Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Harry Potter story or characters. I do, however, reserve the rights for any characters I develop and the plot of this story.
AN: This chapter fulfills the challenge this story responds to, hence the chapter title.
AN3: The timeline in this chapter jumps a bit. So here is a Timeline showing when these scenes take place (assembled after consulting the calendar on the Harry Potter Lexicon).
June 24- Chapter 8 "The Third Task"
Chapter 9 "Task Aftermath"
June 25- Chapter 9: "Fleur's Tale"
Chapter 10: Scene in Dumbledore's office,
Chapter 11: Continuation of Scene in Dumbledore's Office
Chapter 10: French Ministry Meeting
June 27- Chapter 10: International Confederation of Wizards Meeting
July 1- Chapter 10: Buckingham Palace Meeting
July 3- Chapter 11: Surprises on Privet Drive
Harry Potter and the Veela Life Debts
By Jojobevco
Chapter 11
Surprises on Privet Drive
Six Days Ago
Office of the Headmaster
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
North of Hogsmeade, Scotland, United Kingdom
"Let's move on to Harry's plans for the summer," Dumbledore sighed before turning to Harry, "Harry, you need to go back to the Dursley's."
Harry wanted to scream and shout, but he kept his cool, "why?"
"Because of the blood protections around the house. Although Voldemort might now have your blood running through him, he cannot enter the wards of the house because of the intent based wards surrounding the property. It is the safest place in the world for you, at the moment."
"Alright then, I'll go to the Dursleys and Fleur and Gabrielle can stay with you, Jean-Pierre."
"Actually, they can't."
"What do you mean, why can't they?" Now Harry was getting annoyed.
"Your bonds with both Gabrielle and Fleur are at a critical stage. Gabrielle will be going through her flash puberty any day now and your bond with Fleur is tenuous already with the effect the tournament had on it. There is no way that you can leave each other's sides for more than a few hours."
While Jean-Pierre was talking Harry had noted confusion, apprehension and outright panic on his Veela's faces.
"Ladies, the reason why I'm asking this is because I don't want to have to subject you to the evil that is Dursley. I'd rather have you living your lives than suffering through this with me."
Gabrielle took Harry's hand in her own and smiled at him, "Harry, remember, you are our life, we are your shadows, wherever you go, we follow, happily."
Dumbledore took this moment to interject, "Harry, the Dursleys will not bother you."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Right now, I can't, but if Jean-Pierre's meeting with the Queen goes well, then we should be able to bring considerable pressure down on the Dursleys. If they try anything, well, they'll be in a whole lot of trouble with the muggles."
"Really?"
"Yes, Harry, Albus and I have developed a backup plan to secure your safety and end the Dursley issue once and for all if they should try anything."
"Good." Harry was feeling much better now that the Dursleys were taken care of.
Jean-Pierre then took two devices the size of a lighter out of his pocket and handed one to both Fleur and Gabrielle.
"Girls, these are your new panic buttons, they are much better than the old ones and have much better range."
The girls nodded and pocketed the buttons
"Well, I think that's about it for this meeting, unless you had any questions, Harry."
"What is this 'considerable pressure' anyway?"
"Ah, that, Harry, is a surprise."
Harry nodded and turned to leave, Fleur and Gabrielle following him. They arrived back in his quarters without any issues and sat down in the sitting room. Harry reflected on the day's events. He realized that he had forgotten something. He had to talk to Fleur, especially about what he had learned this morning.
"Gabrielle, why don't you go out for a while? I need to talk with Fleur."
"Yes, Harry," Gabrielle stood and departed, apparently with some idea of what she was going to do. Harry stood and sat next to Fleur on the couch. Now that he was there he had no idea what to say.
"Fleur, Gabrielle told me what happened, at the French Ministry. I wanted to know if there was anything I can do to make you more comfortable?"
"Master, don't worry about me, my past will have no effect on the," she paused here, "performance of my duties to you."
Huh? What was she talking about? "Duties?"
"Yes, while I appreciate how you have acted toward Gabrielle it is perfectly understandable and expected that you would want to make use of me."
Harry was a bit lost, what was she talking about, 'make use of'? Oh. She didn't seriously think that Harry would…or did she?
"Fleur you don't seriously think that I would, how did you put it, 'make use of' you?"
"Of course I do."
"And how would you feel about this?"
Fleur sighed, "Master, how I feel is irrelevant."
"No, it's not. Now tell me how you would feel?"
"I, I would not feel happy about it, but—"
"But nothing Fleur, I will not take advantage of you. If later down the road your feelings change, then we will address it. The bond hasn't settled yet, you may still feel different later. I want you and I to have a relationship because we want to, not because you feel obligated to. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
Harry started getting a little red faced, after the conversation they just had, "It's Harry, Fleur, not Master. Now, I'll arrange to have Dobby move my stuff out of the study and turn it into your bedroom. Then, I'll have him transfer your stuff down here from your manor."
Fleur, smiled, then laughed, "Harry, we're leaving in five days, there's no need to move my stuff down here, besides, even though I come from a big Chateau, my sister and I have shared a bed since she was two."
"Really?"
"Yes, she was persistently afraid of the dark, so I offered to let her sleep in my bed, eventually, it became permanent."
That night, Fleur saw what he meant. Their sleeping pattern, while awkward was much better than the night before. Gabrielle was curled up by Harry's right side and on the left was Fleur, resting in the crook of Harry's arm.
