The Thief of Hogwarts
By: Bluminous
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Chapter 17: Marauder Mayhem
"What do you think you are doing?"
Fleur smirked and tossed her hair making the older witch scowl with annoyance. She had just kissed her betrothed for the first time, and after leaving him in a daze in the garden, she was confronted by the Auror trainee inside the kitchen.
"What do you mean?" Fleur asked, keeping her tone neutral, though her face showed amusement.
"You know what I mean!" Tonks hissed. "He's not ready for that! He's too young!"
"On the contrary Zonks, I think Harry is pretty good for his first kiss." Fleur said. "He is much better than the boy from whom I got my fist kiss from school."
"It's Tonks!" The auror trainee clenched her fists. She itched to give the young brat a proper lesson, but she decided not to. Getting kicked out of the Delacours' house was not a good idea, especially right in the middle of the Holiday season. "What were you thinking kissing Harry like that?!"
"He is old enough." Fleur looked at her nails and raised an eyebrow at Tonks. "You forget Honks..."
"It's Tonks!"
"Whatever... Harry is my betrothed. We will marry once I am of age." Fleur said."You do not have a say in what me and Harry choose to do in our free time."
"And you forget, Flour." Tonks copied Harry's nickname for the Delacour Heiress and she smiled when she saw the teenager's face scrunch up in annoyance. "Harry is my familiar and we share a deep bond between us that you can only dream about. And I say what you're just doing... this to get even with me."
"I admit part of it is that." Fleur said. "I also want to practice, and giving my betrothed early lessons in kissing will help us in our relationship for our future."
"He's not even thirteen yet!" Tonks argued.
"He will be in a few more months!" Fleur shot back. "And you saw that he asked for a second kiss." Fleur giggled at the memory, relieved that Harry started to show interest in her.
"Because you forced him into that situation. I don't want you leading my poor Harry into some hideous plot." Tonks warned the younger girl, her eyes flashing in warning.
"I am not leading him into anything." Fleur said. She looked at the flustered trainee auror and realization dawned in her eyes. "I see now, you are jealous."
"Jealous?" Tonks scoffed. "I'm not jealous. I'm just worried about Harry. You break his heart and I'll break your nose." The trainee auror raised her fist in front of Fleur for emphasis.
"You are jealous because I kissed Harry." Fleur said, ignoring the threat.
"Why would I be?" Tonks had an idea and decided to use it against the young girl. "Harry and I bathed dozens of times, together. There's no need for me to get jealous over a lousy kiss."
"You bathed together?" Fleur's eyes widened in shock.
"Many times." Tonks said smugly.
"Naked?" Fleur whispered.
"Of course." Tonks smirked. "You can ask him about it, I know all his favorite spots to rub too. Do you know what they are?"
Fleur took deep breaths until she couldn't take it anymore and ran out of the kitchen, and straight towards her mother for some advice.
"Mama!" the Delacour Heiress shrieked and looked for her mother, determined not to let Tonks win.
She knew she had landed herself a suitable mate, though a bit young. Fleur knew that he was powerful, unique, and from what her full Veela cousins say, quite immune to the Veela charm. Those rare men were highly treasured by the Veela Covens around Europe, and they usually organize hunting parties to look for those rare, single men that have a natural resistance to their Charm.
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Kit yawned and twitched his tail while the young girl in front of him giggled and copied the cat's actions and kneeled on her hands and knees on the grass. Gabrielle had decided that she wanted to learn how to be a cat too, and tried to mimic Kit's every move.
The black cat looked at his young apprentice with amusement when movement caught his attention. It was something colorful and so shiny... prey. His ears immediately flattened on his head and he lied low on the grass, determined not to alert his prey. He looked back at his companion and saw young Gabrielle flat on her belly, watching him closely.
Kit nodded and slowly moved closer to his prey, one paw at a time, determined not to give away his position. He wondered if his prey shrieked like a banshee, just like Fleur did whenever she was surprised.
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"Is it done?" Apolline asked Perenelle who had volunteered to watch the steaks that cooked over the grill.
With a flick of her wand, Penny turned the steaks on the other side and she nodded in approval when she saw the proper color on the surface.
"A few minutes more, then this lot will be ready." Perenelle said. "How does Julian like his steak?"
"Rare." Apolline said. "Harry likes his medium rare, and so do my girls."
Perenelle nodded and took a few stakes of the grill while he let hers and Apolline's cook for a few more minutes.
