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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'

"Parseltongue"

A Last Outing

No 12 Grimmauld Place:

Hi guys!

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

Now onto the important part…

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.

I'm in France.

Yes I wrote France. Unbelievable; I know.

I'm here with Fleur and her family. Apolline, who is Fleur's mother, has been great really. She's so loving and mothering that you just cannot not like her. Armand is understanding and stoic and really handy to have around, especially when Fleur and Gabrielle try to treat me like their own personal doll. It has been home for a month now and I like it here.

I know I should have contacted you sooner but I really wanted this to last.

I know I have only two weeks of holidays left. We are going shopping for school supplies soon.

I guess I will see you before long.

There is nothing more I can tell you really. We will talk when we meet.

Bye,

Harry.

Albus Dumbledore pushed his spectacles up his long nose and then placed the letter back on the table. The room was quiet as everyone waited for his response to the letter.

"Well?" Sirius was impatient.

"This was sent to Miss Granger," Dumbledore stated more than asked. He tapped his chin. "Two."

"Albus?" Moody asked. He was as perplexed as the rest of the Order members.

"Two days. You can find the Delacour household but we won't go to pick Harry up for another two days," the Headmaster decided.

"Is that wise Albus?" McGonagall inquired.

"Trying to be wise had me harming Harry too much already," the bearded wizard replied. "He deserves a bit of freedom. And if I remember correctly, Apolline Delacour was duelling champion from 1980 to 1985 in France. Harry is protected sufficiently."

Delacour household:

"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.

"I will take Gabrielle and 'Arry for robes," Apolline announced.

Armand nodded and pulled Fleur after him heading for the Apothecary.

"Madame Annemarie is very good," Apolline told the teens. "Hurry before the crowd starts to arrive. She works best when calm."

Harry followed obediently, feeling a bit apprehensive. He stood to the side while Apolline met with Annemarie who turned out to be an old classmate of hers. In turn the witch was delighted to meet him and Gabrielle and set to work immediately. She took great pleasure in making their robes as perfect as possible. Harry secured summer robes and winter robes for school, for casual wear, special occasions and just about any social function. He was exhausted by the time the witch was done.

Fleur and Armand were already waiting for them outside the shop. Harry was handed his purchases and then ushered to the bookstore.

"It has a British section," Armand told Harry. "There are many students who study in England. I believe 'Avalon Academy' is a very popular and prestigious magical university."

Harry merely nodded. He had not been aware of other schools in England besides Hogwarts.

The bookstore was far bigger than 'Flourish and Blots'. He was left to wander a bit on his own when he asked for it. He by passed all the shelves with French publications and headed for the British section. Sure enough he found it and followed his list. It had all the books he required and he decided to look around for a bit to kill time.

It was then that he noticed it.

There was a book under the 'Rare Languages' section. It was in rather good condition even if it was used.

He picked it up and skimmed through it. Harry noticed then the elegant snake designs on the top and bottom of each page.

"Impossible," he hissed. He caught himself using Parseltongue and looked around in alarm than back to the book.

'The history of Parseltongue and its Use in Defence, by Porcia Dido Slytherin'

Harry blinked. His eyes lingered on the name.

"What are the chances…"

"'Arry!" Fleur called out. He saw her in an isle a bit further in front of him. "Ve are done with Gabrielle's books."

"So am I," Harry replied. He scanned the shelves but there was no other book written in Parseltongue. "I'll take this one as well, come on."

"Vot language is this?" the witch asked.

"Parseltongue," Harry told her.

Fleur gasped but leaned close to see the rune like script.

"Interesting," she said but she did not linger on the subject. "You need ink and new quills, hurry."

"Of course I do," Harry muttered and followed her.

The next stop they made was to the pet store. Harry chose owl treats for Hedwig and Gabrielle considered buying a cat.

"You are a Parselmouth, non?" Armand questioned Harry.

"Er, yes," the teen replied. "Why are you asking?"

The wizard pointed to a snake tank that had several specimens on display and guided the teen there.

"Such pretty colours…" Harry hissed.

Immediately the snakes stopped their lazing about and turned to him.

"Speaker…"

"Is that really a Speaker?"

"What is a Speaker?"

"Doesn't he look like a featherless chicken?"

"Perhaps he is dinner."

"He is too big to be dinner."

Harry blinked as all of them started saying their piece about him. The teen rolled his eyes.

"They are not very nice," he told Armand.

"A nice gift you have there," the older wizard commented.

Harry shrugged. "I never thought of it like that. You know, I had a Basilisk bite me once."

Armand looked incredulous. "One of these days Harry you must tell me all about your adventures, preferably after my dear wife gives birth. I fear she might attack that Headmaster of yours."

Harry and Armand chuckled and moved on, Harry hissing a goodbye at the snakes.

"'Arry!" Gabrielle called out. She held a cute white and cinnamon coloured kitten. "See? I call Jiselle. Isn't she cute?"

"Very," Harry agreed and petted the kitten.

"Ve must get you a present," Fleur mused.

"Oui," Apolline nodded emphatically. "You kids go to Monsieur Fabien for ice cream. Go on."

Rabastan scanned the numerous shops held within the famous 'L'Allée Parisienne'. He was looking for a present for his Harry and was at a loss on what to buy for him.

He had not bought anything for anyone in years.

