Small Changes

Chapter-7

As you can see I changed the A/N a little bit. Just removed the bold part, and as I am writing this on MS Word, it looks freaking awesome. Check the end A/N to see the voting for the final Harry pairings.

In this chapter, I will take the liberty to write all the French in italics for better understanding for you and it will make it easier for me to write.

I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters other than Alexander Selwyn.

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Harry Potter groaned as he woke up with a pounding headache and soreness in all of his body. Seriously, he felt like his body had been used as target practice for all of his Quidditch team. Harry opened his eyes, only to close them again with a wince as a bright light was right about him.

There was a gasp right next to where he was, and his first instinct was to reach out for his wand. He was not very amused to find it not in his holster anymore, clearly whoever kept him here, where ever 'here' was, had taken his wand, if he hadn't lost it in the scuffle earlier already.

'Calm down, young man.' A voice said firmly. It sounded feminine to him, and Harry turned to face the source, finding it instantly in the form of the tallest woman he has ever seen. Harry narrowed his killing curse emerald eyes at her and smirked inwardly at the subtle tensing of her large form.

Harry trailed his eyes around him, noticing instantly that it was some sort of medical wing. It was different from Hogwarts' own, so he wasn't in Hogwarts if the large woman wasn't indication enough.

He decided to voice his question, looking at the woman with suspicion in his eyes, 'Who are you? Where am I?' He asked in quick succession. The woman kept her face carefully blank as she peered down at him from her tall visage.

'I am Olympe Maxime, 'eadmistress of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in France. Zat iz where you are.' She answered professionally in heavily accented English. Harry outwardly showed no reaction to her answer, but inside he was panicking. He was in France. What in the actual fuck was he doing in France?

'You are allowed to freak out.' A male voice said amusedly in a different accent from the man, clearly sounding Italian to him. Harry turned his head to see a middle-aged man with slightly greying hair at the roots and was about the same height as Sirius. The man looked to be around the same age as Sirius as well.

'Right, I'll do that. But before that, and pardon my German... but what in the actual fuck am I doing here?' Harry demanded. The man chuckled.

'You're pardoned, lad.' He said cheekily. Harry's eye twitched.

'Thanks, but can you answer my question?'

'I can.'

'Then do it.' Harry said without missing a beat.

'What is going on here?!' A female voice in French demanded. Harry flinched at the tone, finding it far similar to Madam Pomfrey's when she was really annoyed with him... which was basically every time he had to visit her during the 'Harry fights to stay alive' day, as Fred and George put it. The thing was, he didn't even know French. He only knew basic greetings and common words.

Such is the power of a doctor... mediwitch.

The other two stiffened, 'Ah... Fiona, dear, we were just making sure that the boy was not a threat.' The man said, chuckling sheepishly. Harry cringed when the mustbe!mediwitch glared at the man, who cringed himself. Harry was mentally praying whatever deity was above that the glare was not directed at him.

Then the mustbe!mediwitch glared at him.

I want my thanks back! You are an asshole deity! He screamed to the heavens mentally, as god grinned apologetically at him. Not even god can stand up to a mediwitch… actually, any annoyed woman, really.

'And what were you thinking, you little brat! Get back into ze bed!' She yelled at him. Harry gulped but muttered.

'That's what she said…' The man apparently heard it, as evidenced by his shaking shoulders.

Maxime sighed, 'Fiona, dear. Why don't you-'

'No! You are not the hassle my patient, Olympe, and you!' Harry flinched when she glared at him.

'Ah! I'm sorry, I was in an unknown place, with unknown people around me! I freaked out!' He pleaded desperately, before adding, 'Please don't make me drink the vile potions!'

When he finished, the man and the Headmistress stared at him blankly, while the probably!mediwitch glared at him for very long moments, before motioning him to lie down on the bed.

'What was that last part?' The man asked. Harry looked at him and blinked.

'Huh?' He asked intelligently.

'Vile potions.' The man clarified.

'Can you tell me a sweet tasting potion that cures pain?' He asked wryly.

'…'

'Exactly my point.'

Olympe stared at the boy, clearly amused, but also highly intrigued. When Sebastian had told her that he had found the boy when he and his daughter Fleur were escaping to their portkey and that the boy was under the Cruciatus Curse by one of the Death Eaters. Sure, the boy clearly was not a bad one, as evidenced by the fact that the Death Eater attacked him, instead of cackling with him, but it was always good to be prepared.

Sebastian and Fleur had brought the boy to Beauxbatons since they had missed the portkey directly to their homes, as it was destroyed by one of the Death Eaters, so they had to use the one nearby from one of their friends.

Olympe clearly knew that the teen was Harry Potter. The scar had made it obvious, but Fleur didn't seem to recognize him. Sebastian had confirmed what she already figured out about the teen's identity.

That did not mean that she wouldn't be careful around him. Harry Potter's legend, fame, and power were well known throughout the world, not only in England.

Fiona muttered some curses in French before going towards Harry and poked and prodded him, all the while Harry was looking around curiously. Hogwarts was, obviously, the only magical school he had been to. Oh, he knew that there were other schools that teach magic, and he had found that out this summer, embarrassingly enough, but he had never thought about visiting another. He didn't really see much point.

The Medical Wing, which he obviously was in, was quite similar to Hogwarts' own. The walls were covered in blue, which was also the color of the mediwitch's robes, and the covers of the bed he was laying on, as a matter of fact. He found it a much-relieved change from Hogwart's plain white ones. There was a huge sign at the door, which he could clearly see, and actually hear a few whispers from, that said 'Hôpital', obviously the French word for Hospital.

