Sorry for not updating for a long time. I lost inspiration to write this story for awhile, but I found it and going to try and update this more frequently. Hope you enjoy the story. Reviews are welcome, so don't be shy on posting your opinion about the story. All rights and characters belong to J.K Rowling. Sorry in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

Staring blandly into space, Harry barely listened to Professor Black's lecture on werewolves as he practiced the spells the Hat taught him the previous night. Ever since the eagle rejected Harry, the relationship between the Hat and Harry has been almost nonexistent. The Hat only taught Harry what they both believed was necessary. This actually pleased Harry as he had one less thing to worry about. It also pleased him that this was the last lesson he had to attend before the holidays rolled round.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Harry heard Neville's voice. He lazily turned his head to see an awed Neville. Harry's emerald eyes followed the gaze of Neville's eyes to see that Neville was just amazed by the fire constructs floating out of Harry's wand.

"Just a simple wand exercise," Harry lied, flicking his wand. The fire constructs dissipated into the air as if it never existed in the first place. Neville looked at Harry unbelievingly before looking back to pay attention to Professor Black's lecture. Harry just sighed before he felt a tingle from his right hand. He looked at it before he saw some sparks erupting from his wand.

"That's weird," Harry thought before waving his wand. A sigh of relief erupted from his lips as he saw a bright light illuminating the dark corners underneath his desk. He waved his wand again and the light disappeared.

"Harry, do you know a way of curing a werewolf?" Sirius asked. Harry looked up to glare at Sirius, who just looked at him with a passive face.

"Besides the usual?" Harry replied, clearly unamused.

"That would be preferable," Sirius answered. Harry stayed silent for a moment as everyone patiently waited for an answer, afraid of rushing Harry in case they wish to incur his wrath including Charles Potter.

"How about destroying the moon?" Harry finally spoke in a sarcastic tone, almost making everyone face-palm. Sirius just looked at Harry for a moment before he burst into laughter. Everyone in the class including Harry looked at Sirius in shock as he continued to laugh at Harry's obvious sarcasm.

"Oh, that's gold. I got to tell Remus that one," Sirius stopped laughing before his teacher face returned. "As funny as that was, Harry, there is no magical spell to destroy the moon."

"Yet," Harry muttered, earning a look from Sirius.

"If there was, I'm sure it would become an Unforgivable spell," Sirius replied before he picked up a chalkboard marker. "Now then, would you kindly answer the question properly?"

"There is no way to cure lycanthropy. Once you're infected, there's no going back," Harry spoke honestly. Sirius smiled at Harry before picking up his chalkboard marker.

"Harry is right. There has been no discovered cure for lycanthropy. However, there are potions to stop the symptoms of the disease," Sirius went back to lecturing. As much as Harry admitted it, it kinda pleased him that Sirius asked him questions like he was a student. It annoyed him, but he had to admit that it was nice to feel like he was actual part of the class. However, he knew that it was his fault that most of the professors avoided him. Soon, the lecture ended and everyone started to pack up.

"Are you going home for the holidays, Neville?" Harry asked, standing up.

"Nope, I actually got a date for the Yuleball," Neville grinned at Harry.

"Oh yeah, there's that Yuleball thing. Nice going, man, I hope you have fun," Harry congratulated. "You can tell me all about it when I come back."

"What are you talking about?" Neville responded, genuinely confused.

"I'm leaving for the holidays. I think I might go to the Bahamas and work on my tan," Harry answered. Neville just looked at Harry in disbelief before shaking his head.

"Looks like I owe Hermione five galleons," Neville muttered as he stood up and left. Harry heard this, but didn't think much about it. He too followed Neville out of the classroom before walking back to his quarters to pack. On his way back, he saw Draco Malfoy and his goons in the distance. Instinctively, Harry straightened his back and flexed his fingers. The two made eye contact with each other as they passed one another. Harry inwardly smirk as he saw the fear in Draco's eyes, but then, he saw the smirk on Draco's face. It perplexed him as he walked away from Draco as he has seen the faces of some of his previous victims. They were always scared and begged for him to not hurt them, but Draco just smirked at him. That one simple action soured Harry's mood as his pace quickened to his quarters.

