A/N: At this point I don't have the spare time to transform this into a full story as much as I would like to. I did like the premise quite a lot so I decided to post this little one-shot.
Imala Heartwind felt her inner coyote stir once more sensing the wounded and possible prey nearby, this sense had been occurring more and more throughout the first week since the school year had started. Sighing in despondency at her failure to find the child the normal way, the obviously Native American woman took a breath of calm and focused. As she exhaled her other self came forward - though only into her eyes - and she gazed upon the playground of Surrey Primary looking for the telltale signs to help whichever poor soul was hurt.
Imala would consider herself the typical Native American, long silky black locks she continually weaved with several crow feathers and usually braided up as to not tempt the kindergartners she was teaching to grab them, wise brown eyes and a regal high angled cheekbones. She was obviously not from England, and would never have come here if it were not for one smart English boy getting a scholarship to USC, (University of Southern California) that smart boy was now her fiancé.
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As her gaze focused to the now found child, she tilted her head as she inspected the boy, Harry Potter, her mind recalled. The thirty minute recess period had only just begun so she waved one of the other teachers over and asked her to keep watch while she had an important conversation with a student. After getting the other teachers confirmation she silently strode over to him and had her suspicions confirmed as she placed her hand gently on his back only to have him flinch away. "Mr. Potter, if you would please come with me, we have some things to talk about."
He said nothing but silently followed her back to the colorful classroom and into the corner where she had set out her little 'office'. Imala spoke with Harry for some minutes trying to comfortingly cajole something out of him about his home life, it took a little time but he finally admitted he lied when he said the reason he didn't respond to his name on the first day, when he said he just couldn't hear her, was because he expected his name to be freak. To her astonishment he also told her about his cupboard, though she was able to hold back the anger of finding the house had four bedrooms so she wouldn't think she was angry at him.
The next bit of this conversation though is something the one Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore had never counted on when he placed those blood wards on number four Privet Drive.
"Do you really think of that place as home Harry?"
"No." Harry replied; this statement would have had no effect on the blood wards. However, the one little unexpected thing was a teacher with a muggle education degree, and standards for children speaking and then (later in school) writing full sentences.
It was automatic for the teacher, something she had been stressing since the beginning of the year. "Full sentences Harry." She admonished with a small smile.
"No Ms. Heartwind, I don't consider number four Privet drive my home."
A/n: I left it quite open so there is a lot of room to maneuver if someone wants to adopt. If I did it myself I see a bit of manipulative Dumbledore, the Native American magical is never covered in cannon so anyone could have a field day with it, her fiancé is never mentioned as magical or not (neither is their blood status). If someone does continue with this please PM me to let me know and so I can post where to find it here.