Aspect of the Wolf

Chapter 02: Room Twenty-Three

Vereesa was holding onto Harry around the waist, and while she has flown on mounts before, she has never flown like this before. It was a bit more uncomfortable then any flying mount she has ridden. Her favorites being the Dragonhawk that was excellent for long distances. She's ridden horses, hawkstriders, griffins, hippogriffs, and on a couple of occasions, Wyrens, but none of them had this remarkable speed this broom had. She looks down and could see so many lights glowing down below.

This world population was far larger than her world. She was beginning to wonder just how many people lived in this strange new world. Her world wasn't this populated. She could see countless lights from below, emitting in the dark. Vereesa couldn't help but feel just how isolated she truly was. While riding on this broom wasn't the most comfortable mount she's ridden, it was the fastest.

Harry continues to venture onward and quickly heads to the one place he knew he would be safe even if it were a risk. It was the only place he knew where to go. He would have headed towards the Burrow; the Weasley family ancestral home, but he dismissed that as quickly as he thought about it. Ron Weasley for starters made it very clear since Summer break has begun, that he wasn't welcome to his family home and has refused to say why. Harry was starting to guess that Ron believed he was mad and losing his mind and didn't want to spend any more time with him. Hermione Granger, his other best friend, was more interested in her studies than allowing Harry to spend time with him. That was so like her. She spent more time pressing her nose into books than bothering to know what was going on around her.

He would have gone to Sirius and try to spend time with his Godfather, but his Godfather was on the run as the Ministry of Magic continually looking for him. He was sure if he found his Godfather, they wouldn't be able to use magic, and he would only be putting his Godfather safety into jeopardy.

That left the only place went he could think of; The Leaky Cauldron.

The Leaky Cauldron was a wizarding inn, and it was open twenty-four hours. Tom the Inn Keeper ran it, and it was one of the most famous places in Briton. The only risk was by going to the Leaky Cauldron was the fact that there was a lot of eyes in the Inn and that meant people would see him. What was fortunate was that no one knew he had a companion and if people did look for him, they would be looking for him who was alone, not traveling in the company of a female. Harry thought about it, and he realized they could pass off as a young teenage couple. That would do well for him to blend in for the moment. He would still have to change his appearance, and his voice, as well as his scar, to prevent anyone from recognizing him. With the Death Eaters out there, it would only take a mere glimpse for them to see him and they would quickly run to tell their master.

Thankfully, it was already well past nine at night meaning that many people were either in bed or getting ready for bed. Hopefully, when he arrived, no one would take notice of his arrival. Harry hugs his cloak tighter and prays it was dark as it was when he first stayed in the Leaky Cauldron two years ago.

Harry quickly spots the Diagon Alley, and sure enough, the Alley had few people wondering the streets as many shops were closing up. Harry quickly descends to the back of the Leaky Cauldron. The moment he lands, he looks around, and to his delight, no one took notice of him. He, of course, appeared nothing more than another traveler seeking a place to sleep after a long journey.

Harry climbs off his Firebolt with Vereesa climbing off as well. Vereesa hugs her cloak and keeps her hood up as she looks around. Diagon Alley appeared a different kind of lifestyle to her own home. Much of it's resemble Silvermoon City.

Harry pulls out his wand and quickly waves it. He quickly changes his appearance to the best of his abilities. He knew Hermione would be able to do a fantastic job in changing his appearance. She was after all 'little miss perfect' and could never get a spell wrong. Harry, however, didn't know how well he did, but he succeeded in making his hair a dark brown color, and his glasses now made his eyes appear as if he had brown eyes instead of green.

Harry turns to Vereesa and quickly waves his wand over her and her appearance too changed. Her white hair was now a brunette; her cyan blue eyes were now a dark brown. Harry tried to do something about her magnificent beauty, but it was hard, and he could only do so much.

Vereesa turns to look at Harry who was changing her appearance with glamours.

"Let's go inside and get some rooms," said Harry with a bit of a heavy voice that wasn't his own.

Vereesa said nothing but follows Harry inside the Leaky Cauldron.

Unknown to either of them, from the shadows of the Alley, a wizard who was packing several cauldrons looked up and was eyeing the two carefully. He eventually shrugs it off as if he was imagining it and quickly wraps the stolen cauldrons in a bag and disapparates; too drunk to see and do things correctly.

