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After having entered the carriage, neither of them being particularly surprised by the fact that it was internally enlarged, Fleur had led Harry and Iris to her towards her personal room before Harry had stopped her in her tracks. At first Fleur had been somewhat surprised until Harry had declared that he had no wish to enter her private chambers, emphasizing the fact that they were indeed her living quarters.

The three of them had stood there for several seconds before, in a moment which caught Iris completely off guard, Fleur began to blush before ushering them towards a communal area where they could talk uninterrupted. After doing her best to compose herself, Fleur had bid them adieu before exiting with the promise that she would not let anybody disturb them.

That had been ten minutes ago and there had yet to be a single word spoken between the last two remaining members of the Potter family.

At least the chairs they were sitting in were comfortable.

Eventually though, the silence did have to break.

"Fleur seems nice," said Iris.

"Yeah, she is," came Harry's reply.

Silence once more threatened to take hold but Iris managed to form a follow on question. "When did you meet her?"

Harry leat back in his chair, lifting his head to look at the ceiling as he reminisced about when he had originally encountered the French woman. "It would have been four, maybe five years ago," he said with a hint of uncertainty. "I'm not quite sure, you tend to lose track of time after a while."

"So when she met you, why wasn't the world informed then that you were alive?" asked Iris. In her head it made sense that anybody whom encountered her brother would have thrived on being on the fame that such information would bring.

"Well I wasn't particularly going around announcing who I was most of the time," admitted Harry as he lowered his gaze. "When there's a madman with a wand and a shit tonne of goons under his beck and call after you, the last thing you should be doing is announcing who you are to the world. You didn't think about going undercover?"

Iris bit at the inside of her lip as she considered his words. She couldn't help but admit that it made sense. His question however, could only be answered in one particular way and she didn't know how he would react to it. "I didn't learn about the wizarding world until my eleventh birthday," she said slowly. "Before then I was living with my, well, I guess our, aunt and uncle."

Harry's eyes locked onto Iris and the Hogwarts student couldn't help but feel a touch intimidated. There was a calculating coldness to them which entranced her in a way that sent shivers down her spine. "Our aunt and uncle, they're not magical are they."

It wasn't a question. Iris simply shook her head from side to side.

"Well...shit," cursed Harry, rubbing at his eyes. "Are they...good people?"

While his previous sentence had been a statement more than a question, what he had just asked sounded as if he already knew what the answer would be but was afraid to hear it. While Harry didn't hear the answer persay, the shake of the head from Iris once again was more than enough. "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you to," assured Harry. "If you do ever want to talk to someone I'll listen, I'm your brother after all and that is something that is going to take some time getting my head around."

Iris couldn't help but giggle slightly at his declaration. "As someone who has recently become a sister to said brother, I think I understand the sentiment." While Harry didn't laugh in the same manner that Iris had moments earlier, he did smile in her direction which was a pleasant change. His smile radiated a warmth that made her feel as if everything was going to be alright.

"So, you wanted to know about my time in France?" asked Harry, reverting the conversation back to their earlier topic. At Iris' small nod, he continued. "Alright so I met Fleur and her family at a market in Paris. Fleur's younger sister, Gabrielle, had gotten some ice cream and was focused on her frozen delight that she wasn't looking where she was going."

"She walked straight into you?" supplied Iris to which Harry nodded. "That sounds something out of a sappy romance book."

"Well, it truly did happen," assured Harry. "Their mother apologized profusely for the accident before magicing the mess away, to which I replied that it was my fault for standing where I had been and I offered to buy her a replacement. At the time my French was, poorly lacking but I believe that while I was getting Gabrielle a replacement ice cream she asked her mother if she could keep me? I never actually found out whether what I heard was right or not but her mother certainly got a good laugh out of it."

"I imagine she would have."

"When I returned with the ice cream for Gabrielle, Fleur and her father had joined the rest of the family. When they asked me who I was I said that I was Daniel Huebert, the name I was going under at that time. They asked me where my family was and, well, I didn't particularly keep my emotions in check at that comment."

