Part 3 HP&GD~

After giving permission Albus Dumbledore stood to welcome Samuel Brocklehurst as he floo'd in to his office. "Welcome Mr. Brocklehurst may I ask what brings you to Hogwarts?"

"I've come to withdraw my magical dependents from Hogwarts." At the headmaster's look of concern he added, "It is nothing against you but with the ministry interfering I don't like the feeling I'm getting."

Dumbledore appeared to be deep in thought while actually he'd already decided. Miss Brocklehurst was an average Hufflepuff. While Professor Sprout, her head of house, might notice her absence he doubted any other Professor would say anything beyond a simple inquiry. "I'm sorry you feel that way." Dumbledore said waiving his wand to summon a house elf. He distained the calling of a particular house elf it might give them thoughts above their station. This way the closest one answered. "Yes Professor?"

"Please inform Professor Sprout I wish her to inform Miss. Brocklehurst to report to my office with all her things. She is leaving us."

Before the elf could leave Mr. Brocklehurst added, "Also notify Miss Granger's head of house to have her report with all her things."

Dumbledore looked at Samuel sharply before waiving his wand in a complex pattern while muttering under his breath. Moments later a parchment dangling several colorful ribbons flew into the headmaster's hands. After a quick perusal of the parchment Dumbledore said in a very clipped voice. "Yes, inform Professor McGonagall that we will need Miss Granger also."

"Samuel I don't know how you slipped this by me." Dumbledore started stopping at Samuel Brocklehurst's raised eyebrow.

"I did everything by the book Headmaster. Whoever did your filing might be in need of instruction but I did nothing underhanded and I resent the implication," Solicitor Brocklehurst replied, Samuel Brocklehurst had disappeared.

Always alert for political nuances Dumbledore caught the change. "No, I did not mean to imply you did anything but follow the law exactly. I will have a talk with my… 'filing clerk' as it were."

After the girls had left Professor McGonagall looked at the Headmaster saying, "Albus how could you allow our most promising fifth year student to leave? I thought you were the magical guardian for all muggle born students?"

"Minerva I had no choice. Sometime over the summer Samuel Brocklehurst filed the correct papers making him Miss Granger's magical guardian. If I had known I could have fought it but the notice must have arrived while we were trying to find Mr. Potter and I missed the hearing."

~ HP&GD~

Several days later Dumbledore was enjoying a tranquil moment sitting in the big chair behind his desk enjoying a lemon drop while his mind worked through the various problems involved with and possible outcomes of having a few of the Aurors in the order of the Phoenix visit Hermione Granger and confiscate her wand under the pretense that without passing her owls she was not a full fledged witch and entitled to a wand. That might force her back under his guidance but with a solicitor of Brocklehurst's abilities involved he needed to step lightly, perhaps a word to someone on the examining board? He was jostled out of his musing by an owl flying in and dropping an envelope on his desk. Looking at it he wondered what Madam Maxime could want. When she'd left at the end of last years tournament they had agreed to avoid contact for a while to let things simmer down. Deciding there was nothing to loose he unrolled the parchment to find a request for copies of two student's school and medical records. 'Well at least I know where Miss Granger and Miss Brocklehurst will be attending classes.' He thought to himself as he cast the spell to copy both their school records before heading up to Madam Pomfrey, the school's healer, for their medical records.

~ HP&GD~

Standing the Diagon Alley office of Brocklehurst and Ackerley, Hermione looked at the young girl who was beside her, "Sorry Mandy I didn't mean for you to get involved in this."

"It's all right. I could see things were going to get worse in time, but transferring to Beauxbatons? I don't even speak French."

"There's a language charm that will help you learn. I should use it too I mean I can speak French but it's more conversational French than reading and writing."

Samuel Brocklehurst walked over passing a French phrase book to Hermione he said, "Here's the port key they sent over. You two be good and if you need help let me know. I've got a few friends over there that can help."

"Thanks Mr. Brocklehurst." Hermione said giving him a hug before stepping back allowing Mandy to get to her father.

Mandy gave her father a big hug saying, "I'm going to miss you and mum."

"It will be just like Hogwarts but without the boring train ride." Her father assured her. Then after checking to make sure they both had their luggage in hand he tapped the port key with his wand sending them on their way.

They landed in Madam Maxime's office although slightly swaying both were managing to stay upright. "Welcome to Beauxbatons. You are the first transfer students we've had from Hogwarts in many a decade. Having just been there last year I'm sure you will find the classes here different from those you are used to. Are you ready for the rigors of a French education?"

Both girls managed a, "Yes Headmistress," while taking in the grandeur of her office. It's light and clean design was quite a change from the cluttered dark wood cabinet and painting lined office of the Hogwarts headmaster. Just then a door opened and in walked a girl about their age.

