Truths
"Harry Potter"
Harry suddenly felt lightheaded, it was over. Two weeks of success only to end in failure. He closed his eyes and felt dread encompass his body. He wanted to scream at himself. He had actually thought that by leaving the country that he would be relatively safe, instead he were arrested by french aurors. He must be in their ministry and while he wasn't that educated when it came to politics, he were quite certain that the french ministry wouldn't have any reason to not hand him over to the British one.
"I must say that I'm quite surprised to see you outside of Britain" The man behind the desk sounded intrigued. He leaned forward against the desk, the change of angle made it possible for Harry to notice his eye colour. They were blue. Cold as ice. "Do you want me to contact the British ministry?"
Harry closed his eyes. This was it. "Mr. Potter"
He met the man's gaze defiantly. "I'd rather you not" His tone was clipped. The man behind the desk chuckled at him and shook his head.
"Very well then, I shall restrain myself"
Harry's eyes widened in confusion, that was it? He looked at the man in incredulity. "So you'll let me go?" He tried to hold back the hope in his tone. The man gave him a smile, it went against his eyes. For while his eyes were cold, his smile was warm.
"I cannot with good conscience let you out on the streets again, you're a child" Harry bristled at him. "I'm fifteen"
The aurors who he had forgotten were still in the room, decided to remind him of their presence by laughing. "Yes, a fifteen year old child"
"So what? If you won't turn me in or let me go, what will you do? Do me in?"
The man's face darkened at Harry's words.
"I have no intention of letting you come to any harm Mr. Potter" Harry opened his mouth retort but was stopped by the man's hand. "Letting you live on the street is no solution, by the way you look it seems as if you've been living in bushes" Harry flushed at his too right description.
The man said something in french to the two aurors who quickly exited the room leaving Harry alone with the blue eyed man. He gestured with his hand and conjured a chair in front of the desk. Harry blinked at the seemingly wandless and wordless magic, he didn't know you could do that. Harry slowly sat down on the chair while looking at the table, admiring the pattern of the wood.
"It's mahogny"
Harry blinked and looked at the man in confusion who seemed to be sporting an amused smile.
"Why did you runaway Mr. Potter?" Harry blinked again, it was a simple question. He could decide to not answer, to lie or say the truth. With a sigh he came to the conclusion that he had nothing to loose.
"Two dementor's attacked me and my cousin, I used magic and the ministry sent a notice that I was expelled that my wand would be snapped. They quickly retracted it and sent me a summoning to a hearing. I decided that my chances were bleak and left"
Harry nodded to himself, proud of his truthful summary.
"You have quite the talent of understating things Mr. potter" Harry bit his lip and shrugged.
"The ministry is offering quite a sum of money for your return. They are painting you as an criminal mastermind"
Harry frowned at his words, he could be described as a criminal and while he didn't mind being called a mastermind he didn't actually think that the British ministry had any grounds to call him a criminal mastermind. Harry sighed. "I actually don't know the on goings right now. I couldn't find the magical community in Paris" He said with a grimace.
The man laughed and shook his head. "You were on the wrong side of Paris young man"
Harry buried his face in his hands. Of course. He felt more and more stupidly naive.
"I am ready to offer you shelter and arrange it so France can give you asylum here, is this something you would be interested in?"
Harry managed to choke on his own spit. He looked at the man with a wide eyes.
"Would this mean that I wouldn't have to go back to Britain?"
"Yes, you would be protected by the french ministry as long as you are on french soil"
"Why?"
The question was simple, why would he offer this? The man sighed and massaged his nose bridge.
"While the british may like to write you off as a lunatic, the french will not. There's been enough dark lord's and impossibilities that a resurrection is quite plausible. But even if that would be a lie, the fact remains that France owe the Potters for their sacrifice. Vol de mort had started sending raiders to France before his attack on your family and if he hadn't been stopped then France would have suffered to a greater extent than what it did. Many countries in Europe feels as France does. You Mr. Potter is a reminder that evil was stopped and can be stopped again, we would not be the only ones ready to offer you asylum"
Harrys jaw fell open the more the man spoke, it sounded truthful and Harry couldn't help but notice how he didn't seem as caught up with Harry being some kind of dark lord slayer, he metioned his family instead.
Harry took a deep breath and decided to yet again make the impulsive decision.
"Yes, I'd like to be granted asylum here - sir"
The man smiled at Harry before standing up. He looked down and nodded. "Then I shall make the arrangements for it, I will be forced to contact the British minister tomorrow to inform him of your asylum. Is that alright?" Harry swallowed before nodding.
"Take your bag, we shall floo to my home. We have guest rooms that we can house you in"
Harry stood up and took his backpack from the place where the auror had put it on the floor before leaving. He turned to the man a bit awkwardly.
"I think it's best if we floo together" Harry frowned, you could do that? He walked up to the man reluctantly. The man placed his hand upon Harry's shoulder before leading him into a big fire place. He threw the powder and said something french sounding before they were enclosed by flames.