"That's a nice dress, where did you get that?" Perenelle asked when she noticed the beautiful pattern on the half-Veela's clothing.
"This thing?" Apolline smiled and took a fold of her picnic dress. "Julian bought this for me last week. Touch the fabric, you'd be surprised how soft it feels."
"This is high quality Acromantula silk." Perenelle said as she ran her fingers over the fabric. "I wouldn't wear that with Harry though..."
"Why not?" Apolline asked as she returned to the table beside the pool, arranging the wine and juices for the children.
"You know clothes made of Acromantula silk, they are very reflective." Perenelle began.
"What does that have to do with Harry?" Apolline asked.
"The first time I wore clothes that shiny, Harry kept on touching them." Perenelle smiled fondly. "They got ruined immediately, since his hands were stained with ink from playing with Nicky's elaborate quill."
"Oh dear." Apolline said. "Do you think I should change?"
"Too late for that." Perenelle grinned.
"What?"
A black blur jumped from the grass and landed on Apolline's skirt, and a second later young Gabrielle followed the black figure and tackled her mother's legs.
"EEEEK!" Apolline shrieked as Perenelle laughed at the sight of Kit mewling victoriously over his prey, his claws digging in the fabric while Gabrielle let out a victorious cry.
"Gabby! Harry!" Apolline plucked her attacker from her skirt and held the young cat in her arms. She looked down at Kit's partner in crime and saw her daughter hugging her legs. "What are you two doing?"
The Delacour Matriarch tried to move but was unable to do so when her daughter kept a tight grip on her ankles. Her balance wavered and she yelled as she started to fall back to the pool taking Kit with her.
SPLASH!
Perenelle laughed when Apolline surfaced with a very wet and annoyed cat with her. Gabrielle had wisely let go of her mother's legs, avoiding being dragged into the pool and she watched with confusion on what had happened.
"Serves you right Harry!" Apolline scolded the soaked cat on her arms as she waded towards the shallow end of the pool. "I hope this teaches you a lesson!"
She dunked the cat underwater for a second to show him how angry she was.
Mrooowrrr...
Kit leaped of his future mother-in-law's arms and landed on the ground as they reached the edge of the pool. Immediately he shook his body and transformed back to Harry.
"What were you thinking?" Apolline rounded on the young man, her hands on her waist. The Delacour Matriarch was dripping wet, with her hair plastered tightly on her face.
"I was just teaching Gabby how to stalk." Harry scratched his head in embarrassment. He ran his fingers through his wet hair and smiled sheepishly at the annoyed half Veela.
Apolline sighed, unable to remain angry as she looked at the boyish grin Harry was giving her. It didn't help her situation when young Gabrielle stood by Harry's side trying to help her idol to get out of trouble.
"You might as well take baths before you eat." Apolline waved her wand at Harry, instantly drying his clothes. "Go on. I think Gabrielle needs her bath too. Look at your dress Gabrielle, it is dirty now."
"Sorry Mama." Gabrielle said, looking at her light blue dress.
"Uhhh Thanks." Harry said and ran inside the house while Gabrielle waited for her mother to help her prepare her bath.
"Mama!"
Apolline turned around and saw her eldest daughter who wore a distraught look on her face and she wondered what happened to her peaceful Saturday morning.
"What is it?" Apolline asked.
"Did you know that..." Fleur stopped talking and stared at her mother and sister. "Mama, what happened to you?" She saw her mother was dripping wet, her hair looked frazzled and her clothes crumpled.
"Harry." Apolline said, as if that name explained everything. "He and your sister here were playing and I fell into the pool with Harry."
"Oh." Fleur said, hiding her grin.
"What is it you wanted to tell me?" Apolline asked. "I have to take your sister for a bath and I sent Harry to take his before eating."
"He's taking a bath?" Fleur asked as an idea came to her.
"I assume he is." Apolline said as she headed towards the house, Gabrielle latched on her arm. "Make sure he arrives on time for lunch. Grandmama Penny is almost done preparing the food."
"I will." Fleur said. She remembered Tonks' boast earlier and the young teen decided to rectify the situation. Gathering her courage, the quarter Veela entered the house and made her way to Harry's room.
Ten minutes later, Tonks was sitting at the veranda when she suddenly felt her familiar was feeling intense emotions. Was he embarrassed? Tonks frowned and decided to wait for Harry and continued looking through the few fashion magazines on the table.
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"Harry?" Tonks looked up from eating her salad and saw her familiar wearing a goofy grin on his face while Fleur walked beside him, a red tinge still on her cheeks.
