Harry stretched in a cat like way as he gazed around. He was once again in the Black Market. He had a few last things to get before he went to Hogwarts in a day. He started to walk off down the road making a mental check list. He needed some potion ingredients, a few books, and possibly some more paints and brushes. He stepped lightly down the stone road, barely making a sound as he weaved in and out of the hoards of people and creatures alike.

He paused in his walking though as he felt a familiar magical signature and caught a scent that tickled his memory.

He frowned lightly and moved down one of the many alleys that led between streets. He followed the alley until he popped out into another street. His frown deepened and he found himself in front of a brothel. He didn't pause to look very long though before he entered. He pushed past the man who had come to greet him and headed down a hall ignoring the yells of the man. He walked into a room where the 'wares' were held. A large cage took up most of the room holding various people to be browsed, some willing some not so willing.

He spotted the familiar person and frowned even more. The small blonde girl was sobbing softly, wearing a light silk blue dress.

Harry could immediately tell she did not want to be there. He walked up to the gate and raised a hand. A ball of fire appeared, deep blue almost indigo in color. It was a mixture of regular fire and his own magic. He hadn't done this before, but he had experimented. His magic and control over fire were two different things. He could control the fire even if he didn't have magic. So when he mixed them it made a much more deadly weapon. He slammed the fireball into the gate and ripped through the wards, spelled locks, and metal bars all in one. The metal gate to the cage melted in a flash of light leaving only a pool of liquid at his feet.

Everyone in the cage was staring in open shocked. He could tell the people behind him were also staring in shock. The man at the front seemed to have alerted the owner and his guards. The eight guards, the manager, and the employee were standing there in dumb shocked. Harry stepped into the cage and walked straight to the blonde girl who was also staring in shock. He flipped through his memory to the one where her mother had called her by her name.

"Come Gabrielle." He said.

She launched into his arms, burying her face in his neck as she sobbed on. He picked her up gently and turned to walk back out the gate. He could see others who had been held by their will slipping out also. The guards had started to chase after them. Harry threw small fire balls at the guards to light their clothes on fire and distract them. The manager got over his shock and stepped towards him angrily. Harry sent him an absolutely frigid glare that said 'don't screw with me'. The man shrunk back and Harry walked from the room. He paused to wandlessly summoned Gabrielle's things to him and a moment later some clothes and a small bag were in his hands. He tucked them in his bag and walked out of the building.

Harry vanished into the crowd, heading towards a bar he had labelled as his favourite. As he stepped in almost everyone pointedly looked away. A few weeks ago he had killed two men before they could blink. They had tried to flirt with him. Then he had killed four of their friends that had leaped at him. The few people in the bar that weren't regulars and hadn't seen it quickly followed the examples of the others though. (Harry had been here enough to become recognized by the regulars). Harry moved to the bar counter and the barkeeper.

"I want a room for a while."

The man nodded and tossed him some keys.

"Have someone bring us up some lunch and drinks. Cranberry juice for her water for me."

The man nodded and Harry headed for the stairs. Harry found his room and slid the key in the lock. He entered the small room and set Gabrielle on the bed. She had fallen asleep sobbing in his shoulder. He set her down on the bed. Then he pulled out all her things, setting them on the chair beside the bed. He sat in a different chair and waited. A few minutes later a knock echoed and he stood. A waitress handed him two bowls of soup, two buns, his water, and the juice. He took it and she scurried off. He set the tray down on the small table and then grabbed some paper and a quill from his bag.

He wrote a quick note and rolled it up. Then slowly he coaxed a flame up. It appeared in a dazzling display of reds and golds. It had taken the shape of a small bird. There were no smooth lines though as the fire would dance around the shape making it look like a bird on fire. He hadn't made this though. He had asked the fire to take a flying shape and it had picked the bird of its own will. He held out the letter (fire proof spells on it) and a small fire beak clamped over it. It did not burn for he had asked the fire not to burn it (it could easily break through the weak anti-fire spells).

"Please take this to Gabrielle's family."

Fire was smart. It was, when in the shape of an animal, almost exactly like an animal. It could see, it could 'think', it could smell. It was almost a part of him so it could pull pictures from his memory. It was a living thing. The fiery bird took off out the window he opened and he turned back to the sleeping girl. He reached back into his bag and pulled out a calming draught and a pepper-up potion. He poured a little of each into the juice. He knew neither would react badly together and she would need them.