'Hmm… strange.' Fiona muttered to herself, but Harry heard her.

'Strange?' He said with a mild frown on his handsome face. Fiona blinked.

'Oui. Clearly, you have been exposed to ze Cruciatus curse.' She started. The rest of the adults' eyes softened at the thought of someone so young being under such a horrible curse. Harry flinched at the reminder.

'Uh… yeah.' He said, repressing a shudder at the thought of being under that curse. That was something he never ever wanted to be under, ever again, if he could help it.

Wait. Crucio. World Cup. Death Eaters. Weasleys! Harry panicked as the worst thought hit him. He turned to Maxime, who looked surprised at the panic in his eyes.

'The World Cup; is everyone alright?!' He demanded. He said 'everyone' because he didn't think that they would go through the list of every casualty in the attack. Saying 'Weasleys' might also confuse them.

Olympe looked at the boy critically, before she answered him, 'Oui. Zere were very few casualties, most of ze Death Eaters zat were caught were-'

'Fleur, come out mon chérie. You cannot hide from me.' The man called out sternly, his French-sounding strange to Harry due to his Italian accent. Harry thought he heard a yelp from outside the door, and turned, but not before letting out a sigh of relief. Bill, Arthur, Charlie, Alex, Tonks, the list goes on and on. They were very powerful and were probably fine and if they were fine, they would keep the rest of them safe as well.

Turning his concentration back on the doorway, he was shocked to find nearly twenty to thirty girls enter the Wing with sheepish looks on their face, and noted that some of them threw dirty looks to the silver-blonde haired girl at the front. Harry was able to take one look at the witch at the front, but what he saw took his breath away.

Long silver-blonde hair, elegantly cascading down her back, unblemished smooth white skin, combined with a beautiful face and a body that could make anyone drool. Harry was positive that if he had never seen Lily's face, he would say that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He could feel some sort of pull towards her.

Heh, Sirius would have a field trip... of course, then again he would become Late Sirius Black since Amy would kill him... But still... damn...

Realizing that he was about to be caught staring, turned his attention to the rest. Unbeknownst to him, Sebastian and Fleur had noticed him and were amazed that he turned away.

Harry turned to Olympe, 'What's going on?'

Olympe stared at all of them disapprovingly, 'Well, you are a guest. It iz not everyday zat you find someone who as the young ones would call it 'strikingly handsome' and bring zem to our halls.' Harry blinked.

'O...kay?'

'Who is he Madame Maxime?' One girl asked, pointing a finger at him. Maxime smirked and turned to Harry, who mentally groaned. He hoped that he would be able to get out of here without having to tell many people who he was.

'I hope zat you will tell us, young man.' She prompted sternly. Harry sighed, realizing that there was no way out of this.

'Potter. Harry Potter.' He mentally facepalmed at the James Bond-style introduction. What the hell was wrong with him?

As he expected, all of the girls gasped and looked at him in awe. He could only hope that they would not come to him and ask him stupid questions like 'Did it hurt when you defeated you-know-who?'. He ignored the fact that Ron had asked him the same thing.

''ow are you feeling, 'arry Potter?' Harry found the way she butchered his name with her accent really cute. He also noticed some scowls and sneers on the pretty faces of the other witches around her. The witch ignored all of them, looking directly at Harry with her alluring blue eyes.

'Good?' He replied, uncertainly.

'Zat iz for me to determine, Monsieur Potter.' Fiona cut in and narrowed her doe brown eyes at him. Harry fought back a shudder.

'Right. Of course.' He nodded quickly before he flinched as a spasm of pain followed right from his elbow to the rest of his body, making him give out a sharp cry of pain.

'Fiona?' Sebastian asked her, concernedly. Olympe too, stared at him with slight concern in her stern eyes that was quickly suppressed.

'Ze aftereffects of ze Cruciatus.' She answered him, using her wand and summoning a quick potion. Harry stared at it with distaste.

'Green one, really?'

'I do not 'ave a pink one. Unless, of course, you want Amortentia.' Fiona answered, flippantly. Harry gave her a pleading look, making her scoff.

'Monsieur Potter, Gabrielle over there,' She pointed to a small girl that shared a striking resemblance to the woman at the front, ''as big bleu eyes and they do not work on moi, so do not expect yours to work.' Gabrielle blushed bright red when Harry glanced at her, amusing her father and sister to no end when she hid behind the latter.

'Is there a chance I can persuade you?' Harry asked him, knowing he was going to be subjected to the horrible potion anyway.

'Non. Now stop wasting my time and drink zis.' She thrust it at him, and he sighed dejectedly. He took the potion, pinched his nose, and gulped all of it. Before immediately feeling like throwing up.

'You will not throw up.' Harry forcefully swallowed all of the vile potions. Deciding not to risk the woman's wrath.

'What the freaking hell was that?' He demanded. Fiona only raised an elegant eyebrow.

'Zat, Monsieur Potter, would be a pain reliever for ze Cruciatus Curse.' She replied quickly. Harry sighed again and nodded.

Meanwhile, Olympe Maxime was trying her damn best to send the kids back to their dorms.

'Other than Fleur, everyone head back to their dorms now.' She said sternly. Several students cringed at the look, before deciding to do as she said. It was not a good idea to annoy the Headmistress any time of the day, month, or year.

'But why only Fleur?!' A redhead girl in the same year as Fleur demanded, sneering at Fleur. Fleur only stared back coldly at her, making her flinch.

