A/N- Here's the thing, going back and reading my own work made me want to projectile vomit repetitively, so I am going to rewrite the chapters. I wont change the story, just spaces, grammar, and parts that were worded weirdly, nothing big will change. I might also put some dates in there because Christmas is the only thing, and then parts have blackouts and whatnot.

The Beauxbatons students walked back to their Carriage. Fleur was the saddest among them. Just last week the Triwizard tournament ended, Fleur was a champion; she should have been the most ecstatic. Viktor Krum, The famous Quidditch player, Harry Potter, The boy who lived, and Cedric Diggory, tall and handsome kid from Hogwarts were the other champions, but something terrible happened. The dark lord had risen again, and Harry was kidnapped, though he made it back safely. Fleur had so far been depressed, she didn't save her sister in the second task and she failed the third task. (It wasn't her fault, a teacher attacked her, but she couldn't help but feel this way.) She also was leaving Hogwarts during a bad time. "

Fleur, please 'curry 'zed carriage is ready to leave." said Madam Maxim.

"Okay, please give me a moment to say my good-byes." Madam Maxim looked at Fleur knowingly and winked.

"Okay!" Fleur walked toward the front doors. Spying him she rushed,

"Arry!" she yelled running up the stairs toward him, "We will see each uzzer again, I 'ope" Fleur held out her hand, " I am 'oping to get a job 'ere to improve me Eenglish."

"Its very good already." said Ron in a strangled voice. She smiled at him and the Granger girl scowled Fleur laughed inside of er own head, they were so obvious.

"Good-bye 'Arry" She said turning to go "It 'az been a pleasure meeting you!" Fleur walked away, her heart a little heavier because of the year. She stepped on the Beauxbatons carriage.

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"Hurry up boy!" yelled Uncle Vernon to Harry. Harry was going with them on a vacation to France because Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, because Dudley hit her with his new motor scooter, in ten minutes, they were on their way to the airport.

Harry had a lot of contact with the wizarding world throughout the summer, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius kept him updated, though he suspected they had left things out. It wasn't exactly the best policy, but what could he due. Dumbledore had also came about a week into the summer, dressed up as a muggle he told the Dursley's he was with the Census and that since Harry was in St. Brutus's and it wasn't public, they had to test him in private. Dumbledore really just talked to Harry to see how he was, and cast some spells on him and the house before leaving though.

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"May I get you anyth- oh my lord Harry Potter!" said a flight attendant when she offered Harry some champagne. They were seated in First Class Corps, a new type of highly preferred service for corporate owners, and families. (They only reason Harry wasn't in coach was because he wasn't old enough to travel alone on international flights yet.)

"Yeah uhhh your a witch?" Harry whispered. The witch nodded.

"Can I get your autograph? My name is Kylie Patil." She asked cheerfully, other passengers were starting to look, thank goodness the Dursley's had chosen to sit away from him to save face.

"Don't talk too loud, Muggles are starting to listen." He hissed instantly, he didn't want to get in trouble.

"So sorry Mr. Potter." She apologized quickly.

"Oh I know your daughters, Parvati and Padma right?" Harry said, she nodded, "I went to the Yule Ball with Parvati." He continued. The surprised witch then took out a pen and a napkin and asked Harry to sign it. Harry did, and they said their good byes.

"I wonder why she didn't know about the Yule Ball?" Harry whispered to himself.

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As the four hour long flight ended Harry stepped off the plane, taking in a lot of French air. Harry heard some one call his name.

"'Arry, 'Arry over 'ere." Harry turned to his right and saw a beautiful teenager waving at him. She had a flawless face and long silvery hair, and her name was Fleur Delacour. Harry grabbed the railing, and hopped over the side of the stairs, forgetting that they were in France. The stairs here were like ten feet off the ground, but using his reflex born of his Quidditch skills, He landed and rolled on the ground, shooting straight up and brushing at his clothing.

"'Arry, are you alright?" asked Fleur, giggling a little at his attempt to 'play it off'.

"I'm alright, wow it's such a surprise to see you here, I, I, wow." He was certainly speechless. This trip was getting a little better every second of the way.

"Yes 'Arry it's me, 'ow are you?" She asked as Harry stared at her, his mouth wasn't wide open, but it might as well have been. For some reason seeing Fleur brightened his day, it had been a while since he thought of the wizarding world without Voldemort connected, and she had just commenced it.