Harry walks in and sees Tom the Innkeeper behind the counter waving his wand as the counter and other tables as the chairs were disappearing as the tables were getting cleared. Harry looks around and could only see two people other than Tom the Innkeeper. A wizard who face Harry couldn't see was reading the lastest of Transfiguration Today, as he was drinking a goblet that was giving off light vapors. Another was a witch who was reading the Daily Prophet where a picture of Cornelius Fudge was on the front page. Harry couldn't read the title, but it was clear Fudge made headline news about something.

"Can I get two rooms with single beds?" asks Harry keeping the hood over his face.

Tom the Inn Keeper looks up and stares at Harry.

"I only have one room right now that's available," said Tom.

Harry frowns.

"Does it have two beds?" asks Harry hopefully.

"Single," said Tom.

Harry knew this could be a problem. He's never really slept in the same bed with a female before, but it should be fine. He could sleep on the floor or the couch.

"How much?" asks Harry.

"Ten Sickles," said Tom.

Harry hands him a single Galleon as Tom gives him the key. Harry takes it, and he quickly leads Vereesa up the stairs before she let her curiosity got the best of her. Harry looks at the key and could see they were on the second floor. Harry opens the door and quickly goes inside. It was a basic room, with a bathroom and a single bed. There were a mirror and a dresser with basic condiments. Harry quickly waves his wand and disables the enchantments that could be used to spy on them. As soon Vereesa was inside Harry closes the door and promptly casts a locking spell on the door to prevent anyone from entering in the middle of the night.

The glamours faded away, and both Harry and Vereesa began to appear like themselves once again.

"I know you have questions; I have questions of my own. If we, however, start asking and answering questions we'll be up all night. We can do it tomorrow, for now, sleep tight. You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor, or in the chair," said Harry.

"You won't want to share the bed?" asks Vereesa in surprise as Harry hung up his cloak.

"Isn't that improper?" asks Harry as he turns Vereesa.

"It's not the first time I've shared bedroll with a male before. You should have seen how mages and dwarves are when they sleep near me. They tend to fight over who has the right to sleep next to me about who got to safeguard me as I sleep," said Vereesa.

Harry couldn't understand this, but strangely, he could see this happening. Vereesa was without a doubt gorgeous, beautiful and stunning. She would make supermodels jealous with envy just by being near her. Not to mention the countless males, single or married would throw themselves at her feet. Harry knew this because he saw the same thing happen to Fleur Delacour with her Veela charms. Many of the boys who threw themselves at her feet had girlfriends, like Draco Malfoy, despite having already promised to take Pansy Parkinson, he tried to gloat in his usual self to have Fleur accompany him to the Yule Ball.

"You sure?" asks Harry slowly. He's never slept with another female before and was unsure what to do. He knew if Ron were here, he would lose control of himself and strip down to nothing in hopes of getting some action. Harry remembers all the times Ron would make a fool of himself whenever Fleur Delacour was nearby. Harry didn't see it, but he heard how Ron made a bigger fool of himself when he attempted to take Fleur Delacour to the Yule Ball only for her to not even respond and walk out with her friends. Ron made such a fool of himself that Ginny, Dean, and Seamus had to escort him back to Gryffindor Tower where he was slowly snap back to reality and had to accept the fact no matter how much he grovels and begs, Fleur Delacour was never going to like him.

"I don't mind, plus I'm sure it would both do us some good if we're both in a bed," said Vereesa.

In response to this, she removes the cloak and robes and begins to remove her armor which surprising, was coming off quickly. She unclips her corset armor and reveals she was wearing a blue bra. She quickly slips off her armored boots before grabbing the waistband of her armored leggings and revealing that they were like armored Capri. Harry was surprised to see this; though made things very easy and straightforward. Vereesa easily showed she also had on blue panties and they were very sexy. Harry feared he wouldn't be able to control himself in the middle of the night.

Harry stares at her body and thought if she was gorgeous as she was once before, it was nothing how she was without her armor. Her body was the pinnacle image of perfection. Perfectly shaped, slim with no signs of fate, even her breast, once out of her armor, showed no hints of sag of any kinds. Her body was incredibly well toned and even more gorgeous.

She quickly climbs into bed and lays on her side without saying a word. Throwing the covers over her, Harry could only assume she was asleep.