He reached out with his magic and pulled her from sleep. She blinked dazedly before sniffing softly again and leaping back into his arms. He let her hug him a moment before sitting her on the edge of the bed and pushing a bun, a bowl of soup, and the juice at her. She thanked him softly, a French accent coming in from her distress. After she finished off her meal she sat calmly. Harry had also finished his. He set all the dishes on the tray and the tray and glasses vanished. He stood and held out a hand to the girl. She latched on and he led her from the room. Once back in the bar he threw the barkeeper the key back.

"What're we doing?" She whispered as he headed for a table of people playing poker.

"I sent a message to our parents. They will come get you when they get it. Till then we relax." He said simply.

He slid into one of the empty chairs around the round table and the men gave him a few glances. He glanced at al the items in the center placed as bets. Money, jewels, papers, and other thing. This wasn't one of the cheap bars. This was actually quiet an expensive bar and no one 'average' in status and wealth could get in. Harry found it enjoyable as they actually had clean rooms and had better alcohol. The few regulars around the table gave him wary glances and quick nods. One of the men who he didn't believe was a regular sneered at him.

"What do you want kid?"

Harry raised a calm eyebrow and picked up the cards someone had dealed him. Then he waved a bar girl over. She dragged a chair for Gabrielle who sat right beside him.

"Give me a Starla's Waver."

The girl darted off and he looked back at his cards.

"I asked kid, what do want?" the man sneered again.

Harry's eyes flickered up to meet the man's, his own as hard as granite.

"Be quiet."

The man sat back heavily, eyes wide with fright as Harry's aura flared throwing many in the room in to a fearful silence, few daring the breath. His magic flittered through the room, the dark feeling weighting everyone down. Some of the wizards and people that were more versed in the dark arts looked up at him like he was an almighty lord, feeling his own dark magic play across their skin and caress their own tainted cores. As quickly as it appeared Harry masked it, leaving many gasping from fear or rapture. A few purer people fled the building while others stared at Harry in awe and fear. Harry gave a very fake smile.

"The game?"

They jumped and the people around the table quickly started. Harry, who had a lot of money, could easily keep up with the betting. He had gained a lot of money from his club (which was now one of the most successful business in Magical London), his part of the Firebolt business, his assassination missions, and his paintings. He had also been to a few more concerts. Besides that he had a large amount in his vault.

As the game progressed he found a large pile of the winnings beside him. Either he was a good player, his dead stare was making people mess up, or no one wanted to beat him in fear of his wrath. He opted for all three. By the end he had a pile of gold coins, some expensive pieces of jewellery, some odd jewels, and a small cottage in Africa.

The men quickly left when the game had finished, leaving Harry to tuck the items in his bag. He paused with a small silver necklace though. It was a simple silver chain, but the small tear drop shaped sapphire wasn't plain. It was an excellent stone with no flaws and about as big as a thumb nail. He shut his bag and motioned Gabrielle to turn around. She did so and he slipped it around her neck. She giggled then looked up at him with large blue eyes.

"Can I call you brother?"

He gave a nod, eyes softening just slightly. She clapped her hands happily. Harry threw the rest of his drink back just as the doors to the bar swung open. A familiar blonde woman entered looking frantic. A tall man followed her quickly. The man had soft brown hair and large blue eyes. As Gabrielle spotted them she gave a happy shriek and leapt into their arms. Harry watched as they hugged, the mother sobbing over her child, as the father softly soothed them both. Harry stood and made to move but was slightly startled as the blonde woman grabbed him and pulled him into a crushing hug.

"Oh thank you!" She sobbed. "Thank you for saving my daughter."

Harry awkwardly nodded. When he was finally out of her grasp her husband clasped his hand strongly.

"Thank you. If not for you she would be…" He cut off most likely not wanting to admit it to himself.

Harry nodded easily.

"I'm Alexandre Delacour and this is my wife Apolline Delacour."

Harry nodded curtly. Then he smoothly bowed his head to each of them and patted Gabrielle on the head once. She just threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"Au revoir Harry! Can I visit sometime?"

Harry nodded once. He liked the girl for some reason. Then he kissed her head and wove some spells around her necklace. Simple tracking charms and protections charms.

"Don't take your necklace off and I will find you."

She nodded happily and he slipped out of the bar into the night. He still had things to get.

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End of Chapter 29.