"You lashed out at them?" asked Iris in shock.

"No, no, of course not," reassured Harry. "My face dropped in to one of sadness and it was only for a second or so but it was enough for Fleur and Gabrielle's parents to understand that I was there by myself and not by choice. Things quickly ascended and next thing I know, despite me arguing that there really was no need, I was a guest at their home in what they called a repayment for the way I had handled the ice cream situation."

"So they invited you to stay the night?" asked Iris.

"On the surface, yes. I ended up staying with them for four months again, not by choice," said Harry doing his best to express the fact he was basically there against his best wishes. "As many times as I said that I'd be fine going on my own, Fleur's mother would have none of it. I even tried to sneak away a couple times and was caught immediately."

Iris couldn't help the laughter that had been building, much to Harry's chagrin. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

"I'm sorry, it's just from what I've seen of you I find it funny to picture you being told to stay and doing as you're told," said Iris as she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Well I don't know whether she was doing it for the fact I was by myself or she really was doing as Gabrielle had wished and was simply keeping me," said Harry, causing Iris to laugh once more. Once she had subsided, he continued. "Two days before Fleur was to go back to Beauxbatons, I got all the family together and decided to tell them who I was. It didn't feel fair to let Fleur go back to school only for me to vanish and her to not actually know who I really was. There was definitely a lot of disbelief until I was able to prove it and then there was the better part of a full day filled with questions, most of which I didn't know the answer to. They all promised to keep my secret safe and after Fleur had gone to school, I had intended to take my leave."

"The funny thing which I hadn't known all that time was the Fleur's father was part of France's Ministry of Magic." Harry paused momentarily as Iris' eyes widened. "Pretty high up there as well but instead of reporting me and then revealing me to the world, he introduced me to the Auror corps there and explained the fact that I believed Voldemort was still out there. Long story short, the head of the Aurors there told me that if I was to defeat Voldemort, then I was going to be trained. So when Fleur's father went to work he would take me and I would get a crash course on magic from the Aurors."

"Wow, you must be so strong," stated Iris as she could only imagine what Harry had gone through.

"Not really," said Harry with a shrug of his shoulders. "I wasn't even old enough to enter Beauxbatons at that stage so I got taught an absolute tonne of theory. Eventually though I knew that I had to keep moving. It wasn't that I disliked spending time with the Delacour's or anything like that and I was learning so much but, I don't know, before I met them I had always just been traveling and doing my own thing. Being cooped in one spot for so long just felt awkward and I was finally able to get their mother to let me go. Instead of just letting me roam free however, they directed me towards Monaco where a friend of there's would put me up and teach me a few things."

"So you're telling me that, after leaving Paris you moved from town to town and getting taught different things all across Europe," summarized Iris.

"When you put it that way, pretty much yeah," said Harry sheepishly as he rubbed at the back of his head. "I did go back to Paris a couple years back to catch up with the Delacour's. It seemed only fair given the fact that they were the ones who had put me on that journey in the first place."

"I see," said Iris in a soft voice as she processed something else entirely. While Harry had gone about and traveled amongst all these towns and met all these different people, it didn't particularly mean that he had made any grand connections. She thought of her friendship with Hermione, Lavender and Parvati, the three girls whom she had shared a room ever since she had started Hogwarts. The nights where they had gossiped and casually talked amongst themselves, getting to know one another better, had developed into truly strong friendships.

Harry had not had the time with these people to form long standing relationships. Heck, if he had been going from person to person who could teach him something new, there was no guarantee that he had even interacted with people his own age outside of Fleur and her sister. It was kind of sad.

"So Hogwarts, how's school life?"

"As in, you've never been to school before?" asked Iris in response.

"Magical school, I went to a couple mundane schools so I could at least learn to write and such," explained Harry.

Iris' eyes lit up as she saw the opportunity presented before her. She couldn't wait to see Harry's expression when she told him about the troll she had dealt with in her first year or even the basilisk in her second year. This was going to be entertaining.