Maxime turned her sharp eyes to the redhead, 'Because it was Fleur and her Father who had rescued Harry Potter and they will be the one to talk to him. Unless Mister Potter himself decides to talk to you, you will not approach him. Unless, of course, you want to risk Fiona's wrath.' She said calmly while smirking inside. Fiona had only been the Beauxbatons for seven months but had already instilled the fear of God into everyone who decides to be stupid enough to injure themselves for stupid reasons.

Fleur nodded, 'Of course, Madam Maxime.' She said several glares began to bore into the back of her head. She ignored them completely, having already gotten used to them long ago.

'Don't steal him.' The redhead hissed at him. Fleur scoffed at her, before replying in an arctic tone.

'Piss off. I am not a whore like you.' The woman only stared back at Fleur dumbfounded. There were several snickers behind her back when Fleur elegantly walked towards her father who was talking to Harry about the attack.

Harry quickly noticed the silver-haired woman immediately, and offered her a grin, 'Hello, Miss Delacour. I thank you for your help.' He said formally.

Fleur gave him a small, polite smile, 'You are welcome, Monsieur Potter. I suppose I should also zank you for saving me from ze second curse.' Harry smiled at her.

'It was nothing. Well, anyway, let's consider it even, eh?' Fleur nodded her acceptance at his words. Sebastian chuckled.

'Well lad, you should tell your friends about your survival.' Harry blinked and then groaned. According to Sebastian, it had been nearly three days since the Death Eater attack and that no one had heard from him all that time.

Wonderful. Sirius must be tearing half the country apart looking for me... He thought glumly. Knowing Sirius, the man would not stop at anything if he wanted to find Harry. He really didn't want to worry Sirius even more than he probably already had.

'Yeah, I should. Knowing Sirius, he was probably tearing England apart looking for me.' He said. Sebastian nodded amusedly.

'Well, I shall send a message to Albus Dumbledore that we have found you.' He said with a smile.

Harry looked at him confusedly, 'Why didn't you do it already?' Sebastian looked a bit sheepish.

'To be honest, even though we had all but confirmed that you were Harry Potter, we still did not want to take any chances. So we waited until you were up.' Harry did not want to let go at that, but let it go, unable to refute his logic.

'Thank you.' He said gratefully. Sebastian smiled before ruffling his hair and kissed Fleur on the forehead, before leaving the Hospital Wing.

'Well, eet seems that you might be staying 'ere, young man. At least until Dumbly-dorr comes 'ere to pick you up.' Maxime said professionally. Harry had to repress his laugh at her pronunciation of Dumbledore. But hey, better her than him.

I would probably call him Dumbledick or something. He thought amusedly.

'It's fine, Madam Maxime. Thank you for letting me stay here.' Harry said politely.

Maxime nodded, 'Fleur, take 'im to your dorms if 'e iz cleared by Fiona.' Fleur inclined her head in agreement. Harry nodded, not really having a choice.

Maxime stared at him for a few seconds, making him fidget before giving him a small, barely noticeable smile, before leaving the Hospital.

'Well, I think I would like you to stay 'ere for a while, but you are clear to go. If you feel any sort of weakness, shivering or anything close to zat, you come to me. Got it?'

'Got it!' Harry practically yelled. Anything to get out of the Hospital. Just because Beauxbatons was prettier than Hogwarts, doesn't mean he wanted to spend any more time than necessary in the Hospital Wing.

'Fleur, it is lunchtime, take Mister Potter with you, if you will.' Fleur smiled slightly at Fiona, she always did like the mediwitch and nodded. Harry practically bolted out of the bed, so fast in fact that he nearly crashed into Fleur. He did come really, really close to her though, and she blushed slightly.

'Ooh, that is some sweet scent, Miss Delacour! And that shampoo, strawberry?' He said with a roguish grin, which made her blush even more. Fiona looked shocked for a moment, Fleur only looked at her confused, and Harry didn't even notice. Soon, her shocked look was replaced by a smirk.

'Yes, well, try not to get injured.' She said, with the smirk still on her face.

Harry was about to give a cheeky reply, but thought better of it, since that meant he had to stay in this place a moment longer and wait for her inevitable response, and shrugged. Fleur only realized something important right then as he left the Hospital Wing.

He was not affected by my allure at all!

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Harry realized that Beauxbatons is much, much, much more beautiful than Hogwarts and it pained him to even think that. What Hogwarts delivered in ancient architecture and wonderful sculpting, Beauxbatons had all that and much, much more. He realized that most of the places in this school were covered in blue, which was a much better color for most walls than just plain dark stone. The entire castle appeared to have been made out of the much acclaimed Gothic style of building that the French were particularly known for. Large statues of mythical creatures, not the deadly ones surrounded the castle around the castle, where Hogwarts had the Black Lake, Beauxbatons had something that resembled a fairy garden. Apparently, the garden and the castle itself would turn itself into a much more suiting texture during the night time.

One would think that such a combination might not look good, but it does.

But that wasn't the problem.

'Take a photo, it might last longer.' He snapped after the staring got too much. Fleur flinched at his sudden outburst, realizing that she had irritated him a bit too much. A man can only take so much staring... unless of course, your name happens to rhyme with Ririus Plack, where you can never have enough.

The silver-haired woman had taken to staring at him when she thought that he wasn't looking. He was really beginning to dislike the way she was staring at him. It was as if he was a really complicated puzzle for her to figure out, you know, the way Hermoine looks at him whenever he wasn't telling her something. Fleur was acting as if staring at him will give her the answer, god he really hated someone looked at him that way.

