A seven-year old Fleur Delacour ran through the small forest at the border of her home in France. Though the moon was out and the stars filled the sky she still could not see her pursuer anywhere. Dodging roots and branches she followed the unseen route to a small pond on their property. Finally feeling safe upon reaching the small clearing, Fleur leaned against a nearby tree to catch her breath which was coming out in short gasps. Her senses were overwhelmed as she slowly relaxed and leaned back. The noise of people yelling back and forth reached her ears from the house. The smell of smoke slowly drifted to her filling her nose so much she could almost taste it. Over the trees she could still see multi colored sparks in the sky. Her skin was still tingling at the feeling of getting chased.

" I don't know how he could find me here," the young girl thought as she slowly walked to the edge of the pond. She didn't relax completely however, knowing that she should expect anything. Fleur looked out over the pond. The water was still and clear. It was perhaps the only calm and quiet place on the grounds at the moment.

Hearing a branch snap behind her she realized a moment too late she shouldn't have left her guard down before she found herself being pulled to the ground.

Fleur let out a frustrated growl as she softly landed on the ground. Above her hovered a smirking boy who's green eyes were filled with amusement at the annoyance on the part-Veela's face.

"'Zats no fair, 'arry. 'Ow did you find me?"

" I could smell you," Harry answered smugly.

Fleur rolled her eyes not realizing Harry was telling the truth and looked up at the boy. Harry had often visited her Grandmere's estate when she was there and attended parties with his family where hers was present. They always ended up being together because of the adults having their own conversations. Every time he ended up saying something strange at one point or another. Like the one time he suddenly appeared outside after she screamed from tripping. He said he heard her from the ball room of the ritzy house that was hosting a house warming. Fleur knew it was impossible on two accounts; there was a band playing and the ball room was on the other side of the large house, making it impossible to hear her or get there a mere three seconds after she fell. But Fleur still stayed with him every time they met despite his poor lies. She always had fun with him and although he was simply a skinny, quiet, younger boy, she felt safe near him.

Harry, tired of being stared at, leaned down and lifted the small girl up in his arms. Ignoring her shrieks Harry calmly walked to the edge of the water and set her down on her feet. Calming down once she was on the ground, both children looked down at their reflections in the water. Fleur was surprised at how different they actually looked. The six-year old boy was tall for his age, standing several inches over his friend. His black hair was short and spiky, similar to his Uncle Kylen's and his emerald eyes showed clearly without the nuisance of glasses. Fleur, however, was very petite for her age. Her silvery-blonde hair hung to the middle of her back and she had bright blue eyes. Both were dressed in formal clothing. Harry had on black slacks, black dress shoes and a silk, dark green button up shirt. Fleur had on a blue knee-length dress her mother had bought just for the occasion with matching shoes and blue butterfly berets in her hair.

Looking up from her reflection Fleur turned to Harry. "V'at time iz it, 'arry?"

Harry waved his hand in front of them revealing the time and date.

23:59:30

December 31, 1986

Fleur eyed the watch on the arm of the boy where a watch peeked from his cuff. "Show off."

Harry just smirked as Fleur grabbed his arm and they watched as the time ticked on. The earlier yelling from the house was now synchronized as the inhabitants of the Delaclour New Years Party counted down the last seconds of the year.

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!"

The fireworks in the sky were a brilliant white and the noise of applause now reached the children's ears. Fleur turned and hugged Harry before giving him a quick kiss, smiling when he blushed. "V'e should probably go back to 'ze 'ouse now." Harry nodded before his shy smile suddenly turned mischievous. Before Fleur had a chance to protest or run she was once again off her feet and in Harry's arms again. Her squirming was ignored and her protest fell on deaf ears as a laughing Harry carried her back to the house.

