Chapter 2

The demon had watched Harry with an amused grin throughout his entire fight with the cultists. Now, noticing that he had Harry's attention, he spoke with a deep voice, "It seems we are at an impasse human." His grin widened as he went on, "You cannot kill the girl from outside the circle and I cannot leave this circle. So, shall you watch me until I drain this child's life?". He spread his arms as he uttered the last sentence.

Harry walked towards the demon until he was 10 feet away from him. "No," he answered quietly, "I'll end this now." And with that statement he broke the magical circle that contained the demon with a wave of his wand. With the circle broken, the barrier separating him from the demon came down. The demon had gone quiet as it eyed him. "Interesting," he said, "You wish to save the girl, I see." He allowed Harry to stun and levitate the girl out of harm's way. The poor thing was hyperventilating, being in such close proximity to a 10 foot tall monster. "You aim to kill me," the demon spoke once again as Harry was levitating the girl.

"Yes," Harry answered simply as he focused all his attention on the demon.

The demon roared loudly in laughter. His disturbing howl echoed through the entire hall. "I will enjoy your flesh human," the demon spoke once he calmed down, "You are a fascinating individual. I'm curious as to how you will taste." His grin widened as he bared his teeth at Harry.

Harry didn't answer but silently commanded all his summons to attack the demon. As his beasts engaged the demon Harry chanted a spell. The ground around the demon grew sharp, deadly spikes and tried to run him through. The demon ignored the spikes however, he was confident his tough skin wouldn't be harmed by it. He was right. The spikes shattered into rubble as soon as they came in contact with the demon. The demon chose to take care of all the summons charging at him. Once that was done, he would see to the wizard.

He easily batted away the werewolf that had leaped at him. It cried out in pain and slammed into the wall. Its back was bent in an awkward manner. The animation charm on it immediately failed and the werewolf went still. The house elf came up next. It threw fast deadly jabs at the demon at a pace the demon couldn't keep up with. The jabs had no effect on the demon though, he merely found them annoying. He tried swiping the creature multiple times but the house elf was too fast.

Finally, he got fed up and slammed both his hands on the ground, creating a small shockwave. The house elf stumbled but managed to stay on its feet. That was all the demon needed though. He quickly stretched out his hands and grabbed the elf by the head. The elf was struggling and kicking its feet as the demon picked it up and brought it towards his face. With a snarl the demon increased the pressure and the elf's head crumpled like a soda can.

Meanwhile, while his summons were keeping the demon busy, Harry was frantically working on a rune. There were not a lot of things that could harm a demon of this caliber. It's a good thing that he had a weapon that might be able to hurt it. The demon was surprisingly fast though and he needed to immobilize him before he could bring out the weapon. When he was finally done with his preparations, he turned to the demon and waved his wand.

Water burst forth from his wand and completely soaked the demons legs. This wasn't regular water though, it seemed to be sticky. For instead of falling to the ground, it clung to the demons skin. The demon stopped and looked at Harry. "Is this supposed to do something?" he asked. Harry didn't answer him. He transferred the rune he was working on to the floor right beneath the demons feet. As soon as the rune appeared, it activated and began to glow.

The effect was immediate. The demon's legs froze and small icicles covered his skin. The demon snorted in amusement. "You think this can stop me?" he spoke and used his arm to shatter the ice on his right foot. However, instead of getting rid of the ice that covered his feet, his entire right foot shattered. He fell to his knees and brought his left hand to the ground to support himself. His entire body weight rested on that hand and his left knee.

"That wasn't normal water," Harry spoke as he began to lazily trace a rune in mid air using his left hand. "It clings to surfaces and seeps into the skin," he continued with an air of indifference, "The rune I used isn't a regular freezing charm either. It rapidly lowers the temperature of anything it encompasses. Your demon skin might be resilient, but the liquid collected deep in your legs isn't." Harry finished the rune and it began to thrum and glow softly. "When you shattered the ice, you also shattered the ice inside your leg," Harry said, "And with this, you are completely immobilized."

The demon snarled in anger. "It makes no difference filth!" the demon yelled, "My leg will regenerate soon enough! And then, I will enjoy tearing you apart!" Harry wasn't fazed though. "There are very few weapons in this world that can pierce the skin of a demon," Harry spoke as if he hadn't even heard the demon, "Especially one from the 7th realm." A sword appeared in front of his left hand and he easily caught it.