"I'm fine, you?" he answered, taking off his glasses and wiping them inside of his shirt.

"I love your eyes, geez I wish I could have them." She cried, it wasn't a joke, she loved his green eyes, they were just like his mother's. Fleur happened to know Lily and James Potter, in fact they were her godparents. If anything were to happen to her parents then 'Aunt Lily' and Uncle James' would have taken over her as responsibility.

"Why are you here?" asked Harry, finally stopped gawking at Fleur. Fleur tossed her hair back and grinned.

"I was sent by Madam Maxime. She said 'zat you were to stay at my 'ouse, but how to convince your guardians 'zough, she said you'd know. I'll explain 'ze whole story later, we need to get you to my 'ouse first." Harry thought for a moment, he thought of how the Dursleys would let him leave them on holiday with a witch he knew from school. Then he thought about the pig flying overhead with ice skates, heading toward hell. So in other words, he wasn't going to get away from the Dursley's

"I don't know how to." Harry said aloud, concentrated on his fingers that were currently twiddling. Fleur tossed her hair again,

"I'll handle it." She said, primping herself up and tugging at her tight halter top so that it was tighter.

Dudley came waddling up staring at Fleur, mouth drooling. He walked up and in his most suave voice said

"Hey darlin' how about me and you make some magic." Fleur grinned at him, Harry knew how critical she got, and if she told Dudley off then maybe he would say things about her and the Dursleys wouldn't let him stay. Harry reached over and pinched Fleur in her leg, she jumped, but got the picture. Fleur twisted her hair flirtatiously and said maybe. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia came walking up.

"Come on Dudley, Harry." said Uncle Vernon, Dudley turned, but Fleur had an idea.

"Uhhh Mr. Dursley, could 'Arry go with me around town, I mean 'e's never seen Paris and I want to train to be a tour guide, we will be accompanied by a group." Fleur pointed over toward several people standing by the terminal door. Vernon looked Fleur up and down, finally deciding she was not a wizard (Or is that what changed his mind?)

"Okay, we're staying at the Ramada Court International down the street, room seventeen." and with that Fleur and Harry walked off. He could hear Petunia telling Vernon off in the background and had a suspicious inkling that Fleur's story wouldn't have worked without other help.

"You used your Veela charms didn't you?" asked Harry suspiciously, Fleur nodded and smiled slyly. Harry looked around and saw several groups or couples around the airport, looking around pointing and talking, he just couldn't understand a word they were saying.

"Fleur, where do you live?" Harry asked as they exited the front entrance to the airport several minutes later. Fleur gestured her hand in the direction in front of them, it pointed at a huge mansion, positioned high on a hill, but it seemed about a mile off. Fleur and Harry walked in silence for about twenty minutes until they came to the house.

Fleur silently opened the door, and lead Harry to the family room. The rest of the Delacour's were sitting, Gabrielle, Fleur's little sister was reading a book, with her dad. Fleur's mother was filing her nails. Harry started to say something, because nobody had noticed him, but Fleur pulled him out of the room very quickly. She dragged him to the next room, and shut the door.

"Oh brother oh brother, I forgot to tell him. What if he can't handle it?" said Fleur pacing back and forth in the room.

"What if I can't handle what, what did you forget to tell me?" asked Harry anxiously; he had been pulled from the room so quickly that Fleur was the only person who knew he was there. Fleur looked at him and gasped.

"You didn't tell me you know French." she said, Harry looked up at her slowly and said, very slowly.

"I don't!" Fleur seemed to think that this mystery was much less important though.

"Okay Harry since you can speak French I'll talk to you in French then. My mom is a Veela, do you know that is?"

"Yeah, wait since your part Veela do you have that bird form?" Harry said trying to sound nonchalant. He was trying to say it with out offending Fleur.

"No but my mom is a full Veela, my dad is a wizard, but you can't, um, well you can't fall victim to her charms, because well, she is well she's nearly irresistible to guys." Fleur seemed nervous, but Harry didn't get the point. He stared at her blankly until she clarified it a little more,

"Listen Harry, if you can't handle being around my mother then we have a problem."

"Don't worry, I won't start drooling." said Harry joking. Fleur seemed to have thought that this wasn't enough.

