The Way of the Warrior

By: Cubster

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Movie King Arthur. That credit goes elsewhere

Madam Pomfrey walked up to where Dumbledore and Tristan were sitting and told them that Harry would not awaken for a day or two so that he could completely heal. Dumbledore told Tristan that they would go to the Great Hall to get something to eat with the rest of the teachers and staff.

Tristan had learned a lot of the magical world in the time spent talking to Dumbledore. He had learned of the different magic known he was most intrigued by the transfiguration aspect of magic. He was especially fond of Animagi. Animagi were Witches and Wizards who had the ability to transform into an animal. He would trade his sword to have the ability to become a Hawk so he could fly with his most loyal friend. Dumbledore also told Tristan of the prejudice of their world. He told him all about pure bloods, half bloods, and muggle born or the derogatory term a mud blood.

This reminded Tristan of how the Romans looked down on the Sarmatians since they were pagans. Vernon Dursley reminded Tristan a lot of Marius Honorius, a high official Roman who treated native Britons as slaves and tortured them if they did obey the Roman's orders. "I forgot to ask Tristan, what did you do to Vernon Dursley when I came here with Harry?"

Tristan looked over to Dumbledore "Maybe Dursley got lucky and is left handed. Of course that is if he didn't bleed to death." Dumbledore looked stunned, "You cut off his hand?"

"No I cut off his whole arm."

Dumbledore had not response but just kept walking down the castle corridors. Tristan spent this time looking at all the portraits and suits of armor that decorated the corridors. "How do these paintings move?"

Dumbledore smiled "Magic" Tristan smiled at this and this time Dumbledore did comment on it. "So you do smile, it's good to show emotion Tristan, you don't need to hide behind a mask." Tristan shrugged.

"It's the way I've been since I first was taken away from my tribe. I never wanted the Roman's to know they were having any affect on me."

Dumbledore understood and did not go into the subject any deeper. They soon came to the double doors of the Great Hall and Dumbledore stopped for a moment. "The staff members are all friendly, but you should be wary of Severus." Was all he said and they entered the room.

Tristan immediately looked up and saw that there was no roof over their heads. "It is enchanted to look like the weather outside, as you can see it is a beautiful day out."

Tristan noticed for long tables side by side to another in this enormous room. Then there was a table facing them all that was on a platform. "Tristan let me introduce you to the Hogwarts Staff at this end is Filius Flitwick the Charms professor and head of the Ravenclaw house. To his left is Sorcha Sprout the Herbologist professor and head of Hufflepuff." Professor Flitwick was a very short old man and had a face full of wrinkles but had a very kind face. He sat on a stack of books so he could see over the table and he looked to be the most cheerful of the professors. Professor Sprout was a dumpy looking woman who also had a kind face and was graying in the hair.

"Right beside Professor Vector the Arithmancy teacher, he is the youngest of the Hogwarts staff. Beside him is Professor Sinistra the Astrology Professor, then we have the Transfiguration Professor Minerva McGonagall the Gryffindor head of house and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts."

Tristan looked at Professor McGonagall and saw that she was a no nonsense woman but did have a soft side to her if you knew her well enough. She wore a tight bun with Emerald Green robes with a pointed had on her head. "Now our Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, History of Magic, and Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers are either incapable of eating, wish not to eat with us, not here or do not exist so that leaves our last Professor. " Tristan looked at the last teacher sitting at the table and knew why Dumbledore told him to be wary of this man.

This man had long greasy black hair, a hooked nose, dark beady eyes and a scowl on his face. He did not look like a nice person to be around and it looked as if this man wanted nothing to do with anyone around him. "Last but not least is Severus Snape our Potions Master and head of the Slytherin House."

Tristan nodded to each professor in turn and he looked to Dumbledore to see what next. "Everyone this is Tristan, he is our guest assist him whenever he needs it or asks for it. He will be here for an undetermined amount of time so please try to get along." When Dumbledore said the last sentence, he looked pointedly at Snape.