"I just happen to have one," Harry said as he inspected the magical blade. He hadn't made use of it in a long time. The words 'Godric Gryffindor' were written at the base of the blade. The demon's eyes widened as it began to struggle. His left foot, the one that hadn't shattered, refused to move as it was still encased in ice. The demon was crouched on his left knee and supporting himself with his left hand. His shattered right foot was healing slowly, but not fast enough.

"The blade isn't what's going to kill you though," Harry went on as he waved his wand. The blade floated from his hand and began to spin rapidly like a drill. The tip of the blade came down and faced the demon. "It's the basilisk poison coating the blade that will kill you," Harry whispered calmly, but the demon still heard it. It roared in rage at Harry.

With a silent command, Harry banished the sword at the demon. It zipped through the air at an astonishing speed. The demon brought his right hand forward in an attempt to deflect the blade. Harry was expecting it though. With a silent command, the grim, the only summon that survived, raced forth and latched onto the hand. With a snarl it brought the hand down and away from the blade. Before the demon could counter this move, the blade pierced his chest and sank into his heart.

The impact of the blade was tremendous. The demons back arched backwards while still on his knees and came into contact with the ground. The blade sank into the ground until only the hilt was visible, protruding from the demon's chest. The demon coughed painfully as blood leaked from his mouth. The poison was already in his system and working its way through the entire body.

"Curse you...human," the demon gasped, before going limp.

Harry sighed. "What a fucking cliche," he shook his head as he approached the demon, "I expected something better from a high class demon." He then proceeded to wave his wand in an intricate pattern. He was creating a high level barrier around the demon. On the off chance that it recovered, he wanted to be prepared. The demon wouldn't be able to escape from it and he would be able to kill it from the outside. It took a while to cast.

Around ten minutes later, Harry was finally done. He sunk to his knees and closed his eyes. He was tired. He had been chasing the cult for almost a week now and he hadn't had a good night's rest in a while. He just wanted to find a bed and collapse on it. He also used a lot of high level spells in the last hour. He groaned in annoyance as he realised he still had to check up on the girl. He stood up slowly and walked towards the girl. She was still unconscious. He needed to erase the girls memories. This event was undoubtedly traumatic for her, and the sooner she forgot it the better. 'A pity you can't obliviate unconscious people,' he thought as he cast a Rennervate charm on her.

The girl opened her eyes slowly at first. That quickly changed however and she shot up like she had been shocked. She had a wild look in her eyes as she rapidly looked around the entire room until finally landed on Harry. She immediately shuffled back until her back hit the wall where she curled into a ball. Harry raised his arms in a placating gesture and spoke soothingly, "It's okay. I'm here to help you. You're safe now."

The girl wasn't listening however. She was staring at Harry who still had the cultists blood all over him. Harry cursed himself in his head. He should have made the room and himself more presentable. It definitely wasn't helping the situation. Before the girl could scream he cast the Obliviate charm on her. The girls eyes took on a glazed look and her arms loosened the tight grip they had on her shins.

Harry carefully manipulated the charm into erasing the past couple of hours until the point of her kidnapping. With that done he released the charm. "By Merlin's unshaved testicles!" a voice gasped from behind him. Harry smiled grimly and searched for something inside his robes. He knew that voice all too well.

"Hey Ron," Harry said and removed his hand from his robe. He held up an expensive looking cigar. He conjured a small flame with a snap of his fingers and lit it up. "Things kinda deteriorated quickly. I couldn't wait for you guys," Harry said as he puffed on his cigar. He turned around and faced the group of aurors.

He counted seven of them, including Ron. A few were puking their guts out in the corner upon seeing the carnage. "Yeah," Ron scoffed, "No shit!". Ron gestured at one of the aurors and pointed at the girl. The auror nodded her head in confirmation and moved towards the child. As the auror passed him, Harry spoke up, "I've erased her memories of the incident. Have the healer look into her mind and do a complete physical check up as well. She was linked to the demon for a couple of minutes. I want to know if that has affected her physically or mentally." The aurors eyes widened and she quickened her pace. With a small crack, she apparated the girl to St. Mungo's.

Ron came up to Harry and ran his fingers through his hair. They were starting to grey. He didn't mind it though and Hermione said that it made him look 'distinguished'. "This is quite the bloodbath Harry," Ron commented as he surveyed the hall once more. Harry grunted in acknowledgement. "Yeah. Had no choice though," he said and gestured towards the demon, "Had to take care of the big guy quickly." Ron snorted in amusement.