"'Arry, is t'at you?" Harry heard a voice behind him. He whipped around to see a literal clone of Fleur except she was shorter.

"Gabrielle?!" Harry responded before he felt arms around his chest.

"O', it is good to see you again. I did not believe you died w'en everyone believed so. I cannot believe you didn't come see us with my sister. No matter, I 'ave found you," Gabrielle stated, smiling brightly at Harry. Then, she stopped hugging him and grabbed his hand. "Now, come. Mama and Papa want to see you." Harry gulped as he let Gabrielle drag him through the corridors. It was quite a long journey, but soon, they reached a painting of a fairy.

"Winklesump," Gabrielle said the password excitedly. The fairy in the painting winked at her before the painting swung upon to reveal a truly luxurious private quarters. Harry's breath stalled for a moment as he could smell the expensive perfume emitted by almost every piece of furniture.

"Mama, Papa, I 'ave brought 'Arry," Gabrielle called out as she entered the room. Harry carefully follwed, almost afraid of touching something.

"'Arry Potter, is t'at you?" Harry heard a beautiful voice. His eyes widened as he saw Gabrielle's mother enter the room. She was tall with long, flowing blond hair. She had a very slender figure and the most beautiful sapphire eyes. Her skin was the perfect blend between pale and healthy, which accentuated her bright red lips. As soon as she entered the room, Harry could feel her half-Veela charm. Luckily, Fleur's kiss still shielded him from the Veela charm, but he could tell it was barely able to do so.

"It's good to see you again, Ms Delacour," Harry greeted, smiling genuinely.

"Even though it 'as been two years, you can still feel comfortable enoug' to call me Apolline. You shouldn't feel guilty for leaving us," Ms Delacour told Harry while Gabrielle just giggled. Harry just felt awkward as Apolline just continued to smile at him.

"So, where is Mr Delacour?" Harry asked, wanting to break the awkward silence.

"'E is with Fleur, s'opping for a dress. It seems that Fleur prefers her fat'er's opinion over mine when it comes to fas'ion," Apolline answered, clearly disgruntled. Harry just nodded his head as he saw what Apolline was wearing: a bright orange dress with a silvery gold scarf wrapped around her waist.

"I can't really blame her for that," Harry inwardly spoke to himself.

"W'ere is Tom? I wis' to know if 'e is 'ealthy," Apolline inquired.

"Oh, Tom is right here," harry replied, pulling his sleeve to reveal a napping Tom. "These past few days, he has been sleeping."

"O', 'e still looks as cute as ever," Apolline smiled while Gabrielle inspected Tom.

"Doesn't it 'urt with 'im wrapped around your arm?" Gabrielle asked Harry, who just shook his head.

"I just got used to it," Harry stated before he pulled his sleeve down. "So, what are you guys planning to do over the holidays?"

"My husband t'oug't it would be best to put more focus into Fleur's training. Gabrielle and I decided to explore 'ogwarts and try to discover some of its secrets," Apolline answered before grabbing Harry's shoulders. "You s'ould 'elp us."

"As much as I would love to, I'm actually planning to go to the Bahamas for the holidays," Harry answered. Apolline let go of Harry, looking at him in surprise.

"Are you not staying for the dance?" Apolline asked.

"No one asked me too," Harry joked, which made Apolline frown.

"That is preposterous. Gabrielle has been asked multiple times and I know you are prettier than her," Apolline stated.

"Mama!" Gabrielle exclaimed.

"I don't know whether to be happy or insulted," Harry replied while Apolline just nodded her head.

"From w'at Fleur has told me about you, you must 'ave warded off all the girls with t'at attitude of yours," Apolline continued before she turned Harry around. "Now t'en, be off. There is nothing I can do to fix that stubborn attitude of yours, but it was good to see you again. Have fun at the Bahamas." A stunned Harry walked out of the room. He turned around to see Gabrielle waving bye while Apolline made the painting close behind her. Then, she looked at Harry. The victim of her glare gulped as memories of the consequences of the glare flashed through his mind.

