"Bonjour, welcome to Paris!" a tour guide said as the bus drove down a very large street. Harry glanced at all the buildings. He was impressed. Even on the first day of the week-long trip that the Dursleys took him on only because he 'would likely destroy the house if they left him home' his first impression of France was that it was a very lovely place with nice buildings and weather. It was definitely less rainy than England.

When the bus passed a massive building, Harry's eyes widened. It looked like a twin of Notre Dame except that the building was larger and built like a college campus with many much smaller buildings surrounding it. No one else seemed to notice it.

"What's that?" Harry asked his tour guide. The woman squinted and looked to where Harry was pointing but shook her head. "I'm sorry, but, I don't see anything. What are you trying to show me?" she asked kindly. Harry huffed.

"The massive building in between the shops!" he exclaimed. He couldn't believe anyone couldn't see it! Suddenly a bony hand clamped around his mouth.

"I'm sorry! My nephew is a little troubled in the head. He won't be bothering you again, will he?" she asked menacingly. Harry looked up at his aunt in fear and shook his head. Aunt Petunia's smile widened a little, "now go sit down boy!" she growled and shoved Harry into his seat. His last glimpse of the building was of the sun shining between a pair of twin buildings which made him sigh.

"I guess I am crazy after all," Harry muttered and slumped into his seat. Maybe the rest of his visit to Paris wouldn't be as weird? How wrong he was.

It was around sundown that the Dursleys decided to go to dinner. They sneered at him and told him he could have their scraps. Harry sighed and laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He reckoned the Dursleys wouldn't be back for a few hours. Perhaps he could go exploring like Dudley usually did during the day? He just had to make sure he wasn't caught...

Walking along the streets of Paris he looked around. If he remembered right and if he wasn't crazy... There it was! He sprinted across the street to see the massive building shining in the sunset stone walls seemed ancient. Now that he got a better look, the building seemed occupied. How could no one see this? He glanced up at the gate and squinted. He could probably climb that.

When Harry managed to climb up the gate, a gust of wind threw him backwards into a tree. He groaned and rubbed his back. Just inside the gate was a little blonde girl looking at the boy, raising an eyebrow.

"Qui êtes-vous?" the girl asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "What?"

She smirked, "English, oui?" she asked. Harry nodded, "I asked who are you?"

"My name is Harry Potter,." he said and glared through the fence, "what is yours?"

She huffed and straightened up a little in pride, "My name is Fleur Delacour,." she smirked as if that meant something to him.

"Charmed," he rolled his eyes. He hated people who thought themselves better than everyone else. "what is this place?"

Fleur eyed the boy with curiosity. How could he have not heard the last name Delacour? Then again, he sounded English." 'Zis is Beauxbatons. It is one of ze top magical schools in Europe," Fleur answered.

Harry snorted, "Don't be silly! Magic isn't real!" Harry expected her to laugh and tell him it was all some prank, however Fleur looked deadly serious.

"Wait. You said your last name was Potter? Zat sounds familiar. Are your parents James and Lily Potter?" Fleur asked. Harry nodded.

"Those were their names," Harry answered sadly. Fleur felt awkward with Magical Britain's top celebrity in front of her eyes. He also seemed to have no knowledge of magic. How queer. She shook her head.

"You must come with me at once!" she opened the gate which clicked loudly. She grabbed the boy's arm before he could react. He opened his mouth to protest but sighed.

"I suppose I don't have anything better to do. At least it's better than the Dursleys," he muttered. She smiled and continued to pull him towards the massive building. As he came closer he felt shivers run down his spine and butterflies flutter in his stomach. He steeled his nerves and followed the young blonde girl through the main doors.

Harry's first impression of the interior of the impressive castle was it was warm. The floor seemed to be made of marble and the walls carved from stone however he felt warm and at home. He smiled.

As they were walking through the many hallways and up the steep staircases, Harry felt many questions enter his conscience. "Hey Fleur?"

"Oui?" she asked.

"When you asked my parents names, how did you know them. Also, what does being a wizard exactly mean? It it like, a metaphor for something?" Harry looked very clueless. When the girl's laugh echoed through the hallowed halls, Harry blushed in embarrassment.

"It eez nothing to be embarrassed about 'Arry. To answer ze easier question, you are a wizard. Zat means you have the ability to control objects through a force called magic. It is amazing," Fleur said and sighed. "Ze second I vill leave to our esteemed headmistress, Madame Maxime."

They eventually reached a pair of oak doors with many beautiful designs of flowers and vines carved into the wood. When the doors opened on their own, Harry jumped back. "Come in." a voice echoed.

Inside was a woman taller than anyone Harry had ever seen. She seemed to emit a friendly yet, strict aura. She smiled at the two children and nodded to Fleur who also nodded then took a seat. She grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him into a seat which cause the half giantess to chuckle.

"Welcome to Beauxbatons! May I ask your name?" Madame Maxime asked smiling at the boy who shuffled in his seat. Harry looked up and called himself down.

"I-I'm Harry Potter. It's a pleasure...?"

"My name is Olympe Maxime however you may call me Madame Maxime." Harry nodded in understanding and looked to Fleur then back to the headmistress.

