AN: Hellish last little bit since my last update. I injured wrist in a car accident and then slipped in the snow and broke my wrist. Now I am back again.

We did have a winner of the write in contest. TheLifeLongEditor guessed it. My guest write in is Jean-Phillipe from Hell's Kitchen. TheLifeLongEditor, I hope you enjoy your write in. Thank you for bearing with me and the wait time.

Before Harry could answer Gustave's question about muggle and wizard artists having their respective works at The Louvre, the ring on Gustave's right index finger lit up. His attention was immediately on it. Harry became instantly nervous when Fleur shot straight up out of her seat and looked paralyzed with fear. He stood up and placed his hand on her shoulder as he looked between Fleur and her father. He wasn't sure if he should ask what was going on or wait for them.

Suddenly Gustave looked at him with a sense of urgency. "Harry, you're coming with me. NOW!"
Fleur finally spoke. "What about me, Papa?" Fleur asked anxiously.

Gustave shook his head. "I'm sorry, Fleur but I need you to stay here with your mother in case something happens to me."

"Then why take Harry?" she more demanded than asked.

"Whatever is going with your sister, they won't expect Harry to be with me and your are too emotional right now," he answered and moved next to Harry and grabbed his arm. "Are you ready?"
"Wha..." Harry tried to reply and felt the familiar sensation of being apparated.

When they appeared, he had to ignore the nausea and quickly pulled out his wand. Two men with Amber eyes were lunging at them.
Both men quickly flicked their wands and shouted, "Stupefy!"

Quickly they stood back to back and looked for Gabrielle. Every couple of seconds, one of them was casting the stunning spell.

"Bloody Werewolves!" Harry shouted.

"Shit," he heard Gustave whisper.

They stunned two more men. They were then scooped up two others. Each using a fireman style carry. Harry watched which direction they went and his eyes went wide when he saw the tallest of them standing over a, hopefully, unconscious shop keeper. They locked eyes from several yards away but Harry knew who it was. But how could it be? Remus Lupin killed him. Or so he thought.

"FENRIR GREYBACK!" Harry shouted.

The long haired man looked up taken aback. "Harry, Bloody, Potter. What is he doing here?" Greyback shouted. "Retreat!"
Harry bared his teeth and with all of his strength, intensity and anger thrust his wand towards Greyback and roared, "STUPEFY!" He watched as Greyback grabbed one of the retreating werewolves and threw him in front of the spell. Harry watched the other werewolf get blown backwards hard by the spell. Harry and Greyback stared each other down for a moment longer before Greyback disappeared as quickly as he arrived with his men.

Suddenly, multiple men in black trench coats were pursuing them with wands drawn. Harry didn't know his was still up until Gustave carefully pushed it down. He was still in disbelief that Fenrir Greyback was still alive. Which meant that not only were the men in the coats not going to catch him or his apparent pack, he was seen with Gustave and has put the Delacour family in serious danger.

"Those men are my Aurors. The French DMLE," Gustave informed Harry. "That was some fine spell casting, dear boy."
"Thank you." Harry replied.

"Now lets please look for Gabrielle and Jean-Phillipe." Gustave requested.
"They're right here, Monsieur Delacour," an unknown man said.
Harry and Gustave turned to see a very tall man of medium build, with reddish brown hair and a matching goatee standing with Gabrielle and Jean-Phillipe. His gray eyes staring at them. Yet they showed his friendly demeanor. Gabrielle immediately ran up and hugged her father while the gentleman and Jean-Phillipe approached together.
"This man saved us, Gustave. This is, Gordon. He owns and operates the artifacts shop, Life Long Magical Artifacts."
"He grabbed and apparated us to the top of the clock tower as soon as the Werewolves attacked," Gabrielle added.

"It was nothing, Monsieur Delacour. Really." Gordon quickly insisted.
Before Gustave could further argue the point, Harry stepped forward. "Gordon, did you happen to overhear any of them say why they were here?"

Gordon thought for a moment. "They were looking for something. An artifact regarding the moon." Gordon answered after a moment. "You'' need to to speak with Pierre. He's the shop keeper they were attacking when you arrived."

Harry looked over to see the medical personal leaving with him. "Damn," he whispered.

"Fear not, Harry. That's a precaution. I will be sure to speak with him directly. I will have to. Since you are technically deputized, I will share whatever I find out. That is unless you want me to relieve you of duty now..." Gustave mentioned.

Harry thought for a moment. "On duty? Brilliant. Then is my next assignment to escort these two home?"

Gustave smiled and nodded. "It is. Carry on. I'll be there shortly."

With that, Harry held onto Gabrielle and Jean-Phillipe and apparated. They appeared back at the Delacour home. Immediately Fleur ran up and hugged Gabrielle and then Jean-Phillipe. She then hugged Harry when she saw he was with them. He returned her hug and felt the strange feeling of butterflies in his stomach when she hugged him.

"Where's is, Papa?" she asked.

"He'll be returning shortly," Harry answered.

"What happened?"

Gabrielle answered before Harry could. "Werewolves attacked the market. They targeted the owner of La maison des objets magiques de Molson."

Harry was thrown off that the translation charm didn't work at that moment but didn't stop to think about it. He continued to listen to the sisters to find out what happened before arriving with their father.

"They were looking for the creator of something. He's in rough shape," Gabrielle added.

Suddenly another voice caught them off guard. "That was Pierre Molson. He's currently at St. Andre's recovering."

"Papa!" Fleur shouted and hugged her father and Gabrielle followed suit.

After hugging his daughters, Gustave turned to Harry. "Grand work today, Harry," he said and patted Harry on the shoulder. "He was fearless and quick with his stunners. Not a moments hesitation. I could pull strings and get you into the French DMLE if you want."

Harry froze in that moment, unable to answer. Sensing his unease, Fleur spoke up. "Papa, let's let everyone calm down first."

Gustave nodded. "Very true. Take time to consider my offer, Harry. You'll have plenty of it."

Harry looked confused. "What do you mean?"
Gustave sighed. "Until this is over, I don't think you should return to England."

"Why not?" Harry asked.

Gustave stiffened his posture. "Harry, you knew who the lead werewolf was. You shouted his name. He most certainly knew you. I recognized his name as the one who scarred my now former son in law. He knows you're here. That could work to our advantage in apprehending him. He knows you're in France. He won't want the loose end. I fear it would make things worse if you returned to England."

Harry silently cursed to himself. "Shit!" It took him a moment. "You're right. Then they would follow me and everything would start over. We can't have that," he replied. "So what do you suggest, Gustave?"
"Stay here. No one else will know you're here. Especially in this home. Help us stop them and once the danger is gone, you can go home. Deal?"

Harry thought for a moment. He knew he had no other choice and whether he liked it or not, he was involved and had to see this through.

"I can't argue. You're right. Since I'm involved now, I'll help you," he answered and shook Gustaves hand.

Fleur whispered in his ear, "That is very selfless and brave of you, Harry. I'm proud of you." she kissed him on the cheek and sat down.
"Papa, what about the man who saved me and Jean-Phillipe?" Gabrielle asked.

"He's at the DMLE until we get all the information he has. When Pierre Molson is better, we'll be questioning him too. You should go when we do, Fleur. You might be able to help."

Harry left the room. He felt he was now stuck but hoped it would end sooner than the war did. So much for living in peace. He was regretting his decision to not leave right away.

A/N: TheLifeLongEditor, I hope you enjoyed your write in. Next chapter will have a time jump