Out of the frying pan and into the freezer.

"Ve have vays of making you talk franczose." said Gruppefurher Sturggon. "If zou do not talk soon I vill have to employ most unpleasant measures." "Please sir I don't know anything. I have no idea of what you are talking about. I don't know of any little girls or anything like that." said monsieur De Gaulle. However on the inside his stomach was turning. The girls that he was talking about had to be Fleur and Caprice. He had no idea what had happened to them or even if they were still alive. He knew this man was not to be taken lightly. The SS insignia on his jacket and the deaths head emblem were enough to know that this man was not known for his kindness and mercy. "Zou have been seen with this a lot, I vonder vat it means to you." He pulled out Monsieur de Gaulle's wand, the one thing that would keep him safe and protected. "I guess you don't need it. It is only a stick." With that he took it into both of his hands and snapped it across his knee. "No!" yelled out De Gaulle. "I see vee is getting somvere. Are you ready to talk." De Gaulle just sat in silent defeat, trying not to let the German see his anguish. "No." said Sturggon. "I know vat ve vill do. Ve had some problems with some snipers and we would like you to… help us find them." He said with an evil grin. He then summoned to more SS soldiers' in. "Make sure he is properly outfitted in Wermacht clothing and send him to the shopping district." said Sturggon. Then, grabbing him by the arms they both replied in unison. "Ja Herr Sturggon."

Madam Maxime and the rest of the volunteers had figured out where Monsieur De Gaulle had taken the students, by reading his lesson notes and by interviewing the students. They presently arrived in the exact same place the group had arrived on their first adventure. "All right sure zat you all have on the disillusionment charm as to not be seen" she said. "Madame, we have no way of knowing how far or how lost they've gotten them-selves. "said a small wizard two the right of the whole group. "Well either way we have to keep going or we will never find them." said Madame Maxime. The group looked in every building and every corner of the block that they were in but still could not find the trio. After two hours looking they gave up promising to continue the search elsewhere until they were found.

Fleur and caprice kept looking over at Heinrich. They had not spoken since Hienrich revealed that he could speak English and had heard their conversation about witches and Muggles and the sort. After a long time Fleur finally had enough. She looked over at him and sat there dumbfounded. He was the same soldier that Monsieur De Gaulle had taken care of just a couple of days ago. While they sat in silence they noticed that he was also looking over at them…Mainly Fleur.

-That is the girl I saw the other day. Wow she really is beautiful. She probably has boyfriends and guys on deck with looks like that. What would she ever want to do with me, besides I pulled a knife on her a tried to kill her…Oh god I did that. How could I. I couldn't, I wouldn't, but I did…Wait get a hold of yourself. This is a war what am I thinking about. She is the enemy…but how could I kill her, or even try for that matter. - Hienrich sat thinking to himself.

"Aufmerksamkiet, Amerikaner, Juden, und französischer widerstand. Sie Mϋssen ϋbergeben, wenn sie. Leben wollen, wenn sie nicht sie machen, den alle getötet werden werden!" boomed the loud speaker again, just this time it was fienter. That told the three teenagers that they were still in the vicinity of the town. "Hey, Hienrich… right. What is he saying?" asked Fleur. Hienrich looked over at her and was amazed that she was talking to him. He couldn't believe it. He stared at her in amazement. "Hey, I'm talking to you. I thought that you could speak French. What did that man say?" She said again, and this time had a little more annoyance. He was taken out of his trance by her forceful question and sat processing what was said. "Vell, it's feint and hard to hear. It's a varning, they almost always are. Let's see…Attention Americans, Jews, and French resistance. You have to surrender if you vant to live, If you do not, you all will be killed." He said, looking satisfied with him-self. Hienrich thought that maybe since the blond haired girl talked to him maybe she will talk some more. "Why are you doing this? Can't you tell that you are hurting these people." yelled Fleur. "Excuse me" Hienrich looked back at her. "You heard me you filthy pig. Why do you do this to these people? They have done nothing to you. Why do you kill fathers and husbands, rape wives and daughters? Do you get some kind of jolly out of it?" yelled Fleur with tears in her eyes. Apparently the translation of the hateful language, as Fleur had taken to calling it, was enough to push her over her limit. "I have done nothing either. I only do vat I am told, because if I don't I'll get killed. Besides it's not like these French men don't deserve it. They need the mighty German vor machine." Hienrich said matter of factly. Apparently this did not sit well with Fleur because both she and Caprice were from France. Hienrich did not know this and wondered why Fleur was hitting him. His training took over, and he punched Fleur hard across the face. This was just to much and she pulled out her wand forgetting it was there. Her hatred for Hienrich was boiling over as she stood; tears flowing out of her eyes "Avada…" just before she could finish Caprice knocked her to the ground. "Don't he's not worth it. Don't through your life away and condemn yourself to Azkaban for his sake." said Caprice letting Fleur cry into her shoulder.

