Chapter 5: Answers

Sometime later, Saria sat at a table in Ron's flat, silently sipping tea. She looked all around the house, avoiding Ron's staring eyes. The flat was large, and resembled the interior of a hunting lodge. It was made of a very deep red wood. All the furniture was over-sized and red, made with a very soft material Saria had never seen before. The carpet was made of the same material, and whenever she took a step, Saria's feet sunk into the carpet. A huge, ancient fireplace was built into the wall, it was the only light in the flat.

Finally, Ron spoke, breaking the awkward silence. "Saria, I have been wondering, not many 12 year olds would gladly hop onto a flying broomstick with a crazy old man who shows up in the park late at night. But you didn't even question me, can I ask you why?"

"Well, Mr. Weasley, I have been known to be an excellent judge of character." Replied Saria matter-of-factly. "I can always tell if people are telling me their true intentions or if they are out to hurt me, I have an ability to root out the bad people in the world, that's what my mom says. But, in any case, I have met and befriended much scarier people than an eccentric old man and his side kick, if you don't mind me saying so."

Ron chuckled before he responded, "Well, you certainly have quite the vocabulary for someone so young, i might think I was talking to my wife!"

"You have a wife?" Saria asked, surprised.

"Surprised?" Said Ron, chuckling again. "Most people are, I guess I strike people as a loner. Yes, I have a wife, her name is Hermione, one of the cleverest people you'll ever meet. She is living in England right now with our daughter, Billie. She's about your age, she'll be starting Hogwarts this year too, I think she'll like you."

"Speaking of Hogwarts, I wanted to ask you, why am I going to a school all the way in London? Aren't there any Wizard Schools in the U.S.?"

"Well, yes there are hundreds of schools in and around the U.S., but none of them quite fit your needs."

"What do you mean? I'm not special ed..."

"No, no, that's not what I mean. Saria, sometimes a really powerful witch or wizard is born with the ability to change the shape of their bodies. We call them metamorphagi. When a metamorphagi is born, they need to be sent to a school that has another metamorphagus to teach them how to control that, otherwise they change shape without warning."

"So are you saying I'm one of these metamorphagi?"

"Everyone in your dad's family has had magic, but none of their powers were strong enough to send them to school for. Your dad has many, many generations of unused magic in him, when he met your mom, who also has some magic in her, both of their powers were sent to you. You have one of the strongest gifts we have ever seen. Thus, you are indeed a metamorphagus, but your powers are stronger than most. Not only can you change your shape to resemble that of a human, you can grow completely inhuman parts, you could make yourself taller, or you could make yourself grow chicken feet if you wanted to."

"THAT IS SO COOL!!!!!" Saria jumped out of her chair, a huge smile across her face. "When can I start learning? Can you teach me some? This is so awesome!!!"

Ron smiled. "No, I can't teach you, that is why you are going to Hogwarts. Our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is a metamorphagus, she is going to help you learn how to change your body, as much as she can anyway."

"That is so neat! This school is gonna be kick ass! When are we leaving?"

"Well, we weren't planning on you running away from home and needing a rescue, so I was actually supposed to come and get you tomorrow, plus we planned sometime for me to convince your parents you needed to come to school. So we are about two days ahead of schedule. We'll stay here tomorrow and then on Saturday we'll leave for London."

"So cool, so cool!"

"Why don't you head off to bed now and tomorrow I'll show you around."

"Alright, thank you!" Saria said running over to Ron and hugging him.

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A/N: Sorry about the short chapter folks, but I hope this satisfies your questions about why Saria is going to Hogwarts. I know Saria sounds all-powerful right now, but trust me, she does have some weaknesses, but if I do stray into the land of Mary-Jane please, pretty please stop me. These chapters are un-beta-ed, except for one and two, but it has been so long since I updated, I wanted to make sure you knew I was still alive and stuff. So, they will be updated slowly as revised and stuff. I will try to remember to tell you everytime I re-submit a chapter. Much love, Mathana.