Chapter Two

Harry was walking along a deserted corridor lit only with torches. A voice was calling to him "Harry' it sung. He turned the corner, where he saw a faint glow emanate from an open doorway. He looked in and in front of him, in the corner of the room was a golden spinning wheel, next to it was Dobby playing with some golden coins. Dobby was speaking to Harry but he could not hear him, all Harry could see was the golden spindle of the spinning wheel beckoning him, he reaches to touch it Harry recoils it had pricked him.

Harry awoke with a start tangled in the bedclothes sweating profusely, he glances around the room and sees that Dudley has woken and left the room "Thank God." He thought

"That dream was very strange, well at least it wasn't revolving around Sirius's Death or the downfall of old moldy Voldie," Harry said in a whisper thanking his gods for not replaying the death scene of his beloved godfather to him again.

Harry climbed out of the bed and went over to the window to open it, he blinked as he saw a Rolls Royce Silver Ghost coming down the street, Harry rubbed his eyes thinking it was a figment of his imagination he looked back out and low and behold the car was real and it was pulling up to his house.

Harry quickly tidied himself up as he did this he heard the doorbell chime.

"BOY, GET THE DOOR, AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT," screamed Uncle Vernon from the kitchen

"Ok," mumbled Harry as he trudged down the stairs

Harry opened the door and there standing was a rather tall and stately woman in her mid seventies. She had flaming red hair cut in a fashionable bob, Dark emerald eyes and a light tan complexion. She was wearing a stylish black Chanel suit that accentuated her appearance beside her on the step was a suitcase.

"Bon Jour, you must be 'Arry, you carry yourself much like your mother did when she was your age, I am your Tante Constance, come give me a hug." The older woman said pulling Harry into a warm familiar hug.

This was the first time in Harry's memory that anyone of his non magical family had hugged him, thinking back to his late godfather Sirius Black, and it felt good, no not good, magnificent. While he was being hugged Aunt Petunia came into the hallway and noticed her aunt.

"Tante Constance," she screamed running to hug the older woman, pushing Harry out of the way. "Boy, take Tante Constance's suitcase upstairs to the room where she will be staying," Petunia demanded.

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry said under his breath as he took the medium sized Louis Vuitton suitcase upstairs.

When Harry returned to the living room he saw his Uncle and Aunt talking to Tante Constance very animatedly in french this made Harry giggle slightly. Hearing the giggle Tante Constance looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway. She beckons for Harry to come over and pats the couch next to her instructing him to sit down. Harry sat down nervously, next to the older lady, noticing that Aunt Petunia was glaring at him for interrupting.

"So 'Arry, you have grown so much since the last time I saw you," Tantê Constance said in a clipped French accent. "My, haven't you grown into a handsome young man."

Harry blushed at the comment. He had indeed changed since he started at Hogwarts going from a wide eyed innocent eleven year old with the future of the wizarding world on his shoulders to the defeater of Voldemort in just six odd years. Harry of course had changed a lot physically too. He now had long ebony hair with a pronounced silver blond streak in it. The streak appeared after he had defeated Voldemort. His hair was about to the middle of his back, he usually wears it out, but right now it was in a ponytail. His green eyes were as radiant as ever behind his glasses. He was tall, maybe 6 foot. He had a nice build from playing Quidditch for all those years. Harry thanked his gods for introducing him to Quidditch. The one thing that had set him apart from other members of the wizarding community, his infamous scar, was now gone as well. It finally healed after his final defeat of Voldemort towards the end of his sixth year, and his forehead was normal for the first time that he could remember, in his life.

He smiled back at the woman who was looking at him with a similar look Mrs. Weasley gives him, one of love and respect.

"You were about six months old when you parents brought you to Paris to visit us. You were such a happy baby your parents really loved you. It was such a shame about the accident that killed them." With this the woman started to tear up as she dredged up a past she could not stop from happening. "It was a couple of months after, when I was finally notified of what happened. At the time of their deaths I was in the plains of Africa on safari with your late Great Uncle Rodan, when we returned Rodan wanted you to come and live with us but the authorities here thought it would be better for you to be placed with your Aunt and Uncle here, since Petunia was your only living blood relative around at the time of their deaths." She smiled at Petunia and Vernon with this statement.

