Albus looked at the girl thoughtfully; she did not appear to be lying at yet, "You know time travel that far back into the past has not been invented yet?"
Malandra Sighed, "I know the magic will not come about for about ten years or so, my parents--" she stopped, as she remembered Harry was standing there. She recalled how her mother had laughed about Harry's reaction to her choice of husbands. It had not been the most understanding of reactions in fact, Malandra recalled, her mother had said it entailed a lot of yelling, lecturing, and comments involving her father's hair-washing habits. Perhaps it was best to revel as little as possible about her parents.
"My parents were rather instrumental in the creation of the spells to allow one to go back this far. However, the magic used to do this is very powerful and therefore, such a spell can only be done by the caster once."
Harry looked over at the girl and the back to Dumbledore. "Professor, wouldn't it be best to make sure she is not simply a spy sent here by Voldemort?" He looked at her, "Forgive me for sounding suspicious, but, well, your story does seem a bit…….. Far fetched."
Malandra smiled ruefully. Oh, Harry, if only you knew. "Of course." She said, "These are dangerous times, I would not expect you would simply take my word for it; whatever you have to do, please by all means, do it."
Dumbledore looked at her, "Very well." he said, "I will return in a moment, in the mean time," he said, "Since you will be alone with Mr. Potter, I'm afraid I will have to put a binding spell on you. You will be able to talk, but not to move. It's an extra precaution that I hope you will not be offended by."
"Not at all professor." She said smoothly, as she sat down at the seat in front of his desk. Dumbledore cast the charm before exiting the room. Once he left she looked at Harry.
"Hello Harry, how are you? Long time, no see."
AN, lol, next chappy, Malandra and Harry have an "enlightening" conversation.
