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Ch 16 : Off They Go!
For Harry, it really wasn't as much about the idea of vacation as much as the real vacation itself. Harry hated going down the memory lane because, to put it simply, other than the last few months with Fleur, his life sucked. But yeah, his aunt and uncle had never deemed it necessary to take him to a proper holiday…so needless to say, he was quite happy when Fleur had asked him to pack up his bags.
There was still no clarity over the future of the tournament, though the other schools had been asked to remain at Hogwarts until something is finalized. The death of Dumrov was an affair that brought too much publicity and since the public had no idea whatsoever about Voldemort's return and their impending doom, there was a demand to continue the competition and satisfy their lust for blood. Some days, it occurred to Harry that maybe the wizards deserved it after all.
As dinner approached and all students made their way to the Great Hall, Harry began haphazardly throwing everything he owned into his trunk while Fleur quietly observed him from his bed. Harry paid her no mind until she had begun rummaging under his mattress and he had lunged at her. But Fleur had found what she was looking for and jumped up, out of his reach. "Now, now, 'arry, why are you so ashamed of your little collection?" she asked, waving his 'illustrious' magazines in front of his face.
Harry looked at her as all the blood in his body began defying the universal force of gravity.
"They are not mine," he said, not believing his own words.
Fleur laughed. "It iz good to know that my boyfriend iz a horny little teenager."
"Ha Ha," he snorted. "As I said, they are not mine. You can burn them if you wish."
"Ohoo," she mocked. "See 'ow faithful my little 'arry Potter is."
Let it not be said that Fleur Delacour never listened to one Harry Potter. Smiling to herself, she proceeded to do exactly what he asked her. She burned the entire collection he had bought just last year from Seamus into ash, and gave him a haughty smirk.
"'ow will the leetle boy satisfy his desires now?" she asked innocently.
When he did not respond, she began laughing maniacally. Harry could only mutter under his breath as he resumed his 'packing'. Fleur so loved pushing his buttons.
Unwilling to give any sort of explanation to anyone at all, they had decided to run away from Hogwarts in the dead of the night. It was relatively easy to sneak into the Beauxbatons carriage during dinner time but all the more difficult to get away at four in the morning. Arguably, the carriage was out of bounds for anyone after curfew, so Harry had just snuck in with Fleur to wait and 'help' her pack just like she did with him.
"What is this?" he asked, bouncing the plushy toy in his hand. "Do you still play with Mr. Toodles, Fleur?"
"Of course, 'arry…" she said. " The dog kind of reminds me of you."
Harry gave her a dirty look. "Me?"
"Oui. Don't you know? You look at me just like 'im whenever you are down." She told him, waving her wand in patterns as her clothes neatly arranged themselves in her bag.
Harry gave it up as a bad job and just laid down on her bed. It wasn't long before Fleur joined him and they were snuggling together. Harry grabbed her tight ass and began kissing her jaw. Fleur responded with her own ministrations as she pulled at his hair and bit his neck.
"Fleur?" he asked after a while, giving her a small hickey on her smooth skin.
" 'mmm? Do it a little to the left…just like that. Bite me there"
"Where are we going first?" he asked, allowing her wish.
Fleur pulled away. " Do you 'ave a place in mind, 'arry?"
Harry shook his head but replied just the same. " I have always wanted to see mummies."
Fleur smiled and said in his mouth, "Egypt it is then."
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Since they were snogging pretty much the whole night, there was no need for any kind of alarm…frankly, Harry remembered that it was not their first time when they were leaving the castle but Fleur worried that Dumbledore might have put some extra precautions to avoid just what they were trying to do and might intercept them.
As it was, they slowly crept out of the carriage and walked across the grounds to the Whomping Willow silently. It was a testament to the number of times Harry had been literally broken by the vicious tree that it was taking almost no interest in him these days.
"I was wondering…what is the point of keeping dead bodies preserved?" he asked, when they had almost reached the tree.
"Sssshhhh…." Fleur hushed, keeping a finger on her moist lips, "Do you want to tell everyone where we are 'eaded?"
