Chapter 4—Don't mix girls with a fifteen year old

Time slid by me and I did learn tons of stuff in the libraries. I am not sure, why I never just got up and left or moved to a new school. I never realized there could be a life for me somewhere else and suddenly I realized that a couple of years had flown by. This school year was down to the last two days. Of course I am stupid, just ask my friends...

As I mused over memories of the big school search for Hermione, Neville and Ron, but I was not the one who was bitten trying to get passed that three-headed dog. They found them three days later, stuck in a room full of flying keys. Alas, I am rambling over old memories of many different years here at Hogwarts.

"Mr. Potter the headmaster wishes to see you in his office after dinner" Professor McGonagall informed me.

"Is there something that I have done wrong Professor?" I asked.

"Not that I know Mr. Potter".

"I thought that you were to take care of all problems Professor and only those that you couldn't handle were to be referred to the headmaster"?

"Be that as it may be the Headmaster wishes to see you so I would advise you to be there after dinner".

"Yes Professor" I said, but thought, here they go again. The professor that should handle it will not and the headmaster will be up to something that is to his "Greater Good".

I get to the gargoyle and suddenly realize I do not know the password. Dam another something to make me feel inferior or make me feel inadequate. Dragon dung, it is just another idiotic test. Another obstacle the headmaster tries to put in my path. I ignore his attempt at manipulation. I will just sit here until he comes down or curfew which ever comes first. Two hours later Professor Sprout comes bustling up apparently heading to see the headmaster.

"What are you doing here Mr. Potter it is getting close to curfew?"

"Well professor the headmaster wanted to see me after dinner but nobody told me the password and since I am not psychic I made it as far as it is possible". I replied. I definitely was not going to stand there and guess Fumble-ups sweet-based password.

She gave the password and we went up.

"I just came by to drop off the keys you requested and I found Mr. Potter sitting down stairs so I let him in," stated Professor Sprout.

"That's fine Pompom and thanks for the keys" Dumbledore words were as good as a dismissal and Sprout left.

"Ah Harry, no one tell you the pass word?"

"No sir."

After a long pause.

"Have a lemon drop," offered Dumbledore

"No thank you sir" I replied as if I would take something laced with a potion.

"Harry my boy, there has been some dark things happening at Hogwarts this term and I hope you have not been involved. It is impossible to turn from the dark side of magic once you have chosen that path"

I said nothing, but I was laughing on the insides. The old fool, if there was such a thing as the dark path he had pushed me onto it along with the Dersleys and life as a whole had greased it. This must be the gazillion time he has said this line of crap one way or another to me, next will be the Dersleys. I wondered if he has told Draco about the light path.

After a long pause the idiot continued.

"I just wanted you to know that you will need to remain inside the house at Pivot Dr, this entire summer Harry, it's just too dangerous for you to go to the park or any other place even the yards around the house and going to the Weasley's will be too dangerous."

Yea, Vernon would not demand under punishment that I not go out side to wash the car, cut the grass, weed the lawn, or trim the roses… yea, right!

This was a variation of the good cop bad cop. Vernon beats the hell out of me so I am grateful when Dumblebutt gets me out.

"Yes Sir" I replied. I was not going to argue with Dumbdum, in fact, I was not going to Pivot Dr. But Dumbledore never could get that fact. I have given up arguing, I blow up the place, stab and cut people and he just offers a lemon drop.

"Any problems Harry?" asked Dumbledore.

"No Sir"

After another long pause.

"Well if you have nothing to say then I wish you a good summer"

I just turned around and as I was leaving Twinkles gave me another shot, "Oh and Harry! Since you missed you detention sitting down stairs you can do it when you get back from vacation".

I was planning a very good summer. Now I really did not care, as if I ever did. I left without speaking, what are eight years and four more hours of detentions that I was not going to do. After packing and boarding the train, I awaited my very good friends as defined by them, I sat in my empty compartment thinking.

I was staring out the window and chuckling at all that had started from the howlers from Molly Weasley, but I should care? She mixed up the facts and I got a reputation from it that was very rewarding.

