HP : TRIUMPH

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Hmm?" Harry lifted his head sleepily.

Loraine was hanging a couple of clothe items on the line she'd set up as a clothes line.

"I am." He said after a moment, yawning. "Pepper-up potions are what have kept me going all day."

He basked in the soft light of the evening, reclining back in the soft lawn chair.

"I have no idea what a pepper-up potion is but it sounds like Doctor Pepper mixed with 7-Up."

Harry snorted softly. Then he was grabbed from behind and hauled to his feet. He shot a glare at Dee who smirked.

"Take another of your mixed soda's and change cause we're going out to a club!"

Harry groaned as he woke groggily. His head felt hollow and he had a faint aftertaste of vodka on his tongue. He pushed himself up on his elbows and quickly realized he was on a bed, a sheet and thin blanket draped over him. He felt movement next to him and cautiously looked over. He had a bed-partner. Said partner was as naked as he was.

He paused to gaze at the person he'd obviously had sex with. Long blonde hair, tanned skin, and fair sized breasts. The young woman, for it was most defiantly female, was quite attractive, looking only a few years older then himself.

Said woman rolled over and cuddle into his side muttering about socks.

Harry slipped form the bed and gathered his clothes, tugging them on. By the time he was dressed the woman had woken and was stretching on the bed, arms above her head and giving him a very nice view which he took advantage of for a moment, eyes roaming. She offered him a seductive smile as she saw him looking and leaned over the bed to root through the pockets of what was obviously her purse. She pulled out a pack of smokes a second later. She offered him one but he quickly refused.

"I have to go." He explained, pulling his fingers through his hair.

"Cough up half for the room." She said quickly.

"Hotel?" He questioned.

She nodded as she blew out a cloud of smoke.

"Your car is right outside the door. You were sober enough to drive."

He offered smile and she offered her name, Alison, along with her number in case he was interested in going clubbing with her another time. Harry offered a polite smile, gave her enough money for half the hotel room and split with a wave.

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"Harry!"

Harry's eyes flashed to the left and with one deft movement he stopped the ball speeding in his direction. A person lunged at him and with a quick movement he had kicked the ball around the person and spun around them. With a hard kick he sent the ball shooting at the net. A man tried to intercept it but only his fingers brushed said ball.

A loud cheer rose and Harry found arms wrapping around him to lift him off the ground and spin him in a wide circle.

"We won." Randal cheered.

Harry laughed and poked at the man to let him down. Randal did so and they were joined with the rest of the team for a round of cheery congratulations.

.-.

Harry smiled slightly as he put the last finishing touches on his cake. The small flowers looked perfect if he did say so himself. He gave the large cake one last look over before he heard clapping.

He turned to find Apolline behind him in the kitchen doorway.

"Lady Declour." He greeted politely.

"I must say that is a most beautiful cake." The woman smiled brightly.

Fujita was staring hard at the woman and looked to be visibly stopping his eyes wandering lower then her face. Harry smiled at the compliment.

Apolline aimed her wand at him and he cautiously waited for what she would do. A spell was shot at his clothes making his apron detangle and his clothes become spotless. As he was only at the café for the cake he had not changed into his uniform and now wore some smart black slacks and an emerald shirt tucked into his pants. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbow showing off the small blue tattoo band on his left wrist and the black-red thick metal band on his right. Black shoes and his hair pulled back and braided showing off his ruby studs, finished the look.

"Oh you look great." The woman smiled as she aimed a spell to levitate the cake. "Hurry along now."

Harry blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"You are coming to join the party."

Harry had time to grab his red satchel before he was being shooed out the door.

"The party?" He question surprised as the woman pulled him from the café into The Bazaar.

"My daughter's Party, Fleur, like on the cake. I want you to come." She smiled, eyes sparkling mischievously.

He went to question her but did not get a chance as two guards came up on either side of them. One held out a glove while the other grabbed Harry's wrist. They were off in a flash.

Harry landed on slightly bent legs as the portkey dropped them on a lush green lawn. He looked up and took a moment to gape. They were in front of a huge mansion. The front yard was a magnitude of gardens and fountains and the house was whites and golds and blues.

Harry was ushered toward the house where the door was opened by a servant as they reached it.

"I'm home." Apolline called out cheerfully.

A tall man with dark hair and a small smart goatee came out of a room a few feet away, dress robes swishing behind him.

"Apolline love, I could have sent a servant to retrieve this delicious cake you were excited about." The man said in rich tones.

"I know, but I also wanted to grab this young man."

A delicate hand of hers on his back made Harry take an extra step forwards. The man's eyes fell on him. Harry bowed just slightly, eyes staying on the man's.

"Lord Declour." He greeted softly.

Harold had taught him some pureblood traditions and such and at the moment it was helping him stay calm.

"My I ask you name?" the man asked calmly, eyeing Harry oddly.

"I'm Harry Black-Potter."

The man's face read shock. A quick glance out of the corner of his eyes showed Apolline was just as shocked.

"You said it was Harry Black." She chided after a moment.

"I was trying to be discreet at my café." He murmured.

For a moment there was silence.

"He is welcome to join the party." The man said. "I am Alexander Declour, welcome to Declour mansion."

"Thank you for having me Lord Declour.

"Please, call me Alexander."

"Then you must call me Harry." Harry smiled.

Something between them opened, for Alexander smiled widely and gave a chuckle.

"Join me Harry, Apolline is going to fuss with the cooks to make sure they're doing everything right." The man said as his wife walked off talking to a servant.

"If I may ask sir, this is more then a birthday isn't it." He asked.

Alexander blinked then chuckled and pat his shoulder.

"Yes, it is." He grinned. "We have invited a great deal of young men from good families to this party. We're hoping my daughter Fleur will choose one."

"An arranged marriage." Harry frowned.

"No." Alexander shook his head. "We're just trying to get one of them to capture her attention in the hopes she will agree to it."

"Ah." Harry said thoughtfully.

Then he spluttered.

"Is that why Lady Declour invited me?!"

Alexander gave a booming chuckled and clapped his shoulder again.

"Yes. We tried to invite men only from well off families, but Apolline insisted on dragging you. At the time we had not known you were from an old Clan. She had told me that you had thrown off the veela charm like it was nothing and you were humble but magically powerful and magically tolerant. Our daughter is quarter veela and has some of the charm. We do not wish to have her marry a fool only captured by that charm. She is a strong willed girl and would not do well with a man who did not respect women either. Apolline watched you closely at your café and even questioned some of your staff. They had only good to say of you." Alexander smiled. "Now come. The party is already happening out back.

Harry nodded idly and followed. Indeed the party was already started.

The back yard had tents spread round with tables beneath, some with snack foods, some with chairs to sit around, and a few covered in presents. An open area had people dancing with a band a few feet away playing some more classical music. The whole yard was filled with young women and young men.

"She is coming of age. Seventeen yesterday." Alexander said softly. "So the party is quite large."

Harry noted that there were very few people over thirty and few under fifteen. Harry looked to be the youngest, but then again he looked older then fourteen so others could be younger but not look it.

"May I take your bag sir?"

Harry blinked and found a well dressed house-elf shifting at his feet. Harry pulled a few things out of said bag and stuffed them in his pocket before handing the bag to the elf with a thank you. Harry turned to find Alexander gone. He sighed and decided he might as well join the party, even if he was hesitant.

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Harry found himself under a beautiful tree a ways away from the music sipping at a glass of punch as he watched the twirling dancers. He was just out of their sight and shaded from the burning sun.

"What are you doing? Don't you want to dance with my sister?"

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