chapter: 39
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" does Betrothed mean exactly?" The boy who lived asked. He wondered why the old coot was getting so worked up with this issue.
"Harry... Betrothed means a promise of marriage. When you turn Seventeen, you will wed Fleur Delacour." Minerva said.
CRASH!
Griphook, Albus and Minerva looked on as Harry Potter dropped the glass sphere he was playing with, while he wore a shocked expression in his face.
"MMmariage?" Harry asked weakly as he completely lost his composure.
"But I'm too young to be married!" Harry argued. The young boy resumed his pacing around the room, but at a much faster pace than before.
"You won't get married immediately Harry." Minerva placated the panicking boy. "Being betrothed means that you will get married when you grow older."
"I don't want to get married." Harry said, crossing his arms. "No way."
"I am pleased that you agree with me Harry." Albus said. "I do not think it would be beneficial for you to be under the care of the Delacours, a family that you are not even familiar with."
That remark immediately caught the boy's attention and he narrowed his eyes at the Headmaster. The old man had warned him repeatedly of the old coot's manipulative ways and he could see it now. He decided to consult the old man and Penny about this and thought for a way to get free.
"How long will it take for Mister Delacour to arrive?" Harry asked.
"A few hours I expect." Griphook replied. "I received word that Lord Delacour is currently in a meeting with our counterparts in France."
"Can I go to the alley?" Harry asked as he turned his green eyes at his Transfiguration professor. "I've visited the alley once... and that was with Hagrid." The young boy stuck out his lower lip for added effect.
Minerva smiled softly as she stroked young Harry's messy hair.
"Of course you can, and I'll even go with you. It's a good idea, isn't it, Albus?" Minerva said as she narrowed her eyes at the Headmaster, daring him to say otherwise.
"I think it is marvelous idea." Albus Dumbledore said after seeing the look in his deputy's face. "Why don't you show Harry around the alley, and get an ice cream while you're there. I doubt Harry here would enjoy spending hours listening to the adults' negotiations."
"Let's go then Harry." Minerva said, standing up. "Now where do you want to first?"
"The bookstore!" Harry said eagerly, earning a smile from McGonagall and Dumbledore.
"Now don't wander outside the bookstore okay Harry?" Minerva said as her young charged looked around with wide eyes. "I'll just be at the café in front of the store. Don't spend all of your money, understood?"
The young boy nodded and headed towards the charms and jinxes section and the Trasfiguration Mistress headed towards the small café right in front of the bookstore. As she gave out her order to the waiter, her thoughts wandered back to young Harry's betrothal to the heiress of the Delacours.
Minerva was confused on what James Potter thinking when he arranged for a betrothal for his son. She grudgingly admitted that it would be better for the boy to experience proper love and care from a family, and the Delacours could provide him that.
Harry made sure that his current minder was busy reading the morning paper before he enacted his plan into action. He knew he had a small window to visit the old man and seek his advice. The young thief made sure that no one was watching him before he vanished out of the bookstore. There was much explaining to do.
"BOO!"
Nicholas Flamel sprayed the tea in his mouth to the morning paper he was reading and he immediately started coughing as the tea went into the wrong pipe.
"Harry! I told you to stop doing that! Do you want me to die?" Nicholas Flamel scolded the young boy.
"That was for not telling me what betrothed means." Harry said as he sat on the chair. "Now we are even."
"Who told you then?" Nicholas asked as he vanished the mess on his desk with his wand. A moment later his cup of tea refilled itself and he inhaled its aromatic scent before taking a sip.
Harry waited until the old man was happily taking a sip before he replied. He was still annoyed at the old man from hiding this from him. "From Professor McGonagall and the old coot. They told me at Gringotts where they would decide my guardianship after they caught me 'running away'."
The Boy–Who-Lived smiled as the daily prophet was once again soaked with tea. The picture of Minister Fudge was grumbling as it was soaked and started doing obscene hand gestures to the Master Alchemist.
"Would you stop doing that?" Nicholas complained as he vanished the mess again. He turned to the young boy and looked at him with concern. "What happened?"
"I was collecting the last of my toys from Privet Drive." Harry explained. "I was saying goodbye to that place since I figured I've found a new home here and my other safe house."
Nicholas smiled briefly when Harry said that he considered his house to his home. "What happened next?"
"The old coot happened." Harry muttered. "He explained to me that while I still considered the place where my mother's blood dwells my home, I would be protected from Voldemort."
"Blood Wards." Nicholas speculated. "Let me guess, when you said goodbye, the blood wards unraveled, drawing the attention of Albus."
"Yeah." Harry answered. "Then he brought me to Gringotts to discuss who would be by new guardians. I was about to go some family the old coot picked when the Goblin discovered I was betrothed to Fleur. Julian would take me as his ward."
"In a way, that betrothal helped you against Albus' plans." Nicholas said. "Would you rather live with some family you don't know about or the Delacours?"
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