17

Thirteen-year old Nicole Eagle sighed as she walked through the New Years Party. She always thought the high class proper party's were a little dull even if it were fun to dress up for them. Both sisters had worn floor length silver dresses with slits up the leg. Nicole's dress had thin straps while Electra's had none. It annoyed them to no end that they dressed separately but still matched upon seeing each other. The only thing different was their hair, Nicole pinned up with a few strands down and Electra's in an extravagant braid. It might have seemed a bit risqué to some for girls their age to dress that way, but both girls looked two or three years older and knew how to act the part. Nicole's eyes scanned the crowd and she found her sister proving the point by chatting up a older French boy.

"Attention people!"

Nicole turned to see Mrs. Alice Delacour at the front of the ball room. If anyone thought Vampires were mindless blood-sucking animals it was her.

"We have one minute until the New Year!"

She always gave her family the dirtiest looks when they appeared. The only reason security hadn't dragged them out was because Ms. Delacour, her mother, personally invited them all.

"Let's start the countdown!"

Nicole took her camera off her neck and began to take pictures of the event. "People like her are the reason we have to keep an eye on Harry at times like this," she thought as she snapped a shot of the host.

"55!"

" Wait, where is Harry?"

"50! 49!"

"Oh. Crap. Uncle Kylen is gonna kill me."

Nicole frantically ran around the ball room all the while dodging Ana and Kylen who were aimlessly walking around, obviously as bored as her. She was suddenly brought to a stop as a hand grabbed her shoulder and someone yelled in her ear.

"35! What are you running around for Niki?"

"I lost Harry! I mean one second he was in the corner with little Fleur and the next he's gone! What if Mrs. Delaclour saw them and got mad? Or someone saw he was a vampire and kidnapped him! Or someone saw through the glamour on his head and saw he was the-boy-who-lived! Or-." Nicole suddenly stopped as her sister slapped her then grabbed her hands to prevent a counter-attack..

"I'm sorry sweetie, but you needed that. Calm down. You're acting like a bloody mortal. You are a Vampire," Electra stopped at that before listening and smelling the air for Harry's scent. After a split second she dragged her sister to a nearby window and zeroed in on the grounds below for Harry using her heightened senses before pointing to spot in the forest to her sister. Instead of using her senses she focused her camera on the spot below visibly relaxing when she saw the two kids. Electra waited for her sister to lower the camera and her eyes widened when Nicole started to snap pictures.

"What are you doing?"

"Duh, taking pictures E."

"I mean why are you spying on a six-year old boy."

Nicole looked up from her camera and gave her twin a scandalized look. "Spying! I'll have you know that the reason I got the most expensive camera we could find is because I wanted to save the special memories of our little Harry's life." Nicole then huffed and turned back to taking pictures.

Electra raised an eyebrow at her sisters antics before replying, "I just thought is was because we're spoiled and you like finding blackmail on other people."

"Yeah that too."

Electra smiled as the last ten seconds were being counted down. Nicole pulled her to her side and they both watched Harry and Fleur, Nicole snapping a final shot as the New Year came.

17

Harry carried Fleur to the doors of the ball room before setting her down. Fleur, who had stopped protesting when they reached the first floor, frowned a bit at having to walk again before straightening her dress and fixing her hair. It didn't occur to her that the young boy should have gotten tired from carrying her at the edge of the forest, but instead carried her to the second floor not slowing his pace or showing any signs of struggle.

Once she made herself presentable she turned and straightened Harry's shirt then peaked through the doors looking for her mother. Satisfied she wouldn't see them Fleur grabbed Harry's hand and they ran around the edge of the room until they were back to the couch where they were earlier. Both kids jumped on it and sat as if they never left to play.

"Hey, Fleur?"

"Yez, 'arry?"

Harry hesitated before asking, "Why doesn't your mom like me?"

Fleur frowned and shrugged. She wasn't sure why her grandmother and she were the only ones in her family who liked Harry's. Her mother and her aunts always told her to stay away from them at parties. It was the only time that she purposely disobeyed them. Harry's family was nice and fun. She couldn't understand why her mother treated them like monsters.