I can only guess that she and the howlers, that were very descriptive, told Lavender Brown enough because Lavender drags me into a broom closet almost the next day. I told her no way was I doing anything in a smelly broom closet, so she dragged me into an empty classroom in an unused corridor. It was a sturdy desk and she had enough by dinnertime. Its funny all those stuck up, "I'm not available" girls, sure knew where to drag me to have their way with me. I must have developed a reputation, via Lavender and Ginny because I had sex with a good portion of my year girls before the word got out to the older girls. Some were even in the Slytherin House. Funny none were virgins except for one girl, so much for "not available".

"So Harry what will you be doing this summer," asked Hermione as she took a seat across from me in the compartment. I had a nice flashback about that time.

FLASHBACK:

Ron, Hermione and I were off by the lake in our spot, which was very secluded. Ron and Hermione were having one of their famous arguments over some stupid thing when Ron made one of his stupid comments.

"How would you know, oh right, Miss Know-it-all always right and has the answer, how stupid".

Well he always was a brick short of a building and stomped off, leaving Hermione in tears for some reason. She was really crying by the buckets so I had to do something so I put my arm around her shoulder as a brother would. I said some stupid words of comfort when she let loose. It seemed that in some girly way of thinking that she was not good looking enough, to the point that she had been rejected a couple of times and now by Ron. Well I did have to ask and I got full bore Hermione. She was trying to convince Ron to have sex and now I was the target. Well she was a pretty girl if you looked past her personality. I think this may be something she will not relay to the Headmaster but I could be wrong.

They have sayings about book-worms and she proved it there and then. She wanted to try every position there was in the books she had read. She was a virgin but not for long. Finally, she could not physically continue so we cleaned up and got dressed. I had to help her dress and walk to the Great Hall for dinner. She really put her all into that her first experience. I do not know if she ever spelled it out for Ron, for him to be able to understand what just happened but she sure tried that evening. Then again, Ron was never that quick on the uptake. I think a nice letter to Ron over the break stating how Hermione was a great lay ought to do the trick. Being such a good friend, I know he will appreciate the information.

END FLASHBACK:

"I was told by the headmaster that I will no be able to leave the house this summer, so it would be very bad summer due to the terrors I lived with, if I obeyed."

"Well Mom says she will not be asking Dumbledore to invite you over this summer. Your probably going to miss that won't you?" Ron happily said as if dangling a carrot that I could not reach. (Yep that letter will defiantly be sent out to Ron)

"Thank your mom Ron, and I hope you and Ginny enjoy yourselves, I have other plans anyway," I smiled.

"What plans? I thought you had to stay in the house all summer" Hermione was off and questioning. She would keep asking until she got an answer that she was happy with, too bad; she was not going to be happy. I figured none of them were going to be happy this summer.

"Well that's what the Headmaster told me to do but since I am not old enough to go to the bars and chase girls but I will be taking in the cinema and zoo. Things like that, maybe a little travel to France or Greece."

Well Ron was turning jealous red and Hermione was ready to pop a blood vessel trying to think of a way to notify the professors. I just sat back and smiled. My shrunk trunk was in my pocket, I had swept everything I owned and removed all tracking and monitoring charms and was just waiting. I did not wait long as Hermione made excuses and left the compartments burning up the carpets to find a professor. Whether she did or not, when she came back, I was gone as in, 'faded' thanks to the Founders library. A Harry last word to Ron before I 'faded' away, was, "Well Ron, looks like you'll be playing with yourself alone, again this summer." I 'faded' out using a sizzling sound, but doubted that Ron the magnificent could add the words together and see the insult.

Arriving at Potter Manor I was greeted by my elves, well the manors elves. There was twenty to maintain the Manor and grounds. The Goblins stated that the wards were deadly to anyone attacking or forcefully attempting to enter the manor. They were keyed to me alone. The outer wards were the buffer to announce visitors but if the outer ward were attacked, the inner wards were deadly. The manor was somewhere in the south of Wales on the coast so I did a little clothes shopping in Swansea.

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The 'floe' lit up and Professor Vector announced her request for entry.

"Dumbledore, Hermione Granger has just told me Harry Potter has done a runner".

"Have you checked the train? He can't 'apperate' he hasn't been given the training yet".

"Albus I have had everyone checking this train from front to rear and Potter is not on this train, the Weasley boy had some story that Potter fizzled into nothing before his very eyes"

Dumbledore notified his turkey club and the ministry and everyone was running around like chickens with their heads cut off. They all were searching in the magical areas and posted guards at Gringotts but no Harry. I had done my shopping within the muggle stores and was now on a muggle ferry to Germany. After some site seeing and tasting of the food, I took a train to France to see the sights. The time was enjoyable and for the first time I had nothing to clean, no one yelling at me, and all of the strange foods that I could eat. The Pivot drive was not even a thought.