"Excellent timing Miss Arsenault. This is Miss Hermione Granger and Miss Mandy Brocklehurst our two new students." Olympe Maxime said introducing the two new arrivals.

"Miss Arsenault I recall you being at Hogwarts last year. I hope we did not make a bad impression." Hermione said holding out her hand.

"The bad impression was due to various factors none of which were the responsibility of either of you young ladies." Miss Arsenault replied as she took Mandy's hand and shook it.

"Miss Arsenault would you please show these two where they will be staying. Both of you should leave your bags here they will be in your rooms before you get there," Olympe said ushering everyone out of her office.

Marie Arsenault proved to be as organized as Hermione by the time class started the next day the two transfer students each had enough proper clothes and a room mate who would insure they made it to every class on time. Thinking she could get used to bunking two to a room with individual study desks and plenty of space for books Hermione took a look in her wardrobe pleased she wouldn't be living out of a trunk. Her school clothes, the outer robe, skirt and blouse looked reasonably normal although the material was finer and softer than anything she'd worn at Hogwarts. The parcels of hose and shoes with several inches of heels were not normal for Hogwarts however. The next morning she was muttering about lacking holdups when her roommate said, "You're a witch use a sticking spell at the top of the hose. Keeps them in place all day."

It took Hermione only ten minutes into her first class to realize how far behind her Hogwarts education was. At lunch that day she made it a point to sit with Mandy asking, "Were you surprised by your first class like I was?"

Mandy looked at her nodding, "Oh yes, I was talking with my room mate about it afterwards. From what she said we are half a year behind or worse depending on the class."

"That's about right. I thought Hogwarts was the best wizarding school but I can understand why so many graduates stay in England if this is the standard education outside of England." Hermione noted.

The next letter home raised eyebrows at the Granger home. It arrived by normal British post with the proper stamps bearing a London postmark. Margaret Granger was about to throw it out when the handwriting caught her eye. Opening it carefully she pulled out several sheet of fine stationary.

Mum, Dad,

Things at my new school are far more advanced than I was expecting. My initial grades will not be up to my usual standards but I am studying hard to bring them back to respectable levels for a Granger.

I must confess father was correct on yet another topic. I should have checked out the various magical schools with greater care. I fell for Professor McGonagall's line that Hogwarts was the finest wizarding school in the world. If it is I would like to know were the one l am currently at is located because the classes are far better. While it is true that a few of my teachers do not have the advanced degrees that some a Hogwarts claim to have they are far better at conveying information in an understandable fashion.

Speaking of fashion mum, you will be pleased to know that I have left the late 1800's behind and am now in the twentieth century. Admittedly early twentieth but I'm wearing Chanel, 1 inch heels and makeup are required for all girls fifth year and up. My roommate Marie Roy has been very helpful with the "girl things" as dad would say. Also Hogwarts never offered evening classes in deportment, party planning and hosting, along with dancing lessons for everyone being mandatory. I arrived too late for the normal classes in household charms so I am taking those with the fourth year girls. Unfortunately cooking classes have been an after hours option since first year. The headmistress has agreed that I can do independent study on that subject provided I prove to the satisfaction of their instructor I am making proper progress. Given all these extra classes, Yes mother I am taking deportment along with the party planning and hosting I have come to realize that whoever I marry will need a wife with those skills as the two current candidates both have their eyes set on careers that will involve a significant public presence. Not that either one of them know they are candidates for that position.

I am confident your daughter will leave here a much more capable young witch than Hogwarts would have produced.

Love,

Hermione.

A few weeks later a second letter arrived.

Mum, Dad,

It was so good to read your reply. I'll answer your questions first. Yes there are only two of us to a room and we have our own bathroom with all the necessities. It is so much better than living in a dorm room with all the other girls in your year not to mention the problems with having a common bathroom at the end of the hall. Marie is a fun roommate she knows most everyone as her family runs on of the more popular stores with locations in both Paris and Marseille. She is slightly better developed than me and has a beau while I am lacking one and intend to be for a while yet. Mum please explain it to Dad.

The cost of the clothes was included in my tuition. We wore some standard sizes for our first few days. A witch from Chanel measured us on the first evening. She brought our clothes back two days later and did a proper fitting of them. She told us she returns every month or so to adjust or replace those students whose bodies have changed. Finally no wearing robes that were fit six months ago! Even if they were cut "a little big to allow for growth."

Yes we have wine with every meal beyond breakfast. There are two carafes on every table one with watered wine and one with straight. The wine variety varies with the meal.

You asked about my teachers,

Professor Drapeau teaches charms he is old and distinguished looking. But very demanding and strict I think that trait is shared by all our instructors now that I think about it.

Professor Ver Way is from the Netherlands and quite the Herbology expert. He works closely with our Potions professor. Their approach is far different from Hogwarts Herbology and Potions professors. Professor Ver Way has us harvesting ingredients then we take those ingredients to potions class and use what we've harvested if we harvested wrong it shows up in the potion we are making.

