All Earth's Children characters belong to Jean Auel. All Harry Potter Characters belong to JK Rowling. I just wrote this for fun, not profit.
the realization
Latie wasn't sure when it happened, but as her command of Hagrid's language grew, she realized that he was no Mamut Caller, and this was not the spirit world. With this realization came a huge problem. Where exactly was she? There were no forests near her home. She only knew it was a forest because she had heard people describe them, people who had been on Journeys. Ayla and Jondalar had both grown up in forests, after all. So did the River People. Did the root take her far away from her home? Was that possible? She still felt very much like herself, very alive. She still felt cold and heat and hunger and pain. Hagrid couldn't teach her Calling, but perhaps he could tell her where she was, and how to get back home.
The two of them spent a very frustrating evening, Latie trying to describe her dilemna and Hagrid trying hard to understand. Okay, okay, her people were called the Mamutoi, but she didn't know what country they were from. She was Caucasian, but that didn't really narrow it down. Her language was utterly unlike anything he had ever heard and her accent was peculiar. She had told him a little of her life, but he wasn't sure he understood. Her mother's husband was some sort of chief. That would explain the intricate decoration on her clothes. The honored big cats and some other animal, but her description only confused him. She lived in a house with several other families. She knew how to hunt. She wanted to go back home.
He seized the opportunity to offer to take her to Dumbledore, but she refused. She wanted Hagrid to help, no one else. During the time she had stayed with him, she seemed to have developed a shyness for other people. After much arguing, she finally agreed to think about it.
the lesson
On some days people would come to the hut, and Hagrid would go out to meet them. Latie remained hidden in the hut, looking through the windows, watching them. His visitors were young people, about her age, and Hagrid seemed to be explaining animals to them. Latie found the idea highly amusing. She grew up with the Mammoth Hunters and had been on hunting trips for the last several years. She knew the habits of living animals and the uses for dead ones. Sometimes the young people seemed afraid of the creatures, and she was appalled at how often they did things, probably unknowing, that would provoke the creatures to attack. There wasn't one she would want as a hunting companion.
Except maybe one. A couple times she saw a boy about her age with wonderful blond hair. He reminded her of Jondalar, as she sighed dreamily. His companions acted like people from the lower status camps, but he was the one she liked to watch. She wished she could go and talk to him, but she was too shy.
Hagrid had tried to explain Hogwarts to her, but she didn't quite understand. A Camp made of only young people and a few older adults? Some elders, but no babies. She couldn't imagine a camp with no babies. Then she remembered. Was it like the Camp of the Rites of Womanhood where she had been sequestered part of last summer? Hagrid didn't know, because she didn't have the vocabulary to explain it. Which was just as well. He would have been hideously embarrassed.
All the same, she was growing lonely, with no one her own age to talk to, and seeing the blond boy reminded her of her responsibilities as a woman--to find a mate and establish her own hearth. She asked Hagrid to arrange a meeting between her and the blond boy, but he flatly refused. She attempted to wheedle an agreement out of him, but it was hopeless. The evening ended in her stamping her foot and storming off to bed in tears.