"I was only making ze comment about your wand because you obviously 'ave ze magic, but eet seems erratic, uncontrolled," Fleur said. "Did you ever 'ave it checked by a wandmaker to make sure it's compatible to you?"
"What do you mean?" Neville asked. "Wouldn't my father's wand work best for me?"
"Not necessarily. Wands which are crafted for a specific magical person work best," Fleur explained. "In fact some wands will actually fight against a person's magic," She held up her wand. "Ze core is a 'air from my Grandmother, but ze wand itself was made specifically for me around zat 'air."
"Mr. Ollivander said something similar to me," Harry said. "He said it's the wand that chooses the wizard. I must have tried a hundred wands before he found the right one for me."
Neville looked at his wand carefully.
"Here try mine," Luna said and handed Neville her wand.
Neville felt a warmth when he touched Luna's wand like he'd never felt with his own wand. He just sat and felt the wood between his fingers for a few seconds before he levitated a gobstone and started putting it through the hoops. Though he still wasn't very quick, he felt like the magic was smoother, easier to control. When his gobstone made it through the last hoop without spitting at him, he smiled at Luna and handed her wand back to her. "Thanks."
"You're welcome Neville," She replied as she put her wand back behind her ear.
"We have to be getting close to London," Hermione said. "We better get packed back up and changed into our muggle clothes."
Not long after that, the train started slowing down as it pulled into King's Cross Station. As they started to pull out their trunks, Fleur reached into hers and took out a book.
"Ginny, 'ere is a book zat will give you a better understanding of Veela," She said as she handed it to the red-haired girl. "I 'ope you and your brothers can use it for your mother."
Ginny took the book and tucked it into her own trunk. "Thanks. We'll do what we can."
"Harry, Harry," The voice of Molly Weasley cut through all other sounds on the platform as Harry stepped down off the train. He barely had time to roll his eyes before she had enveloped him in a hug.
"Oh Harry dear," Molly exclaimed. "How are you? You should have owled. I'm sure Dumbledore would have let you come home early. I know you must be distraught over what happened, but I assure you..."
"Mrs. Weasley," Harry tried to escape the hug.
Mrs. Weasley kept him locked in her hug as she continued, "We'll protect you. Now when you get to the Burrow..."
"Mrs. Weasley," Harry tried again to escape her hug. "Mrs. Weasley; PLEASE let me go," He finally said as he pushed his way out of her arms. Molly Weasley took a step back in shock.
Gabrielle was by her bondmate's side in an instance glaring at the Weasley Matriarch.
"Mrs. Weasley, I still have not heard a single apology from you for the Howler you sent," Harry said sharply.
Molly Weasley was about to reply when another voice appeared. "Excusez-moi, ees zere a problem 'ere?" Alain Delacour asked.
"This is none of your concern whoever you are," Molly said indignantly. She turned back to Harry and said. "Harry, for your own good, I can't let this harlot..."
"My mistake," Mr. Delacour interrupted with a glint of ire in his voice. "Let me introduce myself. I am Monsieur Alain Delacour. Ze father of zese two 'arlots as you say, one of which I do believe you also mentioned in a 'owler?" Mrs. Weasley's face turned red but the red quickly changed to a sickly green when Alain continued in a voice that was not loud but demanded respect. "I am also ze Deputy Minister of Magic of France. I ask you again madam, ees zere a problem 'ere?"
Molly Weasley is a woman who is rarely left speechless, but at that moment she was desperately trying to find a way to remove both of her feet from her mouth as she stared hopelessly at the man in front of her. She knew a single word from him and her husband would be out of a job instantly. All she could do was shake her head slightly from side to side as her mouth hung open.
"Zen if you will excuse Mr. Potter and my daughters, we must be on our way."
As they walked away Harry could here Ginny berating her mother. "You are the most clueless person moth.." He smiled as he took Gabrielle's hand and squeezed it.
"I love you my angel," He said. "I know she means well, but you are my family."
Gabrielle smiled back at her bondmate and nodded.
As they were about get to the Barrier separating platform nine and three quarters and the muggle world, a familiar face appeared through it.
"Harry," Arthur Weasley said. "Did Molly find you? She left Bill and me parking the ministry car and rushed in here," As he finished speaking Bill came through the barrier. Harry couldn't help but notice his eyes fell upon Fleur again.
"Yes sir, but I think you will find her a little off at the moment," Harry replied.
"Did she apologize?" Arthur asked as he looked at the blonde young lady beside Harry.
"Unfortunately no. In fact she was on her way to insulting Gabrielle again."
Arthur sighed and turned his attention to Gabrielle. "Miss Delacour right?" and when she nodded, Arthur continued. "Miss Delacour, I wish to apologize for anything that my wife or my family did to insult you. If you need anything specific to redress this issue, you name it and I'll make sure it is done."
"Thank you sir. My issue is not with ze Weasley family," Gabrielle replied. "Your daughter, Fred and George 'ave been very good friends. Your wife zough.."
Arthur nodded. He then turned back to Harry. "Bill told me what happened but ever since You-Know-Who has returned, I haven't had much of a chance to speak to Molly. I told her on the way here she needed to apologize but..."
"Thank you sir," Harry replied. "I think Gabrielle and I need her to apologize as well, but I'll leave that up to Gabrielle," Harry then remembered what else he want to speak to Mr. Weasley about. He looked over at Alain and said. "I would like to speak to Mr. Weasley for a couple of minutes. I won't be long."
"Of course 'Arry," Alain said.
"Sir," Harry started to Arthur as he motioned for them to get out of the way of the barrier. As the two of them started walking he noticed that Bill had stayed behind. "No flirting with Bill," Harry said to Fleur.
Fleur mentally chuckled at Harry. "E's ze one staring my love."
Harry turned his attention back to Arthur who was waiting for Harry to continue. "You know about the Basilisk I killed two years ago."
"Of course Harry. I was there when you brought Ginny into McGonagall's office. My family still owes you more than you can ever know for saving her life."
Harry smiled to himself as he just realized that Arthur had given him a way to give them the money. "I would like something from the Weasley family then."
Mr. Weasley stopped and looked at the ebony haired young man cautiously. "Is this about Molly? She's headstrong, but she means well."
"No sir, I think that is something that she needs to work out."
Arthur nodded. "Then what? You know I'd do anything for you Harry without it being part of our debt."
"In this case, I doubt it," Harry replied. "You see, Dumbledore gave me the rights to the Basilisk this year and we sold it."
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