"Yeah, that's one ugly ass behemoth," he snickered, "What is he? A level five? Six?"

"Seven," Harry corrected him as he blew a ring of smoke.

Ron jerked his head towards Harry. "Seven?!" he squeaked in astonishment. Harry chuckled at him and nodded his head. Ron calmed himself down and faced the demon once again. The grim was still there as Harry hadn't dispelled the animation charm. It walked up to Ron and nudged him in the leg. Ron sighed and patted it on the head. "Hey Padfoot," he whispered and rubbed the dog behind its ears. It did nothing for the dog, but it still whined in pleasure. He glanced at Harry through the corner of his eyes.

"Stop trying to act cool," Ron said as he eyed Harry's cigar.

"I'm not trying to act cool," Harry replied, "I just need a cigar after all the adrenaline leaves my system."

Ron scoffed at him. "Hermione hates it when you smoke you know," he said as he continued to scratch Padfoot.

"Yeah, well, mom isn't here right now, is she?" Harry replied.

Ron shook his head and smiled at that. As the silence dragged on, the mood shifted from their light-hearted banter into something a bit more serious. Ron sighed once again and spoke up, "Tomorrow is going to be a nightmare once this gets out." Harry grimaced at that. He wasn't a big fan of press conferences. He still had trouble speaking in public. He hadn't warmed up to reporters either.

"Can't believe you took on the entire cult and a demon from the 7th realm," Ron commented after a while. "You're age hasn't dulled you one bit," he whispered it so low, Harry almost didn't hear it.

"Yeah," Harry whispered back, equally as quiet, "Ain't that a peach."

The incident that came to be known as 'The demon cult massacre' was not well received by the public. Initially, the public and reporters praised Harry for his heroism. He was showered with gratitude once they learned he had stopped a demon from being unleashed into their world. However, one article change the tide of how the news was covered. A reporter had made an offhand comment in his article on how Harry had killed over a 100 criminals in his career. The massacre added about a third of that to his total, bringing it to around 130. While the article also mentioned that he detained over 500 criminals, it was overshadowed once it mentioned that the average auror only had a couple of kills.

'The Death Dealer', they called him. Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance once he read his new moniker. For once, he wished people gave him a cool nickname. This one was too corny for his liking.

The massacre proved that Harry was a very dangerous individual. He had taken on an entire group of cultists and a demon after all. People already knew he was extremely powerful. What they didn't know was he had no qualms using that power to kill if necessary. While no one could blame his actions, the notion that such a powerful auror was out there in the field scared people. That fear quickly grew and spread among the masses.

The entire auror department thought the situation was ludicrous. Harry was expecting it though. It wasn't the first time the public turned on him so quickly. He also didn't feel like being a field agent any more. The reason for that was the girl he saved.

He had dropped by St. Mungo's hoping to check on the girl. The healers assured him that she was perfectly fine and that the link between her and the demon was destroyed. However, as soon as he entered the room and approached the girl, she started screaming. He could still hear her yelling at him to get away from her when he closed his eyes sometimes. The healers were baffled. They checked her memory and confirmed that she didn't remember the incident, yet somehow she unconsciously knew that Harry was dangerous. Luckily for Harry, none of the reporters received word of that particular event.

After that, Harry no longer had the will to fight. He sparred with the new recruits with decreasing frequency. He mostly preferred to observe them and give them pointers now. Ron had tried to get him to talk, but nothing came of it. The wizarding world was also wary of him once again. He was gaining a reputation worse than 'Mad-eye' Moody. He no longer thought he was fit for combat as well. With those two main points in mind, he decided to retire as an auror.

He and Ron had a long discussion on the merits and demerits of him quitting. Ron eventually agreed it was for the best. The auror's weren't that inclined to agree however. They didn't want Ron caving to the masses unspoken demands. Harry assured them that he was tired and that it was high time he sought for a quieter life.

His retirement also presented an opportunity. The year he broke up with Ginny, was the year he discovered that he was no longer aging. Hermione had casually pointed out that he still looked like he was in his last year of Hogwarts. He laughed it off at first, but later on, with the help of Hermione he tested her theory out. They discovered that his cells were regenerating at an alarming rate. It wasn't detrimental to his health in any way however, it just meant that he had a really advanced healing factor.

