Chapter 28 – Fun in the sun
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Every time I turned around there was the government to wade through. In my original life I never got my GCSE or Highers'. Wading through the government red tap to test out was a lesson in itself. I was now in my first year of Business and Management course at UNI.
"Dan I was wondering what we have planned for the summer break."
"Emma and I thought that a trip to France and some sight seeing."
"I was wondering if it's possible to schedule some plastic surgery for me during that vacation time."
"Want that stupid scar of yours removed?"
"Yes it shouldn't take any real time out of our vacation. If I do it here the bad guys may find out and be beating on our front door."
"I'll contact some professional contacts I have over there and do what I can. Oh, speaking of heads. Hermione just sent a letter and your information about 'Legilimens and Occlumency' has helped. Hermione and I are just a little upset that Professors there are trying to read minds. Some jerk named Snaps tried it in one of her classes."
"Dan just let her know that she has to keep practicing because that was probably just a passing probe by Snape."
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Vacation time arrived and my happy life was leaped upon by Hermione. While we got along fantastically as siblings that time was restricted by Hermione's and my schedules in schooling. Hermione spent most of her time at Hogwarts but while she was home I was either in Uni, Karata or fencing training. Then there was her tendency to stick her nose in a book most of the night.
Emma had won the battle of the hair; my hair was now permanently blond, long and tied in a ponytail. She just adored the dragon earring on my left ear.
"Harry have you a couple of minutes?" Hermione had the look of her not having information that she deserved.
"Sure Hermione, what can I do for you?"
"No one really knows anything but they are still looking for you. What is bothering me is why you are so important nobody will tell me anything."
"Years before I was born Sybill Trelawney made a prophesy…"
"That fraud?"
"Yes Hermione that fraud. Now the prophesy could have been me or Neville but Voldemort…it's only a name Hermione…chose me because Snape told him part of the prophesy that Snape had heard. Dumbledore heard the whole thing. Snape was being a faithful Deatheater…"
"What!"
"Yes Snape the Deatheater told Voldemort what he heard. Both Voldemort and Dumbledore believe the prophesy so they in their own way want to kill me…"
"You can't be serious, Dumbledore wants to kill you?"
"Dumbledore wants me under his thumb and looking up to him as a God so I will walk willingly to my death. That much I have figured out all the special events each year could be a way of getting me kill before Voldemort has his turn."
"This is crazy, what does this prophesy say?"
"Sorry Hermione if you knew it there are a few people who would kill you for that information. Oh, one other thing Hermione. If this gets out I promise you that I will do a swan dive off the Astronomy tower. I will not live that life they want me too. "
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We flew into France rented a car and zigzagged around. Paris was a must then to Lyon (Rhone) where the scar took permanent vacation from my forehead. Bordeaux started some of the notorious Harry Potter troubles.
Old towns are quaint nice to view and get old quick. We did the museums and sights that you just have to see but in the end we headed towards the farm land and a more rustic day. What part of what town it belonged to I don't know but the place had shops and bars and those quaint tables out front where you could sip you coffee or beir.
Hermione of course wanted to find a book store or library while her parents were knickknack shopping. Stupidly I decided a walk around town would get the kinks out from ridding in a car. It was a nice walk but even though I will be sixteen shortly a candy shop looked enticing.
The shop was not like Honeydukes and crowded. There was a sales lady and two female customers. The shop looked to be pushing a hundred years old in that comfortable feeling that had not yet been lost to modern customs. I was in trouble the moment I walked trough the door. I had the feeling that I should impress the young ladies with…dam their Veela and I recognized them, Fleur and Gabriella Delacour. Fleur had turned to look who entered but just turned away with her nose in the air. As I shook off the allure Gabriella did something strange.
Note: I am not going to try to write a French dialect English. Just pretend the English is spoken in broken English.
Hi I'm Gabi and who might you be?" Gabi looked to be about twelve years old but I knew about how Veela aged.
"Gabi!" shouted Fleur "That's not proper."
"Gabi, I am Jerry James Jones and I like to be called James.
"Well James how would you like to buy me and my sister some Café Noisette (coffee with whipped cream) so you and I can get to know each other." Fleur let loose with a barrage of French about that time.
"No! James may be the one!" Gabi said and Fleur almost lost her footing and had to hold onto the counter.
"Gabi why don't you help me select some nice chocolates for my family and of course whatever you two lovely ladies would enjoy." I may have been a klutz when I was young but I did get to live to eighty-five with a female not to learn a few things.
I was lead to a café with little tables outside. Gabi was having a ball and ordered for us all while Fleur looked like someone had just told her that her familiar had died.
"James there you are." Hermione had arrived. "I can't leave you alone for a minute, and who are these girls my dear brother."
"Gabi's face was falling until Hermione had said the word brother but now she was bubbly again."
We no sooner ordered something for Hermione when Dan and Emma arrived. Another order was given and when everyone had their drinks, that's when Fleur opened her mouth and everyone except Gabi was having trouble keeping their falling jaws off their chests.
