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Author:enchanted nightingale

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

Chapter 6 – Family Holiday

Harry felt elation at the sight of the Kings Cross platform. It was the first time he was getting away from Hogwarts before the school let out and the teen was for once happy about this. Neville and Luna had been great company but he really wanted to see his godfather again. In his last letter 'Snuffles' had written him that Remus would be waiting for him at the Platform with a hot surprise. Harry logically knew that it could not be Rabastan as Sirius did not know his name or how to find him, so Harry's curiosity was big.

Once they disembarked, Harry met with Neville's grandmother. Augusta Longbottom had come to take her grandson and the two Longbottom's would be taking Luna along. From their house she was to Floo to hers. The green eyed wizard parted with them there and as soon as they were gone he heard his name being called first in English and then in French.

Harry's eyes went wide. "Apolline! Armand!"

"You forgot moi!" Gabrielle pouted as she ran to him and hugged him. The little witch's parents and older sister were following after the blonde teen, along with Remus, who for once wore new robes, without a tear or mend on them. His face looked less tired too.

Harry, after every drop of life was squeezed out of him, was released by Gabrielle only to be pulled into Apolline's arms. Her eight month baby belly made for an awkward hug.

Armand took his turn next, Fleur followed and lastly Remus.

"How much you've grown," Apolline smiled and hugged Harry again.

"Apolline, he needs to breathe," Armand teased.

Harry's ears were burning.

"We had better get to a safer place," Remus cut in the greetings.

The green eyed wizard scrunched his face a bit. "Portkey?"

The werewolf smiled at Harry's grimace. "I'm afraid not Harry." None of them ignored Harry's loud sigh of relief. "We are taking a Muggle taxi."

"Thank Merlin!" the Gryffindor admitted.

"I'll take the trunk," Armand said, already reaching to shrink Harry's luggage and put it in his pocket. Hedwig was released and her cage had the same fate as Harry's trunk. Gabrielle grabbed hold of Harry's arm. Chattering a mile a minute, the little witch and Harry crossed the barrier and got to the Muggle part of the train station, leaving behind the curious gazes of many of Harry's classmates.

"I don't think we can all fit in one car," Harry commented.

"I go with 'Arry!" Gabrielle called out.

"Shall I chaperone them?" Remus asked the French couple.

"Be my guest," Armand told him while he steered Apolline to another car.

The group travelled all the way to Grimmauld Place, Remus all the while giving directions to the driver while Harry and Gabrielle talked about the time spent at their respective schools. The werewolf, when not paying attention to the road, looked with wonder as the two teens talked animatedly. Harry talked mainly English while the blonde witch used a mixture of mangled English and French. Still, they seemed to get along pretty well and Remus could see plainly that Gabrielle had a serious case of hero worship for Harry, but unlike Ginny Weasley, she thought of Harry as an older brother and not a crush. They made a very cute picture and once again the werewolf thanked whatever deity could hear him that the Delacour's were the ones to spot Harry in Kings Cross the previous summer and offered the green eyed youth a place in their home and in their lives.

"Remus?" Harry asked his honorary uncle. "Everything alright?"

"Everything's fine Harry," Remus assured the teen. "I hope we are not late. Your dogfather has been going stir crazy lately."

Harry snorted. "Oh, I'll bet."

"What's a 'dogfather'?" Gabrielle asked.

Harry, mindful of the Muggle present just winked at the little girl. "I'll let you in on the secret later."

"D'accord!(Okay)" she chirped and settled against him again, starting to describe her newest admirer back at Beauxbatons.

When they reached Sirius' house, Harry felt dread. He had not had the chance to actually ask Remus who else would be at Grimmauld for the break. Gabrielle happily tugged him towards the door. She and her parents had been told the Secret earlier in the day and Harry was surprised to realize that the French family would be actually staying at Grimmauld for the break.

"Sirius sent the invitations," Remus told Harry after he had taken care of the taxi fare. "Come on now."

Harry entered the Black home with dread. And he was right too. A huge black dog bowled over him as soon as he was in the hall.