Eight Days Later (Two Days After Jean-Pierre's meeting with the Queen)
Master Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey, England, United Kingdom
Vernon Dursley usually didn't wake at night; he was a very sound sleeper. However, he recently has been suffering from a stuffy nose and therefore finds the necessity of waking at all hours. The problem with waking up is that he can never get back to sleep. After going down to the parlor and getting a Scotch, Vernon walked back upstairs. Before turning in again, he decided to stop and peak in on his freak of a nephew, Potter. Vernon truly hated Potter and his freakishness for ruining his family's perfectly normal life. He gently unlocks the lock on the freaks door and opens it. First Vernon peaks in, but when he see's what's on the bed, he slams the door open and shouts, "What the hell is going on!"
The Same Time
The Smallest Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey, England, United Kingdom
Gabrielle was a light sleeper. To get to Harry's room had taken a little bit of creative thinking on the part of her and Fleur. They had arrived shortly after Harry arrived home on the Hogwarts Express. Their entry method would have been worthy of a movie. Both, covered in invisibility suits (effectively a form fitting invisibility cloak), climbed a trellis near his window and leaped in with almost cat-like agility. Fleur had brought an auto resizing bed that unfortunately took up the whole room (Papa had promised it was a temporary measure, he was sending out a Long Term Operations Tent from the Auror's Office tomorrow). So they had made the bed and settled down to sleep.
Until it was interrupted by the strangest and most annoying noise in history. Vernon Dursley's shout had awoken her. Instinctively, she reached to her side of the bed and hit the panic button that her father had given her.
The Same Time
Surveillance Van
Across the Street from 4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey, England, United Kingdom.
Nymphadora Tonks, formerly of the British Auror Department, now of the French Auror Department, and member of the Order of the Phoenix, currently on VIP Protection /liaison duties in cooperation with the Diplomatic Protection Group, Special Branch and the Security Service (commonly known as MI5) was having one hell of a week.
After their treatment of Harry Potter, Tonks saw the British Ministry for Magic for what it was, a corrupt, idiotic organization. She turned in her badge to Director Bones, who was disappointed to see her go but completely understood why.
The next day she was quietly approached by Alastor Moody, who told her of an organization that was fighting to defeat Voldemort.
That night she attended her first Order of the Phoenix meeting. When she mentioned who she was and why she left the ministry, Headmaster Dumbledore suggested seeing if the French would offer her a job. So the next morning, against her better thinking, she called the French Auror Service. And somehow found herself in the Minister's Office. The minister decided that she would be excellent for the 'joint counterterrorism exercise' their countries would be participating in. 'Joint Counterterrorism Exercise' being, of course, a diplomatic term for saying that the Queen of England has absolutely no faith in her own Magical Law Enforcement and therefore is asking the French for assistance. Assistance they were only too happy to provide.
So, after a brief orientation, she was practically shoved on an Air France flight back to England, with her new boss, Louis Lafleur, the head of Minster's Security Group, where they met up with Agent John Smith ("yes, that's my real name") of the Diplomatic Protection Group. Their mission was simple. Protect the residence of Harry Potter from all external and internal threats. Minister Delacour was quite clear on that, he was also clear on one more thing, don't use magic, unless the bad guys do.
So they weren't surprised when the panic button went off. They threw open the van door and ran across the street. Agent Smith took the copy of the front door key he had lifted when the got there. They quietly entered the house and walked down the hall to the stairs, Agent Smith and Auror Lafleur were in the front, both of them armed with muggle weaponry, Tonks was covering the rear with her wand. They could hear some very distinct yelling.
"How dare you bring more freaks into this house, we are good upstanding people and you bring these whores into our house!"
"Don't you dare call them whores, they're better people then you'll ever be!"
"Why you little…" Then they heard a soft thump, the sound of someone falling, and then crying. The agents Ran.
Vernon Dursley, of course, didn't notice the three Agents/Aurors running up the stairs, he turned to the girls, "Now time to deal with you little…"
"FREEZE! Police, Get your hands on your head now!"
Vernon of course just didn't know when to stop, "Let me guess more freaks?"
"No, Mr. Dursley, I am Agent John Smith of the Diplomatic Protection Group of the Metropolitan Police Service. Right now, I have a Glock 17 pointed at your head. To my left is Lieutenant-Colonel Louis Lafleur of the French Gendarmerie, he has a French Beretta 92 pointed at your head. His partner, Captain Nyphadora Tonks is behind me. So, I will ask you again to put your hands on your head and get down on your needs, or I will fire."
By this time the other Dursleys were up. Dudley was busy staring at Fleur and Gabrielle while Petunia was shouting at Vernon to just do what they say.
He did, Smith cuffed him while Lafleur ran to comfort the girls, Tonks checked on Harry who wasn't out cold, just a bit disoriented.
"Wotcher, Harry, I'm Tonks, I'm with the French Aurors, You took quite a nasty blow to the head. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm just a little woozy."
Gabrielle escaped Louis's grasp and ran to him.
"Harry, are you alright?"
"Who are you?"
"Harry it's me, Gabrielle."
"Gabrielle, you're older."
It was true; Gabrielle now looked to be about the age of a late fifteen year old human.
AN: Please Review, Thanks to those who have.
AN2: For the record, I do not have any firsthand experience with Law Enforcement in the UK or France, all of my information comes from the internet.