Tristan noticed this and knew that eventually that this Snape person would give him trouble. Little did Tristan know that this would be much sooner than he thought."

Snape stood up "What is this Dumbledore, this man is wearing breeches and a tunic for Merlin's sake. A bow and a sword? What use is he for anything?"

Tristan completely ignored him "Where should I sit Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore pointed towards a seat beside Minerva McGonagall "Take a seat over beside Minerva I think you will like to talk to her about Animagi." Dumbledore had a twinkle in his eye as he took his own seat at the center of the table.

Tristan took a seat beside Professor McGonagall and he quickly engaged conversation with her about Animagus transformation. "How is that only some witches and wizards can become an Animagus but others can't?"

Professor McGonagall smiled "Any witch or wizard can become an Animagus. However, so many witches or wizards do not have the patience, focus, and self discipline to accomplish this magical art."

Tristan was listening closely to all that the professor had to say, however this ended quickly as food appeared out of thin air in front of them. Tristan was shocked but did not show it as he saw the large amount of food in front of him. However, hunger got the best of him and he took a chicken leg from one of the plates and bit into it.

"This is really good, who cooks here?" Tristan heard a pop right in front of him, he looked up and saw a weird creature with a large pointed nose with long pointy ears, and he wore the strangest clothes Tristan had ever seen.

"Me and many many other House Elves make the food Sir. We also light the fires, wash the clothes, clean the floors." Before the House Elf could continue, Tristan interrupted "What is your name?"

The House Elf had tears in his eyes when he said this "You wants to know my name sir? A lowly elf? I am Dobby sir."

"My name is Tristan"

Dobby just had a shocked look on his face before popping away. Tristan looked at Dumbledore for an answer "He just acts like that when someone treats him like their equal. House Elves are not seen as equals in our world."

Tristan looked around the table "Does anyone here treat him as their equal?" No one answered when he asked; Tristan shook his head and stood up. "From what I've been told of this Voldemort he does the same thing to muggleborns. So maybe you should look at your way of life and see that even though you don't do it through malicious actions. You still have the same outlook as Voldemort."

Tristan left the hall when after that and retraced his steps back up to where the infirmary was. When he got there, he went over to Harry's bed and sat in a chair beside it. "It seems that you will have a quite a load on your shoulders in the near future Harry. Voldemort is not going to be the only problem you will have. This world seems to be just as it was very long ago, you may be the one to fix that if what I heard is true about you. Your name is Harry, a fitting name for the man you are to become."

Tristan sat there not moving thinking about how to train Harry the best way possible. He turned around though when he heard footsteps on the other side of the door. The door opened and Dumbledore walked in "I think you two will get along very well. You both have the same sense of equality."

"It grows on you when you're treated lesser than everyone else for 15 years of your life Dumbledore." Tristan stood up "When you're a servant to an empire that you hate, it gives you an outlook on life that all creatures on this planet should be treated equally."

"I have business to take care of at the Ministry of Magic Tristan; I will leave you here with Harry. I will see you in several hours." Tristan nodded in goodbye and Dumbledore left leaving Tristan in peace.

The room was quiet except for when Madam Pomfrey came in occasionally to check up on Harry and to have a short conversation with Tristan. Soon the quietness ended when Professors McGonagall and Snape walked into the room. Professor McGonagall gasped when she saw Harry.

"My goodness, I had no idea it was this bad," she said as she walked up closer to the bed to get a closer look at Harry.

"If you ask me, the boy deserved it. Probably punished for being an insolent brat who was ungrateful at his home."

Tristan sighed and stood up to face Snape, "What makes you hate this child? What has he ever done to act like a spoilt brat?"

Snape scoffed "If you spent five minutes with the boy you would understand. He always gets his way; he is always breaking rules for his own amusement. What do you know; you're just a stupid muggle."

"From what I know, this boy only breaks rules for the benefit of this castle. You are looking for reasons to hate him."

"He is just like his father; James Potter always got away with rule breaking, always was the best at everything. Everyone loved the great James Potter."

