Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way shape or form. I do not claim to own him or anything else that may in fact be the thought of the lovely writer Jo Rowling is, please don't sue me. I do however own all original characters in whole or in part that appear in this story. This story is not HBP compliant, though quite a few things are taken from that book; again I own nothing except for the plot and original characters. Thank you for reading! –Gypsy Jade

Summary: Not fully HBP compliant. Harry starts having strange dreams and they all end the same, with unearthly silver eyes haunting him. Something is going on and for the first time in the last 10 years if not the history of Hogwarts two new teachers grace Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Author's Note:

All right my darlings, this is technically the other half of chapter 12 but it was getting really bloody long so I had to start a new chapter before it ended up like a novella.

Mr. Oliver Xymoron,

I just had to give Ron a moment of brilliance that had nothing to do with Chess, or the Chuddley Cannons. LOL Actually the reason why Hermione isn't the "voice of reason" is because she's already figured out what Yamele is, much like when she figured out Lupin was a werewolf. Yamele has also gained Hermione's trust which will pop up in the next chapter. And you do bring up valid points; I quite enjoy your flames LOL. And I'm honored that you keep reading.

Chapter 13

Mysterious Trust

The bright signs advertising Canary Creams, self checking quills and prank wands told them they had reached their destination. As they entered the crowded shop Harry noted that this shop in Hogsmeade was slightly smaller than the twins' shop in London, but just as popular. A bang was heard near the back of the store and soon two redheads were seen running towards the very startled Canary in the middle of the 3rd aisle.

"We told you there were no free samples..." Harry and Yamele followed the commotion only to come upon what could only be described as a large canary hopping about the middle of the aisle pecking at his "friends" who were doubled over with laughter at his predicament.

"I suggest one of you pays for that canary cream or your friend will have to show up to classes with feathers..." Fred glared mischievously at the boys who were only spurred into louder peels of laughter at this proclamation. Not missing a beat George quite calmly pointed over his shoulder towards where Harry and Yamele stood.

"And seeing as your dear Professor VanHouten is a close friend of ours, we know she would be more than willing to give you lot a week's worth of detention with Filch for tricking your fellow classmate into sneaking one of our goods." At the sound of detention and Professor VanHouten the boys stopped laughing and quickly started to scrounge the money for the pack they opened. Once Fred turned the canary back into a boy and said disgruntled and embarrassed boy took the box and quickly left the store, the rest looked rather puzzled at each other.

"You lot better be careful of anything you eat this coming week, I doubt your friend will be highly forgiving, especially if he thinks you've gotten him in trouble with Professor VanHouten." Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the ridiculous evil glint that Fred and George shared and the boys quickly fled after their friend.

Shaking her head as she approached them Harry couldn't help but notice how calm and at ease Yamele seemed with the twins, and watching their warm welcome to her he could only smile. He followed her and was greeted with Fred's rather cheeky smile and George's exaggerated wink.

"Good to see new lovebirds out and about on such a nice Saturday" Yamele rolled her eyes at George's antics though a slight blush appeared across her cheeks again.
"And it's always great to see that you're corrupting the student's minds with such trickery." Fred and George beamed at her and patted each other on the back.
"We do a rather good job of it don't we?" Fred gave a ridiculous bow while George wiped "proud tears" from his eyes. It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes at their dramatics.

"So you've decided on a shop closer to Hogwarts...how is your mum taking that news?" Harry watched in amusement as the twins stole glances at each other and seemed uneasy answering that question.
"What she doesn't know can't possibly hurt us, at least not before we've totaled up our sales." Fred grinned and wrapped an arm around Yamele leading her towards the front of the store.
"Have I mentioned how lovely it is to see you my darling Yamele." Sidestepping him slightly Yamele stopped and raised an eyebrow focusing her mercury eyes on the redhead.
"I'm sure you were counting down the days...so do tell me why you were in such dire need to see me today" Looking at his twin for help Harry watched as George went to his brother's aid and both proceeded to kneel and beg.
"We got this incredible deal on goods and we couldn't pass them up..." George started his explanation as Fred picked up.
"...but they never told us the goods were alive. And the packaging is in Romanian and we have no idea what could be inside..." Fred looked back at his brother just as George again picked up the explanation.
"And you're the only one we know who can read Romanian that won't go directly to the Ministry about whatever it is we bought..." Harry looked at the two in disbelief; they bought Romanian goods without knowing what they were.
"You're lucky you're my favorite redheaded twins...and that it couldn't have possibly been something too dangerous or I would have already heard about it...but you definitely owe me if Molly owls me to ask about whatever it is." Yamele shook her head and headed back towards the front of the store, behind the counter she knew the twins kept their storage.

"That's insane..." Harry turned to Fred as George followed behind Yamele.
"It seemed like a good idea at the time...granted there was a lot of Firewhiskey involved." Fred shrugged and led Harry at a slower pace towards the front of the store as well.
"So how are things going young Harry?" The cheeky grin made Harry very aware that Fred meant with Yamele.
"Things are fine I suppose...I'm sure you've already heard about what happened in Hagrid's class earlier this week." Fred nodded and stopped as if to think for a moment. Harry stopped as well and looked over all the new items on the shelves hearing the light "yeah" that told him there was more that Fred wanted to say. Deciding on picking up a few of the twins' self checking quills Harry was a bit startled when Fred nudged his shoulder and looked at him seriously.

"Well in that case do you think you can hold on to this for me?" in his hand Harry saw an old tattered book, the leather bound volume seemed to have strangely familiar carvings on its cover. Obviously this book had seen better days; parts of the leather were so worn that he could barely make out letters of a title.

"Sure but what for? It's just a book isn't it?" Harry took the book and tapped it with his wand to make it small enough to fit into his pocket. Fred looked around as if to make sure no one was minding them much or listening to what they were talking about.
"Trust me Harry, you'll need it more than I do, just make sure none of the teachers see it." With that cryptic message Fred turned to help a 4th year who couldn't make up her mind over a self checking quill or a box of assorted candies designed to get the taker out of any class.

Deciding it was best not to ask Harry made his way towards the register with his quills. He wondered when things had gotten so complicated, and heard himself scoff at that thought, his entire life had been complicated. But he couldn't shake off the feeling that things were about to get even more complicated than normal for him, and he had the dreadful feeling it was due to the enchanting woman now on the floor behind the counter, copying the writing on the sides of the crates; one of which was now open to reveal what Harry could only describe as large fairies having tea from flower petals.
"I'm not sure I should ask...but...you bought Romanian fairies?" Harry looked around and spotted George behind the register looking rather flustered as a particular blonde haired fairy continued to fly about his face.
"Apparently they did and that one has taken a rather serious liking to George." Yamele dusted off her pants and jumped over the counter pen and pad in hand pulling Harry's jacket back on. Harry watched as her brow furrowed and she stared momentarily at her writing, her movements pausing so that she hadn't quite got his jacket on all the way. Instinctively he moved closer to help her and felt her muscles once again relax as she turned and smiled at him, those mercury orbs sparkling gently.

"So George has a new girlfriend does he?" Harry turned a bit as Fred came up to them causing his hand to slip down Yamele's arm and land on her waist.

"Apparently that little fairy has taken a liking to your twin." Harry pointed out at the rather persistent fairy that had seated herself on George's shoulder and refused to get off, no matter how much he tried to shake her. Harry felt a weight on his side and realized that Yamele was leaning against him trying to quell her laughter. Fred also laughed but much more openly at his brother's dilemma and attempted to go help him after George threw an empty display box at him.

"Come on then little fairy, I'm the better looking twin." Fred tried to convince the stubborn fairy to let go of his brother but she only huffed and snuggled into George's cheek, obviously not sharing in Fred's sentiments. Harry and Yamele moved closer to the register as the line of customers shortened.
"Lassen Sie bitte George Arbeit Anya. Warum nicht Sie ontop des Registers sitzen? dann können Sie ihn ohne in der Gefahr zu sein aufpassen." Yamele's voice rang firmly and while pouting the fairy consented and flew down to sit on the register, watching George intently. Free of his small admirer George quite promptly brought his cupped hand behind his twins head and proceeded to hit him.

"This is your fault, and if it wasn't that I'm sure we can teach them to speak English in a few weeks I'd leave you to be hounded by the rest of them." Fred rubbed his head and shrugged ignoring his brother as the former rang Harry up; instead he directed his thoughts to Yamele.

"If they're Romanian, why were you speaking German?" Harry watched Yamele slip the pen and pad she had back into the pocket in his jacket as she rested her hands there.
"Because they were caught in Romania, but they are German fairies. Whoever sold them to you couldn't tell the difference, or else they would have charged you more than they did. The difference is that these fairies will grow to adult human-size given the proper care, Romanian fairies only grow to toddler size." Harry paid for his quills and noting the mischievous glint in the twins eyes decided now would be a good time to head towards the Three Broomsticks.

"You think maybe we should head to the Three Broomsticks Yamele?" Breaking her level glare at the twins Yamele nodded and said her goodbyes, Harry rolled his eyes as Fred gave him the thumb's up sign on his way out. The crowds thinned somewhat as they walked back towards the main entrance to Hogsmeade. Harry couldn't hold his tongue much longer and before they had made it to the pub he stopped Yamele.

"Why do you haunt me so?" Harry watched as Yamele looked at him, the incessant swirling of her eyes slowed as they stood there staring at each other. A million thoughts flew through his head, as her serenity seemed to beg him to unravel her mysteries. As their eyes met again, Harry knew that he had all the answers; he just had to make an avid effort to obtain them. A smile spread across those wicked crimson lips as Yamele smiled at him, and for once Harry saw something peculiar about it something about her canines seemed off and yet it made it that much more beautiful.
"Yamele, I'll know what you are by the night of the ball" Harry felt her squeeze his hand gently and a flicker of worry crossed her silver eyes but her smile never faltered.
"I know you will Harry, I wouldn't expect any thing less from you. Let's just hope I still have a date for the ball" Harry smiled and on a whim pulled her closer until they were hugging in the middle of Hogsmeade. Something in Harry warmed as he took in her scent: roses, a mint-y sort of oil and the distinct smell of leather filled his nostrils and he couldn't help but revel in the fact that though she often seemed at eye level with him, she fit rather nicely into his form and he could comfortably lay his head over hers.

"I promise I'll be your date to the Masquerade ball, no matter what." Harry pulled away and took Yamele's hand again, this time neither stopped until they reached The Three Broomsticks.

The Three Broomsticks was as usual filled with students, happily consuming butterbeer and sharing their day's shopping adventures. As they entered Harry and Yamele once again blended into the crowd and soon they spotted Remus sitting at a rather hidden table near the back, contemplating whatever it was that he had in his cup. Yamele made to move towards the bar and order, and again on a whim Harry followed her in time to see the smile fall off of Rosemerta's face. Placing his hand affectionately on the small of Yamele's back, he felt her shift her weight so that it was apparent that they were together.

"Two butterbeers and some blood wine if you please Rosemerta" Yamele for her part seemed to only add fuel to the stoked fire in the barkeep's eyes by laying her head on Harry's shoulder. Slightly taken a back, Rosemerta hesitated for a moment but went about getting the two butterbeers and pulling out a glass and bottle of burgundy colored wine.
"What a surprise to see you out and about with a student Professor." Rosemerta's smile was cold as she addressed Yamele and Harry could feel his own muscles tense at her tone.
"And how unsurprising to find you still revel in business other than simply serving your clientele, I'll take the whole bottle if you please and an extra glass for Remus." Yamele handed the mugs of butterbeer to Harry as she took the bottle out of Rosemerta's hands and placed the corresponding money on the counter before also scooping up the glasses with her free hand.
"Treacherous this one Harry I'd watch your back. I doubt the Minister will be pleased to hear about this sort of relationship." A cold finger traveled down Harry's spine as he stopped mid stride.
"Much more treacherous I'll be if Scigmmour dares to say anything to me on accounts of you. Not to mention how dreadfully unhappy he'll be if he truly finds the answers he searches for in terms of this relationship. Do keep your nose out of Harry's business, Rosemerta, though you'll find Dumbledore a kinder ear to your complaints." Harry could only watch as both women glared distastefully at each other before Rosemerta looked away.

Shaking her head Yamele led Harry towards Remus' table, eerily silent as she snaked through the busy bar. Harry could only think it extremely odd that Rosemerta would act that way, but not something so far fetched. Over the years Harry noticed Rosemerta was more of a grown up version of the Patil twins and Lavender Brown; in third year she knew everything about Sirius Black except the truth about Pettigrew, he had overheard her asking Pansy about dating Malfoy in fourth year, and in fifth year she agreed with Fudge and had even told him that he shouldn't be so arrogant. But still he had never seen her out right dislike someone like he had just witnessed and he had to admit Yamele's remark about Dumbledore did not help his doubts.

"Yamele, Harry, there you are. It's so nice to see you both." The warmth of Remus' fatherly tone slowly ebbed away Harry's worry and his warm welcome of them both only served to truly put him at ease. As Remus hugged them each in turn, Harry saw once again Yamele fully smile and the thought of something strange about it again surfaced, but soon conversation with Remus struck up and he let his mind wander from the thought.

"Only enough for a toast then Yamele, I have business to attend to with Dumbledore later and showing up knackered isn't in my best interest." Harry couldn't help but be both curious and amused at the thought of Remus turning up knackered for a meeting with Dumbledore. Yamele obliged and only served him enough of the peculiarly thick red wine to make a toast.

"I must say it never gets old seeing you get the better of Rosemerta" Clinking his glass against Yamele's and Harry's mug he sipped the fragrant drink slowly with a crinkle of a smile tickling his lips. Harry was content to watch the two interact for awhile but as he was half way through his butterbeer the conversation turned to him.

"I hear Dumbledore is throwing you a ball Yamele in honor of your 20th birthday, who is the lucky bloke to accompany you?" Harry could feel his cheeks start to turn red from embarrassment; he hadn't stopped to think what Remus' opinion of the matter would be. Come to think of it, he hadn't thought of writing to ask for his advice at all on the matter.

"Why the lucky or foolish bloke as some like to refer to him as, is gracing us with his presence Remus." Yamele nodded her head towards Harry as she finished her glass of wine. Harry thought it a good idea to take a deep drink from his butterbeer as Remus turned expectantly towards him.

"So are you excited about the ball Harry?" Having finished his first butterbeer and knowing that guzzling down the second would be really rude, Harry had no choice but to answer.

"It seems like it will be a lot of fun, the last ball we had was the Yule ball back in fourth year. At least this one is less formal" Remus nodded and patted Harry's shoulder as he also remembered Harry's fourth year quite vividly.

"Well that will certainly be a night to remember, you'll excuse me for not being there won't you? Your birthday would fall on a full moon this year." Yamele nodded at Remus and patted his hand over the table understanding his pain to some degree. Harry found himself gritting his teeth at the sight, he wasn't entirely sure why but a fraction of the dormant snake had reawakened in him at such an intimate touch.

"Of course Remus, just as you lads will graciously excuse me for leaving you now. I'll never be able to get all the things Minerva and Severus need unless I make it to Diagon Alley soon. Could you take this up to the castle for me Remus?" Yamele re-corked the bottle of wine and handed it to Remus before leaning over to hug Harry warmly, once again brushing her lips against his forehead. Harry in turn stood up as she said her goodbye to Remus; as if a force from within him compelled him he hugged Yamele once more leaving a kiss on her shoulder and causing her cheeks to turn a bright red.

As he sat down again Harry did not miss the knowing look Remus quite blatantly shot his way.
"She's something else isn't she?" Harry always hated rhetorical questions, honestly either way he answered it would mean he'd have to admit how he felt for her. And that was the scariest prospect of all.

"How have your lessons been? I've been hearing a lot of comments from stray conversations today. So what's your take on the new lessons this year?" Harry set his mug down and deciding that lessons were a safe enough topic he told Remus what Yamele had been doing so far.

"Besides Malfoy, I think a few other Slytherins know what she is and probably Hermione" Harry nervously ran a hand through his trademark messy hair as Remus set him a very fatherly knowing look.

"You haven't even begun to look up the hints she's given you…" Harry noticed a faint twitch of an honest smile on Remus' face, and had the decency to duck his head though he couldn't help but fight off a smile as well.

