Summary: Harry just lost his godfather and Dumbledore sends him to some one for help.
Disclaimer: I am a poor person who owns nothing you recognize from J K Rowling's books. I do own Marion, East Cape and all its inhabitants, and one very old bag of skittles.
A/N: This may make no sense. Sorry, deal with it. I took the liberty of making Harry a year older than he should be. I just felt like it. So sue me.
A/N2: So basically there are these people called the Warriors. They fight with swords and all that kind of stuff. You can't find them unless you are meant to. The headquarters is East Cape, which is where you would go if you wanted to train to be a Warrior. They have no magic but they are the strongest ally of the good wizards and witches.
Finding Healing
"I've already spoken to the councilors," Dumbledore said. He was walking across the training fields of East Cape, the home of the Warriors. For generations the Warriors and all good wizards and witches had been allies. The warriors offered non-magical protection and the wizards offered magical help whenever it was needed. Looking at the young woman who walked beside him across the fields, he was again surprised at how mature she was, how strong.
Marion was a Warrior. One of the best that East Cape had seen in a long while. She was tall thin and fair. Dressed in practical leggings and tunic that made her sword stand out. Although the scabbard was plain the hilt gave a hint to the amazing blade that it hid.
Dumbledore knew the story of her life, had known her father, though not well. He continued speaking, "They have agreed to let Harry stay here for the rest of the summer."
"But what has this got to do with me?" Marion asked. She was interested in meeting the famous Harry Potter. Stories about him had made it as far as East Cape. They shared a few similarities in their past. But she did not know why on earth Dumbledore had wanted to talk to her. One bright day in early summer he had come to talk to the councilors. Most thought it was about strengthening the alliances. And they were mostly right.
Later, it came out that he wanted one of his students to stay for part of the summer. During the summer most of the young Warriors were visiting family and many had patrols to go on. So now East Cape was fairly empty and quite willing to take on guests, even wizards.
"I told the council that I wanted him to learn the basics of swordplay as well as swimming and riding and any other skills he might need. I particularly wanted you to teach him riding. They said that Lenar would teach him most of the swordsmanship.
"But there is more," here Dumbledore paused. He stopped walking and looked back at the ocean. "Harry needs some help, although he does not know it. He can't really talk to me, and I know he doesn't talk to his friends. Not about this. You see, just before the end of the last term…"
Marion stood, Frozen, listening to the events surrounding the death of Sirrius Black, Harry's godfather. It made her ache, listening to it. Because it was too much like part of her own life.
"Like I said, he doesn't talk about it," he concluded. "I thought that maybe, since you have been through something very similar and he doesn't know you, he might talk to you. I think it would help him." Marion remained silent.
"I don't want you to feel pressured into doing this. I know it has only been a couple years. I leave it to you."
Marion turned to gaze at the woods beyond the fields, thinking. It still hurt. The pain was never far away. But this boy had just lost his godfather. It had only been a few months since Sirrius died. He would be hurting badly. Wouldn't she have wanted someone to help her?
Turning back to Dumbledore, she said, "I will help him in any way I can."
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