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Alas, the fates drive us all and I was in need of refilling my money purse, so while in Paris I slipped into the magical area and headed to the local Gringotts. After the Goblins took their share to convert the galleons to the local currency, I decided on some ice cream, as it was a warm day, I found the desire for ice cream almost overwhelming as if driven to have some. I did not have to search I almost knew where the nice ice cream parlor with little wire tables and chairs on the outside was located.

Inside at the counter I saw a very cute, silver haired, girl a couple of years younger than myself. I am not really a Casanova but she caught my eye as she was very beautiful but way to young. I figure that looking came with being a male. Right then I was waiting for her to finish so I could place an order for a large ice cream with chocolate syrup and cherries.

Suddenly the front of the building was blown inward and six people entered with wands throwing stunners at everything. The restricted section had given me some very dangerous curses and I had practiced them just as I had in my mind magic in my cupboard. In other words, I knew the curses, I knew the theory but I had never had the chance to practice them. One curse was a lucky cast and I cut a huge hole in two of the masked men the size of a grapefruit, they were dead before they hit the ground. Like I care, as long as it is not me hurt or dead they can all die at my hands or Snape's for all I care. Well that got the others attention but I had moved over and in front of the girl. She had drawn her wand and was shooting stunners that were not at all effective. My bludgeoning hex hit another masked man in the head, his head exploded it in a bloody mist; the fourth I had only entangled in some ropes, as I had to get a shield up with my other hand. It was a little wand-less magic I was working on, simultaneous casting and it worked as the books described. It could have ended badly as the other two had position on me and the third was off to the side. Luckily, at that moment help arrived to take down the remaining masked men. The Surete Nationale for the magical side rushed in and made short work of the remaining three. My shield deflected all of the dozens of curses, which had been fired at the girl and me and subsequently into the ice cream parlor. There were my curses, the bad guys curses and the French police's, the ice cream parlor was literally destroyed.

Well that just started all kinds of French speaking being fired off in all directions. After the girl and I were escorted out of what remained of the shop and onto a bench out front, I was thinking that I was probably in one hell of big trouble. A little later, a large man appeared and who looked as if he was in charge. The cute little girl launched herself at him. After more French being exchanged, he approached me. Again, the French flowed directed at me; all I could do was say…

"Sorry I don't speak French". The man switched to English.

"I wish to thank you Mr….."

"My name is Harry, just Harry"

"My name is Jean Delecour and the girl you sitting with is my daughter Gabrielle. I am the head of the police enforcement section and I wish to thank you for protecting my daughter from the kidnapping attempt. Just relax as this is France and you are in no trouble, we believe to rid ourselves of trash like that. So unlike England, justified killing is just that, justified"

So, that is how the cops got there so fast, it must have been part of her security detail that called in reinforcements.

Flash cameras lit the day and I knew I would be in trouble and tracked. No, I was probably minutes away from Dumbdorks arrival with his cronies and big troubles.

"Sir I would advise you that within a very short time there is liable to be a lot of people heading this way and I am not sure if they will take no for an answer".

"Let me assure you Mr. Potter you are in no trouble in France over what has just happened, well maybe a little from my daughter", Mr. Delecour said while snickering.

I jumped and let go of her hand, I did not realize that some where during all this, that our hands had joined and she was very close to me. She just grabbed it back, pulling me back next to her and started with the French again with her father. I was surprised about two seconds later when another strikingly beautiful silver haired, dazzling, gorgeous…" Grabbed the little girl in a hug, French broke out and then this angle grabs me and plants a kiss on both cheeks. At that moment, Apoline Delecour arrived and snatched up her daughter in a hug and the French started again. Then started a whirlwind of activities of which I had no choice but to follow and be dragged along. They collected my luggage from the hotel and flo'ed us to the Delecour castle, insuring that I was dragged along.