"Unchienéenorme! (A huge dog) " Gabrielle exclaimed with glee. Then she seemed horrified. "It could eat my cat!"

"Sirius," Remus sternly called out his best friends name and the dog gave a bark, before he transformed into a man and continued hugging a flustered Harry.

"Siri! Did you have to lick me?" Harry whined.

"Oh! Pup, lighten up. Apolline! My beauty! You are back. And so is your husband!"

"Sirius," Apolline grinned. "I am a married, heavily pregnant witch."

"And I am married to a part Veela," Armand, ever the charming male, reminded the escaped convict.

"I had to try," Sirius told them with a roguish grin on his face.

Gabrielle went and poked the last male Black.

If possible, Sirius' grin got wider. "Hello princess Gabrielle!"

"Keep away from my Jiselle!" Gabrielle warned Sirius.

"Hey! I'm not a real dog! I don't chase cats," the Animagus defended himself.

The little witch kept pouting at Sirius who kept trying to cheer the girl up.

"Welcome home Harry," Remus told the teen.

The smile that lit Harry's face spoke volumes.

It was the best Christmas ever, Harry had decided after spending a week in Grimmauld Place with Sirius, Remus and the Delacour family, Fleur included.

While Harry was away at Hogwarts Sirius somehow got Kreacher to actually help him fix up the house. It was still dark and ominous, but the dark wooden floors were shining, the tapestries were impeccable, the furniture looked brand new, the spider webs were gone, along with the Boggart that had occupied the cupboard in the sitting room. Most of the darkest objects were removed from easily accessible places and the bedrooms were all renovated. The elf heads were gone as well, pictures of Sirius and his parents put up instead. Some of Regulus Black were up too. It was a different house that Harry returned to and the Gryffindor preferred it that way. Apolline approved too. She and Armand had been given a room and Gabrielle stayed in her own room next to theirs on the first floor. Harry had been moved permanently to Regulus' old room. A huge Christmas tree took up much of the space in the family room and with Harry chasing after Gabrielle and her kitten and Ciel and Hedwig joining in, it was a happy house. Most of the stuffy portraits complained, but when laughter sounded through the house not even Walburga's portrait complained.

Number 12 Grimmauld Place was also very busy. While none of the Weasley's had been invited to stay over, Harry saw the oldest of the bunch. Arthur was a frequent guest, so was Molly, whenever an Order meeting took place. Sometimes Harry also caught sight of Bill too. Sirius' cousin, Tonks was a frequent addition and Gabrielle's favourite as the female Auror paid attention to the young witch and her cat Jiselle. Fleur was over almost every day and she had spent the night a couple of times. She also met Bill once when an Order meeting took place and tried to avoid looking at the handsome Auror that went by Kingsley. The Order, whenever the members met, stuck only in the area of the kitchen and the members did not wander to the rest of the house, and Harry preferred it that way.

Malfoy Manor…

The fireplace cracked again and Rabastan looked up from the book he was reading. The family room he was currently in was one of the smallest and not blatantly opulent as other rooms in this house. His brother and their host, Lucius, were gathered over a chess board, the two men deeply focused on their game. Rabastan was willing to bet that some kind of wager was involved as those two were seldom so focused on their games. Narcissa was on a couch next to the one he was occupying, deeply engrossed in her own book. Draco was at one of his friends and Bellatrix had been sent somewhere along with Avery and Yaxley and for that Rabastan was truly grateful.

It was the first Yule celebration the Lestrange siblings were able to attend in years. The festive atmosphere, the good food and company (Bellatrix excluded in Rabastan's case) had done wonders to chase away even the last remnants of prison from the two men. The only downside was the frequent calls from the Dark Lord for his 'most loyal' as he frequently dubbed them. Rabastan's branded arm was constantly burning and aching and it was bothering the wizard. So far, Rabastan had refrained from making any comments against the Dark Lord or the pureblood mentality, but he had seen his older sibling shooting him suspicious looks. One time, Draco had caught him reading an article written about Potter that had Rabastan scowling at the author and not the subject of her ridicule. It was then that Lucius' mini clone admitted that the rest of the Gryffindor's and the majority of the school were shunning the Boy Who Lived, but Potter had developed relations with a couple of Ravenclaw's and a truce bordering on friendship with the Slytherin's. What Rabastan discerned from those words was that not all Slytherin's dreamed of a life of servitude under an insane megalomaniac and that Draco himself did not want to follow in his father's footsteps. The Azkaban escapee almost dreaded the day when Draco revealed those intentions to his family. After all, the day the Dark Lord would ask for the younger generation to be Marked, was approaching steadily.