Come to think of it, Harry wondered how her lips were so red and shiny even without any light reflecting off them. He observed that he had grown quite attached to Fleur's lips over the last few days…they seemed to have a life of their own lately. He had a sudden urge to touch those lips and he did just that.
Fleur, though, bit his finger and he yelped. Putting a hand to his mouth, she glared at him. Somewhat cowed, Harry looked down at his feet.
She kept moving with one of his hands in her grip and being on the side of caution, pulled the knot that stunned the humungous tree. She pulled him inside the small cave and kept walking. Apparently, Fleur was not a morning person if her silent yawns were any indication. The sound of their feet was the only sound Harry could hear until finally, they crossed the Hogwarts wards.
Fleur then pulled him in a hug and apparated away.
In the bedroom adjacent to the Headmaster's Office, Fawkes trilled as Albus Dumbledore gave a huge yawn.
"Keep an eye on them, Fawkes. But let them have their fun…"
Fawkes bobbed its head and vanished.
Albus sighed tiredly, "Children…"
…and finally went inside his blanket to take some much needed rest.
Harry decided that he liked trains better.
Fleur had told him that international Apparition or Portkey were monitored much more strictly than the domestic ones and so, they would be travelling by an aero-plane. Harry had suggested his Firebolt but Fleur refused to sit behind him on a 'paltry stick of wood' for hours. Harry had then argued that it would be much more fun than being cooped up with all the passengers inside a big metal box. Fleur had warned him that she could easily throw some fire on his Firebolt just like she burned his promiscuous reading material last night. Harry had then promised to behave and do exactly like she told him.
Fleur petted his head and took out his passport from her bag.
"Where did you get that?" he asked her. "I never applied for a passport."
Fleur smiled. "Magic 'Arry, Magic. I had thought that Hogwarts taught something in there."
"So you forged my documents."
"So?" she questioned.
"Nothin' I am just asking…I mean, did you do it yourself?"
"Of course, I did"
"I doubt Beauxbatons teaches these things in there…"
Fleur just sent him a glare. "Do you want to go back and return with proper documents?"
Harry thought a little on the demerits of doing something illegal and promptly shook his head in a 'no'.
The security guards were quite perplexed on seeing a fancy broom in his luggage but nonetheless, there were no rules against such things and so, they had not made a fuss out of it.
Once they were boarded on the flight, Harry could not help but feel excited a little bit…it was his first journey in a plane after all. Fleur had begun snoring as soon as they were seated, so he had nothing better to do than read some magazines and make faces at a nearby boy who was turning in his seat to look at Fleur again and again. When Fleur rested her head on his shoulder, Harry smirked at the jealous teen and pulled her closer.
He had heard that take off was the most exciting part of a plane journey but for the life of him, he failed to understand what exactly was so exciting about it. Finally realizing that he had nothing better to do than be bored for hours on end, he took a blanket and draped them over both of them. Soon enough, sleep overtook him.
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It was just before midnight when their flight landed in Cairo, the capital city of Egypt. Fleur decided that it would be best if they took a hotel room for the night and begin with their exploration the next day. Harry agreed wholeheartedly since he was feeling too sore from the long journey.
Thus, they called a taxi outside the airport.
"Where to going Madaam?" one of the many drivers asked Fleur. He was an old man with a small moustache and a good feet taller than Harry himself.
"Do you know any nearby hotels, sir?" she asked, ignoring the looks she was being given by the males present in the vicinity. Harry tried to shield her as much as his thin frame could.
"Eh, Eh…course I know…come come sit…take you to luxury hotal…."
They understood the somewhat strained English and boarded the taxi. The view outside was nothing short of spectacular for Harry. The city was brimming with lights and towers and the roads were filled with more vehicles than he had ever seen before. He couldn't see much of women anywhere though, unlike in London.
After a while, Harry noticed that the driver was looking more in the rear view mirror than straight ahead and wanted to punch the man for being so obvious, but Fleur had warned him against any kind of scene in the foreign country. Since magical ministry of Egypt was in tatters, it was mostly managed by ICW…and accordingly, both Fleur and Harry had entered illegally.