Tristan shook his head and sat back down next to Harry's bedside. He said nothing more as Professor McGonagall yelled at Snape for his childish behavior. "Tristan is right Severus, it is time to look beyond James and finally look at who Harry is."

Snape said nothing but turned on his heel and left the room slamming the door behind him. "I am afraid that James and Sirius did cause Severus a good amount of trouble in their school days. But aside that the Marauders were the liveliest bunch that ever stepped in Hogwarts."

"Marauders?"

She smiled "James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and…" her smile faded and tears formed in her eyes. The tears slowly fell down her face as her lip trembled "and Peter Pettigrew. They were the best of friends in their school days; James, Sirius, and Remus were the clever and talented ones, and Peter I am sad to say was not that gifted in magic. He relied on the other three to look after him and to get him through school. However, several years after they left Hogwarts Peter betrayed us all, especially Harry's mother and father, Lily and James. Lord V-Voldemort was after the Potters. No one knows why but he was, so Lily and James went into hiding with Harry under a charm known as the Fidelius Charm. It would hide anyone under plain site until the secret keeper told someone their location. Peter was the secret keeper and betrayed Lily and James and had Sirius framed and thrown into prison for twelve years. But just several weeks ago Sirius was killed when Harry and five other students when to save him under a trap from Voldemort himself."

Tristan sat their in thought, as he took in all the information "So two marauders are dead, and another is a traitor. What of the last one, Remus?"

"He is still alive, but he does not have the best of lives. He is a Werewolf, a man who transforms into a wolf every full moon. When this happens Remus has no control over his actions and will kill any human being."

The professor stood up and began to leave the room when she turned around, "He doesn't have much of anyone left. Maybe you can do something about that." After that, she left without another word.

Tristan did not know what she meant by that but did not dwell on it. He soon fell asleep in the chair beside Harry's bed as sleep finally overtook him.

When Tristan awoke the next day, he saw that Harry was also awake and staring at him. "Harry" Tristan said nodding his head at him. Harry tried to sit up but could not "Don't try to sit up; you are very week through what you have been through. My name is Tristan."

Harry nodded and relaxed in the bed looking at Tristan. Harry had been cleaned up since he had been asleep and the bruising in his face had gone down considerably. Tristan could now see Harry's face much more clearly. Harry had a pale face and high cheekbones, he had almond shaped eyes and the most prominent feature of his face was the scar on his forehead, it was the shape of a lightning bolt and it was a bright red.

"How long have you had that scar?"

"Since I was a year old, why?" Harry asked as he slowly brought his arm up to his scar rubbing it lightly.

"It is almost 15 years old yet it is still red."

Harry nodded "So who brought me here?"

"I did Harry, you were near death when me and Tristan found you on your bed at your Aunt and Uncles' house. I am glad to see you awake." Dumbledore said while walking down the row of beds until he got to the foot of Harry's bed.

Harry looked from Dumbledore back to Tristan then back to Dumbledore. "Dumbledore, why is Tristan here?" Harry coughed then winced due to his injured lung.

"He is here to train you Harry; all will be explained to you once you are better and capable to full activity once again." Harry rolled his eyes at once again having is questions ignored but stayed silent, Tristan saw this gesture but would not mention until Dumbledore left the room.

Several more pleasantries were traded before Dumbledore finally left the room to conduct some business in his office. "Sometimes questions cannot be answered immediately Harry, patience is important in life. So do not get angry when answers are not always given right away. Your questions will be answered in time."

Harry looked at Tristan and scrutinized him as best he could without his glasses. "Where are my glasses?" Harry asked as he felt around the bedside table where they usually were when he was stuck in the Hospital Wing.

At that moment, Madam Pomfrey came in. "How are you feeling Mr. Potter? I took the liberty to getting you a new pair of glasses. Your old ones were so old it was a wonder you could see out of them." Madam Pomfrey handed Harry the glasses then took out her wand to check his diagnostics. "Well Mr. Potter I think by tomorrow you will be free to walk around but I would wait several days before doing anything else." After that she went back into her office, what she did in there not even Dumbledore knew.