"Check mate," Lucius drawled.

Rabastan looked up a bit and saw his brother glaring murderously at their host.

"You smug bastard," Rodolphus hissed.

"It's a matter of superiority, my friend. Some minds are simply better than others," Lucius replied, looking down his nose at his opponent.

"Now, now," Narcissa looked up from her book. "You are grown wizards…"

"Some victories need gloating," Lucius informed his wife.

Narcissa arched one of her delicate eyebrows. "And what was the bet this time around?"

"I just got back our summer house in Marseilles, France," her husband gloated.

"Well done dear," the witch commented. "It only took you fifteen or so years."

Rabastan and Rodolphus started sniggering their mirth while Lucius looked scandalized that his wife was ganging up on him with their guests.

"Narcissa! He was in Azkaban."

"Excuses, excuses," Rodolphus teased the blond wizard. He mock sighed. "I'll miss that cottage; but I have the chalet in the Alps to keep me warm."

Narcissa blinked. "What in the Alps?"

Lucius paled. "I can explain!"

Rabastan buried his face in the book again to hide his amused grin.

Yes, definitely the best holidays he had ever lived. And he had free entertainment as well. Life was good.

No12 Grimmauld Place…

Remus was exhausted after yet another full moon and a particularly hard transformation. The werewolf had been suffering from a cold and Sirius was teasing his friend.

"Honestly, Remus, I've never seen a werewolf sneeze," Sirius was smirking.

Armand chortled. "I do not think anyone ever has."

"It's not that funny!" the werewolf protested. "I'm in pain here!"

Apolline, kept a safe distance away from Remus lest she caught his cold, looked worried. "Did you take some 'Pepper-Up'?"

"Yes, two doses already. My healer reckons that I will suffer a bit," Remus informed her.

"Not as young as you used to be, heh old wolf?" Sirius mocked while he patted his best friend's shoulder.

Remus glared the dog Animagus. "You are four months older than me."

Sirius recoiled. "Lies! All lies!" he declared. "I'm young."

"You have the mentality of a child true," Harry chose that moment to enter. "And stop calling Remus old will you?"

"Harry! You are my godson!"

"Yes, but Remus can still kick my ass when we duel. You hardly try to graze me," Harry told his godfather.

"You wound me!"

"Sirius?" Armand spoke up.

"Yes?"

"The heart is the other way."

"I knew that!"

The people in the room laughed, Remus too, though he ended up coughing.

Harry sighed and shot the werewolf a pitying look. "You look a mess. Shouldn't you lie down for a bit?"

"I feel rather miserable but I have to eat," Remus replied.

"Go! Rest!" Harry bossed his former professor. "I'll make some soup and have Kreacher deliver it or bring it up myself, okay?"

Remus hesitated a bit but Harry stared hard, standing his ground until the older wizard relented.

After the werewolf had left for his room Harry tracked down the house elf to ask him to cook. Kreacher liked Harry considerably better than Sirius for some reason and readily agreed to make the soup while Harry now had time to reply to the letter Rabastan had sent him. He returned to the kitchen only to be accosted by Sirius. The man was bored and without Remus to hold him back he decided to pester his godson. Apolline and Armand were still in the kitchen, the witch nursing a beverage of some sort that helped sooth her aching back and feet.

"Oh! Another letter from your mysterious beau?" Sirius asked as he dropped down into a chair next to Harry.

"Can you let me read my letter in peace?" his godson asked.

"Did he write you an embarrassing poem?"

"No!" Harry replied. His lover was not one for poetry. That did not mean that the letters were not embarrassing. The contents were rather intimate and graphic and as Sirius leaned closer to peek, Harry's face blushed. "Siri!" he whined.