"Harry, jump up and down on one foot and say gobbledegook." Harry felt a sudden blankness, the world was a void and all that mattered was Fleur. It was almost exactly like he had the Imperious Curse put on him. He started to bend his knees, but that little voice in his head came back.

"But that doesn't make sense does it?" said a little voice in the back of Harry's head. Harry suddenly snapped out of his trance, the disembodied voice was right, why should he do whatever some girl wanted, he wasn't a slave was he?

"Ummmm..., why?" Harry asked, Fleur smiled at Harry, ran to him and hugged him.

"Yes, I guess there won't be much of a problem." said Fleur, hesitating, and then finally letting go of Harry. Fleur gestured for Harry to follow her and she left the room, locking it on the way out. He followed her to the family room, and hoped nobody would notice that they came in from the direction of that room and not the front door.

"Hello mom, dad, Gabby. This is Harry." said Fleur nervously, she was twiddling her fingers behind her back. Harry walked up and shook Mrs. Delacour's hand, whose name was Isabelle, Fleur was right, she was a looker. He felt that trance mode again telling him he would do anything this lady asked. He shook Mr. Delacour's hand, whose name was Pierre, and before he got to Gabrielle, he felt something hit his waist. He looked down; Gabrielle gave him a hug.

"She's very affectionate, but she's always good for a laugh." Whispered Fleur so nobody but Harry could hear. She started to slowly pry Gabrielle off of Harry.

"Hi Harry, remember me, you saved me from the lake, my name is Gabrielle, but they call me Gabby for short, well at least my friends and Flare, oh yeah that's Fleur's nickname because when she was little she used to always wear robes with fire prints. I always liked fire it is fun, but I bet you were scared when the dragons shot fire at you huh? Fleur got hit though. She likes Dragons, or she used to, I don't know anymore. I like dragons, and Charizards, Charizards are like dragons, but they can change shape. I like shapes, and coloring, I want to be an artist some day, what do you want to be?" She said this all really fast; it reminded Harry of when they first met Hermione, him and Ron on the first day at Hogwarts.

"Oh yeah, uuhhh hi." said Harry weakly; he didn't exactly know how to respond to this.

"Now, now dear, Harry has probably had a long trip, he needs his rest, Fleur could you show him his room." said Pierre. Fleur obliged and walked out of the room, followed closely by Harry. He just realized it now, but his suitcases and stuff would be at the Dursleys hotel room. Harry followed her to a room up on the second story of her house. Walking in Harry immediately fell I love with his room at the Delacour's house, it had a lake view, and it was next to Fleur's room.

Harry had to still address the no clothes, and the no school supplies issue though.

"Fleur, see I have this...um problem, see I have no clothes, nor do I have my school supplies, and since I cannot use any magic I can't really escape them."

"Oh Harry, then I guess we gotta go shopping!" said Fleur jumping at that last word." I know this cute little mall just outside the village, only a quarter of an hour's walk- oh, wait I got a better idea, how about Paris! I have only been twice, and never done shopping, but I hear they always have the newest things. "

"We can't tour Paris in one day though."

"Well then we'll get a hotel, and in the mornings we can meet and tour, I'll tell dad and get reservations." And that was it, a little thing like not having clothes ended in a weeklong trip to Paris for the pair. She ran outside of the room to talk to her father

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Mr. Delacour agreed and decided to immediately set up the whole thing. The next morning they were going to leave.

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"Oh Harry this is so fun, we take the train to Two Harbors, and then we'll go to Le Serbent au Verte, one of the best hotels in the world." Fleur said as they stood at Harold's Station in France. It was the boarding landing for the train they would be taking.

"Doesn't that mean-" but Harry was cut off by something hitting him around the waist, it was Gabby, she was giving him a hug before he left for a week.

"Bye Harry, see you later, promise?" she asked, wide-eyed and teary.

"I promise!" said Harry; he was a sucker for little girls and teary eyes. The whistle blew, the train was calling its last boards, and Fleur and Harry said good-bye to the Delacour's and stepped upon the train. The ride was rather boring, as there were no sights to see going through the country.

"Harry, I am going to catch some shut eye, would you mind terribly if I did?"

"No." And with that Fleur rested her head on Harry's shoulder and snuggled comfortably next to him, Harry looked down at her, this was gonna be a great summer.

A/N Omg this is so weird, rewriting it, I almost wish I hadn't ended the fic like I did, anyways work to be done so catch ya on the flipside.