What also surprised him was the sudden amount of looks of surprise, envy, jealousy, awe and a mixture of other emotional cocktails. People would go all glassy eyed at stare at Fleur as if she was Morgan Le Fay herself.

The other girls, however, seemed to be looking at Fleur as if she had personally invaded their house, solely to kick their puppy. What really surprised him was the amount of ice he saw in her eyes, figuratively of course. She simply gave someone who gave her an especially nasty glare a cold look that made them back away. It also slightly worried him that she seemed to be used to such things.

But that does not excuse the fact that she was staring at him a bit too much for his liking.

Fleur looked down slightly, 'I'm sorry, 'arry. I was just... wondering if you are...' Harry was a very patient person, living with someone like the Dursley's who were closer to horses and whales than a man, it was guaranteed. But learning about the fact that you have been subject to one of the worst spells ever created, tortured twice, waking up in a different country, his patience was running a little low.

'I am...' He prompted her to continue.

'I was wondering if you were gay.' Fleur said and mentally kicked herself at her wording. But seeing as his patience was already getting low, she had just decided to not dance around the point.

Harry blinked. Again.

Gay? He had nothing against gay people. But he was straight.

No.

This.

Just.

Won't.

Do.

'Do you want me to show how straight I am?' He asked rhetorically, making a particular show at staring at her assets that were hidden by her school robes. Fleur crossed her arms and gave him a flat look, but it seemed like she was also embarrassed.

'Non! Eet iz just that... you don't stare...'

'Quite good at explaining things aren't you?' He said sarcastically. She shook her head.

'I am a Veela.' She said as if that would explain everything. Harry raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

'Cool. Great. Awesome. And?' Now she was shocked.

'A-and? W-what do you mean and? Do you not feel ze Allure?' She asked incredulously. Harry shook his head.

'Nope. Though that does explain the slight pull I keep feeling towards you.' He stated, now understanding where she was coming from. Even during the World Cup, with the Veela cheerleaders, he only felt a pull towards the alluring creatures. Nothing else. Though when they upped their allure, he felt it, and it nearly made him jump towards them.

Just a single Veela who was rather forcefully suppressing her allure? Child's Play.

Fleur just gaped at him, 'What? How? N-no one is so resistant to Veela allure! Not even papa!'

Her primitive Veela side however, was dancing in glee. 'e's immune to ze Allure, take him! Take him now! Fleur valiantly fought down the blush that threatened to show up on her face.

Non! Go away!

Harry gave her a flat look.

'Sorry, no speak French.' He said, mimicking her accent. Fleur's mouth snapped shut with a 'click', 'as for not feeling your allure... I don't know. Maybe I could feel something when there is a lot of Veela around, but, and no offense, you are the only one here. I don't feel it.' Harry said in a 'thinking' tone.

Fleur glared at him for mocking the way she spoke, '...Very well. Perhaps eef you would allow me to use my allure on you, maybe we can figure out how resistant you are?' She offered, before thinking about it, 'You don't 'ave to agree, of course.' Harry thought it over.

'How do I know that you won't take advantage of me?' He finally asked.

Yes! Yes!

Non!

Fleur glared at him coldly, feeling a bit offended. But she calmed down, realizing that Harry simply had not known her enough, and he must have been used to things like Love Potions and such.

'You 'ave my word as a witch. I shall not take advantage of you. Of course, if you fall to my allure, it is not my responsibility.' She declared. Harry gave her a critical look, and she actually fought back to urge to look away.

Ooh, I would like that! Fleur fought down her blush once again.

Finally, he sighed.

'Fine, don't be so cold, Frostbite.' He groused as he turned to face her completely. Fleur blinked.

'Frostbite?' Harry grinned.

'Yup, it suits you. Until you drop your cold attitude I'll keep calling you that... no guarantees though.' He said cheerfully. Fleur's eyes narrowed in annoyance, something that Harry took a great deal of pleasure in seeing.

She was already hard to fluster, what with her cold attitude, he always liked challenges. Hey, maybe he was just a sucker for blondes with cold attitude!

'I see.' She said, with calmness she didn't feel.

'So, go on. Hit me with your best shot.' Harry goaded with a slightly cocky smirk. Fleur decided right then and there that she would wipe that smug smirk right off the green-eyed wizard's handsome face. She closed her eyes, trying to muster up as much of her Veela allure as she could and sent a wave of it at him. She was sure that he would turn into nothing but jelly when he was hit with it. She could see it, the great Harry Potter reduced to a drooling fool in front of her. She could feel him shift in front of her. She opened her eyes, and just as she had expected he was...

Standing right where he was with a damnable smirk on his face.

Now, Fleur was not just annoyed and slightly angry, she was in complete and utter disbelief. He had resisted the highest dose of her allure that she had ever deliberately used! Harry Potter was almost completely immune to a Veela's allure. How? Not even her own papa was completely resistant to her maman's allure! Just who was Harry Potter?

'H-how? You cannot even feel ze allure?! What are you?' She asked, her voice filled with awe and indignation, and somewhere in between.

See! Now shag 'im!

Non! ee's too young!

Harry gave her a bright smile, 'I am Harry Potter.' He 'explained'. Fleur flushed slightly, 'Maybe you can get to... 'know' me.' He grinned in victory as her pale cheeks became a bright pink.

Harry Potter was not only completely resistant to her allure, but was also flirting with her. It made her feel oddly... excited. She felt her Veela nature screaming at her to claim him as her mate. She furiously pushed it down, while she was no stranger to flirtation, all of their eyes were glazed and they seemed to be trying their damn best not to spray her with spit. Harry Potter was different, he was staring at her clearly, flirting with her with actual intent to flirt rather than simply being absorbed and reduced to a brainless twit.

