?"

Nodding happily, Harry hugged Sirius. Sirius could feel tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. Too many years… too many without Harry. He had completely missed his childhood. Here was his second chance, and nothing in the world would stop him from enjoying every minute of it. Humming a cheerful tune, he led Harry out of the Infirmary and straight to the kitchens.

***

"Harry Potter, sir, so nice to see you again!"

"DOBBY!!"

The poor elf was suddenly knocked down by Harry's spontaneous hug. Dobby's smile grew even wider, and hugged Harry back just as fiercely. Still grinning, Harry politely asked if they had any pancakes. Nodding enthusiastically, Dobby and three other elves immediately whipped out two plates with a large amount of pancakes. Plenty of maple syrup, with butter and an assortment of strawberries and blueberries to put on top.

Harry laughed delightedly, and both Sirius and Harry were treated to one of the best breakfast's they've ever happened. The other house elves were apparently pleased with Harry's sudden exclamations of how good the food was.

"Look, Padfoot! This is sooo good!! Try it!"

He smiled happily at the natural way Harry had just said 'Padfoot', and politely declined the pancake bit that Harry was trying to get him to eat.

"No thanks Harry. I'm already fu---mrpphhh!"

Harry giggled, and pointed at Sirius. He had grabbed a piece of pancake and stuffed it in Sirius's mouth before he could do anything. He was apparently having a hard time swallowing, but, after much prodding, poking, and chewing, he got it down. He mock glared down at Harry, but couldn't help a small smile. After finishing breakfast, they both bid the house elves goodbye.

"Dobby will visit you! I is promise!"

***

Full and contented, Sirius took Harry back to the infirmary before anyone would worry. To Sirius's astonishment, Snape was they're pacing back and forth. Staring now and then at Harry's bed. Sirius cleared his throat dramatically, making Harry burst into giggles. On their way back, Harry had taken to swinging Sirius's hand back and forth. Either Harry was enjoying acting his current age, or it was side effects of the potion.

"There you two are. It seems you two have had fun, eh Black? But, to the point at hand. While you two were gallivanting around, Dumbledore has said that there was a change in the mission. We will have to do it early. As in, thirty minutes from now. Somehow, their group has gotten word to prepare for an attack at night. Certain precautions have been taken, and the ambush will be done during the daytime. Morning, to be precise." He stopped to take a breath. Pulling out an envelope from his pocket, he held it out to Harry.

"Inside this envelope is the portkey you will be using to meet the other Order members in disguise. They will fill you in on what you must do. I take it Black will be accompanying you, until you are safely out of Hogwarts grounds. Once you have cleared the perimeter, you must immediately touch the portkey. Understood?"

Harry's entire demeanor changed, as he nodded seriously. Sirius silently said goodbye to the young version of Harry. It was too good to be true anyway. Sighing, he held his hand out for Harry. Harry sensed Sirius's sadness, and grasped his hand reassuringly. With a curt nod, they both left Snape and proceeded to walk in silence out of Hogwarts. Once they were out of the enchantments, Harry unexpectedly hugged Sirius.

"I'll be alright, Sirius. I promise."

With one final wave, Harry was gone.

***

The sudden onslaught of new sights and sounds were entirely new to Harry. Feeling something different, he looked down at himself. His clothes had changed drastically. No longer looking like a common student in Hogwarts, he was finely dressed. He gave off the idea that he was the son of royalty of some sort. Shrugging, he looked around. He was at a train station. The sign above clearly read: Gare Montparnasse.

Swallowing uncertainly, he headed inside. There were many people walking around, and he saw a small tour group to his left. Walking closer, he overheard their guide giving brief history of the place.

"Bienvenu à Gare Montparnasse! Je suis votre guide de tour, Lucia."

To Harry's complete amazement, he found he understood what she was saying. The tourists, however, could not say the same. A few had politely asked if she could tell them that in English. Smiling apologetically, she restated what she said.