They suspected it had something to do with the hallows and him becoming the Master of Death. It was the only plausible explanation. When Harry had first discovered his ability to drain Voldemort's horcruxes they thought that being the Master of Death meant that he had some control over souls. Especially, if those souls were dormant. He couldn't manipulate Hermione's and Ron's' souls, even though he could sense them. Upon discovering his healing factor they weren't sure the extent to which the hallows changed him.

Harry had to constantly maintain an illusion charm over his face to depict his actual age. Hermione helped create it. Through the years he had to regularly manipulate the charm to simulate him aging like a normal wizard. That wasn't what bothered him the most about all this though. His rapid cell regeneration meant that he would likely outlive all his friends, and their children, and their children and so on.

Hermione swore to Harry that she would research everything about the hallows and find a way to break his connection with them. They had already tried destroying the hallows on numerous occasions as well as simply separating the hallows from Harry. They always appeared next to his nightstand the following morning, completely unharmed. Hermione worked diligently for years, but she didn't make much progress. When she got the job as Chief Advisor to the Minister of Magic, her workload increased significantly. Then, when she later became Minister of Magic, her research all but came to a stop. She would still delve into research whenever an idea or rare book came along. Nothing came of it though. She felt terrible about it, but Harry assured her it was alright and that he was proud of the work she was doing.

Now that Harry was no longer an auror and chasing bad guys for a living, he thought he could pick up from where Hermione stopped. There wasn't anything else he could do with his life. He was never good at academics or research in his youth, but time changed that. He spent more time researching dangerous magic and ways to defend against them than anyone in England. He even gave a couple of guest lectures for Defense against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. The kids were always excited when he came. Only a few could boast to receiving a lecture from the Harry Potter.

He didn't know how he would succeed where Hermione failed, but it was worth a shot. Especially, since he had nothing better to do. He applied for a position in the Department of Mysteries. With his extensive knowledge on the Dark Arts he was easily accepted. The only annoyance about his new job was that he had to write and store a thesis every couple of months. The thesis would have to cover magic that he had significant knowledge in. This was standard practice for all the newly initiated Unspeakables. He would have to do this for at least two years. In addition to this, he had to submit monthly reports on what he was currently researching as well as his notes on all experiments he conducted using the department's resources. However, the pros far outweighed the cons.

He now had access to vast amounts of information that would put the Hogwarts library to shame. Harry wondered how Hermione didn't abuse her position as minister to spend as much time as possible down here. He could just picture Hermione biting her lip while she internally debated over the idea. That thought always brought a smile to his face. He was excited at the opportunity to go through tomes and tomes of books. However, he made little progress in uncovering the truth about the hallows. Other than the myth of the three brothers, there was little documentation on the hallows.

He had made an exciting discovery though. One day, Harry thought of inspecting the Veil in the Death Chamber. Sirius had died when he fell through it and Harry was curious about it. The Veil was a tall, stone pointed archway that looked very ancient. A tattered black curtain hung in its centre, gently fluttering without any wind. Harry was examining the runes that were carved along the edges of the stone.

When he ran his hands over one of the runes, it lit up. He was shocked at that time and consulted with several Unspeakables who were much more knowledgeable about the Veil than him. They told him that it had never reacted in such a way, ever. Knowledge about the Veil was almost as non existent as the hallows. In all their research into the Veil, they uncovered very little.

Hermione was ecstatic upon the discovery. She theorized that the Veil was probably linked to the hallows in some way. When the rune didn't react to anyone else but Harry, he began to suspect the same. It was possible that the Veil recognised him as the Master of Death. Now, if only he could figure what all this meant.

Harry walked into the Death Chamber at a sedated pace. He had his morning cup of coffee in his hands and an extra one as well. The weather outside was extremely cold and his hot drink was soothing. He wasn't surprised to see someone already there. Standing by the Veil was a short witch. She had long blond hair that came down all the way to her lower back. She was running her wands carefully along the runes of the stone archway. After every couple of moments, she would turn to her notes that were floating nearby and write something in it.

"Mornin' Susan," Harry yawned while greeting his fellow Unspeakable. Susan was 10 years his senior and a highly pro-efficient researcher. She was primarily responsible for 'magivision'. The wizard equivalent for a television. She was muggleborn, and couldn't understand how the wizards were living in an age without any visual media. She was filthy rich as a result, but like most researchers, she couldn't care less. All she cared about was the next great discovery or invention.