'Damn Azkaban,' he thought.

He stopped by a jewellery display. He grimaced. This was not good.

"Rabastan!"

The escaped convict turned, wand ready in his pocket to fire any spell needed. Rabastan was glad to see it was only Apolline and Armand Delacour.

"Good morning," he nodded at both of them when they reached him.

"Out shopping?" Armand asked.

"A gift for our dear 'Arry?" the witch grinned.

Rabastan tried to fight his embarrassed blush. "Um, yes."

"So are we!" the witch told him. "Well, you should join us. Armand was telling him how Harry can speak to snakes…"

Rabastan felt something coil in the pit of his stomach. He had a nagging feeling for a while now but all of a sudden all the pieces were falling into place.

His name was Harry!

He had green eyes!

He was still in school!

Attended Hogwarts!

Spoke Parseltongue!

All that was missing was the cursed, bolt like scar.

Panic unlike anything he had ever known seized Rabastan. He could not have slept with Harry Potter. The boy was being hidden by Dumbledore. He could not be roaming the streets of Paris. A feeling akin to denial settled in his mind. Rabastan felt like fleeing but a pat from the pregnant witch made him follow them.

"I was thinking about getting him a pet," Apolline shared her thoughts. "He was reluctant about a snake but he liked Gabbie's kitty.'here look at zis."

Rabastan was shaken out of his thoughts when a small cub was placed in his hands. It was barely ten days old. It butted his hand searching for food. Absently he heard the owner explaining how the mother was a magical wolf that was experimented on demand but the end result had not pleased the one who ordered the modified cubs as most of them died at birth. Rabastan petted the dark fur and smiled.

"It looks like his hair," he whispered.

Armand heard him and nodded. "We can take this then. You can give him the wolf. Apolline and I will take him the care products and a suitable collar."

Rabastan nodded and headed to the counter.

Harry ate the last of his ice cream with glee. A glance at the Delacour sisters revealed that they had enjoyed their shares immensely.

"This was great but Florean's is still way better," Harry told the girls.

Gabrielle scoffed at the idea while Fleur rolled her eyes.

"You British wizards and your fatty foods," the older witch commented.

Her sister was trying to make Jiselle settle in her lap when she saw her parents and Harry's boyfriend. She shook Harry's shoulder.

"Look!"

Harry turned and smiled at his lover and his friend's parents.

Rabastan seemed to study him for a while before offering the teen a smile and swooping down for a kiss. Harry forgot where he was when the older wizard did that. He just closed his eyes and let himself be swept away. That is until he felt a tongue licking his hand.

Green eyes blinked open and he stared at Rabastan's hands with wonder. The small black wolf cub made his eyes widen.

"Is that a baby wolf?" Harry gasped. He let the cub lick his finger and almost cooed at how cute it was.

"He's yours," Rabastan replied.

Harry looked from the wolf to his lover and he smiled when the baby was eased into his arms.

"So small…" the teen wondered with delight.

Fleur and Gabrielle leaned closer to look and were equally surprised by the animal. The kitty leaned close enough to smell the cub and then it licked its nose.

"So adorable!" the witches cried out.

"A present from me, Apolline and Armand," Rabastan told Harry. "Something to remember us."

"Unless I am Obliviated I don't think I could forget this summer. Or you," Harry smiled at him.

Rabastan searched something on his face and seemed to come to a decision. He kissed Harry again, this time making sure one of his hands came to hug his young lover and with soft touches he managed to excite the teen. When Harry was released from the kiss he could not take his eyes off Rabastan.

Apolline shared a smile with Armand.

"I'm taking Harry away for a while," Rabastan turned to face Apolline. The witch nodded.

"He should 'ave some fun," Fleur winked and the wizard smirked.

"Perhaps we should take 'Arry's things with us," Armand stated.

Rabastan blinked in surprise and finally nodded his thanks.

"Can Ciel come with us?" Harry asked.

"You found a name already?" Apolline asked the teen.

Harry shrugged. "I guess it seems right."

"Ciel is a baby. He sleeps a lot," Armand commented.

The groups parted and Rabastan led Harry to his hotel room.

No 12 Grimmauld Place:

Sirius was giddy as he watched the team that was going to retrieve his godson. Remus, Mad-Eye, Tonks and Dumbledore were the ones travelling to France with a Portkey.

"Stop messing with my hair," Tonks complained when he ruffled her hair one time too many.

"I'm just excited," Sirius told her. "I wish I could come with you."

Remus patted his back. "Don't get all worked up Siri. By night Harry will be with us."

"I know but still…" Sirius shrugged.

"-filthy mongrels! Tainting my home! Blood traitors!"

Sirius scowled as the shrill voice reached the kitchen. "Wait here Moony."

The werewolf sighed and nodded. He distantly heard as his friend had yet another shouting match with his mother's portrait. Molly shook her head behind Sirius and Remus wanted to scowl at her. Her row with his friend was starting to get even to him. The witch was mothering everyone, even those who had no wish to be coddled. She only barely had Severus escape her. Remus dreaded what would happen when Harry returned.

Dumbledore and Moody entered the kitchen followed by and angry Sirius.

"Are we all ready to leave?" Albus asked them.

There was a chorus of agreement as they all touched the hat.

"Lemon pie," the old wizard spoke out and the Portkey activated.

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