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A Summer Escape	By : enchanted_nightingale Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6005 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Summer Escape

Author: enchanted nightingale

Beta Reader: pussycatadamah

Timeline: summer before 5th year

Summary: After his 4th year the Delacour's see Harry alone at Kings Cross and decide to take him to France where an unusual romance blooms between Harry and Rabastan Lestrange. But will it last longer than the first night?

Pairs: Harry Potter/ Rabastan Lestrange

Disclaimer: The characters from Harry Potter books do not belong to me. I merely use them in my plot for fun.

"Speech"

"(French)"

'Thoughts'

Honey moon ending

No 4 Privet drive:

Remus tried to not wince with distaste. He never liked Muggle suburban areas. He had nothing against Muggle architecture but he hated how everything looked alike. One thing the wizards were good at was standing out. There were no 'normal' wizards. He cringed when he sighted number four. It was no different than the rest of them.

"This is it," the werewolf announced to the rest.

"Let us get this over with," Moody told the team. The old Auror used the lighter Dumbledore gave him and put out the lights. "Tonks," he called out.

The pink haired witch cast a non-verbal 'Alohamora' on the door and the Order members slipped inside.

"This doesn't look right," Remus commented.

"Lumos!" Kingsley said.

They were faced with an empty house.

"I think we are in trouble," Moody muttered.

"You think!" Tonks replied.

"Now is not the time for sarcasm," Kingsley cut in. He turned to Remus who was looking around desperately.

Remus was frantic as he used his senses. "I cannot smell Harry!" he declared.

The others looked even more worried.

"He probably never came here, not since he left last September," Moody remarked.

"Dumbledore must know about this," Vance spoke up.

"And I would like to hear why no one thought to accompany Harry here from the station especially since Voldemort returned," Remus added, his eyes flashing amber.

No 12 Grimmauld Place:

"My Godson cannot just go missing!" Sirius shouted. He was beside himself. Remus had given up on trying to calm him down and Snape was wisely keeping quiet all of this time.

Albus Dumbledore rubbed his head. This was a fine mess they had landed in. He had been often condemned about his tendency to trust people. He had been foolish to think that Petunia had let go of her grudge. And in being so blind he had let down too many people, Harry first of all. The situation was eerily familiar to Tom Riddle's own.

"It seems the Muggle's just left," Moody cut in his thoughts and Sirius ranting. "Even the neighbours were surprised by how sudden it was. They must have been planning this whole scene for a while."

Molly started ranting about them and the missing teen.

"I stayed back and questioned the neighbours," Tonks spoke up. "The Dursley's moved out back on September fifth."

"Those horrible people!" Molly exclaimed. Arthur tried to calm her. The revelation only gave Sirius more to rant about.

"If the boy is not with his relatives then where is he?" Moody asked.

"The Dark Lord does not have him," Snape spoke up. "That much I'm sure of."

"Has he OWLed Ron or Hermione?" Dumbledore asked Molly and Arthur.

Both Weasley's shook their heads.

"Not that I know of," Arthur replied.

"Ron has been complaining that perhaps his relatives kept Hedwig locked again," Molly sniffed.

"This leaves us hanging," Moody said gruffly.

Dumbledore frowned. His eyes looked sad but there was a spark of anger and decisiveness in them. "I can deal with Petunia. See if you can find Harry. I can lend you a book on rare tracking spells." It was the least he could do.

Delacour residence:

Gabrielle managed to find Harry in his room. The teen was petting his owl. The snow white bird sat still except for the occasional loving nip she gave him.

"Bonjour," she chirped.

Harry turned his attention on her.

"Come on in," he beckoned.

"I haf not seen you much," the girl pouted as she climbed on his bed and sat facing him.

"I know, my fault," Harry told her.

Hedwig flapped her wings and went to the younger girl. Gabrielle smiled and petted her. "'allo beautiful," she cooed. The owl preened under her care and praises. It made Harry smile and the witch coo again.

"She likes you," Harry commented.

"Qu'elle est intelligente! (She is so smart!)" Gabrielle murmured. Hedwig pecked her and flew out of the window. The young witch turned to Harry. "I vant to go to the movies."

"Your pick," the teen told her. He felt that he owed her that much for neglecting her. He had been too engrossed in Rabastan and he rarely had time for her. Apolline, Armand and Fleur he could see them nights when he returned, even late. But Gabrielle was always asleep that late. "Give me a couple of minutes to get ready okay?"

The little witch nodded. "You pay," she told him authoritatively.

There was no denying her.

Harry laughed and nodded. "Of course."

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.

It was the first week of August when Harry felt a bit homesick. That was not to say he missed his relatives. But he missed Sirius and he missed his friends. He felt that he had betrayed them but putting them out of his mind for weeks on end. But he had been so content living with the Delacour's. They had taken more care of him than anyone else. Fleur was the bossy older sister, Armand the stoic figure that stole him away when the women became too much, Gabrielle the cute kid he wanted to protect and finally Apolline, the one who took him in, cared for his growth, tried to undo whatever she could from the damage his relatives and Voldemort had done him. And then there was Rabastan. Merlin! The man was a great distraction. He blushed when he thought how the older wizard who was twice his age made him forget about everything else. He still wondered when he dared to even go there, how a man like him even considered a scrawny teen like him as a lover.

He took out a piece of parchment and his quill.

"Here goes everything," he whispered.

It was a while later that Apolline was walking by the room and noticed from the open door as he tied the scroll on Hedwig's leg.

"Writing to your friends?" she inquired.

Harry saw his owl take off. He turned and faced the kind hearted witch. "I guess it was time I did that."

"It must have been," she agreed. Harry showed her to a seat she gratefully took it.

"Are you okay? You look tired."