She had been working on the Veil for more than a decade. When she learned that one of the runes lit up when Harry interacted with it, she almost squeezed him to death. Hermione later told him that she wanted to snog his brains out. Harry was glad she restrained herself. He would have been very embarrassed.

"Hiya Harry!" Susan said, as she stopped what she was doing and turned to face him. Harry handed her the extra cup of coffee and she thanked him for it. She sighed in contentment after taking a sip.

"So, any progress?" Harry asked.

Susan immediately lit up. Her blue eyes were shining so bright Harry thought she might have picked up that trick from Dumbledore.

"Yes!" Susan replied happily, "As you know, only one particular rune lights up when you touch it." She automatically slipped into her lecture mode. "Also, when that rune is active," she said as she pointed at another rune, "This rune is the only one that activates upon touch. If you touch any other rune, the first one gets deactivated" She turned towards him and rubbed her chin. "Similarly, touching any other random rune when these two are active deactivates both the runes. We haven't experimented touching all the runes however," she said. Her eyes gleamed in happiness as she spoke again, "From this we can conclude that the runes need to be activated in the correct order to light all of them up."

"Fantastic," Harry muttered sarcastically as he eyed the 80 different runes on both sides of the archway. "And what exactly will happen when all the runes are activated?" he asked.

Susan brought her hand up and rubbed the back of her head. With a sheepish expression she answered hesitantly, "Uh, I have no idea."

"Perfect," Harry sighed, "So we have to go through a million different combinations until we finally get it right?"

"Nope!" Susan chirped, back to her perky self. "I haven't spent the last decade studying this thing with nothing to show for it. I already cracked the sequence this morning."

"And when did you start working on it?" Harry asked as he eyed the bags under her eyes.

"Last night," Susan said, still jubilant as ever.

"And did you get any sleep," Harry continued to question her. All he got was a shake of her head. He sighed once again. It was just like her. She was really bad at taking care of herself. He had to force her to eat and sleep plenty of times. Her whining when he stopped her research didn't help either.

"Great," Harry commented with fake enthusiasm, "I'm glad you won't be sleep deprived when we experiment blindly on a dangerous and powerful magical artifact."

"Oh, hush you!" Susan said as she grabbed hold of his arm and dragged him to the first rune, "Just activate the one's I tell you to. And no complaining!"

Harry let her drag him, his shoulders slumped in defeat. She was too jacked up on her discovery. He would never be able to calm her down for a nap in this case. So, reluctantly, he followed her commands and started touching the runes she directed him to.

Half and hour later, they were finally done. They had to start over once, when Susan accidentally directed him to activate the wrong rune. The black curtain of the archway started to flutter at an increased pace, until it was vibrating so fast Harry could barely see the ripples. The vibration created a noise that reminded Harry of one of Hermione's toys when he accidentally walked in on her at her office. He quickly pulled Susan away from the Veil and dragged her behind him. He drew his wand and raised a transparent barrier between the Veil and themselves.

After a while, the vibrating sound of the curtain died down. Harry couldn't see any ripples. However, the material of the black curtain seemed to change. It was reflective now. He could see his own reflection as clear as a mirror. Through the mirror, he saw Susan poke her head out from behind him and look at the Veil.

He cautiously lowered the barrier and walked towards it. With a wave of his wand, he conjured a small stone and levitated it towards the Veil. When the stone came into contact with it, a clinking sound echoed through the chamber.

"It's solid," Susan exclaimed from behind him, "It also seems like a mirror now." She then noticed that the runes at the top of the archway had faded. Letters in ancient Sumerian had appeared. Luckily, she was able to translate them even though she wasn't that well versed in the language. "Eluvian," she spoke out loud. "Seeing glass," she added at Harry's questioning look.

Harry walked up to his reflection and touched the obsidian glass. He jumped back in shock when his hand fell through. "What the hell?" Harry yelled in surprise. Susan quickly came beside and grabbed onto the hand that went through the glass. After careful inspection with her wand, she let it go. "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it," she whispered in amazement.