"Come on! Let your old man have some fun! I'm on the run you know. I cannot just go to the theatre! Or even a Quidditch game!"

"Not convinced," Harry responded.

"Come on Harry!"

"No!"

Sirius gave him a wicked grin. "I know some pretty embarrassing stories of you. I even have pictures!"

Harry glared. "You are bluffing."

"I have one particularly detailed photo of you, butt naked, playing with soap bubbles."

Harry glared harder before stopping and smirking. "Okay!"

"Really?"

Harry handed the latest letter to his godfather. The green eyed wizard knew when Sirius reached the part where Rabastan described exactly what he wanted to do to Harry and how.

"My eyes! My eyes!" Sirius yelled, relinquishing the letter to the rightful owner. "Pup! You are too young to be doing those things!"

"The ones described in paragraph three or the ones in five?"

"I did not get to finish paragraph three even!" Sirius yelled. He grabbed Harry in a bone crashing hug. "You're still a baby!"

"Sorry to disappoint you," Harry murmured in his godfather's bony chest, "But I was potty trained by age two."

Sirius sniffed a bit. "Not fair!"

"Ack! Siri! Air!"

The Animagus released the teen with a pout. Then he lost the silly expression and pinned Harry with a serious look.

"You are really okay with that older guy? Because all I need is one word and…"

"Siri!" Harry laughed. "We are okay."

"Good. And next time, ignore me when I'm a prat, okay? Or warn me! I might get a heart attack!"

Harry chuckled. "Fine," he agreed. "Can I write down my reply now?"

"Sure, sure," Sirius waved him off. "I'll go read a book or something."

Apolline, Armand and Harry, all stared at Sirius.

"I can read you know," the ex convict muttered as he stalked off.

"Baiting Sirius," Harry sighed. "My new favourite sport."

The spouses from France laughed.

"Presents!" Sirius exclaimed.

The only other person in the room that was happy about the early rise was Gabrielle. The witch was already at the tree, separating the presents into piles depending on the recipient. Apolline was half asleep and Armand had led her to a sofa and covered the still dozing witch with a quilt. Remus was on another couch, trembling and shivering despite the two blankets and extra warming charm on them. Harry and Fleur were both half asleep and half awake. They had gotten to bed only two hours before Sirius and Gabrielle barged in their respective rooms to rouse them. Ciel was spread out in front of the lit fireplace dozing despite the ruckus and Jiselle was lying against his belly, also asleep.

"That should teach you to stay up late," Sirius told the two youths even as he poured a generous cup of coffee for each of them.

"My precious," Harry sighed as he caressed the cup.

Fleur moaned. "I missed you so," she muttered into the cup.

Armand chuckled. "You two… Where did you go?"

"Dante's Playhouse," Harry replied.

Sirius yelped. "That place is still open?"

Harry hummed.

"It was amazing," Fleur agreed.

"We were dancing most of the night," Harry told the adults in the room.

"Just the two of you?" Armand asked.

"Girl's night out; of sorts?" Sirius teased.

"I can still hex you," Harry threw a half hearted glare at his godfather.

"With one eye?" the dog Animagus continued.

Then he yelped and just caught Fleur putting her wand away.

"Siri," Remus muttered. "Shut up. Let's just open the presents."

"Yup, then we can go back to bed," Harry agreed.

"Okay!" Sirius gave in. "I got one here for Armand."

Harry nursed his coffee and by the time all the presents were opened he had finished a second cup but still needed sleep. Still, Harry enjoyed the presents he got that year. From Armand and Apolline he got a camera that could take both magical and Muggle photos. From Gabrielle he got a nice collar for Ciel and from Fleur a couple of toys to spice up his sex life with Rabastan. Remus gave him a very nice book on defence magic (DefenceforTheGrey:AlltheBorderlineCursestheMinistryApproves) and Sirius gave him his very own enchanted bike to ride only after he got his Apparation license. Luna sent him a subscription to the Quibbler and a book on fantastical beasts in the Magical world (BeastsandCreaturesSeenandUnseen:TheAnthology). From Neville he received a very nice plant (It's a Dream Daisy, crumble the flowers and make tea. Works better than Dreamless Sleep Potion). Dumbledore had sent him another present that year, a book this time (WhatEveryYoungWizardShouldKnow:LovingaWizardandKeepingYourselfSafe). Finally from his lover he got a book (AnimaMagus:AguidetoSoulMagic) with an inscription inside (It is not exactly Ministry approved Harry so don't leave it lying around love), a new pillow for Ciel in a deep purple colour, and a cute snake like earring to wear on his ear and finally a small lion figurine with a note.