Professor Gaudet is our Potions Mistress. She is the direct opposite of Hogwart's potions master as is our class room. I wish you could visit Beauxbatons. Hogwarts was a very old Scottish castle and felt like it cold, quirky, and on occasion very drafty and dreary. Beauxbatons is full of windows and just feels light, warm and far happier.

Professor Thibeault teaches Transfiguration. While I doubt anyone could top Professor McGonagall for overall knowledge or skill Professor Thibeault runs a close second. Besides she does not appear to have sucked on lemons for breakfast, which is a plus in my book.

Ancient Runes is called Runes here and taught by Professor Marceau who is brilliant. That said this is my current problem class. Because Hogwarts doesn't start Ancient Runes until third year I'm more than a bit behind in this class. According to Professor Marceau I should catch up sometime late this year or early next.

At Beauxbatons there is also a required muggle knowledge course. This class is much more intensive than Hogwarts muggle studies. It actually covers the advances in the regular world over the last decade. Thanks to the time I spent with you over the summer I was up to date and able to test out of for the year.

The evening classes are taught by a variety of outside instructors who come and go as the material changes. So I'll skip those.

I'm settling in well. My French is much better a good thing as all my classes are in French. I must admit I prefer these dresses to the robes of Hogwarts I actually feel like a girl now. Speaking of that if you get a letter from the Headmistress don't worry I'm fine. I ran into two bullies who thought they'd found some easy picking. One tried to put a spell on me that I was able to throw off last year. They were a bit surprised at that and even more at my return spells. Short version is they are expelled and awaiting trial for attacking an underage witch. At Hogwarts something similar would have only rated a weeks detention and lost of a few house points.

That's the latest from the best wizarding school in Europe.

Love to you both,

Hermione

"You actually told your folks about the attack?" Marie asked Hermione.

Hermione nodded saying, "I had to just incase Madam Maxime wrote them."

Marie shook her head, "I wouldn't dare tell my folks a fellow student cast the Imperius Curse on me. Let alone I dueled two guys at wand point."

"It's a good thing they didn't cast it on you then. For me that was a normal day at Hogwarts. Although I will admit they were better a dueling than my normal attackers."

"But how did you get so good?"

Hermione shrugged, "When you best friends with Harry Potter dueling just seems to be something you learn to do."

Marie looked at Hermione with wide eyes asking, "The Harry you are always talking about, that is Harry Potter?"

A bit surprised Hermione answered, "Yes, didn't I mention his name before?"

Marie shook her head saying, "No it was always Harry and Ron with no last names… When Fleur came back she talked a lot about Harry and his friend that was always by his side except when she went to the ball with Victor Krum. That was you? You went on a date with Victor Krum?"

Hermione hadn't realized her roommate was a big Quidditch fan girl, "Yes I did."

"So did he kiss you?"

"On the cheek only. And you don't want to know the problems it caused," Hermione replied only to find out that Marie did want to know every little problem and detail.

~ HP&GD~

Months later Gabrielle looked at her companion. They had spent every Monday to Friday the last few months in classes. Once her mother realized how little of potion ingredient interaction Harry learned at Hogwarts she'd tutored him herself before bringing in tutors in potions and other subjects including the social graces to insure he would not embarrass himself when he started classes at Beauxbatons. Gabrielle had joined him in all but one of these including the ones she'd already passed to insure he had a study companion. The one exception was this class he was so far beyond her skill level she merely watched. At the end of class his clothes were torn to shreds again, He was bleeding from a few nicks, had scrapes on various parts of his exposed skin but he was looking down at his Defense tutor a smile on his face and the tutor's wand in his hand. He released the binding spell and tossed the tutor his wand back.

"Mr. Potter that is your last lesson from me. You are the first student I've had that has managed to beat me three straight duels. It did not help that you restricted yourself to no shields on the last duel." His tutor said shaking his head.

"Could you recommend someone else who could take him to the next level?" Sirius asked walking over.

"I match up at least even with anyone I would refer you to. Therefore I would suggest two different individuals attacking him at the same time with totally different styles. That might give him a hard time." The tutor said before taking his leave.

"Well Sirius you said if I could beat him you'd take me on." Harry stated a gleam in his eyes.

Sirius really didn't want to go against Harry. Sirius had been trained as a rough street fighter not a dueler like Harry's instructors. "Harry you know I'm no dueler."

"You are just what I need a no holds bared fighter who knows just one thing, win."

"You've got that right. Alright I'll do it but Gabrielle here needs to be present." Turning to Gabrielle Sirius said, "If you see me starting to use spells that are too dangerous stun me. It's better he hits me with something dangerous than one of mine hits him."

"How's that better?" Harry asked.

