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Chapter 8
Secrets past and New Allies
Dumbledore frowned as he gazed out one of the windows on the upper level of his office looking out towards the front gates of Hogwarts. This was going to be an interesting year at Hogwarts. But he wasn't sure if it was one he was actually looking forward to. He had a feeling that things were starting to progress faster than he had thought. Voldemort's attacks had become much more bold and frequent. There was no way now that anyone could deny that the Dark Lord had returned. And this would affect everyone in the wizarding world, most of all Harry Potter. The poor boy had been through so much already and it was sure to multiply as he started his sixth year. He himself had been the one to explain the prophecy to the child. Something he should have done long before last year. He knew he should have told the boy sooner. He kept telling himself that the he was waiting until Harry could better understand. But he wondered that if not for what had befallen his young ward last year if he would have ever told the young man. And it wasn't as if Harry wouldn't have been able to handle it a lot sooner. Heavens the boy had shown himself capable many times over. Harry was definitely a marvel. He had many times proven himself a match for many adult wizards even the Dark Lord. It is quite hard to summon a corporeal Patronus. Many adult wizards were unable to do it. Harry had been able to summon one at the slight age of thirteen. He shown great maturity and strength to run the D.A. last year for the possibility of what Dolores Umbridge might have done if she caught them must have been on his mind the entire time. And yet he had faced up to his fears and had gone against the lady any way. Yes he couldn't use Harry not being able to understand as his reason for not telling the boy sooner. The reason had been completely selfish. The truth was that he didn't want to tell the boy because he didn't want the guilt of burdening the young man any more than he already did. He had come to love the child as if he was his own grandson. He was so proud of what the youth had been able to accomplish in his sixteen years. And even though his life had been everything but easy and sometimes things got him down, he always came out looking at the brighter side of things, or at least the somewhat brighter. There was no way that some one that had been through what he had could ever be totally innocent. But yet he seemed to portray it rather well. This was a true testament to his strength. That and he was still capable of love after all the pain.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on his door. "Yes, you may enter."
The door opened quietly and Minerva McGonagall entered. "Albus, you have visitors." She stepped a side and a tall beautiful woman with long white blond hair and blue green eyes entered. Beside her was a young man about sixteen He had short black hair that hung to just past the nape of his neck and pulled back into a neat pony tail. His skin was dark and he looked Asian in descent. But in strict contrast to his dark complexion he had the most striking amber eyes imaginable. One would say they were animalistic almost feral.
"It's good to see you again Albus." She held her hand out.
"I could say the same to you Gelena." He took her hand and kissed the back. "How long has it been now Fifty years?"
"Yes that would seem about right." Her smile was radiant and her manner comfortable as one would expect between old friends. "But then again time does not mean much to us eternal beings."
"Does it now though?" He had to know. She had told him of her relationship to Harry. He had been shocked at first. He had never known that Lilly's family had an Elfin Heritage. It made sense though. The unearthly Green eyes, Lilly's way of seeming to understand what animals wanted and need, and not to mention Harry's strong protection against magic. Elves where known to be immune to much magic. One might not even bother casting a holding spell on them for it failed most of the time and only had a two percent chance of working. But that was for a full elf, but it would explain why Harry had been able to through off the Imperious curse. It might even shed some light on why the Killing curse had reflected off him as a baby.
"Now, I guess I will have to keep track again. So far Harry has aged the same as any normal human being. He does seem terribly small though. And I wonder if he's getting enough to eat. He looks so skinny." She was sounding upset. She gave Dumbledore an accusing stare.
"I promise you Gelena you're Grandson is getting plenty to eat both here at Hogwarts and with the Weasley's. Believe me Molly would never let the Lad go hungry. It seems to be her goal in life to feed and love people." Dumbledore made sure that he used the word grandson. Gelena had made it clear on their first meeting about this that no greats were to be added to that title. To immortals the meaning of extended family is almost lost. You were just family.
"Yes, I've heard much about this Molly Weasley from Delphine. She seems to be quite a nice Witch. Delphine says that she's taken on kind of the mother figure for Harry. I'm happy he can have that in his life since his mother was taken from him."
"Yes. By the way who is this young man standing next to you?" Even though the head master had talked about him the young man kept his head bowed.
"Well, I heard that you were taking some exchange students this year and I was wondering if you might be able to find some room for one more. I know it's not typical Hogwarts policy but I hoped you might make an exception. I have a very important task for this young man. And he needs to learn discipline." Her last sentence was very firm.
The boy shuffled his feet and seemed uncomfortable standing there next to the Headmost High elf and the headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Well I wouldn't see why not. Has he had any schooling in Wizardry before?"
