Harry Potter and the Heir of Slytherin

Selene offered him a throaty chuckle. "Patience, amore," she said, leaning down without letting go of his arm so she could plant a kiss on his cheek. Harry scowled and turned away, more to hide the irritating hint of redness on his cheeks than for any other reason.

It seemed she still had a few tricks up her sleeve that she could use to get under his skin. He had not expected such a direct frontal assault like that.

Realizing he wouldn't get anywhere with her, Harry decided to focus on his surroundings while Selene led him to where ever she intended to take him.

His patience paid off, because less than five minutes later, Selene stopped outside of a movie theater.

Le Grand REX was a landmark of Art Deco style architecture. Built on the night of December eight in the early nineteen hundreds, it was considered one of the largest movie theaters in Paris and a national landmark.

Harry Potter found his gaze looking up at the top of the squarish building where a large tower sat. The tower was obviously built to inspire awe. It was a five story cylinder with eight pillars circling around it on all sides and another five growing inwards and getting taller as the tower grew in height. On each pillar was a headlight that Harry was sure would be on at night, shining their large rays of light particles to illuminate the big REX lights at the top. It was an impressive piece of work to be sure, more so since it was made so long ago when they did not have the construction equipment they do now.

"Come on," Selene said, dragging Harry's attention away from the architecture itself as she began leading him towards the building where a large line awaited them. Harry found himself very glad for his magically enhanced grace as it allowed him to keep up with Selene's supernatural gracefulness as she wove in between people in the crowd with little effort.

They soon found themselves standing in a long line with many other people who were waiting to get their turn at the ticket booth. Harry took another glance around the theater. Judging from the large poster above them and just below the tower, the most prominent film they were playing was Bram Stocker's Dracula, which was a movie that had just come out in theaters and was based on the 1897 book Dracula written by Bram Stocker.

"We're going to see Dracula?" Harry looked over at Selene, a single eyebrow raised questioningly. Selene smiled at him.

"It will be interesting to see what humans think of my kind."

"You do know that this movie is rated 18, right?" Harry frowned at her. Selene's smile just widened.

"Do not worry about that, amore," once again, Selene gave him a kiss on the cheek. Harry was pleased that he barely even twitched this time, though his cheeks did heat up some. "You leave getting into the movie theatre to me."

Harry was not sure what was more worrying, how perturbing her statement was, or the smile she had plastered on her face. Both were enough to cause a small feeling of trepidation to burrow it's way in his stomach and settle in his gut.

He could only hope she wasn't planning on doing something that would get them in trouble. He did not want to have to use his magic in front of all these people to get out of trouble.

Selene's plan soon became clear when they were the second to last people in line and Harry saw the person manning the ticket booth. It was a male somewhere around his late teens to early twenties. He was your average looking French male, nothing very noteworthy about him. His looks did not matter anyways. It was his gender that mattered.

As soon as they got up the front of the ticket booth and before Selene could even open her mouth, Harry stepped in front of her.

"I would like two tickets please," Harry switched to flawless French as he spoke, his voice pulsing with magic as the young Potter heir opened up the gates keeping his magic sealed away just a smidgen. What he was doing wasn't really a spell, but more like a direct application of his magic. Essentially, he was enforcing his will on another with his magic. He called it 'The Power of Persuasion'.

It was a technique he did not use very often, mainly because he did not really need it. Harry would also admit he preferred not to use it on people for the sole reason that he should not need to. His words and the conviction he spoke them should be enough to convince anyone of the validity and rightness of what he was saying.

Still, a part of him could not help but be amused at the way the man's eyes glazed over. Watching as the older teen's face became slack made him feel like a Jedi.

If only Lisa could see him do this.

"Of course," the man droned, his hands automatically passing over two tickets to Harry. "That will be 22 francs."

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