Take him! Take him! Take him! Her primitive side screamed at her.

Non! Non! 'e's too young!

Doesn't matter! You won't find someone like 'im!

'e's... non...non. Non! Non!

'You seem to be having a mental debate there. Trying to decide whether to shag me or not?' Harry asked her huskily when he saw her pale cheeks flush redder and redder by the second. By now, her cheeks were bright red.

'...' Fleur didn't say anything. Her primitive Veela side was raging a storm inside her, screaming at her to take this wizard as her mate or at least shag him senseless. It took all of her control not to jump him where he stood.

Harry was now getting worried. He was getting worried that he might have broke her, or maybe he had gone too far.

Dammit. 'Fleur, are you okay?' He put a hand on her shoulder, this was it for Fleur and she gazed up at him with fire in her eyes. Ha... get it... fire... because she's a Veela...? Nevermind. Anyway, the look greatly surprised Harry, it was the look of lust on her face.

'Fleur...?'

Fleur didn't respond, she simply grabbed him by his collar and smashed her lips against his.

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Sirius Black, Lord to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black was concerned. His godson had vanished three days ago and there was no sign of him other than a few people claiming to have seen him. The only problem was, they claimed that they could recognize his 'glasses and hair' instantly. So yeah, they were lying for attention. Anyway, Harry's wand had been found, broken in two halves, and Harry was probably going to be pissed about that.

Aside from Harry disappearing, his niece, Nymphadora Tonks made an appearance, begging and pleading him to find Harry, because it was her fault that he had disappeared. Sirius could only say so much.

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'What do you mean you can't find him?' Sirius demanded the Ministry official who flinched when he saw the furious expression on the former-Prisoner of Azkaban. Harry Potter, the godson of Sirius Black had gone missing during the Death Eater attack a half a day ago, and the Aurors have been looking all over trying to find their hero without his godfather finding out.

'...Lord Black, I'm afraid that is exactly what we mean. Lord Potter...Peverell-Gry-'

'Yeah, yeah, yeah, the real question is why the fuck have you not found him yet?!' He demanded. The Auror barely restrained a flinch. The look on Sirius' face was enough to convince anyone that he was a murderer.

'That's just it Lord Black. We have been trying to find him all along, but it's just that...'

'Just what?!'

'His wand was found broken, Lord Black.' A calm and collected voice came from behind him. Sirius turned around to find a tall man with dark brown hair and cyan eyes. Sirius recognized him, he was one of the Aurors that had been on guard and one of the ones that Amy trusted.

'Alex.' Amelia let out a sigh of relief as soon caught a glimpse of him. He was easily one of the most skilled and the most trustworthy Auror in the department. But if he was not able to find out about Harry's whereabouts, it was concerning.

He nodded at her, 'Madam Bones.' Sirius decided to steer forward.

'His wand was broken?! He wasn't around?!' Alex shook his head.

'No, but he was with us when he got lost.' He paused for second.

'Sirius.' Amelia's voice stopped Sirius dead in his tracks, as he was about to grill the information off the man. Amelia turned to him, 'Us?' Alex nodded.

'Yes, it was me, Penny Haywood, Fred Weasley and Auror Nymphadora Tonks.' He ignored the stiffening of Sirius' frame at the mention of his Metamorphmagus friend, 'They are all here to present their stories... if you will have them, that is, Lord Black.' Sirius made an impatient noise, trying to ignore the fact that Tonks was here and get Alex to tell him about Harry.

'Tell me what happened, Auror. And Dawlish, bring Tonks, Haywood and Weasley in immediately. Bring his other half too if he is there.' Amelia added at the end. Sirius realized that he had no choice but to see Dora, so he resigned himself.

Soon, all four of the requested members were there. Molly Weasley was also there, but as the mother and legal guardian of both the Weasleys they had no choice but to let her be there.

Tonks gasped at the sight of Sirius, and her guilt all came crashing down. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around the tall man. Sirius stiffened again when she hugged him tightly. Tonks buried her face into his chest and let out a choked sob.

'Sirius! Please find him! I'm sorry, it's all my fault! Please, please, please find Harry! It's all my fault!' She sobbed hysterically into his chest. Sirius looked wide-eyed at his first cousin. Her usually vibrant pink hair was wilted and was a depressing blue. The little girl he remembered long ago was now this woman. Granted, she wasn't very tall, but she was still a woman.

Unpleasant thoughts of Andromeda's face flashed through his mind. All those years in Azkaban, hoping that she would come to him, to get him out of there. At least assure him that she believed him to be innocent.

Sirius closed his eyes, knowing it wasn't fair for the girl to blame her for her mother's mistakes, and took a deep breath. 'Let go, Dora.' He said softly. She refused to let him go, and sobbed loudly into his robes.

Penny looked solemnly looking at the usually perky Auror, and sighed. She had told her about Andromeda trying to reach out to her cousin, Sirius Black, and being rebuffed every single time. Hell, even the phone call had been rebuffed by Sirius as soon as he realized that it was his cousin that had called him. Apparently, Andromeda had broken down one day and cursed herself bitterly. Tonks said that she had never seen her mother so upset.

Alex nudged her, making Penny snap out of her thoughts. She glanced at her boyfriend only to see him look at Tonks and then point at Sirius' rapidly uncomfortable and tense expression. She sighed.