Finally, I got them to stop thanking me with every other sentence and we all settled down in a large plush room, which could have been their living room. A tiny elf brought drinks that had alcohol in them, all the while French was flying between Gabrielle, Fleur and her parents. Every once in a while I would notice I was holding hands with the girl but even if I separated from her, a few minutes later I was holding her hand again. Not that it was not nice to hold such a small soft hand, but her parents were there and well, I was not going to be forward with someone that young. Besides, I was in a foreign country and people did react differently, she must have a bit of hero-worship and that would the account for holding my hand constantly. I was more interested in Fleur but she was probably to old for me or better yet I to young for her, but Morgana she was gorgeous.

Dinner was a delicious array of French foods and the wine was something I was not use too. The wine also did not let me notice the questioning of my life and beliefs but the wine made him very happy. Mr. Delecour was called to the floe numerous times and received several owls that evening. It was later in the evening that Jean told Harry that Dumbledore and several others had arrived and made an ass of him-self demanding Harry's return yada, yada, yada. That Harry was not to concern himself, as Dumbledore would not be finding out where Harry was staying. They gave more wine and soon I found myself telling stories of Dumbledore's mind reading attempts as well as Obliviation attempts. The Delecours were not rude but did speak a lot in French, which was of no concern to me as the wine was good. I was told that I was a very special man in that I was with three Veela and I was not drooling uncontrollably over them.

"How can I not drool over such lovely ladies?" I was slurring but it was my night. Soon it was time for me to crash and I made my good nights and snuggled in a warm comfortable bed just a little tipsy. I then came very sober as a very feminine female slid into my bed. She was not going to take no for an answer and I was not going to argue. What she did to me that night will remain in my most pleasant memory file. Apparently, I was no slouch either as she was quite un-quiet in her final moments. After five, most exhausting spins I was finished and was asleep as if drugged, the alcohol burnt away long ago.

The next morning will forever be burnt into my memory, as it was the most pleasant memory and one of the most shocking. If I could have panicked a little less, I probably would have set a land speed record leaving the place. To say I was in shock, well yes I was. At first, I did not know what woke me but that was not my immediate thoughts. I was pleasantly wrapped up in warm arms and with a head on my chest. Our legs were intertwined and it was warm, comfortable. She was nude, oh yes I could feel that delight. It just felt so right until I opened my eyes and looked up. What woke me was the bedroom door opening and what I saw was Jean and Apoline Delecour and if my guess was not wrong I was sleeping with their older daughter. The next thing that confused me was they were laughing which woke Fleur who turned to me and said "good morning my darling did you sleep well". While I was, stuttering and her parents were laughing even harder as she got up and put on her robe, which then got me and John Thomas Jr awaiting a replay.

"Harry why don't you get dressed and meet us down stairs and we can explain what is going on, we can see you are just a little excited" laughed Apoline.

"Err, you might say that" I was able to get the words out of my mouth. I showered and dressed in a hurry as I was utterly in need of having a psycho exam.

It turned out that Veela, which Fleur was one quarter Veela, had a homing sense and could tell when they ran into their bond mate. She was mine totally but I was under no real requirement. If I wanted I could get ten more wives, all that counted was she was bonded to me. Then started the fun and the problems began.

Veela was not considered human in England so I decided I did not need to go back. Jean being a big muck-muck in France cut through all the red tape, got all the licenses, and even got me a French citizenship. Jean even managed to get some of their law enforcement people to come to their castle and give me training which I found I sorely needed. Knowledge was one thing but practical application was another. The training was not all jumping and dodging but a lot of bookwork and finesse. The French had some nifty spells and curses that snuggled up nicely with many that I knew. They taught me how to string my curses together, animagus training and how to become invisible without a cloak.

They persuaded me to go back and finish my education, which would include obtaining all my Lordships as dictated by the Wizengemot. After that, I could stay in France or wherever I wanted. With Fleur being so attentive and spending every night in my bed I felt a return to France in my future.

Dumbledore tried to interfere in my life once more. One evening while everyone was sitting on the balcony enjoying the setting sun and some fabulous wine, Fawkes flashed in carrying a letter in his claws. I touched the letter and was port-keyed to England and the Weasleys dump of a house.

There was a large stink made at the ICW but they did not get Dumbledore being Dumbledore was the head hump-wimp of the ICW or whatever and he got everything hushed up but the damage was done between Britain and France's relations.

NOTE: Now that the boring chapters are out of the way just remember, Baslick blood, Kung fu and he has just about everyone mad at him. Now lets see if I can really confuse you when the real story starts in a couple of chapters.