Fleur stopped her thoughts and brought her attention back to Harry who had enlarged a sketchpad and pencil that had been in his pocket. She scooted over next to him and put her head on his shoulder as she watched him draw the pond from his memory. Harry noticed her fighting off sleep and adjusted his position on the couch so her head was resting in a more comfortable position. Harry then rested his on top of hers as she drew her legs up.

"You can go to sleep. I won't mind."

Fleur half-heartedly shook her head, wanting to stay up with Harry until he had to leave. She felt a strange forbiddingness, like it was the last time she would see him. "That's silly," she thought . "Harry isn't going anywhere."

She didn't notice her grandmother walking toward them on the verge of tears or Harry's Uncle Kylen take his crying Aunt Ana away to the dance floor with the twins watching sadly from the window.

17

"Oh, Anastasia. Are you sure he has to leave?"

Anastasia looked at her old friend knowing that they didn't have a choice. They had taught Harry all they could at his age and it was time for him to leave for the centaur clan they had met with years prior. Ms. Delacour had looked upon Harry as a grandson, a constant companion to her granddaughter. Although it wouldn't be the last time the Vampires would see him, it would be for the Veela and her family until he was at least sixteen or seventeen and could continue his training with her granddaughter. They had taught him a few tricks but fire training was dangerous for a small child and it would be easier to just continue the same time Fleur did when she's seventeen.

"I'm sorry Diana, but he just gonna be to busy to make trips all the way to France."

Diana sighed and nodded before heading to the couch in the corner where both children were. Harry was sitting up with a sketch pad from Nicole on his lap, drawing. Fleur, not used to staying up that late, had her head resting on Harry's shoulder with her legs drawn up to her chest trying to keep her eyes open and watching him draw. Both were strangely quiet and seemed to be at peace sitting there while older children ran around or cried to their parents about being sleepy and wanting to go home. At least they were until Diana approached them and had to tell Fleur of Harry's departure.

Ana's frown deepened as she watched the young girl start to cry and latch on to the boy as if it would stop him from leaving. She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to meet a pair of steely blue eyes.

"Come on."

Kylen's voice was soft as he grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. He allowed her to softly cry on his shoulder as they rocked to the music.

"I don't want him to leave."

Kylen stopped dancing and held her back so he could look at her face. "None of us do, Ana. But, he has to be trained. That's the reason we had to get him in the beginning."

A hand appeared on each of Ana's shoulders as the twins both wrapped an arm around her to help Kylen comfort her.

"Besides Ana," both girls spoke in turn, a trait they knew creaped the heck out of Kylen. "When Harry's older and married to Fleur and spitting on Voldermort's grave after kicking his ass you'll know it was all worth it."

Ana rolled her eyes at the bit about Fleur (her mother would rather marry her daughter off to an old deatheater than a Vampire), but still smiled and hugged the girls. She understood this would help Harry. She knew the boy wouldn't stop until the girls premonition came true.

Kylen turned and saw the Master walking toward them, a red eyed Harry being carried. One of the reasons the Masters identity was secret was so Master could freely walk around without a mask and without fear because so few knew who it really was.

Upon reaching them Harry held his arms out to Nicole who took him out of her parent's arms. The family was silent as the celebration continued on around them. They had a feeling it was going to be the last time they were to be together for a long time.

Author's notes:

The 17 means a different characters pov

I'm pretty sure I know who his friends are so you can stop voting. If you have suggestions of someone or something you want Harry to train with feel free to tell me and I might substitute it for something else I was thinking of. Also tell me if I should keep the original 3 tasks or change them. You can make suggestions about new tasks if you want.

The next chapter will have Harry at eleven and will show what's happening at Hogwarts and with him. I'll switch to Harry's views more as he gets older, he's quite right now so there's not much for him to think. Oh, and sorry about the name mix up in ch2, I wasn't thinking straight when I typed it.

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