'Gabby and I found that body,' she told him. 'It was horrible, Gabrielle had nightmares for a few nights afterwards because of the magic she could feel there.' Harry frowned, looking a little worried. It was sweet of him to feel concerned over them. 'Dumbledore said that the Ministry wouldn't accept who he was,' Harry continued, kindly leading the conversation away from the unpleasant memory. 'Sirius' name won't be cleared, not until the Ministry open their eyes.'
'I'm sorry,' Fleur murmured.
'You have nothing to be sorry for,' Harry smiled at her. 'He was rather happy that Pettigrew was dead, I don't think he ever expected to be cleared in the first place.'
'You're in contact with him?' Fleur asked. Sirius Black was being hunted all across Britain and Europe, having any contact with him was very dangerous, especially when the Ministry was waiting for any excuse to act against Harry.
'He's quite safe and very well hidden,' Harry assured her. 'We won't get caught.' 'Good,' she told him, squeezing his hand tightly, 'don't do anything stupid.'
'I won't,' he promised seriously. 'Rita Skeeter's said quite enough about me for one lifetime.'
The patter of Gabrielle's hurried footsteps became audible as she neared the door and the end of the basement.
'Did I miss anything?' She asked, placing her hot chocolate on the floor next to the door. The white mug was coated with foam from where she had spilt it running down after them. No doubt her sister had left a nice trail all the way back up into the house.
'We haven't even started,' Fleur laughed. 'I was just about to explain to Harry what he's trying to do.' 'I read a bit about it at the start of last year,' her beau commented.
'Gabby will be learning about it soon anyway,' Fleur shrugged, 'so I might as well start from the basics.'
'You just want to play teacher again,' Harry smirked.
Fleur felt herself flush slightly, but didn't reply.
So what if I like explaining things to someone I know will listen?
'Go on Professor Fleur,' Gabby giggled.
'Hush class,' she responded good -naturedly, 'or it will be detention.'
'I don't think Harry will mind getting detention with his Professor,' Gabrielle snickered. Fleur drew her wand threateningly and her sister dramatically pressed her fingers across her mouth to indicate she would be quiet.
'Deflecting hexes is based off the effect created by two colliding curses,' Fleur explained. 'If two spells meet in the air, then they can ricochet off one another or just stop dead. You're trying to achieve a more controlled effect by projecting your magic through your wand to deflect spells away.'
'So it's like conjuring a mirror to reflect spells,' Gabby voiced.
'Gabrielle got it first,' Fleur remarked, amused.
'I already knew that,' Harry responded grouchily, 'and even if she did, so what? We're the same age!' 'Then you'll be able to deflect this,' Fleur smiled. 'Expelliarmus.'
Harry cheekily side-stepped it instead and Gabby giggled.
'I'll deflect it next time,' he promised, sliding his wand out of his sleeve. Gabrielle eyed the slender piece of ebony curiously. If she listened her sister could learn a lot about a wizard's or witch's magic from their wand, much more than Fleur could.
'You better, move a bit further away Gabrielle, you don't want to be hit by the deflected curse.' Fleur raised her wand once more and cast again, this time she used the Stinging Hex, just in case he needed some extra motivation not to let it hit him.
Harry flicked his wand casually in the direction of the approaching curse and Fleur almost sighed, there was no way such an unfocused attempt would stop her hex, even an underpowered one like she had just cast.
The Stinging Hex flashed back past her head and fizzled away against the wall. Fleur smoothed her hair, narrowing her eyes at Harry.
'You have done this before,' she growled.
'I haven't,' he promised, raising placatingly. 'I've only seen it done.'
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'Did you intentionally direct it back at me?' Fleur asked.
'Maybe…' His eyes glinted mischievously, and Gabrielle laughed.
'We'll have to speed things up,' Fleur decided, eager for a little revenge, 'care to help Gabby?'
'Of course,' her baby sister chirped. 'What are we casting?'
'Just very light Stinging Hexes,' Fleur instructed firmly. 'I do not want to explain to maman why we accidentally killed Harry in the basement.'
'Not very romantic,' Gabrielle agreed.
Harry shifted his footing and balance, raising his wand. Behind his glasses his bright, green eyes sharpened and froze. Fleur shivered slightly, he looked quite dangerous wearing that expression. She quite wanted to kiss him looking like that.
Gabrielle cast the spell at the same time as she did, Harry deflected hers, sending it hissing viciously off to one side, but Gabby's struck him on the hip and he winced.
'Not at the same time, Gabby,' Fleur told her sister. 'Sorry,' she laughed, watching Harry ruefully rubbing his hip.
'You're pushing too much magic into it,' Fleur corrected. 'You want it to be enough to redirect the hex, not to try and hurl it away from you.'
'Again?' Gabrielle asked, cheerfully raising her wand.
'Does she get to practise this as well?' Harry was giving her baby sister a flat stare.
'Not until she's older,' Fleur decided, ignoring the fact that Harry was the same age as her sister. 'Hex him, Gabby.'
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