Harry said nothing and knew it was best to get it over with and pray his hormones would not get crazy in the middle of the night. Harry removes his robes and quickly lays down with his back to Vereesa. Harry couldn't help but wonder how he was ever going to get some sleep. With Voldemort out there as he knew Lucius Malfoy or any Death Eater capable of kidnaping him in the middle of the night, he knew his paranoia was at it's highest ever. Harry was slowly wondering if he was turning into Mad-Eye Moody or channeling his spirit.

Harry didn't know when, but he quickly and easily fell asleep.

Harry woke up, and the bed felt empty. It took a moment for Harry to realize what had occurred yesterday and quickly turns around to see the other side of the bed was empty, and his mysterious elf friend wasn't in bed anymore.

"Hey," said Vereesa as the bathroom door opens and she revealed herself wrapped in a towel. Her hair and body were moist that said she was taking a bath. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I guess," said Harry. He slept better than he thought he would have. Harry sits up and stretches his arms a bit. He rubs his eyes and before grabbing his glasses and putting them back on.

"Why do you wear those?" asks Vereesa. Harry turns to look at her, and she was frowning at the sight of him wearing glasses.

"I can't see without these," said Harry as he looks at her. "I'm nearly blind without them. You only appear as a blur to me without them."

"Why don't you use magic to fix your eyes?" asks Vereesa.

Harry paused as he heard this. That thought never once accords to him. The only thing he's been doing with his eyesight is repairing his glasses. It never accorded to him that he could fix his vision himself.

"I don't know any method to heal the eyes," said Harry.

"I think I can help you, there is a way restore blindness in my world, if you're not one hundred percent blind that is, but it may be possible," said Vereesa.

Harry paused about that.

Then he realized there was another way. He's heard about it before. The Mind's Eye. The ability to see without your eyes. Harry's wonder if the ability was real. The question if it was real, who could teach him to look without seeing.

Harry leans down and thinks about it hard.

"How long you've been awake?" asks Harry.

"For an hour," replies Vereesa.

Harry looks at her in surprise and wonders who she was so adept at knowing what the time was. He needed spells to know the time.

"What time is it?" wonders Harry as he attempts to grab his wand to cast the tempos charm.

"It's five forty-three in the morning," said Vereesa.

Harry paused as he heard this. Slowly he grabs his wand waves it and true enough; it was exactly as Vereesa said it was.

"How do you know that?" asks Harry.

"I am over a thousand years old. One of the things I have learned to master is the flow of time," said Vereesa.

A thousand years old! Harry felt lightheaded at hearing that. He almost lost conscious just by hearing these words. She didn't look like it, but she sounded similar to a Tolkien elf; almost like Arwen. Did this make him Aragorn? Harry knew much about the Lord of the Rings; it was his favorite childhood book growing up. It was similar; he was a human and Vereesa was an elf.

"Does your world not have elves?" asks Vereesa in confusion.

Harry heard her speak and almost didn't hear what she had said for he was getting lost in his childhood books once again.

"Not really no, I only know of House-Elves, they are servant creatures who take care of a wizards household, other than House-Elves, I do not know of elves that live in this world," said Harry.

Vereesa looks at him for a few seconds before she sighs.

"That means I have no way to return to my world, there must be some way," said Vereesa.

"I do not know if there is a way for you to return to your world, but I think it might be possible. Sometimes there are stories of creatures and beings coming from other worlds that end up here, but then they disappeared. So it may be possible, we have to find a way; and I think I know a way," said Harry.

"You do?" said Vereesa in surprise.

Harry didn't meet Vereesa gaze and instead looks down and began to think hard. It was dangerous with serious risks.

"Is it dangerous?" asks Vereesa.

"It's not a way; it's more like a way to get answers. It carries great risk to the person who seeks the questions, with the chance they will be lost forever instead of seeking out what they wanted," said Harry.

Vereesa looks at him before she sighs. "I would be disappointed if it was too easy. Such a quest wouldn't come without great risks."

A hoot sudden broke their train of thought causing them to look at Hedwig. She was on the only bird stand in the room.

"Morning girl," said Harry with a happy face. He quickly swings his leg over the bed and walks over to Hedwig and strokes the side of her face as she gives out several hoots.

"She's a remarkable owl," said Vereesa who was watching closely. Vereesa couldn't help but admire the beauty of this remarkable owl.