"I'd rather face your folks for having you hit me with something of that nature then face them for having hit you with one. You are my godson! I'm trying to train you not put you in the ground."

Two losses later Harry called it a day. He now knew just why Sirius refused to fight his tutors. Sirius was wicked fast and just plain nasty in his spell selection. No other individual he knew would start a fight with a Blasting Curse at their opponents private parts. That had earned Sirius a stunner from Gabrielle along with the comment to stay away from areas that would affect her future children.

"Harry how are your other classes going?" Sirius asked as they showered in the small dressing area of the dueling room.

Harry looked at his godfather saying, "Actually this is probably my best one."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, you try taking ethics, court manners, and dancing from a veela. I think some days Mrs. Delacour is grooming me to be Minister for Magic or something. Did you know there are at least four ways to respond to a complement? Two of which insult the person giving the complement."

Sirius nodded, "I had those lessons between the ages of ten and fourteen during the summer. At sixteen my parents decided that I needed to learn various means of torturing information out of people. I didn't like that class and left."

"That's what prompted the break?"

"Among other things," Sirius replied so coldly that Harry decided to let that dog stay sleeping.

~ HP&GD~

Harry looked at Joseph Delacour the man he'd come to look at as either a second father or co-godfather in shock. "You want us to attend the Winter solstice Ball at the French ministry?"

"Harry you are going to Beauxbatons when it starts back up. It would be best if you were seen before then and to be honest I can't think of a better way to tweak some British noses than for you to miss their ball and attend ours."

Harry now knew why Apolline had been pushing their dancing for the last few sessions. He'd thought they were competent several weeks back but she'd been pushing them to learn more impressive twirls and other flourishes.

After a shopping trip under the guidance of Apolline that involved multiple shops and numerous fittings just to pick up a new set of robes to match an as yet unseen dress of Gabrielle's Harry was ready to call it quits and run to Voldemort so he could be put out of his misery. The intervening week of solid tests only increased his urge. He and Gabrielle spent the entire week separately or on occasion together taking written tests or demonstrating various spells. Luckily there was a days rest before they had to attend the solstice ball. That day Harry and Gabrielle got up late and spent the day relaxing. The next morning Harry was expecting another relaxing day with his companion instead he was left on his own while the ladies disappeared for the day. Joseph showed up later herding Harry upstairs to get dressed. He was back downstairs feeling slightly depressed and missing his constant companion for the last few months. That all ended when he saw Gabrielle descend the stairs of Delacour mansion. "Merlin you are beautiful but that just doesn't convey how fantastic you look." Harry said as he swept her up in his arms.

Apolline and Joseph smiled at each other and allowed the two teens a moment of peace. Which Fleur broke when she came downstairs asking, "Is everyone ready?" causing Harry's and Gabrielle's eyes to break contact.

Joseph held out the invitation which was also a Portkey activating it once everyone was touching it. "Ah right on time. Mr. Delacour Mrs. Delacour, Miss Fleur right behind this couple if you would. Mr. Potter and Miss Gabrielle behind them," the man arranging the order of introduction said.

Harry hadn't liked this at all but his schooling in the art of politics and social graces over the last four months helped him understand it far better this time than the tri-wizard ball last year. Tapping Mr. Delacour on the shoulder he quirked an eyebrow receiving an answering affirmative nod, several moments later he heard a voice call out to the hall, "Mr. Joseph Delacour, Mrs. Apolline Delacour and Beauxbatons tri-wizard champion Miss Fleur Delacour." When they reached the halfway point down the stairs he braced himself knowing he wouldn't like his introduction. "Tri-wizard Tournament winner Mr. Harry Potter and his companion Miss Gabrielle Delacour-Potter."

Harry took the first step thinking that wasn't bad. Then he heard a murmur start in the hall. He glanced down to see a beaming smile on Apolline's face indicating whatever was going on wasn't bad. When she swept him up in a hug he was sure it wasn't bad at all. "Harry I can't believe you did that." Gabrielle said from his side.

"What did I do now? I talked it over with your father and he said that while unusual it would be the correct introduction for you." Harry asked only slightly confused he had a strong idea what he'd done.

"Harry you claimed me. In front of the French Ministry of Magic you claimed me as your companion. They know I'm a veela and some know just what being a veela companion means and they will be telling the others."

"I you were already my companion when we were at Hogwarts. Did I do something wrong having them introduce you as my companion?"

"No Harry that was a very, very good thing you did. We had not revealed her status to anyone but now everyone will know," Apolline said giving him a hug.

Fleur nodded then gave her sister a hug whispering, "Congratulations Gabrielle, now all the young men I meet will want to talk about my sister being the companion of the boy-who-lived, It's a good thing I've got Bill at Gringotts." Stepping back she said, "You two will be the hit of this ball."

