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"I have theories, but I still haven't made any breakthrough." Nicholas didn't look happy. "I've spent months analyzing every bit and recorded Harry's memories, but I still can't explain how he does it!"

"And we also discovered he can fade another living being with him." Perenelle added. "I thought his skill can only transport inanimate objects."

"How did it feel?" Apolline asked the much older woman. Perenelle had accidentally been transported with Harry when the young boy tried to escape her hug.

"It was... very pleasant." Perenelle said. "It was a feeling of weightlessness, a much better sensation than apparition or using a portkey."

"Maybe I'll ask Harry to accompany in shopping this summer." Apolline mused.

"Dear, have mercy on the boy." Julian said.

"What's wrong?" Apolline asked. "I don't take that long!"

"Four hours is relatively quick." Julian admitted. He knew a few women that could spend the whole day shopping. "But you know how quickly Harry gets bored. And when he's bored..."

The adults in the room grew silent, thinking of what a bored Harry would do inside a shopping mall. The silence was broken when Fleur came in, excited since Beauxbatons officially ended the classes for the term.

"Mama! Papa!" Fleur hugged her parents and kissed Perenelle on the cheek.

"Welcome back flower." Julian greeted his eldest. "Excited to start your vacation?"

The teenager nodded, and a radiant smile formed on her face at the prospect of weeks without school. "I am Papa. Has Harry arrived yet?"

"We're expecting him any moment now." Nicholas answered, looking at his watch.

The Delacours and the Flamels waited patiently for nearly half an hour, with Fleur playing with her younger sister when Harry finally arrived. His clothes were crumpled, and a few twigs and leaves were stuck to his messy hair.

"Goodness!" Perenelle saw the state of her young ward and immediately headed to him to check if he has any injuries. Gabrielle was about to run to her idol but her mother restrained her.

"Harry!" Gabrielle settled for greeting the young thief.

"Hey Gabby!" Harry greeted the young girl and looked at Penny.

"I'm fine." He said instantly, eager to get Penny to stop fussing over him. Unfortunately Perenelle was joined by Fleur and Apolline, both of whom were concerned about the young wizard.

"What happened to you Harry?" Fleur observed her future husband. His robes had scratches and tears while a few twigs were stuck in his messy hair.

"I just got sidetracked a bit." Harry replied, enduring the three females fussing over his condition. "I tell you, Salazar's secret chamber is one big mess."

"Were you successful with your mission?" Nicholas asked once he was sure Harry was not injured.

"Yeah." Harry replied. He placed a bundle wrapped in worn rags on the table and quickly sat down on his usual chair and snatched a biscuit from a plate.

"I did as you instructed." Harry said as he chewed on the biscuit. "After the Basilisk infused the blade with its venom, I covered the sword with rags to make sure it wouldn't cut me by accident."

Nicholas removed the rags and carefully held Gryffindor's sword in his hand.

"As of now..." He whispered. "This is the deadliest sword in existence."

"And the perfect weapon." Julian's eyes sparkled.

Hogwarts

Albus Dumbledore watched the Hogwarts Express' progress as it disappeared from sight, the plume of smoke from its engine showing how fast it actually accelerated compared to a normal train. Beside him, the other teachers patiently waited in their seats, each lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, Albus returned back to his seat and observed the faces of his professors. It had been a relatively quiet year, but much of his plans for young Harry had gone awry and he couldn't help but wonder if this trend will continue for the rest of the Boy-Who-Lived's stay in Hogwarts.

He brushed his thoughts of the boy aside and focused on matter at hand. As expected, his current Defense against the Dark Arts professor decided to retire this year, on grounds that he had a family emergency. Gilderoy didn't even bother to attend the end of the year staff meeting and the feast, and instead rushed to Hogsmeade, dragging along his two heavy trunks.

The headmaster wasn't really surprised. The curse that Tom gave on the position was powerful, it never even break during his downfall. Of course, the other teachers were very happy with Gilderoy's departure.

Snape wasn't wearing his usual sneer and showing his disdain for his colleagues, Albus figured that his potions professor and spy saw their value and competence compared to Lockhart.

He sat down on his high back chair, necessary for his back and it also served as a perch for his phoenix companion when the immortal bird felt like dropping by.

All of the staff knew the Headmaster's habit, and his first agenda was always on the most difficult topic.

"Minerva." Albus began the end of the year meeting.

"Do we still have Remus' most recent address?"

"Headmaster! I must protest!" Snape said immediately, realizing what the headmaster was planning.

June 4, Paris, France

Nicholas closed the paper he was reading and looked at Julian, who had just finished speaking with his contact at the International Confederation of Wizards through the floo.

"Well?"

"It's as you predicted." Julian said, dusting a few ashes from his shoulders. "Dumbledore's using Cornelius Fudge to get Harry back into British hands. Fortunately for us, it would take a long time for Fudge to convince the ICW to drop the treaty. France has veto powers, and I'm confident that they would use it to vote down any proposals for amendment."

"Don't underestimate Dumbledore. He has considerable influence among the other members." The Master Alchemist warned."Then we should stop this media campaign of theirs before it gains further support from the British." Julian smiled. "I'll get Rita."

"Do you think Harry will agree to an interview with her?"

"That's why you're here." Julian smirked. "You're the only one he listens to."

"Hardly." Nicholas scoffed. "He only listens to me when he thinks it will further improve his skills in that hobby of his. Where's our young thief anyway?"

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