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Fleur had been happily conversing with her classmates, many of them interested to know how it was that she knew Harry Potter. Given the fact that she had hidden it for so long, it made sense for them all to be curious and she was more than willing to tell now that the secret was out for the world to see.

Now though, she had a new objective at hand. She quickly told one of her classmates to go and find Madame Maxine and tell her that her presence would be required immediately. After all, if Albus Dumbledore was walking towards the Beauxbatons carriage it could only mean trouble. Undoubtedly she knew that Albus knew that Iris and Harry were currently present inside and if he didn't know than Harry's bike was a huge giveaway.

One day she would have to ask him how he got the motorcycle in the first place.

Today was not that day.

Today was the day that she allowed two long lost siblings to have the privacy they so desperately needed.

"Headmaster Dumbledore," she said as several other students of Beauxbatons stood behind her in a protective wall of their living quarters. "To what do we owe ze pleasure?"

Albus stopped in front of the foreign students in front of him with a kind smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. "I couldn't help but notice that young Mister Potter has returned to Hogwarts and I wished to let him know that he is welcome to stay on the grounds," he said sincerely.

"We will be sure to pass ze message on for you Headmaster," said Fleur as she crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.

"I'm afraid Miss Delacour that I must personally pass on this information," said Dumbledore.

"Why? It iz a simple message and one that we can easily pass on iz it not? Or are you insulting our intelligence and insinuating we cannot pass on a simple message?" asked Fleur.

"I wouldn't dream of insulting the intelligence of such upstanding students," praised Dumbledore as he internally hated the situation before him. Why did these students have to make it so difficult for him? "I also wished to..."

"Zere is more?" queried Fleur as she cut Dumbledore off. "So zen you have not simply come down to pass on a message?"

"That is merely one of the things which I wish to off Mister Potter," assured Dumbledore. "However after last night he must become aware of other things in the tournament that he would not have been told since he missed the opening few weeks since the announcement of the champions."

"If zat is ze case then, as Beauxbatons champion, I should be more than qualified to fill Harry in with every bit of information that I have been told. Unless, once again you believe zat I am incapable of doing such a simple task?"

Dumbledore fought off the scowl that threatened to cross his face. Why were these students making it so difficult for him? Before he could say anything once more, Fleur cut in. "I believe you should know Headmaster, that 'Arry and Iris are currently conversing within the sanctuary of my bedroom. An acclaimed wizard such as yourself would not dare enter ze chambers of a young maiden without permission now, would you?"

Dumbledore knew that he could push but the scandals, as minor as they would be, were not worth the hassle. After all, Harry was a participant in the tournament and as such had to be on premise for certain events. There would always be another time. "Very well Miss Delacour, I trust you to offer my hospitality to young Mister Potter and to inform him of what you know," he said before giving a light bow of the head and retreating to the castle.

There was also somebody else that he could talk to.

Fleur meanwhile released a breath that she hadn't been aware that she had been holding. Her bluff at the end, knowing full well that Harry and Iris weren't in her bedroom, had been a gamble and one that if she showed any sign of weakness would have been seen through. Thankfully, it seemed as if having sent one of her fellow students off to find Madam Maxine had been for nought, although it would do well to tell her what had transpired. She was their Headmistress and deserved to know when one of her peers was trying to enter their carriage without permission.

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Iris didn't want to leave the company she had found herself in but the rumbling of her stomach informed her that it was well after the time when she would usually have consumed dinner. "Yeah, it is getting late isn't it," said Harry, stepping up from his seat and peering through the window to look at the darkness that had encompassed the grounds. "I'm more surprised that we haven't been set upon by the Beauxbatons students yet."

"Zat's because we are giving you ze privacy you deserve!"

"And apparently the walls are paper thin," chuckled Harry as he opened the door to the carriage. "I hope you haven't been standing out here all this time Fleur."

"Non, I just so happened to be coming to see whether ze two of you would be willing to join us for dinner this evening," stated Fleur.