"What's that pup?" Sirius asked.

"Portkey," Harry replied. "For tonight."

"Hm, have fun then."

"I will," the youth replied.

"Ick! Harry! No details!" Sirius complained.

Harry laughed. He thanked everyone in the room for the presents they gave him. Then he braced himself for Gabrielle. He had gotten a nice white-gold chain necklace for her with various charms that had the girl squealing. To Fleur he gifted a French-English dictionary with flirt lines and pick up lines only that had the witch laughing, and a pair of earrings that had her hugging him to death. For Apolline he got a photo album for the baby and a nice bracelet for her. The first picture for the album was one of all the people in Grimmauld that morning. To Armand Harry bought an expensive brandy and a letter opener that could also detect curses, the latter of which the wizard had a habit of collecting. To Remus, Harry had given a set of robes and to Sirius he got a book (HowtobeanOlderBrother/Father/Godfatherandnotmaketheladhateyou:Do'sandDon'ts). Then he got Ciel his own bone, Jiselle a scratching post and for Hedwig a mouse-toy to hunt and play with. For Neville he had given a book for lack of any imagination (110WaystoDefend:Spells,PotionsandPlantsusedinDuels) and a picture he found of Lily and Alice from their students days, both witches smiling over a book. Harry sent Luna a pair of earrings shaped like shooting stars that sparkled and moved like real stars and a book on Muggle fairytales (AliceinWonderland). He had also sent a little something to Draco Malfoy, a collection of expensive chocolates, for his help that year and made a mental note to send Dumbledore some lemony sweets in return for the book, or perhaps a pair of socks with lemon drops on them. To Hermione and Ron he decided not to buy anything as the pair had not even said anything to him the entire year. However he still bought a present for each of the Weasley twins, a gift certificate from Zonko's.

"Alright there Harry?" Sirius asked his godson.

"Hm. I'll be more responsive after a few more hours of sleep, but I'm happy Siri."

The escaped convict drew the teen for a hug. "I'm happy as well," he told the boy. He ruffled Harry's mop a bit and went to help Remus when the werewolf started sneezing.

"Masters' Harry," Kreacher appeared with a 'pop' next to Harry's spot.

Harry tried not to show how startled he was. "Yes Kreacher?"

"The paper."

"Thank you," Harry replied as he reached for it. He scanned the titles almost bored when he caught sight of something. "No way!"

"Harry?" Fleur looked towards him.

A huge grin formed on Harry's face.

Umbridge Booted From Hogwarts!

by Miranda Sparrows

Yesterday evening Ministry employee and High Inquisitor of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry was caught red handed using a Blood Quill as punishment on a Hufflepuff student.

The Aurors were called in immediately by Pomona Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff House, and Headmaster Dumbledore to the school and apprehended the witch.

The student was carted off to St. Mungo's Hospital to undo the damage done from the dark artefact and twenty more Hogwarts students followed soon after for similar treatment.

As our readers know, and those who do not, Blood Quills are considered a torture device and thus banned from use unless used in formal functions to sign contracts...

For the full story see page 3

For the biography of Mrs. Umbridge see page 7

For the Ban on Blood Quills see page 7

For The Statements of Parents see page 8

"YES!" Harry yelled. "This is the best Christmas ever!"