Harry thought Fleur might have a point when after the ball opened with the department heads and above dancing the first dance, in which Joseph and Apolline took part. Harry and Gabrielle were approached by the French Minister and his wife for the second dance, while Joseph and Apolline took the third dance with them. When time came for the fourth dance Harry looked around at the group approaching them saying, "This dance is for Gabrielle and I," before sweeping her up in his arms.

That proved to be one of the few dances that evening they were able to have together. Word of both their skill on the dance floor spread and numerous young and not so young ladies felt they just had to find out for themselves how skilled the-boy-who-lived was. While both Fleur and Gabrielle were similarly occupied.

It was late that evening when Joseph nudged Apolline motioning to their youngest daughter who was coping with a young man who either had far to high an opinion of himself or too much drink or possibly both. He was obviously trying to entice her into something. Joseph started to rise intending to put a stop to it only to halt at his wife's arm on his. Looking over she motioned to a young man who'd stopped guiding his dancing partner smoothly across the floor and was now approaching the two with a look that would cause a demon pause. Harry stopped arms length away and in a voice so cold several people checked to insure there was no ice on the floor Harry said, "Sir that is my Companion you are trying to chat up."

"And why should I stop? Just because you request it?" The man asked without looking.

"Because you sir are no Hungarian Horntail," Harry replied in a flat hard edged voice referring to the dragon he'd faced in the first task of the Tri-wizard tournament.

The man's head snapped around to see who was addressing him. Realizing just who it was and taking note of the look on Harry's face the man fled leaving her without a partner.

Seeing Joseph approaching Harry said, "Sir would you do me the honor of finishing my dance with this young lady? I have a matter I must attend to," and without looking anywhere else he took Gabrielle in his arms.

"How did you know?"

"I always keep an eye on you. You are my companion are you not?" Harry replied spending the next few dances with her.

After finishing Harry's interrupted dance for him Joseph returned to his wife asking, "Did you see what happened to the young man?"

"Naturally, after he was chased away from my daughter I watched the Head of International Co-operation approach him and have a very short discussion before sending him in the direction of the door. I don't believe he will be a bother in the future."

"No I don't think so either. I was close enough to hear Harry's final words. I've thought all along that boy had command potential, but to see it finally emerge was a bit un-nerving," Joseph said.

"I take it he is capable?"

Joseph nodded replying, "I'm surprised the young man did not have an accident right there. Comparing him unfavorably with a dragon he'd dispatched with only minor problems did a rather good job of conveying what Harry thought of the individual. If he had not left when he did I believe Harry might have done something inappropriate."

"He was defending my daughter who is his Companion, there is nothing he could have done that would have been inappropriate." Apolline countered ending the discussion.

~ HP&GD~

Hermione was in Diagon Alley shopping for a few last minute holiday gifts when she spotted today's Daily Prophet headline, "Harry Potter Spotted in France." After buying a copy she tucked it in her bag intending to read it back home after finishing her shopping. It proved to be a uniquely frustrating endeavor. In a few stores there were now separate registers for pure-bloods which always seemed to be free while everyone else made do with one register. After picking up only the few gifts that had to be magical she went to the owl post shop sending off presents to the Weasleys and her former Hogwarts dormitory companions before passing back through the Leaky Cauldron into what she suddenly realized was her side of the barrier.

Back home her mother asked, "How did it go?"

"Not good, I think it's a good thing this is our last Christmas in England. I'll do all my magical shopping in France and wherever you and dad settle from now on." Hermione stated calmly.

A puzzled look came to Margaret Granger's face, "What's going Hermione?" her mother asked in the voice that conveyed 'should I be concerned' or possibly 'do we need to move earlier than planned?'

"You remember telling me how in Germany they had signs about who was allowed into various shops based on heritage?"

"Of course, wait don't tell me that's happening in magical England."

"Nothing that bad yet but a few stores had checkout stands for 'Pure-bloods Only' I guess they think with Voldemort coming back it catering to his powerbase might be back in style." Hermione said settling in to 'her' chair and opening the paper in a move quite reminiscent of her father.

With this new development she was grateful they would soon be joining their daughter out of the country.

Hermione interrupted her mother's musings when she exclaimed, "Harry has a Companion?"

Margaret knew her daughter was sweet on two boys but as a mother she didn't like the way one of them treated her daughter. The other boy this Harry person seemed to treat her daughter right but even she had heard the capital letter on Companion. Deciding to intervene she asked, "What is a Companion and why are you so bothered by it?"

Hermione looked up from her reading having finished her first read through when she realized her mother had asked her a question. "What did you want?" she asked. After her mother repeated the question Hermione said, "The paper is highly bias against Harry and more than a little wrong in it's facts but the short version is:" before explaining all she knew about veela companions.

"Let me make sure I've got it. The fact she was introduced as Gabrielle Delacour-Potter means he has accepted her into his family in some way but not as a wife or consort. They still have consorts in the wizarding world?"

