POV Harry James Potter
The past few days had flown by for Harry. In a way, it was a bit of a shame: so many good things all at once, so many wonderful things to see and feel for the first time, and all in the space of ten days. In his entire life, Harry had experienced about as much as he had in those days. But the most vivid, the most magical, was meeting Arleth.
Oh, as soon as their eyes met, the boy was struck by lightning, and something unknown, unexplored, pleasant appeared in his heart. It was as if a piece of his soul was tinted with the color of that green-eyed shade and belonged to her forever. Potter had heard of first love, though, and knew that most first loves were unrequited. And how glad he was when Arleth herself winked at him cheerfully, smiled openly, and then dragged him off to a cozy cafe where they sat for several hours.
They talked, laughed, joked, told funny stories, and they were not bored, it seemed as if they found in each other a part of themselves that they had not even suspected, but immediately recognized and acknowledged in their other half. What if not magic was this meeting? Fate?
It didn't matter, — these questions didn't interest Harry at all, but he created a few simple spells as his teacher had instructed, and when he was enchanted in any way, his Lumos changed color to red (magic) or green (potions), but the ball of light remained pearly white. Arleth repeated the same spells for him, smiled broadly, and then praised him, telling some very instructive stories about false love.
Unfortunately, the faithful Hedwig had stayed in Britain, and it was inconvenient to run to the post office every time. [Harry was unaware that literally any service could be ordered from the inn, including instant mail delivery using elven magic.]
Fearing that he might lose contact with the girl, he went to Gringotts and withdrew enough gold from his account to buy a set of looking glasses.
And then he bought some potions to restore his strength after his lessons. That way, they could always contact each other, arrange a time and place to meet again, or just chat late into the night, talking quietly in the dark, enjoying the voice with its slightly hoarse voice and charming accent.
But today was an important day. Usually, as Arlet explained, a girl does not bring a boy home to meet her parents right away, but her case is not unique, but rather rare. Mutual, true love at first sight, even though they didn't even know each other's last names or hobbies — they just saw each other's eyes, felt the magic, and everything was decided.
Harry later learned that Arlet had graduated from Beauxbatons last year and was now playing Quidditch on a real Quidditch team, not the most famous, but not below the level of the Peddle Cannons. The boy, upon hearing the girl's age, did not react at all, but for the fact that she was a professional player — very much respected. And afterwards, in the process of communication, she finally found out who her Arry was.
To the guy's shock, his portrait was not printed in France, like the other two guys. The three of them were mentioned, even talked about, but the magical photo on the front page was only of Fleur Delacour.
Anyway, they got to know each other very actively, and then Arleth took Harry with him, dusted him off for the purpose of his arrival, and also found out what kind of "lessons" he was attending. The guy was extremely shy, afraid that his beloved would condemn the debauchery, and even began to think that now that he had Arlet, it was worth it to stop visiting his teacher.
But the girl approved of such a friend, who decided to take care of the correct sexual education of the younger comrade, since the older ones were not concerned about it, and also strongly recommended to learn everything the teacher could give — it would be useful for both of them in the future. The words made Harry feel warm inside, and he wanted to hug and kiss Arleth again, and a strong confidence and anticipation settled in his soul.
As for this day, he would have to leave France the day after tomorrow — the vacation was coming to an end, and they would only be able to see the girl in the summer, so after a short thought and discussion, they decided (Harry simply agreed without objection) that Arlette would introduce him to her mother — Olivia Massenet — today. And presently they were approaching the door of her and her mother's house.
Harry saw that the girl first tried to ring the bell, but then pulled out her own key, opened the door, smiled invitingly and shook her head, and as the boy was about to enter, Arleth visibly twitched and froze.
Potter hovered for a few seconds, not understanding his friend's reaction, but then decided to follow her gaze: the girl was looking at the wardrobe, which revealed a quite recognizable coat (actually a cloak, but Harry wasn't that "civilized" yet, so he couldn't recognize clothes), but he decided he could well be mistaken.
Then the girl shook herself, as if to shake off a stupor, and strode resolutely into the interior of the house, and the boy stuttered and followed, not even bothering to take off his robes. When he reached the entrance of the small but comfortable living room, he heard Arleth's first words. The girl's tone was... strange.