Claudette was standing outside her captors room when she heard the fighting. One of the girls was arguing with the German soldier. She had underestimated them. They truly were on her side. She leaned into the door, not making a sound when from inside came the sound of someone getting punched. It was one of the girls because as of this moment, if she was trying not to cry, she had failed miserably. The girl then said something like Avada or something then, the other girl come to console her. Claudette took this as her cue. She ran in and hit Hienrich across the face and sent him to the ground. She did not have enough force to knock him out but it made his nose bleed. "Do you see why this is nothing more lowly piece of slime that does not deserve to crawl this earth." said Claudette to the girls. "e have not been properly introduced, Je M'appelle, Claudette." She said as she gave a low bow. "my name is Caprice and this is my friend Fleur Delacour." Caprice said, still holding Fleur "You to, come with me I want to show you something." said Claudette, motioning out the door. Both girls got up and they went outside. The air was still and the sun was shining for once. It was rather cold out side and both girls put on a warming spell silently under their breath. They made small talk walking through the forest. They talked about what it was like before the war and how school went. "So, where do you too go to school?" asked Claudette. "We go to a private school more north than here called Bauxbatons." said Caprice. She did not tell them that it was a wizarding school or that they were from fifty years in the future. "Sounds strangely familiar, you'll be glad to know though that your school is probably liberated. The Americans finally pushed through in an assault on Normandy. I can't wait to see the Americans. When they come there will be great fanfare and I will sing-Oh say can you see, by the dawns early light. What so proudly we hail, at the twilights last gleaming." She finished her song as all three girls broke out in laughter. After what seemed like a long time Claudette had taken them back into town. They made there way into the shopping district and sat down. Claudette got in her bag and pulled out a scope and set it to her rifle. She then stuck it out and waited. Before long a German soldier came walking by. He did not have a rifle but that did not stop Claudette. She wanted revenge and she wanted to get revenge for that poor blonde haired girl too. She took the soldier up in her sights. He seemed really nervous. He kept frantically looking around. He then looked right up at Claudette and Yelled "Fleur!" suddenly a shot rang out over the silent town.

Gruppefurher Sturggon stood on watching as his captor slowly made his way out onto the field. He was walking around nervously. He liked watching people suffer in fear or pain before they died. He then looked to his right and shouted-Fleur-. A rifle shot rang out and the man fell over dead. "Good shot. Too bad that just gave away their position." He said to no one in particular. However his men behind him once again responded with. "Ja Herr Sturggon."

Fleur got up and walked to the window. "He said my name. He said my name and looked right up at me." she said. –How could that be. He could not have known that I was here, unless…My veela- she trailed off in her thought and ran down to where Monsieur De Gaulle was lying. "It's him, It really is him. He came looking for us and he got killed. Why? Why didn't I see him? He was plain as day. Why? Why? Why! yelled Fleur pounding, his dead body. Caprice and Claudette came walking out to see her. They just let her have her moment, even though Caprice totally awestruck by the whole event. She had watched her teacher die right before her eyes and this is the only sympathy that she could come up with. She just stood and stared.

Private Ulrich was in the chapel's bell tower. He was told earlier that day to listen for shots to find the sniper. He had heard the shot and saw one of his own men lying dead near the shopping district. He zeroed his rifle in on that area and looked through the scope. After about two minutes a girl, who was extremely beautiful, with long flowing silver hair ran up to the dead soldier. She seemed to be in a fit of rage and was pounding his body trying to desecrate it. She had two others with her but he could not see them due to a truck in the way. He could only make out their legs. The blonde girl was in plain sight. She had to be the shooter. Even though she was beautiful, she was the enemy and he had to take care of business. He leveled the rifle on her head took careful aim and… Caw, Caw, with a loud crack of a gun going off, a crow had sounded right next to his head and he moved his rifle. He looked back down through the scope of his rifle. Even though it wasn't the shot he had hoped for, he still hit her.

Fleur was still weeping over Monsieur De Gaulle when a sound like ffft and then finally thump hit her square in the stomach. She felt like she had been hit by a 747. She fell to the ground and felt Caprice run up to her. She was looking over her frantically saying something that she could not understand. In the background she heard Claudette. "Sniper Take cover!" Then her whole world went black.

Fleur woke up a few hours later to the tranquil sound of falling rain. Caprice was standing over her and so was… Hienrich! She tried sitting up but found the venture to be to painful. "Lay down now, if zou don't ze vound vill be much vorse." He said to her in a soothing tone. "Caprice what happened?" said Fleur. "Well, you had gotten shot by a sniper. Me and Claudette took you back to the French resistance place where they put you in here and you were not expected to live. I think also that Claudette is in a lot of trouble for needlessly endangering you." said Caprice laughing. "Anyway, once we got you back here Hienrich had some bandages and started bandaging you. He then turned to me and said. Do it, and I'm like what, and he said do your magic to make her better. So I did." "You did magic in front of a muggle?" asked Fleur. "I was a little apprehensive at first too but then he said that he knew a witch where he had grown up." "Her name vas Eva, that is why I did not question zou the other day ven zou vere talking about magic." said Hienrich smiling down at her. "Right now it is late and zou need to get to bed" said Hienrich tucking her in. "He is right we all need to get to bed." said Caprice as she walked of to get into hers. Fleur's head was reeling. Had she really been shot? She did not know, and what a turn of events that Hienrich also knew a witch in Germany. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Fleur then let her mind take her away to the land of dreams.

A/N: this is the next chapter. I figured out how to use the letters with special things above them so now I can more accurately translate the two languages. I hope that you like it and please read and review.