"Hi Tonks." Harry mumbled. He warily looked at Julian and Apolline and sighed in relief and sat down across from a puzzled Metamorphmagus.
Tonks observed Harry for a moment and sensed that he was feeling nervous and at the same time excited. She reached for Harry's hand and covered it with hers.
"Something's bothering you, I can tell." Tonks said.
"I'm fine Tonks, really." Harry said. Tonks detected a nervous pitch in Harry's voice and knew he was not fine.
"No you're not." Tonks insisted. She knew Harry was feeling nervous for some reason, and she was curious what caused him to act that way.
"Did you have a nice bath Harry?"
Harry, Fleur and Tonks looked at the other end of the picnic table and saw Apolline was looking at them while Julian and Nicholas continued to talk.
"Uhh, yes! I had a nice bath." Harry said and Tonks narrowed her eyes when she felt a spike in her familiar's emotions. She noticed Harry giving Fleur discreet looks but the Delacour heiress remained composed aside from the slight blushing in her cheeks.
Realization dawned on Tonks and her eyes widened in shock.
"You didn't." The trainee auror whispered to Fleur. The young teen just shrugged and possessively grabbed Harry's hand and intertwined her fingers with his. This action made Harry extremely uncomfortable since Julian and Apolline were seating right beside him.
"Did what?" Fleur asked, twirling her hair with her free hand. She shot Tonks a superior look proclaiming her as the victor of the second round.
Tonks grumbled and decided to keep her mouth shut. This was not the place to interrogate her poor familiar and decided to talk to him later.
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Harry yawned and stared at the canopy of the Oak tree, where its leaves cast shadows on his face. They were expecting Remus Lupin that day, and the young thief was confused on how to talk to the man. He knew Remus was a werewolf, from what Julian obtained from his contacts at the British Ministy. From what he read in the Ravenclaw Library, Werewolves were treated rather poorly in Britain because of their status as Dark Creatures.
He was surprised that his late father had befriended Remus, though he knew that was not what was troubling him. He didn't care whether Remus was a werewolf or not, as long as he didn't try to bite him. What disturbed the young thief was why he didn't even try and write him while he was with the Dursleys.
"You know Harry, we have a perfectly comfortable couch in the balcony."
"Hey Flour." Harry said. He spotted a beetle and a few insects buzzing by and he watched as their colorful shells glinted against the sun.
Fleur was used to his teasing by now and just settled for a bemused expression on her face. "Maybe I should ask Papa to have that Tree planted inside the House, maybe you'll spend more time there."
"Is that possible?" Harry said as he looked down at her.
Fleur sighed and tried to climb up the tree, but it was too tall for her and she didn't want to ruin her skirts. "Come down Harry, Papa said that the guest you are expecting has arrived."
Initially, Nicholas and Harry planned to contact Remus once he got back to Hogwarts. It was Perenelle who suggested that they contact Lupin now, to avoid Albus who had the annoying habit of minding others' business.
"Oh right." Harry righted himself from his perch and prepared to jump. The young thief expertly leaped through the air and on the way down, he snatched the beetle than had been buzzing around for the last few minutes.
It tried to squirm in his hands, but he kept a firm grip on it and slightly smiled when its desperate actions tickled his palm.
"Harry, you don't know where that thing came from." Fleur said.
"It's nice." Harry replied. He partially opened his hand and expertly held the beetle in its back, preventing it from opening its wings to escape. "See? I've never seen such a colorful beetle before."
Fleur leaned away when her betrothed held the beetle near her face. "Gross. Where did you learn to handle insects?"
"One summer, insects were the rave in the neighborhood." Harry said. "Spiders, bugs, beetles, you name it, we all played with them."
"And cockroaches?" Fleur asked. Though insects did not interest her, her future husband's childhood always did.
"Nah, the school said they were too dirty." Harry said. "We just crush them, like this."
Harry stomped on a smaller brown beetle on the ground, and Fleur heard a loud squish. The beetle in Harry's hand struggled harder to escape, but Harry knew how to handle it.
"Good." Fleur said. "So you learned to catch insects when you were young?"
Harry nodded proudly.
"I was the best." Harry said, hoping to impress his girl and maybe get a kiss. "I had many spiders in my cupboard, and I started nicking jars to keep them there. I sold some to the local boys in school."