— Mama, do you have a... guest?
Harry looked carefully into the room, literally over Arleth's shoulder, and saw a very beautiful woman with a very pleasant face and a "juicy" figure sitting on a sofa. Opposite her was the man whose coat had been found in the hallway.
— Oh, my dear, you are just in time! Let me introduce you to my guest and good friend... — Then the piercing blue eyes found him. — Though I see you brought someone of your own, hmm? — Harry liked Arleth's smile and now he knew exactly who to thank for a look he didn't know what to expect.
— Good day, ma'am. — The boy had no choice but to step into the light and say hello properly — he didn't want to spoil the first impression of himself. — My name is Harry James Potter.
— Hello, young man. — The woman smiled at him, then glanced at her daughter. — "You can just call me 'Olivia,'" another 'shot' at her daughter, and the woman's gaze shifted to him. — Or "Mom."
— MAMA! — Arleth exclaimed, and Harry, turning his head to her, was pleased to see that the girl was very embarrassed.
— Right. — The woman nodded, not taking her eyes off Harry. — Exactly, but you could use a little less expression.
— Grrrrrr... — the sound his girlfriend made made the boy shiver. — Stop embarrassing us! We can't get married yet! — Harry realized only now that his face was flaming and his palms were sweating.
Not knowing where to put himself, he shifted his gaze to someone he hadn't expected to be here and was met with a wide, disgustingly pleased grin. Hoshino looked like he had an unprecedented miracle in his hands right now, with which he would be able to do a lot of nasty things... fun, funny, but nasty things... especially to him, Harry. He didn't know why the comparison came to mind, but he was sure he wasn't wrong.
— My sweet daughter is so grown up, she brought a boy home! — The woman clapped her hands on her chest and looked at her daughter with a mixture of joy and pride. However, something did not make the boy fully believe in the sincerity of these words. — Can't I be happy for my little girl?
— Why don't you introduce your guest? — Arlet replied with a look of triumph that Harry didn't understand, straightening up and crossing her arms over her chest.
— Oh! This is my good friend Sora Hoshino. — The woman pointed her palm at the boy, who nodded at the girl and grinned at Harry. — A famous artist, a master of Eastern ritualism, and also just a pleasant man to talk to. And this is my daughter, Arleth. And let her be a little loud and even a little wild, but the girl is kind and good. — At these words the girl gave her mother a fierce look, but remained silent. Her blush had not yet faded.
— Nice to meet you, Mademoiselle Massenet, — Sora smiled normally at the girl, but when he turned to Harry, the latter had a premonition of trouble. — And Mr. Potter... who told his friends absolutely nothing! Ah, that's no good, Harry! — The Japanese shook his head in feigned disgust, embarrassing Potter even more, but shuddering inside at the thought of Ron and Neville finding out. — Oh, I'm sure when the boys find out that Harry is the first to have a girlfriend, they'll be 'happy' for their friend. — And there's that grin again, the one that smells of trouble.
— So you two know each other? — The woman was surprised and looked from one guest to the other.
Sora didn't take too long and started to talk about... a lot of things... and even if he didn't say anything directly, there were so many hints that Harry was literally covered in cold sweat every time, but he didn't. In fact, the evening at Massenet's had been difficult. In the sense that the teenager had been through a lot of embarrassing moments, a lot of things to hear and say, but in the end everything had ended very well. No, GOOD!
The thing was that Sora told him that he was going to open an orphanage for orphans of the magical world in Scotland, near his house, where they would raise children "for the future", what that meant Harry still didn't understand, and judging by the look on Arlet's face she didn't understand either, but the good thing was that Hoshino invited Olivia to the orphanage as an educator and teacher of "social sciences".
And the woman agreed, so by early summer Olivia and Arleth (who had decided to move with her mother) would be in Britain, and they wouldn't have to be separated for long.
For this news Harry agreed, and what was there, he already forgave Hoshino his jokes, the main thing — his girlfriend will be near, and he himself, agreeing with another proposal, has a chance to move out of the Dursleys, and move to Scotland, and then he and Arleigh can be together even more time. Harry Potter was even happier than when Hagrid took him to Diagon Alley...