When Harry put on his glasses, Tristan saw that he looked over Tristan once more. "Nice tattoos where did you get them?" Harry asked as he saw the two triangles on each side of Tristan's face.

"These are customary from the village I am from. Each male gets their own symbol when it is time for them to enter manhood."

"What about the braids?" Harry asked as he noticed his hair.

"Also customary from where I am from."

Harry then looked at the hilt of Tristan's sword from behind his back. "Why do you use a sword?"

"Dumbledore never said I could tell you anything about me so I shall tell you everything. I am a Sarmatian Knight of the Hadrian Wall. I am not from this time; I am from one thousand years in the past. I spent fifteen years of my life protecting the Southern half of Britain from the natives and the Saxons. Dumbledore has told me it has been around fifteen hundred years since the Roman Empire had control over this Island. I was under servitude of the Roman Empire for fifteen years, during these years I was a scout and taught to kill. I did so, I also did it very well and do not mind to kill."

Harry was listening closely as Tristan explained his past and why he was a servant to the Roman Empire for fifteen years and how he should have died in the last battle when he had battled against the Saxon leader. Tristan told Harry how he came to be here and why he was here. Harry looked eager to learn the ways of the bow and sword and Tristan had a very small smile on his face when he saw this.

"Are you afraid to kill Harry?" Tristan asked as he studied Harry's eagerness to learn the ways of the warrior.

Harry remained silent for a moment before looking Tristan in the eye. "No, Death Eaters will only kill innocents if I don't kill them and I have to kill Voldemort or die myself. I will kill them all if I have to."

Tristan nodded then stood up, "Sleep, I will talk with you and Dumbledore later."

After saying their goodbyes, Harry rested his head on the pillow and slowly falling asleep as Tristan walked out of the infirmary and heading outside. When Tristan got into the fresh air, he breathed in deeply reveling in the greatness of being in the opened. He did not enjoy the feeling of being indoors; it felt the same as being in a cage to him. He was Sarmatian; they never stayed indoors unless they needed to be.

Tristan whistled loudly into the air and saw his hawk fly around one of the turrets of the castle and down towards him. Tristan held his arm up into the air so his hawk could land; when he did, he brought her down to eye level. "Hey there, you glad to be able to spread your wings? I envy you Solana, you have no boundaries."

Tristan spent the next several hours walking around the Hogwarts grounds. He walked around the lake looking at the giant creature that swam in it. He wished he had his horse with him, to ride her around the grounds. "I have you Solana that is good enough for me; still part of me is missing without my horse."

Tristan finished his trek around the grounds and traveled back to the castle. "Maybe tomorrow I will take a walk through that forest."

Tristan walked back into the school and towards the great hall When he entered the Great Hall he saw the all the teachers seated in their same locations. He noticed that each table in front of the head table had a banner above it with a coat of arms symbolizing each house of Hogwarts.

He had an idea but did not say anything about it yet; he took the same seat from yesterday and engaged in Professor Flitwick. "Did you enjoy the grounds Tristan?" Professor Flitwick asked as he stuck his fork into his Steak and Kidney Pie.

"It is very nice, I wish I had my horse though, I love to ride it beats walking." Filius nodded in agreement "Anything beats walking, especially with these tiny legs. I have to leave ten minutes early or run to get anywhere on time in this school."

Everyone who over heard that comment chuckled, except for Snape who had no sense of humor unless it involved the misfortune of any student not in his house. Besides Severus, the meal was a pleasant affair and everyone enjoyed it. A bond of trust was born between the majority of the Hogwarts staff and Tristan that day.

AN: I do not know for sure if it is going to be a Harry/Katie story but I am leaning towards it. If you have a request for a pairing tell me and I will take note of it.

Also, I am thinking of a Tristan/Tonks pairing but once again, I would like feedback on that.