"Yes I think it could be a good thing if the women in it are satisfied with it." Hermione replied shocking her mother.

"Right, So what does this mean to my daughter?" Margaret asked her tone conveying she most definitely disagreed with her daughter's statement.

Hermione thought for a moment replying, "Nothing, I mean Harry and I were not dating or anything last year. He's just one of my best friends."

"If he asked would you have dated him?"

"I would have been tempted but with the whole golden trio thing it might have been too awkward."

Her mother was about to ask about the golden trio when she remembered her daughter talking about Ron, Harry and Her being referred to by some nickname. "So you're telling me that if Harry walked up to our door right now and asked you out on a date you'd say no?"

"I'd have to talk with Gabrielle first."

"Disregarding the Companion thing I take it you would say yes."

Hermione looked over the paper in her hands replying, "Yes mother if Harry asked me out on a date I'd say yes. It would be only a date after all."

"What about his companion?"

"I might still accept. It would be nice getting to know her and learn a few things. After all don't you always tell me there is more to life than books?" Hermione replied teasing her mother gently.

~ HP&GD~

Harry rose from the bed before grabbing a robe heading down to the Delacour's kitchen.

"Harry how did you enjoy last night?" Apolline asked as she sat drinking coffee with her husband.

Harry thought as he slowly poured his own cup of coffee stalling for a bit of time finally saying, "I enjoyed it. There were a few minor bumps but I spent a wonderful evening out with my family. Can't beat that."

Apolline nodded her understanding the boy's statement while wondering how her youngest daughter got so lucky.

The rest of the holidays passed peacefully. Apolline was pleased when the results of their testing came back. Gabrielle was able to skip an entire year she would be taking fourth year classes when she returned and Harry would have been able to skip fifth year but he declined not wanting to get that far ahead of Gabrielle. Instead he expanded his course selection to include Runes, standard math, French, business, and applied magic. This would increase his future options drastically assuming he passed the fifth year exams in all his subjects.

~ HP&GD~

Hermione sat in her little reading nook in the family living room they'd wanted her to be with them rather than up in her room but she'd begged for a bit of privacy. Her father closed off a former closet and made this for her so she could be with them but still have a quiet reading area. The one book she'd found in Diagon Alley about Veela grateful for the instruction her parents had given her years ago regarding how to evaluate an author's bias. Who ever wrote this either hated what they perceived as non-human beings or was directed to write that way. There was no way she was able to separate the half-truths from the out right lies. She was about to throw the book into the living room fireplace when her mother entered with one of the wizarding history books Hermione had picked up during a winter skiing vacation that included a stop in the magical section of Geneva.

"Hermione the section in here on Veela is fascinating," Margaret Granger said as she entered. Seeing her daughter's eyes light up she passed her the book asking, "I take it the book you found wasn't much help?"

"Help? If I'd gone by what that author wrote I'd probably insulted the entire Veela nation during my first conversation. Why people write books about subjects they know nothing about still confuses me."

"It's like we told you when we explained about author's bias. People sometimes write books full of half truths and occasional lies to influence public opinion. Do we need to go over that topic again?"

Hermione shook her head saying, "No mother, you and dad beat that into me rather well."

"Good, I know we had a heck of a time getting you out of blindly trusting authors and authority figures last summer and I didn't want to go through that again."

~ HP&GD~

Finally the day came when Harry and Gabrielle had to leave the security of Delacour mansion for Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Surprisingly both had the same unvoiced worry, how will they accept the new me?

They arrived at Beauxbatons shortly before noon spending most of the afternoon in their room putting their things away and using touches of magic to make the room their own. With dinner approaching Gabrielle and Harry made their way into the dining hall sitting down at their table for the welcoming feast.

Madam Maxime rose and the conversation stilled as she looked over the students. "I have a few announcements, First welcome back the remainder of this year promises to be as interesting as the first half. We have a new student and a student returning. Both have spent half a year doing independent study. I would like to introduce Mr. Harry Potter who has joined us from Hogwarts. After taking the same before Christmas break tests as the rest of his class Mr. Potter will be joining our fifth year students as we start back up." She said stopping for the rise in comments she knew would occur. "Also Miss Gabrielle Delacour Potter is returning to continue her studies with us. She also has taken a battery of tests with her results allowing her to join our fourth year students. I know her new classmates will assist her as needed. For those of you who did not read the papers over our break, particularly our male students please note she is the Companion of Harry Potter." Madam Maxime finished sitting down she knew every table but two, the head table and the one containing the Potters would be discussing the implications of her statement.

Unfortunately for Harry she was wrong on her last thought. All the tables were discussing her statement. "Gabrielle who are you rooming with?" Anna her roommate from last year asked.

Harry knew the question would be asked by someone and had been briefed by Apolline regarding this and several other answers. "My Companion rooms with me," He said forcefully as Gabrielle looked to him.

