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The little bit at the end kind of wrote itself. I decided to leave it simply for humor purposes. It is in no way meant to be taken seriously.

Sitting on a wooden stool is not the most comfortable thing especially when a monotone ghost repeats his lecture from years previous; Harry takes no notice of this now. Mind preoccupied with the earlier encounter. He scarcely believes that he didn't dream it. The open feeling where his wristwatch resides proves him otherwise. His lunch had not at all gone the way he pictured, didn't even mean to go talk to the girl lying peacefully near the Lake. Something directed his feet to her side, tugging insistently on an emotion that he has yet to identify.

~"The first thing to be made clear is that while Draco and I will not stop you from meeting with Meoquanee-Tasarla, if you pose any sort of threat to her we will step in. Keep your fellow Gryffindors in line. They won't like your association with her simply because she was Sorted into Slytherin. If you don't make it clear that she is off limits, Draco and I will be happy to correct that. Keep in mind that we won't be nearly so nice as you would be."~

Blaise Zabini surprised the Boy-Who-Lived with the amount of intensity the Slytherin used. From what the glasses-wearing boy had heard, Zabini is a Slytherin that is apathetic about everything. None of that showed when the dark toned Italian had taken him aside. The Slytherin had—is—deathly serious about what he said to Harry, that much is clear.

The Gryffindor looks sideways at his friends, pondering. What Zabini said is true, the Gryffindors will not like that one of their own is heading to the 'Dark'. Meoquanee-Tasarla doesn't seem all that much like a Slytherin to him. She did mention that her methods of help would be unorthodox; perhaps stereotypes are not always applicable. Malfoy certainly changes around her, a courteous gentleman. Reflecting to his first time on the Hogwarts Express, the teen ponders what his relationship with the silver-blonde would be if they had been friends. It doesn't change the past. But it is something to think on when he isn't being bored to death by a dead man.

~"The second is that you will treat her as a Lady. Meoquanee-Tasarla may know that she is important to Slytherin, but has no idea how precious she is. She is a Shaman and a Mystic, either one alone is to be respected. Together? There is an entire other level of treatment. She is quite possibly the most powerful person in Great Britain, if not the entirety of Europe. She deserves much more respect than the other Houses give her. To her there is no Dark and Light. Magic is based on intent and how you use it. She and her parents are the single Neutral family in Europe."~

The word 'Lady' certainly has the implication of a capital letter. Clearly, the foreign teen is more important than she lets on. Maybe Hermione would know of a book on Wizarding etiquette. No. He can't ask her. She would demand to know why he wants the book; what he was going to do with it; and so many other questions he doesn't really want to answer. However dear Hermione is to him, the Witch knows no boundaries when it comes to knowledge. He was going to have to look himself. Or ask Madam Pinch. He'd rather use the surly librarian as a last resort.

"Thirdly, you may as well sweep off the table of what you think about Magic off. She is so much closer to the truth of what Magic is and how to use it than anyone in this school. Her parents have a similar connection, but Meoquanee-Tasarla simply knows things that no one else does. She has Sight. Not like Trelawney. There is no form of magical illusion or disguise that she doesn't see through. If she Sees something and tells you, you better damn well listen."~

Put aside his perspective of Magic. Something he has never been told to do before, instead being treated as a child whenever he shows confusion at something Magical. One of the many things that irritate him, that he had told the Shaman-Mystic. This may actually do him some good. A lot of good honestly. Meoquanee doesn't seem to be the sort of person to ignore someone's confusion. He needs someone that is willing to answer his questions about the Wizarding World. No one else has without making feel a total simpleton. Harry will listen to the girl. She's the only person to offer him help outside of what is taught by professors. That won't be taken for granted.

~"Draco and I are with her almost constantly. We're all about to get closer than we ever wanted to, Potter. If you can't handle that you better back out now, Potter. She doesn't need to be wasting her time on someone who won't look past previous actions and focus on now. We're growing up, Potter. Petty rivalries are over."~

Dealing with Malfoy has never been one of Harry's favorite pastimes. Truth be told he'd rather avoid the fellow teen all together. Blaise does have a good point. They are growing up; with the coming war petty rivalries are not something to put effort or attention into. Harry needs to stop playing games, people's lives are on the line and for some reason quite a few of those people are relying on him. No one seems to be bothered by the fact that he's only fifteen years old. Who in their right mind places all their hopes on a boy that doesn't know a damned thing about the Wizarding World? Evidently, there really isn't anyone in their right mind within the Order of the Phoenix. Certainly not his godfather.

~ "We usually study in Meoquanee-Tasarla's room. Draco and I aren't quite comfortable with you being there even if she is. The Room of Requirement is an acceptable substitute for now. Meet us there an hour after dinner. Don't keep her waiting, Potter."~

Harry groans, falling forward to slap his head on the desk. He feels that it's going to be sometime before Malfoy or Zabini trusts him to be near the Shaman-Mystic alone. She's probably going to want to speak to her parents about this too, thinking about the situation. The first time he's meeting a girl's parents is because he is an inept Wizard. He must have been Jack the Ripper in his past life, something clearly enjoys making his life a comedy show.

~Future cackles, picking at the threads on the tapestry. Gleefully having fun with the poor mortal's life.

"Sister! Leave the poor boy alone. Haven't you done enough to him?" Past smoothes the finished part of the fabric tenderly. "I mean, look at all the little twists in these threads!"

Future flaps a hand at her sister. "Pah. Boy needs to toughen up. He'll be thanking me later, just you wait." A smooth hand reaches for the unfinished tapestry one more—

"Enough, Sister." Present rubs her temples in an aggravated manner. "Pick on another Main Character. Odin knows we have enough of them."

"All right, all right. I'll let the poor lad be. After…" Nimble fingers dart forward, plucking the red string.

"Sister!" Both of the other two snap at Future. The last sister cackles, flitting toward another unfinished tapestry.

Past smacks her head against the table the finished parts lay upon. "Hera save us. Future is going to drive us all mad one day."

Present gently pats her older sister on the back. "There, there. we should intervene before she messes with," Present peers over to the work-in-progress that Future now leans over. "Oh dear. Poor Kagome."

Past leaps up, lunging for her youngest sibling. "FUTURE! YOU TOUCH ONE MORE THREAD AND NOT EVEN OSIRIS WILL BE ABLE TO BRING YOU BACK!"

Present sighs wearily. Pinching the bridge of her nose, the Fate attempts to ignore the noise of her squabbling siblings. "Gods give me patience. If you give me strength I might just kill them." From the corner of her eye, Present sees a figure start braiding part of one of the tapestries. Present springs at the figure. "DESTINY!"

"Huh oh." The new being giggles nervously. "I think I made her mad~" She then begins diving through the tapestries, trying to escape her cousin. "Now, Cousin, can't we talk?"

"I AM GOING TO MOUNT YOUR HEAD OVER MY MANTLE PIECE!"

Destiny shrugs. "Eh. It was worth a shot."

While the Fates and their cousin Destiny run about the tapestries like sugar-high homicidal children, several beings slap their heads. The gods then decide that it will be better to discuss their respective Main Characters later.

"NOT THE HAIR!"

"HOLD STILL BEFORE I CUT YOUR HEAD OFF WITH IT!"

"DESTINY! YOU TOUCH ONE MORE TAPESTRY—"

"Oopsie~"

Three voices now yell. "DESTINY!"

Yes. The gods decide. Much, much later. ~