Harry hadn't been surprised at all to see the boy from his dream emerg in his room. In fact he had disarmed the antidisapparating jinx that Dumbledore had earlier put upon the house, in anticipation of this arrival.
"Wotcha" Harry said, while standing upon his feet and extending his hand in introduction. He looked over the boy, able to see his appearance more clearly now that the boy wasn't surrounded in total darkness. He was roughly five-ten, about Harry's own size. His eyes were Black with a shadow of silver in them. His hair hung about shoulder length, straight and also black. The diamond stud earing in the boys left ear sparkled, and not only was the boys face perfectly smooth, but it also had a look about it that was quite rough. That and the fact that the his body looked slightly firm with muscles made him give off an aura that showed he was nobody to mess with.
He held out his hand to meet Harry's giving it a quick but firm shake. "Names Xanth" the boy said. Harry nodded, pulled out his wand and summoned two chairs, and indicated for Xanth to sit down as he took his own seat. "I know that Dumbledore sent you to help me, and in return he gave you magic. I want you to know that you don't have to stay. You can leave this place now, and with your magic intact, for there is no way to take that away from you. But before you make your decision about going I ask only that you listen to what I have to say, about why I need your help and the danger you are in no matter what you decide to do."
Xanth stare at Harry a moment before speaking, "Do not speak of danger to me." He said. "I fear very little. Dumbledore has already giving me the conditions of your situation and of mine." At this point Harry cut in, "I didn't mean to offend you, I just thought you should know that we are at war. And if you decide to stay here by my side you will be in far greater danger than being on your own. I simply thought that the only time you came in contact with Dumbledore was the time when you were sleep. I didn't know that the two of you meet previously and had already talked matters over.
"You were right the first time. I only had the pleasure of meeting him once. But do you not recall him whispering something in my ear? What he asked me was rather or not he could leave me the details I would need in order to help you. The only way possible to give a person so much information, instantly is to be in that person's mind, and for each of you to share your mind with the other. Dumbledore gave me the choice of keeping the contents of my mind to myself, or allowing him entrance so that he could know all the things I held in my head and I could know the things he held in his. I choose the second option of course. This was a hard thing for me to do, because above all else I enjoy my privacy. This little invasion was very benefitial to me however. Because of it I am well informed on you, this situation and the entire wizarding world. Do not think for an instant that I am Dumbledore though, or that I know all that he did, he was a very powerful wizard and being so he was able to keep all of his personal thoughts to himself, while still giving me the information I would need to aid you."
"So I guess that means you don't need my little talk after all, seeing as though you are here. I take it you are going to stay then?" Harry asked.
Xanth nodded, "You have my loyalty" At this Harry smiled. Xanth was a little weird, he didn't seem to be a very happy person but he was a powerful one. Harry couldn't help but think that there was little doubt about the fact that Xanth's power rivaled his own. That was not a small statement, since Harry's power more than doubled after getting his gift from Dumbledore. In fact there despite his promise to wait for Ron and Hermione before going after the horcruxes Harry had already taken out all but the last two. Nagina, Voldemorts snake, and Voldemort himself.
Before another word could be said between the two though Harry's snowy, white owl Hedwig came flying threw the window, dropped a parchment into Harry's up turned hand and landed on her cage to stare blankly at Xanth, whom she had never seen before.
The letter was from Ron, all it said was that he and his family eagerly awaited the arrival of Harry and Xanth. Harry was baffled, He hadn't yet explained to his old friends about his dream, and so he had know I deal as to how they knew of Xanth. He wanted to sit and discuss this but Xanth felt no need, they would find out when the reached the burrow was all he said.
So as not to have to worry about luggage Harry used his wand to and sent his trunk, and Hedwigs cage ahead of him to the Burrow. Before Harry went downstairs to say good by to his family, Xanth jumped out of his two-story bedroom window, landed on his feet, and walked over to the front door where he waited for Harry.
Downstairs, Harry's uncle Vernon, his Aunt Petunia, and his Cousin Dudley were all watching T.V. He approached them a bit timidly and told him he was leaving this house for good. As he had expected the family nearly applauded. Dudley smirked, And his Uncle Vernon opened the front door and bellowed "Get the hell out then", Of the three only Petunia seem a little sad about the fact that he was leaving, and even then, the last moment she figured she would ever see him, she simply muttered "bye" Harry walked out the house, Thinking of how his life was finally starting to look up. Sure Voldemort was still trying to kill him, and he had Snape, as well as quite a few Death Eaters to deal with but now on today, not only was he a legal man at age seventeen, but he had also left the house he'd dreaded living in for seventeen years. He was better equipped to fight with also, he had Hermione, who was brilliant, Ron he was an excellent strategist, and now Xanth, A warrior not much unlike his self.
Harry was now of legal age but he still hadn't passed his apperation test yet. He walked over next to Xanth, grabbed a hold of his extended arm, and prepared for the odd closed in feeling that side-along apparating held. Xanth turned on his feet and the two of them disappeared. Reappearing at the weasley's house, a place that was hundreds of miles from their previous location.