"She is one of a kind," said Harry as he looks at his oldest and closest friends. Hedwig has always been there for him when no others would. He had his ups and downs with Hedwig, but she's always been there for him. She was his only real friend he had in this world, given how Ron and Hermione abandon him yet again.

"I think we got some time to answer our questions before our days begin," said Vereesa.

Vereesa couldn't help but wonder what trouble the young human before her. When she had woken up, she had turn to look at him sleep, and unlike when he was awake, he was able to sleep peacefully, almost like he had rid himself of a burden off his back. It was clear there something that was eating away at him, and it was starting to spread inside of him like a curse. There was something that was eating away at him, and it plagued him. Vereesa suspected last night was his first undisturbed sleep. She could see that his eyes were looking much better than she first saw him.

Harry gets up and looks outside towards Diagon Alley where his room was position over. Even if it was early in the morning, there were some people out and walked around. Harry could see no sense of danger or fear inside of them. It was as if their lives were undisturbed on what's going on around them.

"What is it?" asks Vereesa.

"Nothing," said Harry as he looks down as some shops started opening. "It's just – things are a bit too peaceful."

"Why is that bad?" asks Vereesa. Peace was something she would welcome right now, even if she were unable to return to her family and people, the idea of having a brief moment of peace was something she would cherish from the chaos of Azeroth at war.

"We've entered a state of civil war, and everyone is acting like there is no war going on," said Harry.

Vereesa looks at Harry in confusion.

"You're going to have to explain," said Vereesa.

Harry turns around and sits in the chair and sighs, rubbing his hand through his hair as he does so.

"It's a long story, I guess it's best to start with what I know and at the beginning," said Harry as he begins to tell Vereesa about the Dark Lord Voldemort and his rise to power. He told her everything, from his reign of terror, to his downfall that Halloween night, to his disappearance. How he kept trying to return and finally did so a month ago and made his return. He told her everything, from this plans and his desire and what he knew of the Dark Lord.

"So this Tom Riddle, this Lord Voldemort, is a Dark Lord who seeks to destroy everything and everyone in his way so that he can be the greatest Dark Lord in history?" said Vereesa slowly.

"Pretty much," said Harry. "He's obsessed with being the strongest and will kill anyone who threatens his chance to stand at the top."

Vereesa had sat down on the bed and was thinking hard and fast.

"Then I guess I can say, I don't think it was Voldemort and his Death Eaters who sent those Dementors to you," said Vereesa.

"What?" said Harry in shock. "If not them, then who? They are the only ones I know with the power to do so and have a reason who would want me out the way."

"Not quite," said Vereesa. "My government and the kingdoms I know aren't this corrupt as yours is, but from the sound of things, I would have to guess that your Ministry of Magic or someone high up inside of it, sent those Dementors. Most likely they were watching you and were attempting you to use magic when you weren't supposed to in an attempt to silence you."

"I don't understand, why would they do that? I have no problems with them," said Harry.

"You are intelligent Harry; I can see that about you. You aren't around the best people to bring out your best. You are more intelligent and smarter than you give yourself credit. You have told me much about you, and let me tell you what I see; your relatives have forced you to lower your grades and not for you to do your best in favor of their son. In your magical school, I can already see that you are curving your grades, so you don't hurt your friendship with your two friends. One who struggles with getting decent grades, the other who prides herself in her intellect but also has a hard time accepting others are better than her. You do this, cause you respect them and want them to feel good about themselves and no ruin what relationship you have with them, in doing so, you've only chained yourself. You are living in one cage and moving to another. For the first time in your life, stop returning to your cage, spread your wings and use your intelligence. Be yourself for the first time in your life, don't be what others want you to be," said Vereesa.

Harry looks at Vereesa, and as usual, he kept his face straight and blanked; this was the first time anyone has seen through his mask and deception. Since he has lived with the Dursley's, he was never allowed to excel well in his academic studies if he started to pull ahead of Dudley, his aunt and uncle would be furious and accuse him of cheating. So he did only well enough to pass his grades, and it was enough to make it appear like he was somewhat smart.