"I'm not as young as I used to be. This pregnancy is hard on me. But it is worth every minute," she told him.

They stayed quiet for a while.

"Why did you not make me write back sooner?" Harry asked her.

"I am not a very good adult," Apolline admitted. "My girls are my friends first and then my daughters. I am not your mother. I cannot tell you what to do. Also, I thought you needed some time to recover. What those Muggle's did to you… I don't think they should even be called your relatives. That was cruel my dear boy. Nobody disserves that. Don't you ever forget that Harry."

"Thank you," Harry told her.

"You're welcome."

Rabastan watched as Harry danced to the music. He had decided not to stay in that night. The teen was all for going out and Rabastan took him to what the receptionist at his hotel this club was the right place.

"Join me!" the teen yelled over the music.

Rabastan stood and joined Harry on the dance floor.

"Hey," Harry smiled. He placed his arms around Rabastan's waist and swayed. "You look troubled."

"So do you," the wizard replied.

"September is close…"

"Only a month away," Rabastan cut him off.

Harry touched his face on the sturdy torso before him. "Too soon."

"I may have to leave France soon as well," Rabastan said then. "Let's just enjoy ourselves."

Harry just kissed him and he responded. He took control and plundered his tongue in that sweet mouth and just enjoyed the taste, trying to memorize the taste and every corner of that addictive mouth. Harry moaned and rubbed against him and Rabastan seized him and kept him still, making the teen squirm at having his relief denied.

"We are in the middle of a crowd," the dark eyed wizard broke the kiss to tell Harry.

"I don't care," Harry hissed and attacked his mouth again.

He was unable to control but Rabastan did not let control slip him. He pulled back to breathe and groaned at how Harry looked. He could really take him then and there.

"Merlin I love the way you taste," the wizard told the teen. "You drive me out of my mind."

Harry made a noise in his throat and pounced again. This time he wrapped his legs around Rabastan's waist and stayed there.

"I want to feel you inside me," he demanded of him.

Rabastan swallowed and took his wand out. After he cast a 'Notice-me-not' charm on them he Apparated both of them to his hotel room.

Harry pulled back enough to unbuckle his belt. Rabastan helped him take it off. When he got fed up he used his wand to vanish both their clothes.

"Much better," he muttered before he kissed the teen on the neck. Just like that all the lust and passion left them as Harry laughed, feeling ticklish.

Rabastan noticed and did it again, delighting in his lover's joy.

"Stop that!" the teen giggled as he was poked by a feather light finger.

"You are ticklish," Rabastan stated. He loved how Harry's eyes widened.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, love. You will find out that I dare a lot of things," Rabastan purred.

"Tickle me and I'll never sleep with you again!" Harry declared. He was lying and they both knew it but the teen was grabbing at straws.

But Rabastan decided that he loved hearing healthy, joyous laughter. He could have Harry writhing a bit later despite the teen's idle threat. For now he just set out to make Harry laugh.

No 12 Grimmauld Place:

Remus entered the kitchen when the teens notified him that dinner was served. They were all rather subdued since they learned that Harry was missing; Sirius most of all. He could be seen moping around the house when he was not hiding away in the attic with Buckbeak.

"Do you need help setting the table Molly?" the werewolf asked the Weasley matriarch.

"No," she told him as she waved her wand over the pot of stew.

"I have it," Hermione replied. She was helping set the table.

"Those are a lot of plates," Remus commented.

"Severus and Tonks are visiting. And Kingsley is staying for dinner," Molly replied. "Can you call Sirius down?"

"I'll get to it," Remus replied. He left the kitchen and headed for the attic. "Sirius?"

He heard the floor squeaking but got no reply. He entered with a sigh. His friend from school was a terrible sight. It looked that he had been crying again.

"Oh, Sirius," the werewolf said softly. He went and sat beside his friend.

"I lost Harry," Sirius whispered.

"We will find him again," Remus told him.

"Who does that Moony? What family abandons a child a sweet as Harry?"

Remus stayed quiet. "Come on. Don't dwell on that. After we find him you can ask him anything you want. Okay? Now let's get you ready and have some dinner, starving yourself will not do Harry any good. He will chew you out when he returns."

Sirius gave a dry laugh but he was not amused.

"And Padfoot? Behave. Snape is over for dinner tonight," Remus warned.

Sirius opened his mouth to say something but a glare from his friend shut him up.

"Good boy. Now let's clean you up."

"I'm not a dog!" Sirius complained.

Remus ignored his protests and calmly directed him to the bathroom.

Hermione sat beside Ron while she ate. Ginny was on her other side, being morose and quiet. The twins tried to lighten up the atmosphere with their usual jokes and ruckus but it was not very effective.

"I'm full," Sirius muttered.

Hermione dropped her fork and Ron gasped.

"Hedwig!" they both cried out.

That one word had the whole table up and running.

Hermione got to the owl. Hedwig was affronted from the tugging and pulling and took off the moment the witch untied the letter from her leg.

"It's from Harry!" the bushy haired Gryffindor exclaimed.

Her words made the whole room fall silent.

"I'll call Dumbledore," Snape spoke up and stood from the table.

Hermione tore the ribbon away and scanned the letter. Ron leaned over her shoulder trying to read at the same time.

'Hi guys!'

"This is all he has to say?" Hermione muttered a bit peeved at the casual address. Still the relief she felt at seeing the familiar writing was flooding her.

'Now before you get all upset and soon enough angry, know that I'm okay, well better than that. I'm feeling great!

The Dursley's never came to pick me up. However someone else did.

Promise not to get angry now. I don't know how to say this and Hermione if it helps I have already done my homework.'

Ron snorted and a few people smiled.

'I'm in France.'

The rest of the letter was forgotten when all those present yelled: "France!"

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