"It was good to see you alive and well, 'Arry," Apolline stated. "I s'all not question w'y you faked your deat' as t'at is somet'ing you need to tell us willingly."

"Thank yo~" Harry opened his mouth.

"'Owever, never do t'at again," Apolline leaned towards Harry with a hard look in her eyes. "You know 'ow insulting it was to find out you were alive after we believed you were dead for two years. I don't want my family to ever experience t'at again especially because of you. I want to get a monthly letter telling me about yourself or I will 'unt you down. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry responded, guilt blossoming within his mind.

"Good," Apolline replied, straightening up. She then ruffled Harry's hair. "'Ave fun on your trip." Then, she walked back to the painting. Harry felt his messed-up hair and smiled. He then walked away. It was finally time for his vacation.

"Looks like I have everything packed," Harry smirked as he checked the contents of his trunk. Harry was dressed in casual clothing and sunglasses.

"/ I can't believe you woke me up, but you didn't wake Tom just so you could change /" Helga grumbled as she jumped onto Harry's head.

"/ Get over it /" Harry smiled as he shrunk the trunk with his phoenix wand and pocketed the two items. He walked out of his room and soon reached the Hogwarts courtyard. As he walked through it, his eyes drifted off to the chess table.

"{You're still the same little boy, who wants his mommy's love.}" The same words rang throughout Harry's mind, making him clench his teeth in anger. Harry just kept on walking until he reached the Hogwarts gates.

"I believe I can't allow you to go any further, Mr Potter," Harry heard a voice behind him. His head shifted to the side to see Dumbledore standing behind him.

"Oh look, the might Dumbledore has graced me with his presence," Harry spoke sarcastically, turning around. "So, how long have you been waiting for me?"

"Ever since you left the Delacour's guest quarters," Dumbledore answered. "Although, I thought you would use your unique apparition to leave."

"Then, it would make you look all the more stupid," Harry smirked, crossing his arms. "What do you want to tell me?"

"Knowing you, I doubt you remember that all Champions must attend the Yuleball," Dumbledore stated. Harry raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore, but he lost his smirk.

"You're lying," Harry responded.

"You may think lowly of me, Mr Potter, but I can assure you that I am not lying to you," Dumbledore spoke calmly.

"If the Yuleball was necessary, why didn't anyone stop me from trying to leave?" Harry pointed out.

"The announcement was that all Champions are required to attend the Yuleball. However, it gave the impression that anyone with a rebellious personality don't have to attend. Since you have made quite a reputation, no one bothered to try and stop you since it would be pointless," Dumbledore explained.

"Except for the grand wizard, Dumbledore. Why do you think that you can stop me?" Harry replied, flexing his fingers.

"Unlike the others, I am not afraid of you, Mr Potter," Dumbledore responded, showing off his wand. Harry noticed this and tutted. He stopped flexing his fingers and straightened up. He walked back towards Hogwarts.

"You may not be afraid of me, but just know that I will go places that even you won't," Harry whispered into Dumbledore's ear before walking away. Dumbledore just watched Harry's departing figure seriously.

"Alastor, I told you to keep an eye on the boy," Dumbledore spoke a lot. Mad-Eye Moody emerged out of the shadows with a frown on his face.

"The boy doesn't need a babysitter, you old fool. You only want me to keep an eye on him because he's a wild card in your game, Albus," Mad-Eye Moody scowled.

"He is powerful, Alastor. If he goes to dark side, I fear that we may not survive," Dumbledore stated.

"That is the only reason why I'm here, Albus," Mad-Eye Moody responded before he limped away. As Alastor left, Dumbledore just rubbed his forehead.

"As much as Harry wishes to deny it, he is James' child through and through when it comes to giving me a headache," Dumbledore muttered to himself before he too walked back into Hogwarts.