When he started Hogwarts, he quickly befriended Ron Weasley and only accepted him as a friend simply because he never had a friend before and wanted one. Ron however, struggle with his studies and Harry didn't want Ron to feel bad as he didn't have that same trouble with magic theory and practical magic. He was better with practical magic more than theory magic, and it was a given. When Hermione became his friend and joined their group, he was able to show some improvement in his academics, but he still had to curve his grade because Hermione hated anyone in their year who was better than she was. Harry remembers all the time Hermione would go off about Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin, and Padma Parvati and Sue Li from Ravenclaw. Those three witches were considered to be just as smart if not smarter than Hermione and Hermione had a hard time accepting that. Hermione didn't like them, and they didn't like Hermione either.

Harry couldn't show he was smarter than Hermione. The one time he tried to do his work correctly and regularly, Hermione snaps at him for not doing it 'correctly.' She made him redo it using her algorithm. Harry did so, and while the grade he got was an 'E.E.,' he felt his work would have gotten him an 'O' had he been allowed to do his homework his way. Because of Hermione, he wasn't allowed to excel at his own pace and force to excel at her own pace.

"Sorry, it's a habit," said Harry.

"I can see that," said Vereesa. "It's not a good habit. You need to excel how you wish to excel, not how others want you to excel."

Harry nods his head and begins to think carefully.

"What makes you think that Voldemort wasn't the one who sent the Dementor's?" asks Harry.

"It doesn't suit his style right now," said Vereesa. "It was clear that his return was meant to be as secretive as possible. With few people being aware of his return. Even if you manage to escape from his grasp during his rebirth, I seriously doubt he's going to do something that will bring himself any attention. He is going to do what he has been doing for the past thirteen years, and that is for him to remain in the shadows. He is going to make no moves against you. Instead, he'll use pawns to do that."

"The Ministry," said Harry slowly.

"That is correct," said Vereesa. "If this Lucius Malfoy is a loyal follower of Voldemort and he has the Ministry of Magic in his pocket, then you have to assume that the Dark Lord already has the Ministry of Magic in his pocket, even if they aren't aware of it. At the same time, you must now assume your leaders are your enemies. You must stick to the shadows. Why weren't you put in a safe house when you were sent home?" asks Vereesa.

"Dumbledore says I have to keep returning to my relatives," said Harry bitterly.

"Why?" asks Vereesa.

Harry said nothing. Dumbledore never told him why, only that he had to. Dumbledore never said anything why and preferred to keep Harry in the dark as much as possible believing it was for the best. It was now getting to the point Harry wanted answers, and he was most likely going to do something stupid and rash if he was going to continue to be left in the dark. He wanted answers, and if Dumbledore wasn't going to give him answers, then he was going to force it out of others by whatever means necessary. Harry could feel his anger starting to boil to dangerous temperatures.

"Seems this mentor of yours is keeping many secrets from you," said Vereesa. "With all that is going on, he should take you under his wing and train you to the best of his capabilities and train you to the best of his knowledge. The fact that he is not means something is going on, something he knows. Something that he doesn't want you to know. There is a great chance that he is going to sacrifice you to destroy the Dark Lord."

Harry opens his mouth to protest believing that Dumbledore would never do such a thing, but he closes and couldn't fault the logic in Vereesa's words.

"So what do I do?" asks Harry.

"You have to assume your leaders are now hostile and enemies towards you. I understand the Minister didn't accept the return of the Dark Lord and was from the start, in deny and believed you weren't right in the head, is that right?" asks Vereesa.

"Yeah," replies Harry. "Why would he believe I'm lying though; this is far too serious for me to lie about and I, not the type who generally lies."

"Most likely because he fears it is true that he is doesn't want to accept it. It's easier for him to accept that you're merely trying to start trouble and most likely trying to have him replace. Even if this is a lie and he knows it, it's much easier to accept than to admit that a powerful dark mage has returned and will plunge the world back into war once again when they are not ready for war. it is easier to remove the source of the problem then to accept a threat."

"That doesn't make sense, why would you want to get rid of the one who warned you of the danger instead of preparing to take on the threat?" asks Harry.

"Does he understand the dangers?" asks Vereesa.

"He should, he saw the damage Voldemort, and the Death Eaters left behind in the previous war," said Harry.

"That's not what I mean," said Vereesa. "I mean does he understand the threat. Did he witness anything that would indict that the Dark Lord has once again returned?"

Harry stares at her.

"The Quidditch World Cup," said Harry slowly remembering the events of last summer. "Death Eaters attack the camps and another fired the Dark Mark into the sky."

"What do you know about this event? What actions did the Ministry take? Was anyone arrested?" asks Vereesa.

