Rune stone path

Avengers Assemble p2

Fresh off his success with the werewolves Harry left Remus at the manor and groaned internally as he saw the time. "Damn. This is getting to be a long day."

"Long, but rewarding from what Remus was saying, 'arry," Fleur said sliding in behind him and snaking her arms around to hug his back into her chest. "You secured ze werewolves?"

"As much as we can I think," Harry said nodding and leaning back into her. "You coming to this next one, ma rose blanche?"

"Ma rose blanche?" Fleur asked, the smile visible in her tone.

Harry shrugged and nodded. "I, uh, asked Gabi how to translate it best. You're the only one in the group without a nickname and your hair is silvery and…it seemed nice."

"It is beautiful, 'arry," Fleur said kissing his cheek. She sighed and pulled back. "Oui, I am going wiz you. We should really be on our way, mon amour. Amelia will meet us at ze office and I have ze portkey."

Harry nodded and turned around smiling. "Right. Last meeting for today." Fleur held out her hand with a silver gauntlet clutched in it. Harry raised his eyebrows at her choice of portkey.

"It seemed appropriate," she said shrugging.

Harry laughed and touched the piece of armor. Fleur tapped it and Harry felt the familiar tug around his waist. As they roared through the space between origin and destination Harry scowled at his continued inability to figure out why magical travel hated him and how he was going to fix portkeys to make sure he had at least one method where he didn't land on his arse.

All too soon, the portkey ride ended and Harry fell forward onto his knees. Grumbling out his frustrations he let Fleur help him to his feet as she chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, we'll see who's laughing when I come up with a runic stargate."

"I look forward to zat day, 'arry," Fleur said grinning.

"As do I, Mr. Potter," an amused baritone rang out from behind them. "Having to schedule an international portkey just to see my daughter will get old quickly I am sure."

"Papa!" Fleur shouted quickly moving to embrace Sébastien with a glowing smile. "Has Minister Bones arrived yet?"

"I have," Amelia said nodding hello to the others as she stepped into the receiving room. "And, M. Delacour, depending on how well these talks go I imagine it wouldn't be much of an issue to have a permanent two-way portkey set up between Potter Manor and yours."

Sébastien laughed and shook his head. "Somehow I don't see that being an issue no matter what the results of this conversation. Considering my future son-in-law is 'arry Potter. When this young man can't get away with ignoring the rules he simply forces new ones that suit him!"

Harry winced. "You're making me sound like a Malfoy…"

"No, that fool bribes his way to what he wants. You have a silver tongue and allies, young man. The difference is subtle, but extremely important. Now, shall we move into the Minister's office and start zis talk?"

Amelia nodded and bowed her head. "Lead the way, Monsieur." Harry and Fleur followed along behind the two through the reception area of the French Minister for Magic. Harry took a deep breath seeing the foreign Minister smiling at them all and everyone took their seats.

"Minister Bones, it is a pleasure to meet you in person; the same to you, Mr. Potter and Mlle. Delacour. I am M. Louis Durant, Minister for Magic in France," the man said. "Now, shall we begin?"

"Certainly," Amelia said. "The British Ministry formally requests the assistance of France in quelling our…problem with Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort."