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Whatever It Takes

"There is someone else with you Calanon. Open this door!"

Those words made Harry's insides freeze. He gripped Tristan's arm and closed his eyes, trying to will this all away. He really didn't want to die just because he couldn't keep a measly secret! He heard Gandalf pound the door again and idly wondered how the door was still keeping him out…

"Tristan…what are we—" he looked up to the angel only to notice the strangest thing.

WAS HE SMILING!?

Tristan gave him a small smile as he took in a deep breath. "Trust me. Having a wizard here to help would be both beneficial to you and me. He could help you in areas where I can't. Trust me." his voice was soothing but Harry was to shocked to care.

"Trust you!? What about this dumb stupid secret you've been telling me to keep! Tristan!" Harry whispered fiercely. "I don't want to die!" and Harry thought back to all the things they'd talked about. "This is certainly not the time to go bi-polar on me!"

Tristan frowned. "Bi-polar…sounds…cold." He chewed this over and deciding it was an insult he gave the elf a frown. "Just trust me."

With three steps, Tristan had detached himself from the panicked elf and did the one thing Harry found horrifying at the moment. Tristan turned the knob and slowly let the door open.

Or it would have been slow, had not the impatient and exasperated wizard barged through and slammed it open. Harry stood quite still, not even laughing as Tristan was pushed to the floor and trampled on.

Gandalf didn't seem to notice the pancake he was stepping on either until said pancake let out a loud groan. The wizard looked down, gasped and jumped to the side. Tristan lay there still groaning as Gandalf took his staff and started to poke his side.

Harry didn't want the stick aimed at him so he quietly muttered, "He's an angel not a jellyfish." He wrung his hands and half expected some form of lightning to come through the ceiling and hit him full on…ending his miserable life.

Unfortunately nothing happened so he had to settle with Gandalf's inescapably wraith.

"Just because I'm dead doesn't mean you all have to try and kill me AGAIN!" Tristan sat up and knocked Gandalf's prodding staff away. "For an old guy, you're really something. It's a pity you're name is Frofo…"

Gandalf raised an eyebrow and Harry idly wondered why he wasn't being accused of being the ultimate evil or something. Actually…I'd be kinda fun to watch Gandalf yell at someone else now…it'd be a welcome change of scenery.

"Frofo…?" the older wizard asked wearily. "Am I to suspect you're that bumbling man young Calanon has been secretly meeting with?"

Harry's heart decided to work again as he let out a sigh. But maybe this was the calm before the storm…

"I'm also the carpet you used to wipe your feet. Hi…I'm Tristan. Harry—er—Calanon's guardian." Tristan seemed oddly composed as he stood up and wiped his shirt off. "Am I to suspect you're the old guy who goes by the name of Frofo?"

Harry bit back a groan and half expected Tristan to be burned to death right on the spot. He looked to Gandalf, who was ignoring him, and was surprised to find no anger on the older wizard's face.

So maybe his vendetta was only against Harry…

"My name, young man, is not Frofo, as to which I'm confused as to how you could've come to that conclusion. My name is Gandalf the Grey. An Istari of Middle Earth. And seeing as you're Calanon's guardian might you be a wizard as well?"

What the hell!? Prying old man…

Tristan looked confused. "Gandalf? I thought you said his name was Frofo!" Tristan turned to him and Harry suddenly felt the strong need to blend in with the wall. Gandalf also turned and looked at him with slight disdain. "Anyways…" Tristan must have noticed his discomfort.

"How did you know!?" Harry cut in. He turned to Gandalf who was looking very smug. "I...How did you know I wasn't an elf or that I could do magic!?"

Gandalf chuckled and Harry's guard picked up again. "The trees have ears and they have voices. I made it clear that I did not trust you entirely. It came as a surprise but maybe this is for the best. Frodo came across you for a reason, dear boy. There must be a purpose of your coming during these dark times. You were sent by the Valar…make no mistake. You could be a turning tide in the war to come."

War.

"I'm sorry but I'm not your savior." Harry said quietly. "And I'm not an Elfling!" he added vehemently. Gandalf merely raised an eyebrow.

"We can't tell you everything—" Tristan began.

"Then I can't trust you completely either." Gandalf said sternly.

"Listen! My life is on the line!" Harry's anger flared.

"So is the life of every being in Middle Earth." Gandalf shot back.

"Fine! He'll help you!" Tristan added.

Harry blinked. Gandalf looked smug.

"What…?" Harry glared at the smiling whitelighter. "You can't—"

"It is destiny. Otherwise we would not have crossed paths. Calanon…your destiny is to help this world, to help Frodo, to help destroy the ring of power!" Gandalf declared.

Harry glared harder. "I've already gone through this!"

"Then you have experience. Now tell me…you can do magic, no?"

And so Tristan began the whole tale from the beginning. Starting with Harry's own war and ending with where they were right now. He also explained his magic more, a story Harry himself had yet to hear.

"Merlin had awesome power. He was able to cast out every demon out of England. So in turn, most of them strayed to America. As you might be able to tell, the witches there were not happy. They tried to expel the demons back but Merlin's individual power proved far too great. He permanently sealed every demon away and they made a new home in America. The witches there held a loathing for him. Some magical books even erase his existence. Like the sword in the stone story. It's a different version than what it was in England. That's why you might not have known about the different magic's." Tristan turned to Harry who nodded slowly. "Both magic's are far too different and both claim superiority even though both have some major …flaws. I personally think we could achieve peace within the magical community if everyone worked together. But prejudice is still too strong in this day and age."

"Unity is the goal to peace…this world must come to understand this as well. The disputes between all the races will give us slim chance of victory. We either all unite or we each fall." Gandalf said gravely.

Harry nodded feeling slightly uncomfortable. If he could help this world, now his own, should he? He knew the answer to that.

"I'll help you. In whatever way I can...whatever it takes... Just one thing…" Harry trailed off.

Gandalf nodded. "Yes?"

"I. Am. Not. An. ELFLING!" Harry ground out which made Tristan laugh and Gandalf chuckle.

"After your unique story I now know that. You should be happy the Valar granted you this body…you could've been turned into a dwarf." Gandalf said half seriously.

Tristan nudged his side and whispered. "Told you."

Harry was about to reply when his elf ears picked up something he hadn't noticed before. His head turned towards the slightly open door and he sighed.

"Frodo…Sam…? You can come in. I might as well let you know as well…" Harry's shoulder's slouched. Both hobbits came in then. Sam looked so embarrassed, his whole face turned red and he wouldn't meet any of their eyes while Frodo looked quite comfortable, only stopping to give Tristan a funny look.

"Howdy." Tristan greeted and looked both of them up and down. "Wow…you guys are tiny—"

Harry smacked him.

"OW!" Tristan rubbed his head. "I was just saying…" he trailed off as Harry's arm gave indication it was about to raise. "You hit hard…FOR A GIRL!" Tristan quickly jumped away as Harry aimed to hit him harder. "What now!? You—HUMPH!"

Tristan managed to trip over while avoiding trying to trip. Frodo looked aghast as the blonde flew into a pile of clothes before toppling over a small shelf of knick-knacks.

Frodo turned towards Harry. "Is he your father? Because I see a resemblance…"

Tristan's head looked up from where it was on the ground. "Haha. He made a funny. No, I'm his guardian—"

"Of no blood relation." Harry assured the hobbit but it didn't seem to help.

"Is he an elf too?" Sam spoke for the first time. Tristan laughed.

"No…" Harry muttered. "He's a psycho—"

"How much did you two hear?" Gandalf suddenly demanded. Frodo turned his head to the wizard as Sam turned several shades of red clearly ashamed.

"Everything." Frodo admitted. He turned to Harry. "How come you—"

"Good!" Gandalf interrupted saving Harry. "This saves time. You three…four?" he turned to Tristan who shook his head. "You three must head out right now! We need to make haste! We have wasted enough time as it is. As for me, I shall go to the Head of my Order. He'll know what to do."

And so they were all ushered out of the room to prepare for a journey that would surely change their lives.

Some more than others…

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No more than an hour later, found them all in a field, walking across until they reached the point where they would all head their separate ways. Along the way, Harry sensed that something was troubling his guardian as he kept glancing towards Harry then back to the ground, muttering things even Harry couldn't pick up. When they finally got there Gnadlaf spoke to both Frodo and Sam privately and Harry took this time to turn to Tristan but found the whitelighter already turned to him.

"Harry…" he sighed. "I don't have much time to explain this to you but…"

Harry's emerald eyes clouded with confusion. "What? What's wrong? You're not leaving me are you?" the thought alone made Harry feel very lonely.

Tristan gave a kind smile. "No…but I have to tell you something important and don't hate me for keeping this from you but I just didn't want you to get hurt or get him in trouble…"

Harry tilted his head to the side. "I don't get it."

"When a soul who has done great good on Earth is killed before their time, they're given the chance to become a whitelighter. Some choose it and some don't and rather they pass on. I chose, for whatever reason, to stay. Frankly…. I was scared of whatever happened afterward. So I stayed." Tristan sighed and Harry saw a new side to his crazy guardian. "Do you remember when we were talking and you mentioned losing someone…someone you loved?"

Harry's brow furrowed. "When we were talking…? I—I mentioned Sirius…my godfather. But what does this have to do with anything? Tristan?"

Tristan gave another long sigh. "How did he die?" he asked quietly.

Harry felt his throat constrict as he let out the words. "He died—he died by coming to my rescue. I was fooled and it was my fault. My damn hero complex…he was killed and flung through the Veil at the Department of Mysteries."

"He did much good…he saved the future hero of the Wizarding world, didn't he? And sadly he died before his time…" Harry could tell Tristan was hinting at something—

"Another important reason I couldn't come when you called me was because one of our newer recruited whitelighters came up to me. He demanded he needed to see you and so it took some time for me to lose this man…Professional stalker…" Tristan smiled a little at his memory.

"Why would he want to meet me?" Some part of Harry knew where this was leading but the rational part of his mind demanded he not even think of that possibility—it would hurt too much if he were to get his hopes up.

Tristan sighed yet again and then steeled himself. "I'm telling you this because you deserve to know." Then his face soured. "That and that man is just so damn stubborn! His animagus form shouldn't have been a dog! It should have been a mule!" he murmured.

Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Are you saying—"

"Harry…When your godfather died he was given the choice." Tristan looked him in the eye. "Sirius Black chose to become a Whitelighter."

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