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Harry Potter and the Veela Life Debts

By Jojobevco

Chapter 12

Vive la France

The Middle of the Night

The Smallest Bedroom

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey, England, United Kingdom

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 be about the age of a fifteen year old human.

Harry was amazed by Gabrielle's beauty, or maybe it was just a concussion, "Gabrielle, you are so beautiful."

Gabrielle giggled, "Why thank you, Harry." Harry then did something so, bold and unthinkable, it surprised even Gabrielle.

He kissed her.

There are no words to describe how they felt in that moment. They both became lost in themselves, until Lafleur cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but it's clear that you are no longer safe here in England, Monsieur Potter, therefore Auror Tonks and I will be evacuating you to France immediately. If you and your ladies could gather up your stuff, the motorcade will be here shortly."

"Um, motorcade?"

Agent Tonks responded, "Yes, Harry, motorcade. Your bound companions just happen to be the daughters of a Head of State in a hostile situation, also this is part of the 'considerable pressure' that we are putting the Dursleys under. Imagine what he neighbors will say when their 'juvenile delinquent' is riding away in the Prime Minister's car."

"Actually, I was wondering why we weren't using a portkey or brooms or something like that?"

"Right now, the British Magical Government is NOT cooperating with the international magic community, so we don't trust them to not try something stupid, like throw us in jail for creating a portkey. So, were just filling your protection while here under our 'Joint Counter-Terrorism exercise' with the muggle British Government."

"Oh."

Five minutes later, the trunks were packed, the bed auto-shrunk, and all of Harry's possessions cleared out of his room. They were met outside by an interesting sight. The Surveillance Van was gone, in its place was a dark green Jaguar X300 saloon car, on loan from the Prime Minister's Office, two Range Rovers, and several officers on motorbikes from the Metropolitan Police's Special Escort Group. Also in attendance was a Prisoner Transport Van where Vernon Dursley was resisting the officers that were trying to put him in it. Much to his (and his wife's) horror, a full siren blaring motorcade, complete with the Prime Minister's car, did wake up all their neighbors. Said neighbors were shocked at the treatment that both Vernon and Harry (the 'juvenile-delinquent of the neighborhood' who for some reason was being led to the Prime Minister's car instead of the Prisoner Transport Van) were receiving.

As they were walking to the motorcade, Harry turned to Tonks, "So they're arresting Uncle Vernon?"

"We're charging him with assault, but we're not sure if it'll stick or not."

Harry, Fleur, Gabrielle and Tonks entered the Jaguar, while Smith and Lafleur got in one of the following Range Rovers. A few minutes later, they were at an isolated parking stand at Heathrow International Airport, where a French Air Force Dassault Falcon 900 was waiting for them. After Lafleur had a brief conversation with Smith (who was staying in England), they were airborne, heading to the south of France.

Harry enjoyed the flight because he actually got to sleep alone for a change. The girls, on the other hand, didn't; they missed Harry, who, along with Auror Lafleur, refused to break safety regulations and Harry's legs by letting them all sit in one seat.

Two hours later, the group had landed at an airport in the Pyrénées Mountains and quickly stepped into an armored and magically modified Citroën XM before heading to the official safe house of the French Minister for Magic.

The Next Morning

The Minister for Magic of France's Bunker/Safe House

Under the Château Fort de Lourdes

Lourdes, Hautes-Pyrenees, France

The Château Fort de Lourdes is very old. Its origins date back to the time of the Romans. The "modern" structure that exists today has been built over a time between the 11th and 18th centuries. The Minister's Bunker was secretly constructed in the rock underneath the fort after the muggle Second World War. During the war, the Germans, who were allied with Gellert Grindenwald, had taken control of the country and come very close to destroying the home of the then minister, forcing him and his family to live out of his suite of offices under the Place de la Bastille. The French decided that a fortified home/office/command center for the Minister and his support staff was needed for emergencies, so the Bunker was born. The Bunker's wards and fortifications are consistently ranked among the best in the world.

The morning after Harry, his girls, and the Aurors arrived through a secret garage and treated Harry's concussion, five relatively awake people could be found around a small table in the kitchen eating a traditional French breakfast (coffee, bread and jam). After finishing, Auror Lafleur outlined the schedule for the next two months.

"Okay, we have less than two months to train you Monsieur Potter; Supreme Mugwump Dumbledore wants you back in the UK by your birthday. During this time, Tonks and I will instruct you in such things as basic hand-to-hand combat and firearm use. Later, depending on a forthcoming decision from the French Magical Parliament about a special exemption from the underage magic laws, we will begin instructing you in offensive and defensive spell casting. After this two month period we will reevaluate where we stand and also develop a supplemental Defense Against the Dark Arts curriculum for you to take next year. Any questions?"