She moved towards Tonks and placed a hand on her shoulder, 'Come on, Tonks. We still need to find Harry.' Tonks felt miserable. Her cousin had not hugged her back, even as she pleaded to him. But right now, finding Harry was more important to her.

She sniffed, and let go of Sirius, who moved back, eying the woman tensely. He didn't really want to be hugged by her again, at least, until he forgave Andromeda. It was hard to, especially when he saw Andromeda everytime he looked into her eyes.

Alex cleared his throat, 'I'm sorry, Lord Black. You know...' He said uncomfortably. Sirius nodded tensely.

'Yes, well, we need to find Harry.' Amelia nodded.

'Auror Selwyn, I want you to take a team of Aurors, including Auror Tonks. Make sure you take a tracking team with you.' She paused before turning to Dawlish, 'Dawlish, call Auror Shacklebolt and tell him to meet me here. Tell him to hurry up.' She ordered.

Alex nodded quickly, 'Yes, ma'am.' He grabbed a sniffing Tonks by her arm, 'Come on, Nymmy, let's find your boyfriend.' Sirius looked at Dora and looked shocked. Harry, his Harry, and Tonks? That boy worked fast.

-Flashblack-end-

'Lord Black, good morning.' Alex greeted the man as soon as he saw him. Sirius turned to greet the young man who had given him the message that Harry had been found in Beauxbatons in France. That was a surprise, but it was a relieving news for him.

'Morning, kid. I told you to call me Sirius.' Alex grinned at him.

'Got ya... well, I have to tell you something.' Sirius motioned for him to go on.

Alex fidgeted slightly, 'Well, there is no sugar-coating this... Tonks is coming with us.' Sirius stayed silent for about a minute.

'Fine.'

'I'm sorry, I- wait, what?'

'I said fine.'

'Just checking, did you just say fine?'

'Yep.'

'O-okay, then.'

Just as Alex's reply came, the woman in question came out with Penny in tow along with the wonder twins, and the rest of their family, and Amelia Bones. Alex and Sirius stared at the large group that had gathered.

'We're going to a school, Bill. Not a restaurant.' Alex deadpanned. Bill chuckled nervously.

'Yeah, well, he's kind of like a family member right now, so...' He replied.

'...Hello, Mrs. Weasley.' Alex greeted the woman awkwardly, trying not to receive a hug from her. He hated being hugged by anyone who was not Penny, Tonks, his mum and to a lesser extent Andromeda.

But his fears were fulfilled when she nearly suffocated him with her hug. Despite him being six foot two, she was still able to wrap her arms around him and hug him hard enough to make his eye pop out. He gave her a strained smile.

'...Good to see you too, Mrs. Weasley.' Alex managed to say, before trying to glare at the snickering Charlie, Bill and the damn twins.

Damn you, arseholes! He cursed them in his mind.

When she released him, he immediately hid behind Tonks and Penny, but he made it seem like he had placed something on the table that was conveniently placed there by the author. Tonks and Penny's shoulders shook with mirth.

'Didn't she smother you too?' Alex asked them, irritatedly. Both of them shut up immediately at that, having nothing to retort.

'...Cute.' He said dryly.

'So, are going to see Harry already or what?' Hermione demanded.

Alex raised an eyebrow, "Chill, Juliet, we are going to see your Romeo.' He replied. Hermione blushed, and spluttered.

'He's not my boyfriend!'

'Yet.' Sirius put in.

'Yet!' Fred and George said, as did everyone else excluding Ginny, who didn't seemed to know how to reply, and Ron, who had a jealous look on his face. You know, the usual look on his face, and Molly, who had plans for Harry to marry Ginny and become a happy family with ridiculous baby names.

'Alright, Alex, stop it. Siri, where is Dumbledi-I mean, Dumbledore?' She said, before blushing slightly. Sirius gaped at her for a moment, before grinning widely at her. Amelia glared at him, but couldn't really say anything.

'Yeah, 'Siri'. Let's go.' Hermione said, with a grin, managing to recover from her previous embarrassment.

Sirius snorted, 'Well he should be here at any mo-' Right then a 'pop' sounded in the room and Albus Percival-okay, you know what, I'm not going to bother, showed up in the room alongside Minerva McGonagall.

Albus smiled at the group gathered, 'Ah, hello! Lemon drop?' He said pulling out a bag of them out of... somewhere.

'Nope.' 'I'll take one. Thanks.' Everyone stared at Remus who had arrived.

'...Moony, where'd you come from? I thought that you weren't going to be here?' Sirius asked him as soon as everyone continued to stare at Remus, while he took one from the jovial Headmaster, and popped one into his mouth unperturbed.

'Hm? Oh, I cleared my schedule.' He replied dismissively.

~Like a boss~ Everyone stared at Penny now, whose phone suddenly rang. Penny's cheeks turned red when everyone shifted their attention towards her. Alex looked at her strangely, making her fidget.

'I thought you changed the ringtone?' He asked her. She bit her lip.

'I did... my phone hung up, and I was listening to a song... and now it came back.' She admitted sheepishly. Alex grinned.

''Like a boss', really?' Hermione asked incredulously. Penny grinned a bit.

'What? I like rap.'

'Excuse me, but what are you talking about?' Mr Weasley asked them. Ron grumbled.

'Yeah, what's this 'phnoe'?' Hermione huffed.

'It's a 'phone', Ronald. It's a much faster way to contact people in the Muggle World.' Ron snorted.

'Bet they can't fly or reach who they were looking for easily. Owls are much better.' He said. All of the Muggle-born or Half-blood wizards and witches snorted.

