Chapter Six

Stretching in bed a solitary figure decided maybe it was time to rise and shine. They couldn't allow anyone to realize they weren't being portrayed right. Besides, they would be late for breakfast and they couldn't be late if they wish to play a part. Running through a quick shower, picking out a school uniform, and calmly rushing to the common room, they were met by waiting chatting friends, who followed to the Great Hall for breakfast.

But the figure never thought that the part they were playing was getting some unwanted attention. Attention from a very uneasy Mage, as well as one of their classmates. Watching from a distance, two pairs of watchful eyes categorized their target's actions , one to study for impostors and the other to prepare for the next part of a plan.

As breakfast for the students began War Mage Osiris trekked a path from the kitchens to Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's office. Distracting thoughts kept him busy on the short journey. Facing the stone gargoyle, he began to wonder exactly how things came to be. Especially when dealing with an unhappy Severus Snape.

"Good morning, War Mage."

Startled from his thoughts, Osiris turned to face the headmaster, all the while berating his stupidity of not knowing his surroundings. Mentor Lexi would have his head, "Headmaster."

"Would you like to enter?" Osiris knew an order when he heard one, so he nodded. The headmaster turned to the gargoyle, "Sleepy Slimy Snitch."

Brows raised, "Sleepy Slimy Snitch? Say that five times fast." The headmaster joyfully laughed. "But what is that?"

Blue eyes twinkled, "Have a seat, Harry. The Weasley twins have created a colour sugar covered marshmallow in the shape of a real snitch. They actually have wings and move like a snitch. But when eaten it turns the eater into an identical snitch covered in green slime that coaxes anyone who touches them into sleep, especially since the twins were able to cause the eater to chase after someone just to touch them. They turn back after two hours."

"Ah, I see. They're doing quite well for themselves."

"Yes. But they do miss their silent invisible benefactor." Osiris flushed even as Albus' face grew solemn. "It seems we never finished our conversation."

Osiris sighed, settling back in his chair, "What would you like to know? Remember, I can't answer everything since I'm still under oath to the council and She-Demon."

"Very well. Tea?" Without waiting for an answer, Albus conjured a tray of steaming tea and some of his favourite candies. "What happened that summer?"

Rapidly blinking, Osiris didn't think his headmaster would be that blunt, nor re-ask that question again. "I wasn't there a week before I was hurt. I don't remember much. I do know that I was left alone at first and then Uncle Vernon had showed up in my bedroom. He literally beat me within an inch of my life. If I hadn't been saved I wouldn't be here. I was told I was found locked in the cupboard under the stairs. I believe this was because of fourth year's Tri-Wizard Tournament. I vaguely remember Uncle Vernon saying something about an owl interrupting an important meal."

"Forgive me, Harry. I sent your relatives an owl telling about the tournament and Cedric's death. I thought they might let you grieve or help you in some way that we couldn't."

Osiris could see that the headmaster was starting to look his old age, "You didn't know what could happen."

Grieving over that injustice on his part, Albus could only hope he would forgive himself someday. But he wanted to know more, "How did they know about your situation?"

Osiris settled for a long story. "From what I know, this new realm has no true humans. Name any creature and its there but a seer of long ago gave a vision of a human entering to be trained, a human that would one day be seen. This human would need the powers of a Mage to fight a great evil. The night of my beating a young girl had a vision, a vivid dream of my pain. She ran to her mentor with the images still in her head. It was her very first true vision. She had experienced my pain with every hit. She gave the description and her mentor woke the council members. The description pretty much fit the ancient seer's prophecy. The girl's mentor told the council after sending her to the elves."

"Elves?"

Osiris nodded, "They're the only healers. Very quick to diagnosis and stubborn. They refuse to let anyone die without using every piece of knowledge known to them. I didn't meet them until after the council all agreed I would be trained as a Mage. Upon that decision they sent the twins. Maya felt for my life thread, which led them to Privet Drive. Hedwig was the one to direct them to Number 4 and my cupboard. They're the ones that broke the wards. Upon reaching the elves, Voldemort was gaining control. They couldn't heal me with someone else in my head. They called in a Spirit Guide. She entered my mind and helped break the connection. My scar faded once it broke." He barely touched the unmarred skin, "My scar made an appearance for Voldemort."

"At least we can understand how you could have destroyed him since Harry Potter was the only one truly able to stand against him."

Osiris smiled at the older wizard. "I did get a few fusions of blood, especially vampire."

"Vampire?"

"Unless a vampire and victim exchange blood, a transfusion of one or the other is safe. I needed one for my severe injuries. After a few days under their care, I was given my own Mentor. Before I could train with the others, she forced me to run several laps or miles and continuous physical exercises. Once she was satisfied she had me train past my limits. This geared me for a better capacity to train with advancing Mages-in-Training. When I reached the level to learn higher and more powerful magic, Isis had been sent to help me."

Albus enjoyed hearing his student receiving the help he desperately needed to survive, "There's a higher level? As one of the most powerful wizards, this is something I did not know."

"Demonic Magic is the highest and the hardest. Quite addictive to train in but very rewarding against an enemy who doesn't know the counter spells."

"Would you be able to teach that to the students?" As a headmaster of a school, Albus couldn't fail to teach his students. But as a Light wizard he knew something would interrupt the peace someday and he wanted his students prepared.

"I would need to ask. But it did take me a few weeks to catch on. Although at the time I did ask Isis to be Snape's guardian angel." Albus temporarily ignored the slip, "We trained together with the other members of my team. At graduation I had accepted the position of Death's Messenger and War Mage Osiris. Even though I lost my scar I had a seer connect to it because I needed the advantage. That seer was the one who told us of the more important battles. With that connection we came here. I wanted to come home but I could not let my identity to 'accidentally' slip."

"Of course. Although a new professor of your infamous connection could be stressful."

"Very. I don't think I want that connection. Although I would need time to fulfil my duties as a Death's Messenger, it'll always come first since Isis and I are the best." Because he could easily talk to the headmaster, Osiris almost missed the agreement, "What did you just have me agree to?"

"By next year, once its fulfilled to everyone's expectations, you will be the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. Unofficially, welcome to the full-time staffing." Albus knew Remus Lupin would need to quit since his one mate happened to belong to a royal line, a line he knew Remus would take over with Isis and Sirius at his side.

Osiris could only stare open-mouthed at a very excited headmaster, who also seemed very smug about what he just accomplished.