"You English are always make the troubles. If Gabi is right you James are going to make everyone's life upset. You must come to the chateau and mama and papa will have to sort this out. Mon dieu what a mess and just before the tournament."
That word tournament set bell ringing in my head but we were interrupted before I could ask anything.
"You two Veela sluts come with me." I'll be dam but Christmas had come early this year. The jerk was in Deatheater robes and a white mask but this was like a comical stage play like Draco Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. However this jerk was Lucius Malfoy by the sound of his voice and the two thugs on either side of him had to be Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr. Again wandless magic was a rare occurrence in the magical world and not exspected but I grinned to myself as you pick up a few things living to eighty-five.
They were not expecting trouble from kids and Lucius had his wand on the older Veela. I just raised my hands as if saying I surrender and shot two blasting curses at the jerks, one from each hand. I 'apperated' off to the right so as to draw the curses away from my family and really started to unload stunners at the three who were picking themselves up off the ground twenty feet away. The stunners connected and they fell in a unsightly heap. I still had not gotten a wand as I was afraid Olivander would recognize me and that meant Dumbledore.
I summoned their wands and grabbed a free chair and sat next to Gabi. I then summoned another chair and propped my feet on it as the next things should be enjoyable. I didn't think the French would be much different than the English Ministry and I was right. Six Magical police arrived with wands drawn and a few minutes later another man arrived.
"Pappa!" Yelled Gabi as she jumped up and raced into a hug with the last man that had arrived. It is always my luck; he turned out to be the head of the French DMLE.
Statements were taken and the three Deatheaters were taken away. I saw Fleur having a serious discussion her father and his subsequent look at me. I had nothing to do so my mind started to wander.
I have one bright spot and one sorrow during with my time here in this dimension.
The bright spot was saving Ginny Weasley from the diary.
FlashBack:
I was so tempted to end both Malfoy's lives at the beginning of Hermione's second year and after today I am sorry that I didn't. Lucius slipped Tom Riddles diary into Ginny Weasley's cauldron. I was there and wanted to end their pathetic lives but...I had messed with the time line and there was just a chance, small as it was, that one or both was not bad or had something good to contribute in the future. Someone was playing with my life but I would not play god with someone else's.
It was simple when Mr. Weasley and Lucius got into it and Hagrid dragged them out of the book store. A simple 'accio' and the diary started its trip to Irlam. All the fabulous knowledge said that the only way to kill a Horcux was Basilisk venom or Fiendfyre, yea right. I hope Tom Riddles diary and his Horcrux are not affected by the Lancashire Steel coke ovens as he will then get to roast in the 1000° to 2,000°C hell for a very long time.
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My sorrow was even more heart breaking as I got no time with my Godfather. As best as the tale goes Sirius Black broke out of Azkaban and got caught by Dumbledore at Hogwarts while trying to kill Ron Weasley. I tried to locate Sirius as soon as I saw his police lookout on TV but we never crossed paths.
Hermione was relating how Draco was an ass as I had remembered him so when the Gringott's owl arrived I was in no mood to be forgiving with Dumbledore or the Malfoys. Sirius Black's will reading was the next Friday and I was invited.
FlashBack:
"Lockjaw how's the gold flowing?" I had arrived the day before the will reading and needed some pranking to be done Goblin style.
"It flows well, what brings you here with that grin on your face? If I didn't know better I would suspect a victim is about to be trust up and put on the spit."
"I was hoping that I could arrive early to the will reading and leave via your secure 'floe'. I have no wish to be kidnapped coming in or out of Gringotts."
"That can be arranged or a portkey provided. Your arrival time we sent you was to give us an hour to discuss some oddities in Lord Black's will but since you are here we can discuss them now if you have the time."
"Oh I have the time and there are a couple of things that I would like you to arrange. Your normal fee is acceptable."
I was so happy when I left Gringotts that day I was doing a Lovegood skip. All I had to do was sign some papers as the new Lord Black. Sirius had done the restoring of the Tonk's to the Black fold and dissolved the Marriage of Narcissus and the recalling of the dowry. That is how I got Dobby as my house elf he was the property of the Malfoy's.
Friday came and Emma did some muggle makeup and I did a little hair coloring charm, glamored my nose and ears and I was off. I had black hair and Emma made my long gone scar quite vibrant with make-up. Lockjaw was a jewel as he had guards around the room to do head knocking and restraint. His warriors got a work out that day from Draco exploding over not being named Lord Black to Dumbledore manipulations in an attempt of gaining control of Harry Potter. In the end Minister Fudge lay out cold on the floor and Dumbledore was against the wall with the swords at his neck. Draco had been dragged out earlier.
Rita Skeeter's interview with me again caused trouble but nothing compared to Hermione's return over Christmas to find I owned a house elf and that there were hundreds of elves at Hogwarts.
The Dailey Profit's interview with the Harry Potter reported Potter asking why Sirius Black his godfather was sitting in Azkaban for twelve years awaiting a trial. How if Black had violated his godfather oath that he still lived. Also Potter asked how Black died in the custody of Albus Dumbledore. The best was the quote from Lord Potter Black… "How could Fudge not realize that Voldemort was back? Any moron could figure that out"
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