"My only other rules are: You must never do anything that brings discredit upon the Houses of Potter or Black; or me, personally.
"Next, you must never let a problem fester between us. If you have an issue relating to our 'family', I expect you to bring it to me... us... so we can discuss it and try to solve it, together.
"And next, we have two house elves at the castle with us, plus others at Potter properties. We three treat them as family and friends. Mistreating them is one of the fastest ways to really upset me."
Fleur nodded along and said, "I understand. Thank you for telling me."
Two minutes later, Sirius walked back in and said, "She organising it now. It'll be the apartment at the end of the hallway in the Lords' Quarters. She said there's only the one four bedroom apartment and it's the end one."
He then paused and thought a bit as he sat. Finally, he had a bit of a confused look on his face and said, "When I tried to explain about why Harry needed it, she actually laughed at me and called me an idiot."
Harry chuckled and said, "That's because you were treating her like an idiot, by trying to tell her why we'd need a four bedroom apartment. She already knew why, remember?"
Sirius had the grace to look a little sheepish. "Oh, yeah." A moment later, his eyes widened in alarm and he said, "Now I have to add a room for Fleur on the Potter floor, here!"
Harry grinned and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it out. It's not as if you're skint for room here. And you've got over three months before Hogwarts breaks for summer."
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When the Potter three returned to Hogwarts in more than enough time to first return to their apartment before dinner, they went as the Potter four. Fleur and her parents joined them.
Stopping with the Headmistress for a while, where Jean-Paul filled out and signed for his daughter to transfer to Hogwarts but be taught by private tutors, Marchbanks reminded them Fleur would need a set of Hogwarts uniforms.
"You have my permission to come up, tomorrow morning, to floo to Diagon Alley to be fitted," she told the four. "You'll need them to be Sorted and sorting is mandatory, even if you'll be undergoing private tutoring."
Then Harry and his two - his first two - escorted the Delacours up to the Lords' Quarters.
Once there, he led them down the hallway to the end, where stood a lone door with the number '11' upon it.
Remembering the procedure, he soon had himself and the three girls cleared for direct access and opened the door.
Inside, they were immediately greeted by Dobby and Betsy; who, on seeing they had company, bowed/curtseyed and greeted them in welcome.
The living room was wider and longer, there were now eight doors coming off the room, the dining room was larger, the table now sat eight with three each side and one each end and the kitchen was bigger with more storage. However, the office was about the same size as were the bedrooms, there was just one more of the latter.
Harry learned he had the 'Lord's' bedroom on one side, while the three girls had bedrooms side-by-side opposite. It was easy to tell which was Fleur's bedroom, as it was the one that wasn't already containing unpacked personal effects.
As soon as they saw that, Daphne turned to Fleur and said, "Give your effects to Betsy and she'll put them away for you."
It was Apolline who drew them out of her pockets in shrunken form and the elf popped away with them.
"So, Fleur," asked Harry. "Do you think you can be comfortable here?"
She smiled back and immediately hugged him. "Yes," she quietly replied. "Thank you."
When she backed away a little, he smiled and said, "Did you know your French accent is disappearing?"
"You're only just noticing that now?" asked Hermione.
"We noticed that at the Second Task," said Daphne.
Harry blushed a little and said, "I... had my mind on other matters?"
"Or you weren't paying attention," said Hermione.
"Hey!" he whined.
The Delacours watched on, amused, and relieved by it all. Here was a 'family' that were happy and comfortable with one another.
"Right," declared Harry. "I'm going to go prepare snacks for an afternoon―"
"Ah-hmm!" coughed the slightly high pitched voice of Dobby, interrupting.
When Harry whirled to where he heard the voice, as did everyone else, he saw Dobby standing there with his arms folded and the hand of the 'top' arm pointing the index finger at a large afternoon tea serving on the coffee table.
There was a large pot of tea, half a dozen cups, plates of little quarter-cut sandwiches - just as Harry liked them - plus sugar, milk, etcetera.
"Do-obs!" he whined.
"Master Harry be entertaining," snipped Dobby. "Master Harry be lettings Dobby and Betsy be doings elf work when Master Harry be entertainings. It be the rules!"
Before Harry even had a chance to argue back, Dobby had already popped away again.
"Damn it, Dobs!" he said the air.
Jean-Paul stuttered and tried, "Errr... Signeur... I mean, Lord Potier―"
Hermione, giggling, cut in and said, "Jean-Paul."
When Jean-Paul turned to her, she said, "Harry loves cooking. Dobby and he have different views on just who should be doing the cooking. Don't worry about it."
Harry grumped, "The ratfink little hobgoblin won't let me cook."
When the Delacours could see both Hermione and Daphne were trying to stifle laughter and were snickering behind hands, they didn't push it. They understood it wasn't their place and a demonstration of something they were unaware of was happening before them.
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After afternoon tea and the two adult Delacours left, Harry was trying to figure out something to do when Hermione and Daphne grabbed Fleur.
Hermione told Harry, "Us ladies are going to talk for a while. It's Saturday. See if you can convince Dobby to let you cook dinner."
Harry's eyes widened as he froze for a moment before he suddenly ran for the kitchen, yelling, "I'm cooking dinner tonight, you little mongrel!"
Fleur, stunned, was dragged into her room by Daphne and Hermione.
As soon as they were inside with the door closed, both Hermione and Daphne practically howled with laughter as Fleur seemed totally confused.
The first to calm down, as she was more used to it, Hermione said to Fleur, "Harry's relationship with Dobby is... odd. But, it works. You'll come to understand why it does in no time at all."
Still confused, but willing to learn why, Fleur asked, "'Arry likes to cook?"
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