"So are you two married?" Anna asked.

"No I have become his Companion." Gabrielle replied drawing a raised eyebrow from the other females at their table. "Harry and I are…" she started to continue only to stop as Harry placed a hand on her arm.

"Allow me, Gabrielle and I are together and will be for the rest of our lives. Just what form that will take has yet to be worked out she is but thirteen and I am only fifteen." Harry replied. The dinner conversation switched topics and for the rest of the meal Harry was briefed on the various instructors and what to expect in class from each of them in between discussions about what everyone else did over the break from school.

Gabrielle felt someone approach just as Harry started to ease her chair back allowing her to rise. "Hermione! I didn't expect to see you here." Harry exclaimed while Hermione enveloped him in one of her hugs. Gabrielle's magic started to react but it confused her. Normally someone else hugging her companion like this should have invoked a strong defensive feeling, just like it had at the ball when several of his dancing partners got too close. This time her magic was almost singing in joy.

She was still trying to sort out what was going on when she was wrapped up in a hug. "Gabrielle I'm so pleased about you and Harry. He needed someone to ground him and you've obviously taken good care of him. What are you now Harry six feet?"

"Six two or so." Harry commented watching the two young women.

"Excuse me Gabrielle, I didn't mean to make any advances on your Harry. He's just a old dear friend." Hermione said once she'd realized she'd hugged Harry in front of Gabrielle without asking her permission. "Once the paper reported you two at the ball I made it a point to read up on Veela Companions. Then I go and violate the first rule right off." Hermione added shaking her head.

"It is all right Hermione. I recall you hugging him like that last year. As you said you two are old friends. Now a few of the women at the ball however were a different story."

"Hey I had them announce you as Delacour-Potter when we came in and I did nothing to encourage them."

"That is true, be glad the President interrupted your dance with the English ambassador's daughter. My Mother was about to fireball her on my behalf."

"Oh, what was she doing?" Hermione asked the grin on her face a giveaway that she knew an interesting story was being told.

"For an English slut she sure had Roman hands," Gabrielle replied drawing a chuckle from Hermione.

"That is… an apt description of several former classmates also. Be glad you are here and not at Hogwarts. I do not think it would be a relaxing day for you there," Hermione said eyeing the new Harry.

Gabrielle caught her meaning nodding both in understanding of Hermione's statement and in growing realization of what Hermione meant to Harry. Harry on the other hand let Hermione's statement slip past without thought focusing instead on something else, "Speaking of Hogwarts why are you here? I know why I transferred but you were inline to be head girl in a few years," Harry asked

"Hogwarts has changed."

"How bad?" a suddenly subdued Harry asked.

"When Dumbledore couldn't find anyone to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts Cornelius Fudge appointed Madam Umbridge a senior Undersecretary to fill the post. She was quite disappointed when you didn't arrive on the train. During Dumbledore's welcome she interrupted him to make a classic bureaucratic speech about working together and moving forward into a new era. That was a bunch of hogwash along with her teaching ability, all we did in DADA class until I left was sit in class and read chapters out of the textbook. She believes the answer for all defense questions is to lock the door and wait for the Aurors to arrive."

"So were are the future Aurors suppose to come from?" Harry asked.

""The Ministry will train them as needed," Was the answer I was given. Nearly got detention just for asking that very question. The day Fudge appointed her High Inquisitor I owled my folks, it was time to get out."

"What the heck is a High Inquisitor?"

"Best I can tell something Fudge made up. As High Inquisitor she has power over the entire school. It was passed off as a return to proper wizarding educational methods. Among other things she has the task of reviewing all the other Professors and correcting their teaching methods. I wrote to Ron when I'd been here for a month just saying hi and asking how things were going. The twins wrote me back. She's formed an Inquisitorial Squad made up of Slytherins with Malfoy at its head. According to the twins Hagrid has been replaced and word was Divination was on the way out. There were hints of a pureblood bias starting in Defense and Potions, no surprise there. According to the twins it's formal in most of the other classes now as the Professors try to curry favor with the High Inquisitor. Pureblood students get the prime seats and house points for breathing. Dumbledore cannot or will not do anything to interfere with what's going on."

"I can't believe Dumbledore is allowing that to happen,"

"Harry you know he's always let the Professors handle their own classes. From what I've heard he's given Umbridge free reign. I would not be surprised to find out she's replaced Dumbledore before the year is out. The twins wrote the muggle born have to move out of the way of pure-blood students walking the halls if you can believe that," Hermione said.

"What about the Weasleys how is this affecting them?"

"That is an interesting topic as they are one of the purest pure-blooded families not that you'd ever know it. From what the twins have said without you around to influence him Ron is taking to the new way like a duck to water. His twin brothers had enough of him after he made a disparaging comment about people coming into the wizarding world. Naturally he forgot his girlfriend, Megan Jones from Hufflepuff don't know if you know her or not, has a muggle parent. Ended that relationship right then according to his brothers."

