Where Did Harry Go?

That night, Harry lay in his bed, rolling all over the place. Damien was right. He would never tell anybody he loved her, and he never had. His friends knew him better than anyone. But of course, they didn't know he was a wizard. Maybe the girl today had just been a fan of his. He knew he had lots of fans. He remembered everything that had to do with Voldemort. Monsieur had made sure of that.

Flashback

Harry was in France. He had just packed all his necessary things, including his Firebolt and his invisibility cloak. He had told Hedwig to go find Ginny and stay with her. She had been very unhappy, but she had finally left. He knew he couldn't bring her with him. She would attract too much attention.

He knew where he was supposed to go. He'd known it all along.

He started dragging his cart around, looking for the place. He didn't need to ask for directions. Soon enough, he found a two-story building that looked like it was going to crumble up with the simplest tough. He went inside. There was that voice again in his head. I've been waiting for, Mr. Potter.

"Yes, well," Harry muttered, "I'm here."

Harry followed the man's voice, until he reached the end of a hall, and turned right into a room that was painted very dull brown, and where there was absolutely no furniture except for a few cushions on the floor. A bald old man was sitting in one of the cushions in a butterfly position, with his hands rested on his needs as if he was meditating.

"Bonjour, Mr. Potter."

"Hello," Harry grumbled back.

"Do you agree to be my student, Mr. Potter?"

"I agree," Harry said immediately. He knew this was where he was supposed to be, though he didn't know why.

"They you shall refer to me as Monsieur, because I am your teacher, and I shall refer to you as Élève - student."

"Yes, Monsieur."

The old man smiled. "Do you know why you're here, Élève?"

"It is my destiny, Monsieur."

"That," The old man said, "is obvious. But do you know why it is your destiny, Élève?"

"No, Monsieur."

"Ever since you escaped the Dark Lord, Élève, I have always had a suspicion that you would be my next student, and I daresay, I haven't had a student for over a century."

The old man smiled when he saw the look of astonishment on Harry's face.

He continued with his story.

"I was absolutely certain that you would be the next when you defeated the Dark Lord, Élève. I knew I had to get you here."

"And what exactly do you do here?" Harry asked, and then quickly added, "Monsieur."

"Ahh." The old man seemed to have wanted Harry to ask that question. "Élève, a wizard with a wand is a powerful being, but not as powerful as a trained wandless wizard."

Harry seemed doubtful because the next moment, the old man said, "It is true, Élève. If you are wandless, your opponents do not know that you are armed."

"But, Monsieur, how can you be armed without a wand, unless of course you're talking about a gun or something…"

"No, Élève!" For the first time that day, the old man actually seemed annoyed. "Your mind is your weapon. A very powerful Occlumens can defeat an enemy in an instance."

"So you're going to teach me to read people's minds, Monsieur?" For the first time that day, Harry was feeling like this was a bad idea. He remembered how his last Occlumency lesson had gone.

"Not only to be able to go into one's mind, Élève, but also to be able to attack one's mind with such force enough to kill." The old man saw Harry's wide eyes because he said, "Not that you are going to be killing anyone, I hope." He smiled again.

"No, Monsieur. I don't think I will be."

"Yes, well, Élève, since it is already night, I think you should get some sleep so you can start your training early in the morning."

Harry hesitated. He didn't think about where he would be staying. "Where will I be sleeping, Monsieur?"

"Your room is waiting for upstairs, Élève. It is the seventh room on the left."

"Is anyone else staying here, Monsieur?"

"No, Élève. Just you and me. Au revoir, Élève."

"Au revoir, Monsieur."

AN: I know that this isn't really going into detail about Harry and Ginny right now, but I'm just showing you guys what happened to Harry while he was in France. I'll be doing a few more throughout the story. And please excuse my French, because I don't actually speak it.