"As far as I know, no. There was no arrest or any investigation of any kind. There was only a lot of complaints and lawsuits for property damage," said Harry.

"Use that; it shows his incompetence. When you deal with politics, and you wish to remove them and show the world a threat, sometimes you must work around it. Use another problem, to prepare for the real one," said Vereesa.

"Is that a political move?" asks Harry.

"Yes, one I have learned from my sisters," said Vereesa. "I do not know how politics works in this world, in my world, we have faced many threats, and there have times when my leaders didn't believe the threat was real. One such threat we faced was the Zandalarin Troll Empire. They have long to sack our city and enslave our people. When the Orcs arrived, and the Alliance was seeking help to face them, our leaders didn't believe they posed a threat to us. Instead, my sister lied to the leaders; she said the Trolls could become powerful and a threat if the Horde were to join forces with them and if they defeat the Alliance, they will destroy our cities and people. It was a lie at the time, but it was enough to pursue some of our leaders into agreeing into lending aid and support to the Alliance to ensure the Trolls wouldn't become strong enough to pose a threat to us."

"So I say a white lie, to prepare others for the real threat," said Harry.

"That's right, use real problems to increase one's defense and forces further so when a threat arises, you can stand ready and not get caught off guard. Sometimes, to save others, when no one believes you, you must mislead them with a lie to prepare them," said Vereesa.

Harry thought that was strange and difficult, but also ingenious. Who was he kidding? He's been doing that all his life. He has been lying to his aunt and uncle to mislead them from the truth all the time. Hell, he's even lied to Dumbledore about many things simply because he didn't know what to tell Dumbledore and he didn't know the facts. Perhaps he never realized it, but Dumbledore was testing him ever since he arrived at Hogwarts. He was a pawn the entire time.

"So what do I do now?" asks Harry.

"You need to prepare. Staying coop up in your room isn't going to be good for you. You need to learn how to defend yourself. You must learn about your enemy, and you must learn how to master yourself," said Vereesa.

"Master myself?" repeated Harry in confusion. "I don't get it, how can I 'master' myself?"

"You let your emotions control you. You should control your emotions. If you cannot control your emotions, then your enemies will use your emotions against you. It's common logic. My people are trained since we are we could walk to master our emotions so our enemies can't use it against us. Have your enemies ever used your own emotions and feelings against you? Lure you in traps and tried to pursue you into something you never wanted to do?" asks Vereesa.

Harry looks at Vereesa for a moment before he looks down.

Yes, his feelings and emotions have been used against him many times. Snape, in particular, loves to insult and taunt Harry. Whether if he's making insults about Harry's father, or about Harry in general, Harry would always lose his cool and snap back at Snape which got him in further trouble.

Now he understands, self-control. He didn't have it. Instead, he kept everything locked up inside of him, and when he let it out, it got him in trouble.

"So when do we begin?" asks Harry, as he was eager to begin his training.

"One of the key aspects of mastering yourself is to clear your mind and be rid of all thoughts, negative and positive. I do not know how well your world deals with emotions, but it's essential that you learn to control your emotions. Even if you can't master in self-control, you must learn the basics," said Vereesa.

Harry nodded his head and knew if he could learn the ability in self-control, then he wouldn't fall for Voldemort's traps as he has done in the past. He's always fallen for Voldemort's trap only for sheer dumb luck to save him because Dumbledore was pulling strings from the background.

"Can you use magic without your wand?" asks Vereesa.

Harry paused as he thought about this.

"No," said Harry as he shook his head.

"Then you're in real trouble. If you lose your wand or it gets damage how will you be able to fight without magic?" asks Vereesa

Harry didn't have an answer for that. He didn't know what he would be able to do without his wand. He's only ever learned magic with his wand, and he was very fond of his wand at the same time.

"First, I think it wise to get things we're going to need to survive. I haven't eaten anything in a day, and I'm sure you're hungry yourself. So let's eat," said Vereesa.

Harry could grin knowing how much a good meal was needed, especially breakfast. He didn't miss Ron and Hermione, but there was no doubt he was going to enjoy spending time with Vereesa Windrunner, who was proving to be irreplaceable as a companion.

Author Notes: Sorry for the wait, but I hope everyone enjoys. Next chapter should be up soon, I hope everyone enjoys. Please like and review.