Fleur knew about Harry's home life before she met him, and she was amazed that her betrothed didn't even hold a grudge about them. It was like he didn't even care about how he was treated. If she was placed in Harry's position, she was sure she would get revenge at the earliest chance possible.
"You want to see something cool?" Harry asked.
"Sure." Fleur said.
Harry started fishing his pockets, usually full of assorted items he found around the house, and finally pulled out a ball of yarn.
"Where did you get that?" Fleur asked.
"From your sister." Harry grinned back. "She thought it was a suitable toy for a cat."
Harry carefully held the struggling beetle by its side and he carefully opened its back with his thumb and forefinger. With his free hand he made a loop and slipped it underneath the beetle's wings, taking care not to damage them.
"Watch this" Harry said to Fleur and he immediately let go of the Beetle. Immediately it tried to fly away but it was then held back by two feet of string. Instead of escaping to freedom, the beetle flew in circles around Harry, while Fleur watched in fascination.
Bzzzzzzzzzz
Bzzzzzzzzzzz
Bzzzzzzzzzz
"That's amazing!" Fleur exclaimed.
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Remus couldn't help himself but squirm in his seat, overcome by excitement at the thought of finally meeting Harry. He was pleasantly surprised at the letter he received from Harry, who was requesting a meeting at his earliest convenience.
Immediately Remus used the last of what he saved up from tutoring to purchase a direct line to the Delacour Manor, where he knew from the Daily prophet was Harry's official residence.
He was greeted cordially by Julian Delacour, the famous retired auror and a leading political figure in France. Remus was surprised when Julian asked him to join him in his study and the Werewolf grabbed his few possessions and his wand and stepped into the fire.
Travelling by international floo was the poor man's transportation, since they were subjected to a vomit inducing ride as they spun around the Floo ways for at least a few minutes. Remus was used to this by now, and thankfully the distance from France to Britain was short compared to the transatlantic floo rides to the U.S.
Remus Lupin appeared into the most luxurious study he had ever seen. It had gold accents in almost every part of the room, and expensive paintings hung on the walls.
"Mister Lupin?"
Remus looked up and found himself staring at Julian Delacour, and an old man that he judged to be in his seventies.
"Yes, Monsieur Delacour?" Remus extended a hand. "I must thank you for giving me this opportunity to finally meet my best friend's son."
"It is no problem." Julian said. "Harry is curious about his parents, and he learned at school that you were a close friend of his father's. He was hoping to learn more about his parents from you."
Remus smiled. "I will do my best. I am quite surprised to also learn that James had arranged a betrothal contract with your family. I always thought James abhorred the old traditions."
"The Head of House Potter had an agreement with the House of Delacour, and I am delighted to say my daughter and young Harry are getting along well." Julian said.
Remus shook his head, a slight smile on his face. "I'm just surprised James survived Lily's wrath. I know James' parents were traditionalists, and he was supposed to wed Narcissa Black. Thankfully Harry's grandfather changed his mind."
"This is Uncle Nick." Julian held out his hand to the old man sitting behind the desk, that for some strange reason had what he observed were toys alongside luxurious quills and paperweights. "He is Harry's mentor, a tutor of sorts."
Remus' face brightened when he heard the word 'tutor'. "How is Harry in his studies?"
"He is a bright young man." Nicholas said. "You'll find Harry quite talented when he applies himself."
"When?" Remus asked.
"Like all boys, he tries to avoid lessons he thinks are not useful." Nicholas said. "Magically, Harry is quite powerful, perhaps one of the strongest wizards in his age if trained right."
"Where is he?" Remus asked.
"Harry usually spends around this time playing in the garden with my youngest daughter, Gabrielle." Julian said. "Fleur, my eldest and Harry's betrothed, is on her way now to find them."
"And I think they are here." Nicholas said as the perimeter charms alerted him.
Remus tried to smooth his clothes and his hair to make himself appear presentable to Harry. First impressions were important after all. He wondered how Harry would look by now, and in his mind he pictured a young James Potter, with the cocky grin that charmed the ladies and the confident stride. What he saw wasn't what he expected at all, as the door to the private study opened and the boy walked in.
Remus eyes' bugged out when he saw Harry. The boy stood there, with a neutral expression his face. He was best described as normal, unassuming, a face that could easily be forgotten in the crowd. Yes, he did have some of James Potter's looks, but the manner with which the boy carried himself made it somewhat different.
His famous scar was hidden by his bangs, and Remus noted that his clothes were not of the same quality as the intimidating guests behind him. Harry was wearing simple jeans, slightly dirty at the knees and Remus could smell bark and grass on his clothes.