There were none.

"Very good. Today, we will be starting on firearm training on the range downstairs."

They stood up and Lafleur led them down to one of the bunker's sub basements where a standard shooting range was laid out. Gabrielle and Fleur went to the wall of weapons and each pulled a Walther PPK off the wall. The gun was light, yet powerful. Lafleur motioned for Tonks and Harry to stand back. The girls expertly went to their respective lanes and opened fire on two targets that had been hung up. After they were done, the targets were retracted and Harry saw that both girls had a very respectable aim.

"Minister Delacour has been teaching his girls how to shoot for a few years now; they're a regular fixture at the Auror Range in Paris. Come, Monsieur Potter, let's see how you do." He handed him a gun, exactly like his own. "This, Monsieur Potter, is a PAMAS G1, a French Version of the Beretta 92 that is loaded with 15 rounds of 9 mm ammunition…

Three Hours Later

Harry's Suite

The Minister for Magic of France's Bunker/Safe House

Under the Chateau Fort de Lourdes

Lourdes, Hautes-Pyrenees, France

Harry Potter was not pleased with his performance this morning. It turns out that shooting a gun is nothing like shooting a spell. Although, Auror Lafleur said he did well, Harry just couldn't get used to being bested by Fleur and Gabrielle, in addition to Tonks, who just started today as well.

Speaking of Tonks, she had just entered the suite.

"Wotcher, Harry."

"Hello, Tonks," Harry replied, with a bit of glumness.

"What's wrong?"

"I just felt that I wasn't any good at the firearms training today."

"I think you did great, remember, you're a beginner."

"So are you."

"Not exactly, I'm just out of practice," at Harry's confused look she explained, "My father was a military brat growing up. His father taught him how to shoot. Even though he didn't actually join himself, he still kept in practice. When I was about twelve he started teaching me. However, the British Auror Service (damn them) refuses to allow its members to carry muggle weapons. Probably, because the Purebloods would be pants at shooting a thing they've never seen before. So, I started focusing on spells instead of bullets. Harry, my advice to you would be to forget everything about using a wand when using a gun, they are completely different." Tonks nodded to him and left.

Now, he was waiting for Jean-Pierre to arrive. He was standing by the Floo waiting for it to glow green, when Jean-Pierre stepped in through the door, giving Harry a brief jolt of suprise.

"Hello, Harry."

"Hello, Jean-Pierre, how did you get here?"

"I have a portkey to this place on me at all times. How goes the training?"

"Well, it's sort of hard to believe that Fleur and Gabrielle are that good at shooting a gun."

"Keep in mind, Harry, they have been doing this for a while; you just started today."

"Yeah, I just figured I'd be better at it."

"Shooting a gun is nothing like casting a spell, trust me; I can do both very well.

There was suddenly a loud squee like sound behind them. Gabrielle ran up and tackled Harry to the ground before starting to snog him senseless. Until, of course Monsieur Delacour got over the shock of seeing his looking like a teenager and the fact that she was snogging her Master on the floor of Harry's sitting room.

"Hem, hem."

Gabrielle, very reluctantly, dragged her mouth (and the rest of her) off of Harry and looked at her father.

"Yes, well, I love your new look, my darling little girl, but please remember that your father does not want to see you snogging someone." The flustered Jean-Pierre nodded to Harry and quickly portkeyed out.

This left Gabrielle and Harry alone on the floor of his sitting room. Gabrielle was eying Harry, almost in a hungry manner. However when she realized her Master was confused out of all recognition and a bit scared she forced herself to calm down.

"Harry, Master, we have to talk."

AN1: Please review. Thanks to those who have.

AN2: Now, time for a bit of mundane, but researched historical information featured in this chapter.

The dark green Jaguar X300 Saloon car featured in this chapter was the official vehicle used by the Prime Minister of the UK during this time period.

Range Rovers and Motorcycles are indeed used by the aptly named Special Escort Group, responsible for escorting VIPs in motorcades

The Dassault Falcon 900 used in this chapter is one of the aircraft that is used by the French Air Force to transport the French President and other VIPs

The Citroen was the car used to transport the President of France in this time

The Chateau Fort does exist in real life. It is a fort like structure built into the rock face of the Pyrenees mountains in Lourdes, France

The Walther PPK is a gun that is most famous for being used by James Bond, among others (Adolf Hitler used a PPK to kill himself at the end of WWII).