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Harry nodded. "Before, we used the local school's playground, but the teachers kept on interrupting, so we gradually moved to the park. It grew from there, and even other neighborhood children go there to hang out. That was the place where I spent most of the time when I wasn't doing odd jobs or in school."
Fleur eagerly listened. It was rare for Harry to be in a talkative mood, and she wanted to find more about her betrothed's childhood.
"And that's the house I grew up in." Harry stopped in front of number four.
"I understand why you're always out of the house." Fleur said. "It certainly looks boring."
"I know. It's nothing much to look at, with the houses all looking similar." Harry said. "It gets more exiting at night though. You'll be surprised how many neighbors think no one's listening or watching them, and I spent many nights wandering around each house."
"And acquiring things from each house when they're asleep?" Fleur teased.
"If it interests me." Harry shrugged. "What do you want to do?"
"I said I wanted to see what your normal day is like, so I'll just follow you around." Fleur said. "I'm kind of hungry though."
"I know a great place to eat, and it's free. The sandwiches are almost as good as Penny's"
"Really? Where?"
"Have you ever been to Hogwarts?"
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Hogwarts
The two had a very satisfying meal in the kitchens. The house elves were very eager to finally have something to do, and cooked far too much for Harry and Fleur to consume. They had even fought among themselves on who can serve their guests, and it ended with one elf serving one piece of kitchen accessory or utensil each.
Harry and Fleur found it extremely amusing to see one elf carrying a spoon, another a fork while another carried a salt shaker. A short line of elves had formed around their table, each carrying a small kitchenware accessory or utensil while eagerly waiting their turn to place what was on their hands on the table.
Halfway through dessert, Dumbledore's familiar Fawkes appeared before them in a flash of fire, carrying a piece of cloth in its talons.
"Took you a long time to visit." The sorting Hat said once it was deposited on the table.
"Harry! Is that a phoenix?" Fleur asked, unable to believe what her eyes were seeing. Phoenixes were extremely rare and she never thought she'd get an opportunity to see one this close. To add to her delight, Fawkes landed on the space between her and Harry, and instantly started to finish off the remains of Harry's plate.
"That's Fawkes." Harry said. He took the sorting hat and settled it on the center of the table. "And this is the sorting hat, Franz."
"Amazing. It's completely sentient?"
"Who's that with you Mr. Potter?" The hat turned to the female voice.
"This is Fleur Delacour, a student from Beauxbatons. I just want to show her Hogwarts." Harry replied.
"Good day monsieur Hat." Fleur said politely. She was talking to a thousand year old magical artifact after all, and she didn't know how to interact with it. She had heard from her father that Harry befriended the sorting hat, though she didn't know how.
"Call me Franz dearer." The sorting hat replied and tipped the edge of its brim to the witch. "It was about time you thief. I was dying of boredom in Dumbledore's office with only senile paintings and a bird to talk to, and the bird doesn't speak."
Fawkes' let out an almost menacing tone, causing the sorting hat to jump back. "It's not you old boy, it's just that you're not much of a conversationalist. You can't imagine how bad the suggestions of the paintings are for this year's sorting song."
"Where's Dumbledore anyway?" Harry asked.
"On vacation." The sorting hat replied. "No one's here right now, aside from Hagrid, but he doesn't go inside the castle unless if it's to talk to Dumbledore."
"Does that mean we have the castle to ourselves?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, I guess you do." Franz said. "Just make sure..."
Both hat and thief looked at the phoenix- it had suddenly let out a melodious trill. Fleur had finally given in to her urge since the magical appeared and started to stroke Fawkes' chest feathers.
"Just make sure to watch out for the paintings, especially that airhead Dippet. Dumbledore assigned him to report any disturbance in his office. That sensory blocking charm you used before wouldn't work. Dumbledore would port right in if Dippet noticed any disturbance." The sorting hat advised.
"Do you think sleeping charms would work?" Harry asked.
"There's only one way to find out." The sorting hat said. "Now put me in your head thief. I need to see what you've been up to since the last time we've talked."
Harry did so and while the hat wandered around his head, he turned to Fleur who was still busy stroking the phoenix. Fawkes was delighted by the attention and basked in her affections.
"Hey Fleur, how good is your disillusionment charm?"
"Child's play." Fleur replied instantly. "What are you thinking?"
"Just cast it on the both of us and you'll see." Harry replied. "Had fun in my mind, Franz?"
"You do go around you little thief. I wish I can go along to one of your adventures." The sorting hat sighed.
"I'm sure it will happen someday." Harry replied and patted Franz. He couldn't imagine being stuck the whole summer inside the Headmaster's office.
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"Hogwarts security isn't what it claims to be. I'm surprised at how easy it is for us to be able to break in here." Fleur said as she observed the Headmaster's office. They had appeared undetected by the paintings, most of them were snoring anyway and a sleeping charm with Harry's sensory ward made sure they would remain undisturbed. "At least we have personnel on the school grounds of Beauxbatons during the summer break."
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