What was surprising though was the beetle that continued to fly around Harry's head in circles, tied by a light blue yarn with Harry's left hand holding the other end. The boy looked at him and there Remus could finally see Harry's green eyes, exactly the same shade of green as his mother Lily's.
Those green eyes studied him, assessing him and Remus suddenly felt uncomfortable for wearing his shabby clothes. He should have worn his best, but that suit was last used during Harry's parents' funeral, and he thought it was not proper for the occasion.
The boy tilted his head to the side and finally spoke out. "Mister Lupin?"
It was then that Remus was overcome by his emotions and he stood up, intent on giving the Harry a hug that he had not given in over a decade.
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Harry carefully studied the man who he guessed to be in his mid forties with graying hair, though he knew the man to be around his parent's age. He wore shabby clothing, and Harry was sure the man could walk in the streets of London without getting victimized by pickpockets.
"Mister Lupin?" Harry asked.
The man, upon hearing his name tried to move towards Harry but Julian stepped between them and pointed a seat in front of the desk. Remus' shoulders slumped, but he kept sending hopeful glances at the young boy who was his best friend's son.
"Harry, I can't tell you how I wished for this moment." Remus said.
"Really?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Remus nodded, eager to make a good impression on Harry and his new guardians. "I wanted to visit you at your relatives' house, but Dumbledore wouldn't give me your address."
"Why would he do that?" Nicholas asked.
"He said it was for the greater good." Remus said. "I can't believe I'm sitting here with James' son in the same room!"
"Believe it." Julian said, sitting across Remus.
"Papa?"
Remus looked at the source of the voice and noticed a young woman of promising beauty standing beside Harry. She was a half a head taller than Harry, with silver blond hair that reached the small of her back. The Marauder in Remus could not help but think that Harry had bagged himself a nice bird.
"Yes Flower?" Julian turned to his daughter.
"Shall I leave? Do you require privacy?"
"Nah, stay here Flour." Harry said, giving his betrothed a pat on her arm. Even though they had started kissing, among other activities, Harry couldn't help but tease Fleur. Sometimes he missed the days when she would react violently to his teasing. Only sometimes though, since he liked the kissing.
Harry hopped into his usual chair, the beetle he had captured still trying to escape to no avail while Fleur sat on the arm of his chair.
Nicholas decided to start the conversation. "There is another reason why we have asked you to meet us, aside from a simple reunion."
"I suspected as much." Remus replied as he looked at Harry. "You seem to have a good life here, from what I can tell."
"It's alright." Harry said. A frown from Fleur made him add "I mean, I'm enjoying living here in France with the Delacours. They're my family."
"That is good to hear." Remus smiled. "Now, what do you know about your parents? Tell me what you know so far, so I'll know where to start."
"I know about the Marauders." Harry replied. "And I know that they called themselves by their aliases, Prongs, Padfoot, Wormtail and..."
"Moony." Remus finished, though he was quite shocked at what Harry had said. "Harry, how did you know about us?"
Harry grinned and pulled a folded parchment from his back pocket while he gave the string attached to the beetle to Gabrielle who had just entered the room with her mother. He placed the parchment on the table and tapped it with his wand. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
"The Map... you have it!" Remus whispered, his eyes never leaving the parchment that started to form lines on its surface. "Where did you get this?"
"I can't tell you that." Harry said. "I learned about the Marauders when the map indicated my name to be Prongs Junior."
Remus grinned when he heard the name. "The four of us implanted part of our personalities and magic in the map. James' residual magic must have sensed who you are, it's slightly similar to magical wills of Gringotts. We used to call you that when you were a baby."
Harry made a face when he heard that. He didn't think the name was attractive or cool at all. "Anyway, I assumed Prongs was my father, and this week I guessed that you are Moony."
"How did you know?" Remus asked, impressed by Harry's deduction.
"It's simple really, the moon." Harry said and Remus' face paled.
"You know my secret?" Remus asked.
"Yeah, it's no big deal, as long as you don't bite me." Harry joked. "What I'm curious about is how you came up with the other three names. It can't be just a random alias, there has to be a deeper meaning to that, especially with the brilliance you showed when you four created the map."
"Ravenclaw?" Remus guessed.
"And proud of it." Harry said.
"I think I have a theory." Nicholas said. "If your three friends knew that you were a werewolf, the only way they could safely stay with you during your transformations is to become animagi. I suspect these names are related to their forms?"