Harry was in deep thought " I could have been in Paris living with people that loved me, truly loved and adored me, but instead the authorities placed me here in this hell hole instead. Shit, talk about getting the rough end of the deal."

"So what brings you to Little Whinging, Tante Constance?" Vernon asked.

"Well Vernon I am here in England on family business and also to see how one of my favorite niece's is." She said looking lovingly at Petunia. "Some of the family business should be finished by tonight and the rest will be done tomorrow as I have to be home the next day to greet my grand daughter and her son who are coming to live with me. They have fallen on hard times since the incarceration of her husband for insider trading and his recent death in prison, so I have opened my home in Fontainebleau for them to live in for as long as they see fit."

"That is so sad, Tante Constance," Petunia said with mock concern.

"I know, Petunia, but they are my flesh and blood so I had to do something for them. They are currently living overseas and are arriving in Paris in a couple of days, so I have to be there to meet them, I haven't seen Cee Cee and DJ since Rodan's death a decade ago." Constance tells her niece.

"Has it been that long since Uncle Rodan's Death?" Petunia queried

"Yes it has, my dear, but not a day goes by that I don't think of him." Constance answered "But I have gotten by, running the family fortune does that for one, also I decided to revert back to my maiden name to show the general public that I have moved on with my life"

At the mention of the word "fortune" Harry noticed Uncle Vernon's black beady eyes sparkle. If there ever was a man who liked money it was Vernon Dursley, he had the first pound he ever made and works hard to keep his family happy and in the comfort they are accustomed to.

Vernon noticed Harry looking at him.

"Boy, go and make a fresh pot of tea for Tante Constance, she must be parched," Vernon ordered his nephew.

"Yes sir," muttered Harry as he went to the kitchen to do one of his more mundane tasks of waiting on the Dursley's hand and foot. Whilst he was putting the kettle on he heard a tapping, he turned to see Errol pecking at the window.

Harry went to the window and let the owl in to drop off his message. Harry looked down to see the Weasley seal on the parchment. He opened the letter to see that it was from Ron, his best friend and he started to read:

Dear Harry,

How's your break going so far mate? Mine sure has been interesting, since Dad was made Minister of Magic our lives have finally turned full circle.

To let you know we no longer live at the burrow, we have moved back into our ancestral home of Weasley Manor, which was given back to Dad once he was made Minister of Magic. The biggest laugh is that it is the old Malfoy Manor.

At the mention of this, Harry inwardly groaned at the prospect of Ron living in the house of his greatest rival.

Well mum told me that it was originally the Weasley ancestral home until an ancestor of ours, I think mum said his name was Sir Cedric Weasley, lost the family fortune in a card game to Caspian Malfoy an ancestor of ferret boy. I can't wait if I ever see him again I can now laugh in his face now that he is the penniless git he always called me.

That's the news from me I will be seeing Hermoine tomorrow at St Mungo's, they say she can slowly remember things and some people so I am going to see how she is - god I miss her… Anyway drop me a line and we will catch up before school starts.

Your Mate

Ron

Harry smiled at the note and pocketed it as the kettle started whistling. He made a fresh pot of tea and found the good biscuits and put them on a tray and carried them into the parlor where the adults sat and placed the tray on the coffee table.

Sitting back down, Harry noticed that they were all looking at him in an interesting manner, this made Harry nervous and he started fidgeting.

"'Arry, I have been discussing a few things with your Aunt and Uncle here, now all I have to do is ask you is a question and the answer you give me will determine the outcome," Constance said taking Harry's hands in hers.

"What is that question Tante Constance?" Harry asked nervously.

"'Arry, how would you like to come and live with me in France?" Constance said excitedly.

Harry nearly fell off his seat, he spilt his cup of tea all over himself "What! Beg your pardon but what did just say?" said a flabbergasted Harry.