"Welcome at Station Montparnasse! I am your tour guide, Lucia."

Her English was quite good, and the tourists immediately started taking pictures. Smiling, he kept on walking, feeling much more confident that he at least he could understand what these people were saying.

On his way to buy a ticket, since apparently that was what he was supposed to do, he had a good look around the train station. Three modern buildings were arranged in "U"-shape surrounding the station. The tracks have been recently completely covered by an impressive concrete structure bearing offices and gardens. The main hall is decorated by large op-art compositions signed by Vasarely. A small chapel, dedicated to Saint-Bernard , accessible to all religions, has its lectern carved in a railroad tie.

After many directions, Harry found the booth. However, before he could step closer, a woman had run into him.

"Excusez-moi, jeune monsieur." Excuse me, young man… She said quickly. Harry stared up at her, as she helped him up. To his astonishment, she took one look at his forehead, and quickly steered him in the opposite direction. Before he could say something to stop her, she had led him into a corner in the buildings.

"You must be Harry. Harry Potter. I am Melisande. Another friend of Albus. It is yet another stroke of luck to have run into you." She let out a melodious laugh. "I was unsure of which little boy to look for. But we must hurry, this is asking a lot. But.. Do you understand French?"

"Oui." Yes..

"Excellent."

She held his hand, and they both walked up to buy their tickets.

"Deux billets pour le train pour Gay Lussac." 2 tickets for the train to Gay Lussac.

The man looked at her closely, but handed over the tickets. He told them in French that it would be leaving in five minutes, and for them to hurry. Saying thank you, Melisande had ushered Harry with her to find a secluded seat in the train. Once they were checked in, and seated safely, she told Harry all he needed to know.

"Your name will be Boniface. The hotel we will be going to is called the Elysa Luxemborg. At 9:00, we are to check in. Since you are currently in this position, your "father and mother" will check in, leaving you in the lobby. Your job is to be our eyes. When we are playing our roles, we are left vulnerable. You must keep an alert eye, anyone could be approaching. When we have checked in, we will take you to our suite, there will be a package there…" she paused, when two more passengers walked in beside them, but luckily, they went on to the farther seats.

"That package is what we are hoping for. Under the bed, there will be a large teddy bear, with a hollow stomach cushioned by stuffing. I will personally put it inside, but it is up to you to make sure you do not lose it. Once we have secured the package, the other members will be waiting across the hotel as back up. Whatever you do, you must not show any inkling of knowledge about the teddy bear. The entire Order will be watching the progress, and will step in once danger is known to be too large. I know this is a bit much, but it is vital that you remember all this. Clear?"

"Oui." Harry said simply.

Smiling, she ruffled Harry's hair. "Votre mignon comme un petit garçon." You're good-looking as a little boy.

Harry blushed, but grinned back at the praise. The rest of the journey was spent in silence.

***

Once the train had stopped, both of them immediately stood up. They joined the line of people getting off, and went to the waiting area. Their was another man their, whom which Melisande had run to.

"Mon bien-aimé!" My beloved!

Harry ran to, standing awkwardly beside them.

"Dire bonjour à votre père, Boniface." Say hello to your father, Boniface.

"Bonjour..." Hello…

Smiling down at Harry, the man grasped Harry's other hand. The two adults quickly led Harry across the street to a parked car. To Harry's embarrassment, Melisande picked Harry up, putting him in her lap so he could sit in the front. Once the car had started, the three drove. The man turned his head, and grinned at Harry.

"I didn't introduce myself earlier, Boniface. My name is Oliver. I take it Melisande has explained what we do. We're nearing the hotel, so get ready to act."

***

They stopped at a fancy looking hotel. The name: Elysa Luxemborg emblazoned in gold across the building. A valet had come and taken the car to a parking lot. Gulping nervously, he grasped Melisande's hand.

This was it.

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A/N: END OF CHAPTER TWO!! I was going to keep on going… but I wanted it to be at least three chapters!! ^_^ Lol.. I finally did it!