Harry Potter And The Dark Order

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - in France

Rabastan walked into his hotel apartment. He stumbled over a discarded shirt he recognized as Harry's. He picked it up with a smile and shook his head. The boy was lazy and sloppy. Before Azkaban that would irritate him beyond words. Now he was not mad. He actually enjoyed it. He paused when he realized that sweet, sexy Harry was his first long lasting relationship; a little less than a month. It was pathetic for a man his age but his life was not normal.

His train of thought was interrupted by a muffled hoot. He glanced up and saw an eagle owl out in the balcony. It was tapping the glass doors. He recognized the bird and his face darkened.

With two strides he was there. The owl sat still as he got the letter and then flew, not waiting for a response.

Evrard,

Why the hell have you not made contact with me? It has been a month!

I hope you are enjoying it while you can because our dear Boss is close to calling us all back.

Get ready little brother. It will be a busy year.

R.

Rabastan scowled and crumpled the letter.
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"Les enfants, êtes-vous prêts? Nous partons pour l'Allée Parisienne dans une minute!(Kids! Are you ready?We are leaving Parisian Alley in a minute!)"

"Gabrielle, as-tu ta liste? Harry, es-tu correcte? (Gabrielle, do you have your list? Harry, okay there?)"Apolline called out. She was wearing casual, Muggle clothes and her belly was obvious. She was flustered and tapping her foot on the floor.

Armand was dressed similarly. "Calme toi chérie. Il n'y a aucune raison d'être aussi nerveuse (Calm down darling. There is no reason to be so anxious.)" he tried to calm his wife.

She scowled at him and Armand backed down. He really did not want to go up against her when she was in such a mood.

Gabrielle came barrelling down the stairs, dressed in a cute orange and pink sundress. "Je suis prête!(I'm ready!)"

Apolline caught sight of her and cooed and how pretty she looked.

Harry came down the stairs then, wearing jeans and a sky blue linen shirt. He stifled a yawn and smiled at the family.

"Good morning," he greeted everyone.

Armand escaped from behind his wife and went to the teen. "I did not think you would wake up so early," he spoke English slowly but clearly. His accent had gotten better over the days Harry had been staying with them. "You were out until late last night." It was not a reprimand in any way.

Harry blushed. "Er, Rabastan wanted to spend time with me."

"I have been young 'Arry," Armand smiled kindly. "Summer romances are always the best."

"Il est bien trop tôt pour ceci! (It is too early for this.)" Fleur grumbled as she practically stumbled down the stairs. She was impeccable and beautiful like always but it was obvious that she would rather be still sleeping.

Harry chuckled at how affronted Fleur looked. It had been early for him as well but he did not want to miss the opportunity to visit 'L'Allée Parisienne', the French counterpart to Diagon Alley.

The family used the Floo network to travel to a small coffee shop in one end of the Alley. Apparently the French had several points of entrance but the Delacour's favoured this particular café that was owned by Apolline's Veela cousin.