"Yes, at the Ise Academy in Japan."
"Ah, yes I was right. So what did he do to gain your wrath?"
"What do you mean? Who said that I was....?"
"You can't hide it from me I know you to well. Not to mention you clenched your jaw and fists when you talked about him."
"This young man saw fit to try to play a practical joke on my Cousin. He seems to think that being a Kitsune grants him certain freedoms. Well, now he will learn. For his punishment I have charged him with protecting Harry. He has his spirit fire and is capable on taking other forms if need be, and unless the person knew exactly what they were watching for they wouldn't be any the wiser."
"So I see. So what might you're name be young man." He bent slightly so that he was equal height. At first the boy didn't want to answer. This man scared him. The magic strength radiated off of him and he was intimidated. Gelena elbowed him in the side singling for him to answer.
Itazuraga, Itazuraga Amai Desu. Sorry I mean sir." He bowed at the waist showing respect.
"It's perfectly alright Amai. I don't expect you to loose all of your Japanese customs just because you're going to school in England now." He gave the boy a friendly smile his eyes twinkling. "So you went to Ise Academy?"
"Yes sir."
The headmaster took in the boy's uniform. The Ise students wore dark blue high necked shirts and white pants. On the collar each student wore a silver button with a colored gem showing which house they were in; a red one, like the one that shown from the boy's collar, showed that he was a member of the Hachiman House. And the tiger with a red Poppy behind it embroidered on his black robe just confirmed it. It would seem that he would do well in Gryffindor. For the same characteristics that the Hachiman house favored so did Gryffindor. "So do you know Muraki Sensei. He teaches the class on Ancient Curses."
"Yes sir. I have not had the honor to have him. But he is well known through the school. He is an interesting man to say the least."
The headmaster laughed. "Yes, yes he is. I met him once at an international teacher conference and I believe that I was totally lost when I was finished talking to him. I invited him once to give a guest lecture but I couldn't pull him away from Ise." His face became a bit sad. "There is one student here that I think might get something useful out of the lecture. Well that aside I believe that you will fit right in here."
The boy took in the old mans smile. He knew that the Headmaster meant well. But he also knew that the High Elf had other plans for him. She had given him only one choice to escape her wrath. He had to transfer to Hogwarts but more importantly she wanted him to protect Harry Potter. And he really didn't have a choice. He would do it.
Chapter 8
Secrets past and New Allies
Dumbledore frowned as he gazed out one of the windows on the upper level of his office looking out towards the front gates of Hogwarts. This was going to be an interesting year at Hogwarts. But he wasn't sure if it was one he was actually looking forward to. He had a feeling that things were starting to progress faster than he had thought. Voldemort's attacks had become much more bold and frequent. There was no way now that anyone could deny that the Dark Lord had returned. And this would affect everyone in the wizarding world, most of all Harry Potter. The poor boy had been through so much already and it was sure to multiply as he started his sixth year. He himself had been the one to explain the prophecy to the child. Something he should have done long before last year. He knew he should have told the boy sooner. He kept telling himself that the he was waiting until Harry could better understand. But he wondered that if not for what had befallen his young ward last year if he would have ever told the young man. And it wasn't as if Harry wouldn't have been able to handle it a lot sooner. Heavens the boy had shown himself capable many times over. Harry was definitely a marvel. He had many times proven himself a match for many adult wizards even the Dark Lord. It is quite hard to summon a corporeal Patronus. Many adult wizards were unable to do it. Harry had been able to summon one at the slight age of thirteen. He shown great maturity and strength to run the D.A. last year for the possibility of what Dolores Umbridge might have done if she caught them must have been on his mind the entire time. And yet he had faced up to his fears and had gone against the lady any way. Yes he couldn't use Harry not being able to understand as his reason for not telling the boy sooner. The reason had been completely selfish. The truth was that he didn't want to tell the boy because he didn't want the guilt of burdening the young man any more than he already did. He had come to love the child as if he was his own grandson. He was so proud of what the youth had been able to accomplish in his sixteen years. And even though his life had been everything but easy and sometimes things got him down, he always came out looking at the brighter side of things, or at least the somewhat brighter. There was no way that some one that had been through what he had could ever be totally innocent. But yet he seemed to portray it rather well. This was a true testament to his strength. That and he was still capable of love after all the pain.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on his door. "Yes, you may enter."
The door opened quietly and Minerva McGonagall entered. "Albus, you have visitors." She stepped a side and a tall beautiful woman with long white blond hair and blue green eyes entered. Beside her was a young man about sixteen He had short black hair that hung to just past the nape of his neck and pulled back into a neat pony tail. His skin was dark and he looked Asian in descent. But in strict contrast to his dark complexion he had the most striking amber eyes imaginable. One would say they were animalistic almost feral.