"According to Fleur who met me outside I'm some sort of-"

"Wizard, Monsieur Potter," Madame Maxime answered for the boy. She was surprised that Harry Potter didn't know about magic.

"R-right. So I guess you learn magic in this place?" Harry asked. Even when feeling happy here, he still felt a pang of cynicism. It felt like the Dursleys would pop up any second and this dream would become a nightmare. So far so good. Madame Maxime nodded.

"Yes. Beauxbatons is one of the top 3 renowned European schools." Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and made himself look directly into Madame Maxime's eyes.

"I would like to enroll here. I'd like to learn magic especially if my parents learned it as well," Harry said quickly. He looked down and blushed. He really hated being around new people and he was still processing the reality of magic.

"But my dear! What of your guardians?" Madame Maxime asked. Harry automatically scowled and the headmistress prepared herself for the worst.

"My guardians don't care about me. They wouldn't care if I disappeared and didn't come back. To be completely honest, I wouldn't mind never seeing them again," Harry explained. Madame Maxime sighed and looked at the boy. He certainly could afford Beauxbatons being a Potter.

"When do you turn eleven?" she asked.

"End of July, Madame," Harry answered respectfully. Madame Maxime smiled.

"Then I don't see why not."

"Ooh! Madame! We 'ave Potter! We 'ave Potter!" Fleur danced around smiling. Harry laughed.

"Well, I'm certainly glad to be here. I really don't want to go back to the Dursleys. May I please stay in the castle until it's time for school?" Harry asked with pleading eyes. Madame Maxime looked apologetic which made Harry lower his eyes.

"I'm afraid not 'arry. However until we can find suitable guardians, I'm sure Fleur and her family could take you. Isn't zat alright Fleur?" The girl's eyes widened. She nodded and grinned at Harry.

"Oh! Zis will be so much fun 'arry! You'll love Beauxbatons!"

Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes. He looked up to find Fleur smirking at him. "Did you 'ave a good dream 'arry?" He scowled and sat up. His first three years at Beauxbatons were very fun. It was third year however that Harry finally found a proper guardian.

It wasn't that he disliked Mr. and Mrs. Delacour but he needed a proper father or mother figure to guide him. With his best friend's mother and father, it was sometimes awkward and strange. When Sirius Black had broken out, Harry read about the man and realized he never got a trial. With a few words to Madame Maxime who was practically family for him, she talked to the minister for Magical France. In a few weeks, Sirius Black got his trial and was assigned as Harry's guardian.

"Oh shove off!" Harry pushed her arm playfully. She giggled and started opening a box of droobles gum. Harry quickly snatched a piece and started chewing. "You know, I dreamt of when we first met. It's still the memory that fuels my Patronus. And to think, it happened four years ago."

Fleur smirked and flicked his nose. "Come 'arry, time for reminiscing later. I zink we arrived at this 'ogwarts for the Triwizard Championship." Harry grinned and looked out the window where the castle grew larger and larger.

"Wow..." He said breathlessly, "So this is where my parents went huh?" He remembered the stories his godfather told him of his parents.

Fleur grinned, "Even if your parents went here, do not feel too bad when we crush zem in ze championship!" Harry laughed.

"I don't know Fleur, from what I've heard Hogwarts is the 'finest school of witchcraft and wizardry'. Of course, so are we and every other bloody school in Europe," Fleur snorted.

"Please, we are ze best obviously," Fleur answered pompously. Her aura flared and Harry grinned.

"Nice try, Fleur. You almost caught me off guard." Harry laughed when Fleur turned red.

"I will get you 'arry Potter! I've got every boy in this school to fall for my aura and you will be no different!" Ever since Fleur developed her aura in his third year, and Harry had a competition. It was infamous in the school. She had even tried to crush Harry with her aura during classes. At one point it became so bad, the teachers banned the competition in the school. Of course, that didn't stop the two from trying and the teachers making bets on who would win.

Harry gazed down at the many Hogwarts students looking at the the carriage in awe. When they finally landed Harry opened the door for Fleur and allowed her to get out. She smirked, "What a gentleman." Harry grinned at the envious faces of the students. The girls of Fleur and the guys of Harry. Even in fourth year, Harry had definitely grown into the looks his father had.

Being in France had also done wonders for his rather pale complexion. After a year's regimen of nutrition potions, Harry had finally started growing properly. Harry led the boys while Fleur led the girls. Madame Maxime was in the back, watching the younger students who were a little more rambunctious.

Later that night, at dinner, Harry sat with Fleur speaking to the Ravenclaws. "So Harry, is Fleur your girlfriend?" an Asian fifth year asked. Harry snorted and Fleur choked on a piece of buttered bread.

"Girlfriend? Ms. Chang I am in fourth year. Fleur's in seventh. For now, she's way too old for me and also way out of my league." This made the girls' faces around Harry brighten. He noticed they slowly became more bold and Harry was growing tired of it. "Well I suppose I must be going soon. I am very tired and definitely need my rest." Harry left chuckling internally. So this was Hogwarts?

AN

A big thank you to Kayle2 for reading and editing this chapter! Seriously, it's amazing.