Stepping out of the carriage, both Harry and Iris saw that the picnic that they had come across many hours earlier was still ongoing although now it seemed as if Madam Maxine had chosen to join her students. "Are you sure this isn't just a long, long lunch?" enquired Harry.

"I will have you know 'Arry that we have changed our dining for ze time," assured Fleur.

"Sorry, but I'm going to have to pass," said Harry, causing both Fleur and Iris to look at him in shock. Raising his hands up, Harry prepared to defend himself. "Don't look at me like that but I only booked the one night last night at the Three Broomsticks and if I don't get back there soon I doubt Madam Rosmerta will allow me to rent the same room without royally irritating her. If I've got to stick around for this stupid tournament then I rather not annoy the place where I'll be staying."

"You are zen welcome to stay in our carriage 'Arry," offered Fleur.

"This is no offense to you or any of you other lovely ladies," said Harry, loud enough for all the French students to hear him and react accordingly, "However I will have to pass. I'm sure you wouldn't want me stinking up your quarters now would you."

"I wouldn't mind," said one of the French students in the background.

"And that, if nothing else, is my que to leave," said Harry before turning to Iris. "If you want to catch up again, send that owl of yours. They seem pretty onto things."

"I'll be sure to send Hedwig when I can," said Iris. "There's a Hogsmeade weekend not too far away so if you're planning on staying at the Three Broomsticks for a while I'll catch up with you there."

"You have specific dates to visit the village over? Well, whatever," said Harry as he approached Iris awkwardly. For a split second it seemed as if Harry was going to hug his sister before he stepped back, doing his best to act as if he hadn't tried to get closer to Iris in the first place. "So yeah, see you all soon then."

"Farewell 'Arry," said Fleur with a broad smile across her face.

"See you later...brother," said Iris softly, still finding the word on her tongue so foreign. Everybody could only watch as Harry got onto his motorcycle, placed his helmet on his head before letting the engine roar and drive off into the darkness, his headlight illuminating his path.

"Well, the offer still stands for you if you so wish," said Fleur, turning her attention to Iris.

"The offer?" repeated Iris.

"Oui, Iris Potter you are more zen welcome to join us for dinner," offered Fleur with a genuine smile. "You may not have ze same stories as 'Arry but I'm sure there iz something you could tell us about your school that no others could."

For a moment, Iris contemplated returning to the Great Hall for dinner. Many of her peers were probably wondering where she was and it would be rude not to inform them of the day she had had. However, it would also be rude of her to refuse the invite that had been offered to her and it would be a missed opportunity if she chose not to interact with the students of another school. "Okay," said Iris meekly before Fleur led her to the picnic rug where she took her seat amongst the older students.

"Can we offer you champagne?" asked the student to her left. "It is non-alcoholic so you have nothing to worry about."

Iris could only make the assumption that it was better than the pumpkin juice she drank regularly. "Thank you," she said as a glass was poured for her. As it was handed to her, Fleur raised her own glass.

"May I propose a toast, to ze return of Iris' brother to ze wizarding world. To 'Arry!" proclaimed Fleur.

She was met by a chorus of responses before they all partook in the glass in their hands.

Iris had to admit that it was far better than pumpkin juice.

"So tell me Iris," said Madam Maxine, the larger woman looking down at Iris from her position. While Iris couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated she knew that the Headmistress of Beauxbatons didn't any ill will. "You have been at Hogwarts for many years now, has there been much gossip zat will entertain ze women in front of you?"

Iris couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips. "What if I was to tell you that in my first year, not only did a troll get onto campus but I was able to knock it out?"

That most definitely got the reaction she was after.

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Harry lay in the bed that he had rented, his hands beneath his head as he stared at the ceiling. What Iris had told him today had been a lot to take in, and he meant a lot.

When she had said that she had encountered Voldemort in one form or another in both her first and second years he did not doubt her for a second. She wasn't telling him these stories to boast about her accomplishments. Iris had been telling him these stories because they had happened to her and that there was still danger out there.

It would take several hours before Harry could finally fall to sleep.

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