"You got it." Remus said, giving the old man a respectful nod before turning back to Harry. "Your father's form was a stag, hence the name Prongs because of his antlers. Peter Pettigrew could transform into a rat with a worm like tail, and so we called him Wormtail. Sirius Black turns into a large black dog with wide paws, and is called Padfoot."
"That's brilliant." Harry said, his eyes lighting up. "How did they do it?"
"Through hard work and two years of practice." Remus said fondly, as he remembered the time when the Marauders trooped back and forth from the library for a year. "Do you want to be one? I may not be an animagus, but I remember the process. It will be hard though, but I know you can do it."
"No thanks." Harry said while Nicholas coughed in the background. Seeing the man's disappointed expression, the young thief put on an earnest face. "Maybe when I'm older, right now I'm too busy with school as it is."
Fleur marveled at her Harry's acting skills while Nicholas and Julian exchanged amused glances. Apolline was listening closely to the conversation while she kept an eye on her daughter who was now spinning the beetle by herself, since the poor insect was now tired from all its flying.
"Okay, if you're sure." Remus said.
"I'm sure." Harry said. "I want to ask about Sirius Black, and what happened that night. I heard rumors that he was the reason my parents were murdered."
"I checked the British Ministry records." Julian said. "In what I have discovered, Sirius Black was never convicted of anything, or even given a trial. He was just tossed into a cell on the second of November."
Remus expression darkened and he combed his graying brown hair with one hand. "It's difficult to speak about this. How would you react when you discovered that your best friend, someone you treated and consider as a brother betray James?"
By now, Perenelle had entered the room and had cast a modified silencing charm so that young Gabrielle could not listen to the more sensitive topics of the conversation.
"Now, that traitor didn't deserve a trial for what he did... and for murdering Wormtail." Remus growled.
Harry by now was playing with whatever was in his hands whenever he was deep in thought or nervous. He wasn't sure if it was a combination of both and absently twirled the activated Marauder's map on the desk.
He spotted movement on the map and smiled when he saw the Weasley twins were going for another Butterbeer run. There were few students staying at Hogwarts this year, though it seems that the Weasleys were in full force, having the Gryffindor tower all to themselves.
Harry spotted a name and blinked, wondering if he was seeing things. He looked at it again and he pointed the name with his finger.
"I thought Wormtail was dead?" Harry asked.
"He is." Remus said bitterly. "Black destroyed him, and the only remains found in the street was his finger."
"Then what is he doing sleeping in the Gryffindor dorms?" Harry asked.
"Impossible!" Remus snatched the map from Harry with surprising speed, causing Julian to stand up and draw his wand.
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Little Gabrielle was getting bored, Harry's toy bug was not flying anymore and so the young girl spun the string, making the beetle twirl around at even faster speeds than before. The beetle would flap its wings for a second or two, but it was obvious to that it was tired from all the flying for the past ten minutes.
As Gabrielle increased the speed, the blue yarn string suddenly snapped and a large crash and a shriek were heard on the bookshelves.
Immediately Harry was beside Gabrielle with his wand drawn and Remus wondered if the boy apparated. Julian was there too, his wand pointed at the ruins of his destroyed bookshelf.
Nicholas frowned and looked at Gabrielle's broken string she was playing with and the remains of the destroyed bookshelf, where the sounds of moaning and someone retching was clearly heard. The Master Alchemist waved his wand and the destroyed bookshelves repaired itself as splinters of wood and books returned to their proper places. A body of a woman was revealed, wearing green robes and an ornamental hat.
Apolline and Fleur had immediately drawn their wands, and had Gabrielle behind them, the memories of the assassin thief that broke into their home still fresh in their minds.
Julian immediately recognized the face of Britain's most notorious reporter, and a predatory smile appeared in the Frenchman's face.
"I'm surprised to see you here, Rita Skeeter."
Rita was still confused from all the spinning the devil child had done to her for the past ten minutes and she vomited the remaining contents of her stomach. As her vision slowly cleared and the room stopped spinning, she saw the face of an angry Julian Delacour before a flash of red light finally knocked her out.
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A/N: I need some good stories to read, aside from the ones in my favorite list.
Can anyone recommend a NEW, promising, good Harry Potter story? Crossovers are welcome too.
P.S. I based Harry's childhood from my own adventures. (I lived at the countryside during summers when I was a kid.) Bugs are fun!
Edited, Thanks to Wolf550e