That evening…

Rabastan was most anxious for Harry to arrive. He had not planned to actually see the youth during the break but as he had finished his latest task for the Dark Lord already, something to do with the Department of Mysteries; he decided to escape Malfoy Manor for a few hours and the company of his sister in law. Rodolphus said not a word to him, content to just have one of the family escape his wife's madness. Rabastan had managed to procure the exclusive use without anyone to pester him to the chalet in the Alps and two Portkeys, one for him and one for his lover. He already wore one of the present's Harry had bought for him, a thin chain made of white gold, holding a small charm in the shape of a jackal, laden with anti-theft charms and protective enchantments to keep the wearer safe. It was a thoughtful gift and he found mirth in the fact that he had done the same with the earring he had given to Harry. He kind of hoped that the teen would be wearing it tonight.

The clock chimed and with a swirl of colour Harry James Potter appeared in a heap in the middle of the sitting room.

"Bloody Portkeys!" the teen swore as he picked himself up from the floor.

Rabastan could not help the chuckle that escaped him.

Harry spotted him and a pout formed on his face. "Hey! It's not funny! These things are evil!"

The older wizard approached confidently and kissed his younger lover on the lips. "Happy holidays love. And as you celebrate the Muggle celebration, I believe a 'Merry Christmas' is in order?"

"You are pagan?" Harry asked.

Rabastan nodded. "I celebrate Yule."

"Happy Yule then?"

The escaped convict smiled. "Thank you Harry." He brushed his lips against his lover's and when he pulled back he noticed a sparkling earring hanging from Harry's left ear.

"Do you like it on me?" Harry asked. "I asked Armand to do the honours."

"The Delacour's are here?"

"Hm, all four and a half of them."

"The half is the baby?" Rabastan guessed.

"Hm."

"I love the earring," the older of the two admitted. He gently flicked the earring with a finger and then placed his mouth under it and sucked on Harry's neck.

"Rabastan!" the teen spluttered.

"I missed you."

Harry moaned as his lover started teasing his nerve endings. His neck was a particularly erogenous zone for him and the older wizard knew it. As Harry's head lolled to the side, Rabastan started leaving marks on the pale, unblemished skin, making the teen quite vocal in his appreciation.

"D-don't I- oh!- get a tour?" Harry panted as he tried to pry Rabastan from his neck.

"Hm, sitting room, three bedrooms one bathroom each, kitchen, den, storage room," the wizard recited.

"Um… don't I at least get a bedroom?"

"That wall seems sturdy?" Rabastan offered.

"Oh, Merlin, you're impossible!"

"I missed you," the older wizard admitted.

Harry kissed his chin. "I missed you too."

He kissed Rabastan again. This time on the mouth, his tongue darting out and teasing Rabastan's into action. The older wizard took the bait and the two stood in the middle of the room teasingly arousing each other till Rabastan pushed Harry back a bit.

"Have you eaten anything?" he asked.

"Rabastan?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up," Harry told him even as he pulled the older wizard to him and kissed him hungrily. He wanted to hide it but he had missed Rabastan terribly. Never before had he felt such need for another person. Whenever he was away from this man his entire being missed him. The few letters they managed to exchange and the fewer meetings they had had since they left France. It just was not enough. Harry had no idea if that was what relationships were like. And were he and Rabastan anything at all? They certainly were not boyfriends, right? Lover? Fuck buddies? Had they not agreed to part ways that summer? Yet they kept getting together and during those moments Harry was just so happy. And it was not the sex the teen was craving, well, his body craved it, but Harry just wanted to be in the same room with Rabastan and he felt chipper. He did not know many things about the older man save the little insignificant details, while Rabastan had later found out his real identity. Harry felt a bit vulnerable with the older man and so much more confident and cherished even though there had been no declarations of passion or love. Should he really be like this? Was he overly clingy? Was it the excitement of the first relationship?

A sharp bite on his non pierced ear and a softly uttered "Harry" brought the green eyed wizards attention back into the real world.

"Mm?"

Rabastan caressed the teen's smooth and hair free cheek with the back of his hand. "Whatever you are thinking now, can wait until much, much later."

"Okay."

And Rabastan was all over him again, kissing and groping and Harry let him take the lead. Any thoughts he had could wait for later, when he would be back at Grimmauld alone again and away from Rabastan's intoxicating presence.

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