Over the years, they had tested the Veil with a number of objects. Nothing had ever returned back when they summoned for them. One Unspeakable dared to put his hand through. He immediately screamed in pain when his hand passed through the curtain. When he yanked it back, they saw that there was only bone. All the flesh had disappeared. Furthermore, the effect had not stopped. Some form of curse was eating away at his flesh and travelling up his arm. Susan had to quickly amputate the Unspeakables arm at the elbow. That action had probably saved his life.

Once Harry regained his bearings, he stepped up to the Veil once again. He hesitantly stretched his arm once again and pushed it through the mirror. It felt weird. Like he was dipping his hand into a cold lake. Cautiously, he stuck his head through. He heard Susan shout his name in admonishment, but he was too entranced by what he saw before him. He quickly pulled his head out and faced Susan.

"Whoa!" Harry said, "There's thousands of them."

"Thousands of what?" Susan asked with a worried frown. She was wringing her hands and biting her lip.

"This mirror," Harry gestured with his only hand that wasn't sticking through the mirror, "This Eluvian, seeing glass." He stuck his head in once again for a quick peek.

"There is literally thousands of them," he spoke with his head sticking through the mirror. Susan barely heard him. It sounded like he was speaking from a very far place.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, still worried. 'This was not the way to conduct experiments,' she thought to herself.

"Yeah," came Harry's muffled voice, "I'm fin-". He was interrupted when the Veil abruptly sucked him in. He had no chance to react as the obsidian mirror swirled in itself before turning back into the familiar black tattered curtain.

"Harry!" Susan screamed and reached out for him. She stopped herself once her mind registered the black curtain. She knew exactly what would happen to her if she stuck her hand in there.

For a couple of seconds, she just stood there. Her face was frozen in shock and her eyes welled up. She shook herself from her stupor and turned and fled through the chamber. Her boss needed to know about this, as well as Minister Granger. She hoped the minister wouldn't kick her ass. She hoped that they will be able to retrieve Harry. She hoped, that Harry was okay.

When the Veil sucked in Harry from his world, it spat him out into the one he was looking at. Harry was flung forwards and crashed into another stone archway. He grabbed his head in pain. His vision was blurry. He could feel some sticky fluid on his palms. 'Blood, most likely,' he thought as he just lay there on the floor. In no time at all, he healed from the wound and stood up like nothing happened.

He stared at the mirror in front of him, the one that spat him out. He walked forward and pressed his palms against the mirror. Nothing happened. It just rested against the glass. 'Fuck,' Harry cursed. He probably needed to activate it. He eyed the runes that littered the stone archway. "Well," he said to himself in resignation, "This could take a while."

Or not. None of the runes responded to his touch. Harry was baffled and on the verge of a panic attack. Something, that was very rare for him. He couldn't understand why this thing wasn't responding to him. He summoned all the Hallows to him. For the first time, he was relieved to see them. He was still their 'master'. Harry cursed again in frustration and turned around. He eyed the thousand other 'Eluvians'. 'Maybe one of them would work,' he thought as he brought his wand and marked the mirror behind him.

Two hours later and he made no progress. There were more than a thousand of these things. He didn't see an end to them. He figured that if he was able to go through one of them then he would be back on Earth. Probably not in the Department of Mysteries, but still somewhere else on Earth. His musings were cut short by a noise. It was the same vibrating sound the Veil made when it activated.

With renewed energy, he quickly pin pointed the direction the noise was coming from. He ran at top speed until he spotted the mirror that was making the noise. It was pretty easy, the thing was glowing brightly. Fearing that he would miss his chance to go through, he dived through the mirror with reckless abandon. He felt like he just entered a lake and exited it at the same time. The cold sensation lasted for a moment before his entire surroundings changed.

His instincts kicked in immediately. Before he could land flat on his belly, he tucked himself and performed a textbook roll. He came to a stop a couple of feet away from the Eluvian. Taking a look at his surroundings, he soon realised he was not alone.

Standing near the Eluvian was a tall bipedal being. Male, by the looks of it and human-like. It definitely wasn't human though, although it certainly looked like one. His ears were pointed and he possessed sharp angular facial features. His eyes were narrowed and staring at Harry's own. There wasn't any aggression in his gaze though, he simply seemed curious. He was dressed in simple pure white robes. Still, Harry could tell they were very expensive and of very high quality. He thought he was in the presence of royalty judging by the beings clothes and stance. Even with the robes on Harry could tell that the being had a lean, athletic build.

"Oh? What's this?" the strange being spoke in wonder, "A dh'oine?".