It, of course, wasn't uncommon for Wizards and Witches to ignore such rules and the authorities too had a tendency to ignore such violations but only till you were willing to not make any trouble…
"Where from Madaam?" the driver asked Fleur, just when they had finished crossing a particularly long bridge. "Paaris, London?"
"Paris…" Fleur answered.
"Ah…good city Paaris. I see Eeefel Tower there."
Fleur remained quiet, looking outside the window. Harry was beginning to feel that there ought to have been some good hotels near the airport…the driver sure seemed to take a little too much time in finding one. He also noticed that the lights in the area they were now travelling got dimmer and dimmer as they moved ahead.
"Who the kid Madaam? Your brother?"
Now, Harry really wanted to punch the man, but Fleur again ignored the nosy idiot, taking Harry's hand in hers. But before Harry could relax, the driver had spoken again.
"Why so quiet, Madaam? The kid giving trouble?"
"Hey," Now, Harry had had enough, "keep your eyes ahead and stop talking. How long before we reach the hotel?"
"Oooooooo" the driver mocked. "The kid speaks. Be quiet boy."
Before Harry could react, the car had suddenly stopped and the driver had turned and put a knife on Fleur's throat. Harry's eyes widened and Fleur could only turn and look at the sharp instrument resting on her neck. Harry gripped his wand tightly but was in a fix…the guy was muggle.
The driver looked at him straight in the eye and said, "Shut up boy eef you want to see your sister not dead."
"What do you want?" Fleur spoke very slowly.
"Oooo…nothing beautiful Madaam nothing…" leered the driver. "Just open your blouse and give old Rashid a view."
Fleur tightened her grip on Harry's arm. "Don't you think you are too old for such a thing, sir."
"Shut up slut," snapped the driver. "You open your blouse or I keel your brother."
Harry had had enough, but again Fleur stopped him. "Can I ask something first, sir?"
"You open your blouse whore or I will-" The driver stopped speaking. His eyes glazed over and his mouth hung open, a thin stream of drool coming out of it.
Harry looked at Fleur only to find that her eyes were glittering like nothing he had ever seen. She had this intense look of anger mixed with concentration on her face aimed at none other than the driver.
"'ow many girls have you raped before tonight?" She asked him in a tone that left nothing to oppose.
"Seven" came the answer. And Harry's blood boiled.
Fleur slowly took out her wand and pointed it at the man. "Confundus"
Her eyes weren't glittering anymore when she looked at Harry and touched his cheek softly, as the man turned around and started driving. "Take us to the Nile river," she instructed.
It took them half an hour to reach the designated place. In the meanwhile, Fleur kept her head on Harry's shoulder and held his hand as he simmered with anger that wanted a way out. "Don't worry 'arry…you'll see what I do to him," she said, rubbing his chest slowly.
When they reached the coast of the river and the car stopped, Fleur did not move from her position. "Now go and jump in the river. Do not try to swim back to the shore. Ensure that you die."
Harry's eyes widened to the size of saucers and he looked at Fleur aghast. The man opened his door and moved out.
"But Fleur…"
"Ssshhhh…" she hushed him. "He deserves it Harry."
Harry could not move himself as he saw the man do exactly like Fleur told him. He did not even look back once before jumping down to his death. The people around gathered and started shouting at each other in their language to save the one who had jumped…but no one did.
Harry could only look at Fleur's passive face as she came closer and gave him a kiss. "You will find many people who are worse than Voldemort 'arry…if you can kill 'im, why not them?"
"How can you be so…?" asked Harry, not getting the proper word.
"…ruthless?" she supplied. Harry could only nod.
"It gets better each time…"
Fleur, it seemed, was hell bent on giving him shock after shock that night. "You…you have killed before?"
Fleur nodded her head.
Harry had no courage left to ask her for a number. So he just sat there, until Fleur took him out, and ordered another taxi.
He had not seen this Fleur before that night. God!
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