Harry shook his head saying, "I know Ron has his moments but I thought he was open minded. He was friends with us after all. I don't think he learned that at home. I know Mrs. Weasley's a bit against muggles but I think it's more they take her husband away from her than any…," Harry stopped seeing Hermione's gaze.

"The twins played a prank on him for it, his forehead flashed, "I'm an Idiot" every time he opened his mouth. Molly sent them a Howler over demanding they correct whatever they'd done to their brother. Then Percy showed up and spend a Hogsmeade weekend with Ron." Hermione said then decided to tell him the rest, "

When we went home on Christmas break I went shopping in Diagon for presents for Ginny, Neville and a few others. Most of the shops in Diagon alley had one checkout reserved for pureblood patrons only. Magical England is starting to remind me of stories from Germany before the Second World War.

Harry looked questioningly at Hermione her eyes gave him his answer looking into them like he was looking at her soul Harry said, "Don't worry I will defend you if anything like that starts here."

Gabrielle heard him and finally understood what the young woman talking to her Companion was. She was the one who'd had Harry's heart prior to the tri-wizard tournament, the potential Mrs. Potter. Gabrielle needed to talk to her woman to woman.

~ HP&GD~

The opportunity came a few days later. Harry was spending the afternoon flying around with a few of his fellow students and Gabrielle took the opportunity to invite Hermione into their quarters.

Hermione looked around as she entered noting the décor reflected Harry's influence. She was surprised to see a picture of Ron, Harry and Hermione prominently displayed. Suspecting what the meeting was about Hermione reiterated in her mind, 'Harry had made his choice.' Now her responsibility was to support that decision no matter how she felt about it or him.

Once they were seated Gabrielle rang a bell causing a house elf to pop in with tea and biscuits wearing a knit cap and miss-match socks. "Dobby?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Mistress Hermione! Dobby was hoping to see you again." The elf exclaimed bowing to her before disappearing with a pop.

Looking towards Gabrielle Hermione asked, "Your own house elf?"

Gabrielle sighed before replying, "Unfortunately yes, he showed up once we arrived here. Harry claims he's a free elf and Dobby doesn't argue the point with him. But to be honest I suspect there is more to it than Harry is aware of. I've never seen an elf so devoted to one person."

That's Dobby, I've dealt with him for years and all I can say is good luck dealing with him."

"Oh he's actually a dear. I just need to get used to such… enthusiasm our house elves are a bit more restrained." Gabrielle replied taking a dainty sip of tea. Looking down at the cup she commented, "I don't believe he's served us this particular variety before."

Hermione debated for a moment after taking her own sip then said, "This is my favorite variety of Earl Gray. Dobby must have known I would be here."

"Yes he asked who would be visiting when I informed him I'd need some tea and biscuits earlier." Aft a few moment of uncomfortable silence Gabrielle continued, "I asked you here to discuss you and Harry."

Hermione set her tea down before saying, "I suspected as much. I want you to know you have nothing to worry about from me. Harry has made his choice. I respect that and hope that you will allow he and I to remain friends."

~ HP&GD~

In a large office at Beauxbatons there was another meeting taking place.

"Headmaster Dumbledore I am not sure what the purpose of your visit is."

"As I've told you Headmistress I am here to collect a student of mine and return them to Hogwarts."

"Which of the two young ladies are you here to collect?"

"Neither I am here to collect young Mr. Potter."

"No."

"What?" Dumbledore replied his magical control slipping slightly allowing the various loose items to rattle. "I'm sure if I could talk with him he would see the necessity of returning to his beloved Hogwarts."

Madam Maxime Headmistress of Beauxbatons merely raised an eyebrow as she looked at the Hogwarts Headmaster and waited until his display of power subsided before replying, "As I told you Mr. Potter will not be going with you. His guardian left me with very specific directions among them was that you or any other Hogwarts professor not be allowed contact with Harry or his Veela companion. Now if you have no further business I am rather busy today."

"Harry's guardian is a wanted criminal who has escaped from prison. Once the negotiations are done your ministry will be returning him to England. His wishes have no bearing on this."

"Mr. Black has had his case reviewed by the ministry and has been granted asylum by the ministry. It is good to hear that your ministry will be turning over Mr. Bagman to the Monte Carlo authorities. My contacts in the ministry will be glad to hear that."

Dumbledore sputtered, "What,"

"That was a condition to even begin talks about Mr. Black. I would think the head of Britain's Wizengamot would be aware of that fact?"

"Ah, sometimes they fail to pass on the specific details of each case." Dumbledore replied watching Madam Maxime stand and with an elegant wave motion towards her door the implication obvious even to the Hogwarts headmaster.