"It's good to see you again Albus." She held her hand out.
"I could say the same to you Gelena." He took her hand and kissed the back. "How long has it been now Fifty years?"
"Yes that would seem about right." Her smile was radiant and her manner comfortable as one would expect between old friends. "But then again time does not mean much to us eternal beings."
"Does it now though?" He had to know. She had told him of her relationship to Harry. He had been shocked at first. He had never known that Lilly's family had an Elfin Heritage. It made sense though. The unearthly Green eyes, Lilly's way of seeming to understand what animals wanted and need, and not to mention Harry's strong protection against magic. Elves where known to be immune to much magic. One might not even bother casting a holding spell on them for it failed most of the time and only had a two percent chance of working. But that was for a full elf, but it would explain why Harry had been able to through off the Imperious curse. It might even shed some light on why the Killing curse had reflected off him as a baby.
"Now, I guess I will have to keep track again. So far Harry has aged the same as any normal human being. He does seem terribly small though. And I wonder if he's getting enough to eat. He looks so skinny." She was sounding upset. She gave Dumbledore an accusing stare.
"I promise you Gelena you're Grandson is getting plenty to eat both here at Hogwarts and with the Weasley's. Believe me Molly would never let the Lad go hungry. It seems to be her goal in life to feed and love people." Dumbledore made sure that he used the word grandson. Gelena had made it clear on their first meeting about this that no greats were to be added to that title. To immortals the meaning of extended family is almost lost. You were just family.
"Yes, I've heard much about this Molly Weasley from Delphine. She seems to be quite a nice Witch. Delphine says that she's taken on kind of the mother figure for Harry. I'm happy he can have that in his life since his mother was taken from him."
"Yes. By the way who is this young man standing next to you?" Even though the head master had talked about him the young man kept his head bowed.
"Well, I heard that you were taking some exchange students this year and I was wondering if you might be able to find some room for one more. I know it's not typical Hogwarts policy but I hoped you might make an exception. I have a very important task for this young man. And he needs to learn discipline." Her last sentence was very firm.
The boy shuffled his feet and seemed uncomfortable standing there next to the Headmost High elf and the headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Well I wouldn't see why not. Has he had any schooling in Wizardry before?"
"Yes, at the Ise Academy in Japan."
"Ah, yes I was right. So what did he do to gain your wrath?"
"What do you mean? Who said that I was....?"
"You can't hide it from me I know you to well. Not to mention you clenched your jaw and fists when you talked about him."
"This young man saw fit to try to play a practical joke on my Cousin. He seems to think that being a Kitsune grants him certain freedoms. Well, now he will learn. For his punishment I have charged him with protecting Harry. He has his spirit fire and is capable on taking other forms if need be, and unless the person knew exactly what they were watching for they wouldn't be any the wiser."
"So I see. So what might you're name be young man." He bent slightly so that he was equal height. At first the boy didn't want to answer. This man scared him. The magic strength radiated off of him and he was intimidated. Gelena elbowed him in the side singling for him to answer.
Itazuraga, Itazuraga Amai Desu. Sorry I mean sir." He bowed at the waist showing respect.
"It's perfectly alright Amai. I don't expect you to loose all of your Japanese customs just because you're going to school in England now." He gave the boy a friendly smile his eyes twinkling. "So you went to Ise Academy?"
"Yes sir."
The headmaster took in the boy's uniform. The Ise students wore dark blue high necked shirts and white pants. On the collar each student wore a silver button with a colored gem showing which house they were in; a red one, like the one that shown from the boy's collar, showed that he was a member of the Hachiman House. And the tiger with a red Poppy behind it embroidered on his black robe just confirmed it. It would seem that he would do well in Gryffindor. For the same characteristics that the Hachiman house favored so did Gryffindor. "So do you know Muraki Sensei. He teaches the class on Ancient Curses."
"Yes sir. I have not had the honor to have him. But he is well known through the school. He is an interesting man to say the least."
The headmaster laughed. "Yes, yes he is. I met him once at an international teacher conference and I believe that I was totally lost when I was finished talking to him. I invited him once to give a guest lecture but I couldn't pull him away from Ise." His face became a bit sad. "There is one student here that I think might get something useful out of the lecture. Well that aside I believe that you will fit right in here."
The boy took in the old mans smile. He knew that the Headmaster meant well. But he also knew that the High Elf had other plans for him. She had given him only one choice to escape her wrath. He had to transfer to Hogwarts but more importantly she wanted him to protect Harry Potter. And he really didn't have a choice. He would do it.