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"Awoooo?" Harry asked and he shot a look at his fellow male students who were sniggering in their seats.

"Yes that!" Gilderoy encouraged his fellow celebrity. "Now raise your hands in front of you and do it again."

Harry muttered under his breath and raised his hands. "Awu..."

Gilderoy clapped his hands in delight. "Yes that's it!" He turned to the rest of the class and continued his fearsome tale. "Now, the savage werewolf had just swiped my wand in front of me... and I stood my ground and faced him... while a cold wind blew in my face as the full moon gave the surrounding forest an ethereal glow."

He turned to his fellow celebrity and grinned. "Now try to attack me Harry, and attempt to subdue me... without using magic."

"Huh?" Harry asked dumbly.

"Attack me... lunge towards me." Gilderoy encouraged his student as he struck a heroic pose, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest. "Try to incapacitate me."

"Okay..." Harry said. He eyed the celebrity professor in front of him and in a flash he kicked the man's shin... hard.

"Gahhh!" Gilderoy jumped up and down as pain seared up his leg while half the class burst into laughter. The Defense Professor started hopping on one foot while he massaged his bruised leg with his hand.

"Are you ok professor?" Harry asked, trying not to smile.

"I'm fine Harry... good kick." Gilderoy's eyes watered as he gave a tight smile. After massaging the pain away from his leg he stood up. "An unusual attack... I was giving you a chance. Try again Harry."

Gilderoy stood in a stance, ready for the young boy's attack.

"Again?" Harry asked as he grinned at the Defense Professor.

"Again." Gilderoy said. He faced the rest of the class and smiled again. "The Werewolf is known for its strength, and the one I wrestled with had arms as thick as my body. Go ahead Harry."

"Awuuu!" Harry raised his in the air and prepared to attack, raising his leg halfway up his body.

"I've seen that stance somewhere..." Hermione whispered to Padma. "In a movie... but I can't recall the title. We watched it this summer with Harry..."

"That's the spirit!" Gilderoy said happily. He prepared an attack on his feet again and he tensed his arms, ready to deflect the boy's left kick and wrestle him to ground using his superior strength and weight.

Harry jumped again and instead of using his left leg, he kicked with his right while in the air. His foot landed squarely on Gilderoy's groin, sending the five time winner of Witch Weekly's most charming smile award to the ground moaning in pain.

"Now I remember... the Karate Kid!" Hermione declared.

"Again. You're not doing it properly!"Julian scolded his future son in law. "You must learn to focus... you have the strength and willpower to resist, but your mind just wanders too much."

The young boy nodded and focused his shields again, ready for the mental attack. He stared at the blank wall, trying to ignore the gleam of shiny hair of Fleur and her amused face from the balcony.

"Legillimens!" Julian said as he waved his wand while staring at the young thief's eyes.

Harry felt the tendrils probing his mind, looking for signs of weakness. He clenched his fists when he felt the pressure in a particular spot increase and he tried to maintain his wavering shields. He tried to hold on and push back, but the pressure was too much and his meager shields collapsed.

Images of his current thoughts flashed through his mind, and he knew he wasn't the one in control. After a few more moments the foreign presence withdrew and Harry massaged his temple as he felt a headache developing.

"That was much better." Julian said, satisfied with Harry's progress. "Good work."

"I barely stopped you." Harry said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"But at least now you can detect when a legilimencer is trying to get in your mind. Unlike our exercises, you can break away the connection by looking away from their eyes." Julian said. He looked at the young boy and grinned. "Who was the girl Harry? The one with purple hair?"

"Just a friend." Harry muttered. He did not want to give any more information, since he considered the Tonks residence his fall back if he needed to run away at a moment's notice.

"What girl?" Fleur asked curiously as she stepped back into the study.

Harry started playing with his latest trinket, a habit he developed whenever he was bored or nervous. "Nothing Fleur... It's a figment of your father's imagination."

"You aren't cheating on me are you Harry?" Fleur asked as she crossed her arms and stared at the boy who lived. "Because if you are... then we will call the wedding off and you'll live with the weasels. Do you want that Harry?"

Julian smiled at her daughter's antics. The interactions of her eldest and the young Potter heir never failed to entertain him, be it a battle to destruction between legions of dolls and action figures or questions about married life.

"They're called the Weasley's Fleur." Harry replied.

"Pfft... It is the same." Fleur said. She tossed her silver hair and smiled as Harry stroked a stray strand back into place. "Now... who is this girl with purple hair? And don't say Papa imagined it, he does not have an ounce of imagination in his body."

Julian raised an eyebrow. He begged to differ... Apolline claimed he had a very creative and perverted mind in the bedroom.

"She's a good friend." Harry said, wondering why Fleur was asking these questions. He absently played with wisps of her hair, admiring the sheen it gave against the morning light. "She ... and her mum took me in before I met you."

Fleur eyed her future husband for a moment. "Very well Harry, but there is something you are not telling me. You should learn to trust me... Or else I will not cook for you when we are married... and you will go hungry."

"But you don't know how to cook." Harry pointed out.

"I was bluffing, future husband. Anton will cook for us..." Fleur said. "Fine... I won't play with you anymore..."

"No!" Harry said, his eyes going wide. He was enjoying his 'play dates' with Fleur, and the older girl was good at animation charms as well.

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