Tiré par les ficelles du destin jusqu'à Cannes
November 1, 1988
As the magical world rushed to cover up and hide the events in Little Whinging before it could turn into the largest breach of the Statute of Secrecy ever recorded 8 year old Harry Potter found himself walking the streets along the muggle magical divide within the city of Cannes. Despite being unsure exactly how he had found himself here, where here was, or why he was even here, he was just glad that he was no longer with the Dursleys.
Despite their efforts to beat his curiosity out of him Harry soon found himself walking the streets following instincts he wasn't even consciously aware of as he made his way unconsciously toward the magical district of the city. As he walks he looks around in wonder at the different noises and sounds and smells that fill the city, until before long he finds himself stood in front of a seemingly solid brick wall, but even as he questions himself for looking at the wall a loud caw echoes from overhead and he has just enough time to watch as a rather large and intelligent looking Crow flies seemingly right through the supposedly solid wall.
Gathering himself together Harry decides it's worth a try and steps forward finding himself stepping through the wall as the strands of magic tremor and part for him before snapping back into place. When he finally looks around at the city now revealed he is amazed as he seems to have stepped back in time compared to the rest of the city around him. Old shopfronts of wood and stone stretch around the city like spokes of a wheel all leading to a grand marble edifice in the centre which he can see guarded by what appear to be small rather vicious looking people clad in shiny silver and gold armour.
Stepping further into the street he keeps walking as if drawn to the marble building but before he can get more than half way he hears noises he is more than familiar with due to his cousin’s tender mercies. Without even realising what he is doing his entire body snaps in the direction of a nearby alley where he can hear the cries and he quickly walks toward them.
As he steps into the alley he sees 7 older teenage boys stood around a young russet haired girl that seems to be his age. Leaning down to the floor beside him he grabs up a large shiny bronze metal rod and without him even realising it the metal rod shifts and shapes itself in his grip to a form more inline with the heritage of his blood, a long gladius, reminiscent of the Potter and Peverell bloodlines duty as protectors.
As he advances on the boys he yells "hey! Leave her alone!"
At first the boys seem to ignore him saying in heavily accented French "why don't you run along pip-squeak before we decide to deal with you too" but this changes when one of them notices the glinting bronze blade in his hand.
In seconds they have all turned to face him except one who seems to have been delegated to watch the girl and all are pulling wooden sticks from their robes. Harry, however, doesn't understand the significance of this, insisting, "I said leave her alone."
He doesn't know what gave him the strength when confronted by these boys but it is like his blood sings at the pending conflict and he watches as they look amongst themselves completely unaware of his glowing emerald eyes or glinting, almost burning, bronzium sword clenched in his grip.
It is at this moment that the boys seemingly make a decision and a second later a nasty purple bolt of energy is rocketing toward him. As the bolt seemingly closes the distance in a flash it feels like forever to Harry and his mind flashes back to sports class. In an instant he swings the sword up and forward like aiming for a pitch and cleaves the spell in half causing it to dissipate harmlessly.
While the other boys stand stunned at his actions the young woman does not and seeing the opportunity strikes her attacker as hard as she can between the legs and snatches his wand before dashing toward Harry while throwing red sparks into the air with the wand.
Seeing their quarry escaping the other boys move to intercept her, but unfortunately for them as they step forward toward Harry to catch her, Harry steps forward and brings the sword around, the tip coming to rest on the throat of the nearest bully, their clear leader.
This brings them all up short, and for a moment, even Harry wavers, but then he remembers the stories he had read in the dark of night, of knights and warriors and Heroes, and remembers all those times he had prayed one would come and save him. The times he prayed one would appear and spare him the pain and the beatings, with this his resolve hardens. This girl may not be some helpless maiden, but he did come here to help her, and he won't let that be for naught
For several moments no one moves, the air charged with energy then Harry feels the girl behind him fist her other hand into his poorly fitting clothes and start tugging him urgently back out of the alley.
Turning to glance her way is all the excuse the older boys need to try and surge forward toward them and as they do so the look of sudden panic Harry sees in the girls blue eyes is enough to cause his already uproarious magic to surge out. In the space between heartbeats his magic forms around him and the girl, before rocketing outwards in a screaming surge of brilliant bronze, Metallic green, silvery grey and vibrant blue.
An instant after that every window in the magical alley shatters and the elder boys fly backward away from them as a dust cloud races out from their position. In the distance alarms start to ring and seconds later a loud clomping sound echoes as the guards from infront of the marble building appear in the alley.
Not sure of what is going on Harry turns to face the guards bringing his new sword up as he places himself infront of the girl. Under his shoulder he feels her stick appear pointed outwards even as her fist tightens. For several tense moments there is a silent standoff until from the direction of the older boys a black bubbling curse rockets toward them.
Without hesitation Harry turns his body and blocks the curse with the blade, but this time as the blade comes to rest pointed at the attacker something else twinges in him and a bolt of lightning lances forth from his blade crossing the distance and striking their attacker as a crash of thunder echoes throughout the alley.
Unfortunately however this all ends up being too much for Harry and seconds later he feels his already chronically weakened body that was being propped up by the excess magic he had absorbed today start to collapse. The last thing he sees is blue eyes shining with concern looking down at him as he collapses on the now blonde haired girl.
After Harry passes out, things both get easier and more dangerous; the young girl, her hair now shifting and changing into a silvery blonde, seeing her saviour collapse, immediately snatches up Harry's sword and, feeling the magic her maman had only mentioned to her swell up, feels a protective cloak of flame form around her and her saviour as she points the spell cleaving sword at the others in the alley declaring in French "you shall not harm us, I shall kill you if you try"
The goblins who had rushed the alley after believing someone was attempting to enter their bank through the adjacent alley pull up short at what they have just seen, it is not uncommon for them to see young wizards throwing magic around like it is nothing, but they have never seen one do so using an honourable weapon, let alone in effort of shielding another such as the young Veela before them.
They have seen wizards fight wars over the need to possess a Veela and they recognise the teens as members of a such a group, but the young man was no such cur, as shown by the defence of the young man by the young Veela who is not even old enough to begin even conceiving of the effect her allure may one day have.
It is this and the tingle of primordial magic that leads them to nod and then do something that is far beyond the normal for them, as they sheathe their weapons and move to help the young man and Veela back to their bank after first offering their magically binding oath of safety and sanctuary lest they find themselves at the wrong end of the still shimmering bronzium sword