'Oh, please. It only takes a few seconds for us to contact someone and it's always accurate.' Tonks said, with a hint of pride. Telling them about a phone and feeling proud about it sounded rather odd, but there you go.

Ron gaped, 'No way.'

Sirius nodded, 'Yeah, from what I heard, they are really famous. Hell, Harry, Amy, Remus and I have already ordered one. They should arrive in a few days, give or take.' Ron gawked again.

'Come on, you are a Lord. Lord Black, why would you take their primitive ways?' The temperature in the room seemed to get to arctic level when Penny levelled a glare that the youngest male Weasley, who was too thick to notice it.

'...Excuse me?' Alex stiffened, before stiffy walking towards Tonks and hiding behind her. Tonks herself looked like she wanted to escape, Bill was whistling away until he reached the Headmaster and hid behind him. The Headmaster began to talk to Charlie about Dragons, while Sirius got annoyed. The twins whimpered before hugging their father on each side, who looked surprised. Molly blinked when nearly all of her boys tried to escape.

Ron, being the dumb idiot he was, simply continued, 'Just... come on. We all know that they are weak, just... use owls! They would be much faster than these 'phnoe's'. Hell, I bet they still can't fly.' He continued stupidly.

'Ron, if you value your life, stop yourself.' Charlie warned him, gulping when Penny's long blonde hair hid her eyes, making her look psychotic.

'Is it wrong that I think she looks hot like that?' Alex whispered to Tonks, who shook her head.

'This is Penny Haywood, she looks good even if she is covered in mud.' She whispered back to her friend.

'Can't argue with that.' He replied, his voice still a whisper.

'A 'phone', Mr. Weasley.' Penny gave him a 'shut-up-or-I-will-kill-you' smile, making the boy flinch, 'Is something that allows you to figuratively have the world in your palms. You can know whatever you want to know in the world, and can connect to any person who has a phone. It is very common in the world, and nearly seventy percent of the people in the world have it. It only takes a few seconds to talk to another person who has a phone. And yes, Mr. Weasley. We can fly. Not with brooms but with planes that could take hundreds of people at once.' She explained to the boy, whose brain seemed to be oozing out of his head.

There was a silence where Arthur's eyes practically sparkling at the information he was given, and became determined to buy one. Tonks meekly said,

'You didn't kill him?'

'She didn't?' The rest of people in the room who knew about Penny asked.

'I don't kill toddlers.' She replied, flippantly. Alex shook his head.

'No wonder you didn't kill Charlie then.' Charlie glared at him.

'Thanks, Alex.'

'You're welcome. Sirius, shall we go, if you are ready to go now, Headmaster?' He asked the old man, who's eyes were twinkling.

'Yes, of course. I can't wait to see how much trouble Harry had gotten himself into.'

Ron snorted, 'Trouble, Harry? If anything Harry is probably trying to avoid most people's eyes right now.'

Oh, if only he knew.

Remus scoffed, 'Knowing Emerald, I think that he had managed to get himself a bird or two by now.' Molly glared at the Werewolf.

'Now, Remus. Harry is just a boy, he would not do something like that.' She said.

-Beauxbatons-

Fleur roughly removed his shirt and trailed her hands around his toned chest as Harry tried to remove her school robe as she straddled him.

-Back to Sirius-

'I'm sure.' Sirius said, sarcastically. His godfather senses were tingling, and he knew, just knew that Harry had gotten himself a girl.

Molly huffed, 'He will be a gentleman, I'm sure. I certainly hope you haven't corrupted him, Sirius.' She just knew that man was not the right person to have as Harry's guardian, but there was little she could do about it.

Amelia rolled his eyes, 'Does it count if he was already... corrupted?' She said with a smirk at Sirius, who gave her a smirk in return. Alex shook his head.

'Alright, this is turning into a feature film. Let's go.' He took some floo powder from the bowl nearby and tossed it into the fire.

'Beauxbatons.' He said and the fire turned green. Alex stepped into the fire, before the rest quickly followed.

-Beauxbatons-

Later:

It took Dumbledore and Amelia to convince Maxime to let them stay. She was indignant that such a large crowd had gathered to see one boy, but resigned herself t it. She said that Harry was currently touring the school with Fleur Delacour, one of the students and the girl who saved the Boy-Who-Lived.

Sirius was a bit dubious that they had let Harry go after he had taken a Cruciatus but he decided to suck it up, not really having a choice. So now, he was with most of the group, the Twins, Arthur, Charlie, Bill, Albus and Minerva had decided to stay back so as not to crowd the halls, something that Maxime appreciated.

'Where is he?' Tonks asked impatiently as she walked briskly. Every twelve steps she would trip, and someone had to catch her. Sirius maintained some distance from Tonks, which she noticed, thought sad, decided to ignore for now.

Penny groaned, 'Tonks, it's been two minutes.' She said.

Remus nodded, 'Yes, Tonks. Calm-'

'I'll calm down once I see if he is alright.' Sirius snorted.

'This is Harry, he survived Voldemort twice, a hundred Dementors and a Basilisk. He'll be fine.' He said, knowing that Harry was getting some action right now. But he realized who he had spoken to a bit late.

Tonks, surprised that Sirius had spoken to her, tripped and this time Penny wasn't there to catch her, so she fell on the ground.

Alex winced, 'That must've hurt.'

Hermione spoke up, 'Well, where is he? How can he be so careless, not even informing a Professor and just wandering off like that?' She said, putting her hands on her hips. Ginny grinned.

'Hey, maybe he's breaking the rules again.' She said. Hermione scowled darkly.

'He better not be.' She growled.

They all stopped when they realized that they couldn't find him. Tonks let out a shriek of anger, 'Dammit, where the fuck is he? When I find him, I'll give him a piece of my mind.' She said.

Molly and Hermione scowled, 'Language, Nymphadora!'

Alex looked over her shoulder and his eyes widened comically.

He tapped Sirius on his shoulder, who grunted to show that he was listening. He pointed towards one of the walls of a dimly lit corridor. The walls were your normal affair, but at the bottom of the walls, was a desk, for some reason, and on top of the desk was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-They-Were-Looking-For, and a hot blonde woman who had nothing but a bra on along with the bottom half of her school robes. They all guessed it was Fleur Delacour.

Sirius, Remus, Alex's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when one of Harry's pale hands reached from the girls back to remove it, while his mouth was still attached to the girl's red ones. The girl's cheeks were bright red as were Harry's.

The women who finally looked at what the men were looking at all, had their jaw fall flat on the floor, as the bra was unhooked. Suddenly, Molly let out shriek.

'HARRY JAMES POTTER!' Harry flinched when he heard that voice. But he was torn between ignoring it and concentrating on his... lover? Future lover? Speaking of which, Fleur's eyes narrowed as she removed her lips from Harry's, with her's tugging on his.

'Who is zat woman?' She practically snarled. Harry sighed, leave it to Molly to have him cockblocked.

'That is Molly Weasley. The mother of my best friend.' Her eyes narrowed again.

'Tell 'er to piss off.' She demanded as she kissed him again. There was another shriek, accompanied by a set of footsteps approaching them. Along with a whole group. Most of them looked too stunned to even say anything.

Harry was tempted to exactly as Fleur told him. So he moved his lips from her's, smirking slightly when she let out a needy growl. 'Mrs. Weasley, can you come back later? Thanks!' He yelled out, before he twisted them about, and kissed Fleur again, who moaned.

Hermione, Tonks, and mostly Ginny looked at Harry's toned back, and felt jealous of the part-Veela. Fleur had taken Harry's first kiss!

Sirius and Remus on the other hand looked proud. Harry was finally getting rid of his virginity! Sirius decided that he was going to throw a party in James' name, just for this. Hell, Remus was more than convinced to just stun Molly in her tracks and let his nephew have his fun.

Alex whistled, 'Damn. He works fast.' Amelia and Penny simply tried to work their jaws back to functioning level, as they stared at the hot scene in front of them. Tonks made a strangled sound, and didn't understand why she felt so jealous of Fleur.

'HARRY JAMES POTTER, STOP THAT!' Molly yelled once again.

'Will you shut up, woman!' Fleur yelled at her.

'Don't talk to me that way young lady! Now let him go! You will not force him to do anything-'

'I'm not being forced.' Molly glared at Fleur and ignored Harry's reply.

'How dare you, you hussy. Harry, get away right now, young man. You are in a lot of trouble!' Harry gave her a flat look.

'You're not my mother.' He said, flippantly. Molly's face reddened in anger.

'This is all because of Sirius! I knew he wasn't the right guardian for you! He has spoiled you, Harry! From now, you will not spend summers with him, instead you will spend your summers at the Burrow or at your Aunt's house. Back off, you scarlet-'

'Mrs. Weasley. Do everyone a favor, shut up.' Harry replied, coldly. Molly gaped at him, but Harry wasn't done. He has had enough with her meddling in his life, 'You have just insulted the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter-Peverell-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-Slytherin and Black. For your information, Fleur didn't force me to do anything. I was doing this on my own free will. I'm immune to Fleur's allure and I could've stopped anytime I wanted to.' He explained. All of the rest just gaped at him, as he gave Molly Weasley a thorough dress-down as she sputtered.

'B-but you're too young!' She shrieked.

'So? This is my life and I do what I want.' Harry said coldly.

'B-But Harry, listen to yourself, mate! She's probably charmed you or something!' Ron said, not even bothering to take his eyes off Fleur's body. Red hot jealousy burned from deep within him. Why Harry? Why is it always him?

'What was zat, you leetle boy?' Fleur demanded as she glared coldly at Ron. Harry continued as if they both hadn't spoken.

'As the last of my House and the Heir to five Houses, I'm allowed, and outrighted required to take multiple wives.' Molly glared at him.

'No, you will do no such thing. You will marry one wife and you will be happy about it.'

There was someone's shadow over her and all of them turned to look at the interruption. It was Sirius, looking down at Molly from his six feet four inch frame, 'Molly, it is tradition. He can and will marry multiple women. And he is a Lord now. You cannot control his life, it is his to control. He is mature enough and god knows that he needs it with what goes on with him every year.' Sirius informed her. He was quickly getting tired of her tone.

Molly glared at him before turning back, 'Unless you decide to let go of that attitude Harry, you are no longer welcome at the Burrow. I thought you were better, but I learned now that you have turned into a delinquent. If it were up to me, you would be properly punished.' She said to him.

Harry's eyes turned to ice, 'I'm afraid, you are no longer welcome at the Potter Manor anymore, Mrs. Weasley. However, this does not extend to the rest of your children.' He replied.

Molly huffed, before turning around and walking away.

Alex looked back and forth between them, before saying, 'Well, that went well.'

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Well, that's it. Sorry it took so long to update. I think I'll probably change the rating to M now. The coming chapters might be a little dirty.

Don't forget to check out my new story. It is much more plot-oriented, than this one.

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