"'Arry, I am asking you if you would like to come and live with me in France, that means permanently leaving your Aunt and Uncle," Constance repeated as she looked over at Petunia and Vernon, who were both beaming.

Harry composed himself and replied with a huge grin on his face "You bet I would!" and gave the woman a huge hug, while glaring at the faces of his repugnant relatives.

"Now that that is out of the way I have another question for you," she said to her great nephew "Since I will be you legal guardian, I was wondering if you would mind if we changed your surname to mine?"

Harry thought about the question quite hard, what did he have to lose, he saved the wizarding world and all he wanted now was to be a normal teenager and lead a normal life. A change of name wouldn't change whom he is inside because deep down he would still be a Potter till the day he died even if he changed name. He came to his decision quickly.

"Sure why no,." He said making his Great Aunt very happy.

"By the way Tante Constance, what is your surname anyway?" Harry queried

"Oh sorry my little love for not telling you earlier but it is Delacour." She responded.

"Harrison Delacour…. Harry Delacour, mmmmm. It might take a bit of getting used to but I like it," Harry said to all those present, but in his thoughts he was thinking "I may like it, but what about my friends, they have known me as Harry Potter for the last six years and now I will be going back to school as Harrison Delacour. I hope I know what I am getting myself in for."

Harry was startled out of his thoughts by Constance talking to him but he wasn't listening to her all he was thinking about was France and his new life.

"Boy!" Vernon whispered sharply in Harry's ear "Show some manners, Tante Constance is talking to you. "

Harry focused on what the woman was saying.

"Tomorrow 'Arry, I will take you into London to my Lawyers, Wolfram and Hart, so we can get all the legal paperwork out of the way, plus we will have to organize you a passport and Visa since you are moving to France with me and I think I will take you shopping as well my treat," Constance said excitedly, the last comment Harry was sure that she winked at him but shook his head in disbelief.

"Now my dears, I must dash as I have some of that family business to attend to and I will see you at Dinner," Constance parlayed as she rose from the couch. "Au Revoir Mon Petites, I will see you later. Vernon could you and Petunia please help me to the car," she said as she left the house.

Both Petunia and Vernon escorted her to the door and helped her into the car.

They waved to her as she drove out of Privet Drive.

Harry sat nervously in the parlor as he waited for both his Aunt and Uncle to return. When Petunia and Vernon returned, Harry sat there gob smacked, they both had great big grins on their faces as if they had just won the lottery and were staring and giggling at Harry, who by this stage was turning a bright shade of pink.

"So we are finally going to get rid of you freak for once and for all," Vernon said through snorts of laughter " This time tomorrow you will be gone out of our lives forever and guess what you are never to set foot back in this house again. Do I make myself clear? I can't wait to tell Dudley when he comes home from Piers'; he will be over the moon to finally get his playroom back."

Harry started to get angry but let it slide only a day and a half and he will be gone from this dump and these sorry excuses for Muggles forever. Harry jumped up off the couch and pushed passed his relations as they were doing the happy dance, and ran upstairs

Harry ran into his room and locked the door and pulled out a piece of parchment and quickly composed a note to Ron.

Dear Ron,

Great to here of your families good fortune, looks like good fortune is running wild today. I have the greatest news ever. I am finally leaving the Dursley's. Whoo Hoo!

An Aunt from France has asked for me to move in with her in her chateau in France and guess what - I have accepted. So as of tomorrow night I will no longer be contactable at this address and once I am settled I will send Hedwig with my new details, also she has asked me to take on her surname so guess what I won't be Harry Potter anymore but from now on I will be Harry Delacour – pretty swanky hey.

I just thought of something I wonder if my Aunt Constance is related to Fleur mmmmm I wonder - Oh well must dash all my wishes to the family and please give Moine a big hug from me when you see her.

Your Mate

Harry Pot..Delacour

Harry looked at the note and rolled it up, he called Hedwig over and told her to take it to Ron who now lived at Mal..Weasley Manor.

"So many changes." Harry muttered as he sat on his bed. Harry sat in his room for the rest of the day going through his belongings working out what to take with him and what to leave behind.