"Well I'm sure you've got a faint idea and will work out the clues on your own. Merlin knows both your parents did, though James did take his time with it…even after your mother and I told him." Remus shook his head and swirled the contents of his mug quietly. This statement struck with Harry, he had figured if Yamele had his treasure box, one that his mother put in things he used as a baby almost like a toy chest than surely his parents had trusted Yamele. They must have trusted her enough to have allowed her into their home when they were in hiding, then though she obviously rubbed some people the wrong way…she couldn't have been involved with Voldemort, if there was ever a chance to get straight answers, it was now.

"Remus…everyone seems to want me to stay away from her. I mean Malfoy, I guess I understand where he was coming from being her cousin and all, but it seems that everyone thinks she's bad news and I shouldn't trust her. But when I'm around her, it's like being around any of you. I mean…I feel a little tense and awkward sometimes… especially when she turns those bright mercury eyes on me, but I trust her." If there was one thing Harry was grateful for was Remus' understanding nature, he knew Remus would always listen to him and give him the best advice he possibly could, but most importantly unless Harry really had an insanely dangerous idea Remus very rarely deterred him from his decisions and rarely did he ever feel scolded by Remus, which was a rather nice treat to say the least.

"She isn't what she always seems Harry, but other than prejudice, which I know a thing or two about, I can't see why she seems to stir distrust where she goes… though even I have to say it's a bit disturbing to find that you trust her this much without truly understanding who and what she is. What did Malfoy say?" Remus allowed a moment as Rosemerta came around and cleared the table, Harry noted he was careful to keep the bottle of wine away from her as well as their conversation. Once Rosemerta had moved away from them Harry felt Remus' stare fixed on him and promptly told Remus Malfoy's reaction to Harry's interest in Yamele.

"He seemed anything but happy but the most peculiar thing is that the only thing he really said was that I couldn't handle her if I tried and then last Care of Magical Creatures' class he told me not to listen to anyone else that when it came to Yamele it was my decision and no one else's... he warned me about letting anyone in the Order try to make it for me. Then he sort of stopped making fun of me…I mean it's slightly disturbing…he hasn't sneered at me in a truly hateful way in weeks." At this Remus laughed and Harry couldn't help but look puzzled as he failed to see the joke.

"Sorry Harry but I've never heard anyone complain about not being picked on, but that isn't the point is it? As much as it may pain me to admit this Harry, Draco Malfoy has a point. This decision is yours and yours alone; no one else can make it for you though I'm sure they'll attempt to and before you ask yes your parents' trusted her Harry, as do I. You'll see though, soon that such an opinion of her is truly rare." Harry couldn't help but notice the bitter tone and look that filtered through Remus as he shared this with him, but most of all Harry came to a very serious realization. If his parents trusted her, and Remus trusted her why was it that Harry couldn't shake the feeling that Dumbledore suspected Yamele of being less than trustworthy, and yet he had an unfaltering faith in Snape.

"Remus…she isn't in leagues with Voldemort is she?" For once Harry was guilty of phrasing a statement in question form.

"No Harry she is not. Her hate for him and all that he stands for is truly frightening. Hate is a consuming emotion Harry it shouldn't be taken lightly." Remus paused for a moment as if not wanting such a harsh statement to be how he ended this time with Harry.

"And I have to say…I've yet to meet a man alive, wizard or not, who's truly being able to capture her spirit; that is without suffering the consequences of stifling it. Her mystery is part of her charm but take this chance because she's obviously giving you the opportunity to unravel her." Remus always managed to give Harry plenty to think about and he was more than happy when they both realized it was time to head back up to the castle.

Wanting to be alone after the day's events, Harry was more than happy when he noticed his friends pairing off to take a walk once they reached Hogwarts. Deciding to head up to the Common Room and perhaps take up Neville in a game of chess Harry didn't put much attention to the corridor in front of him. His lack of attentiveness soon led him to bump rather unceremoniously into another body as he passed the third floor landing on the stairs.

"Running about Potter? Shouldn't you be off in the library doing something more productive than your friends, giggling like maddened children who've gotten one too many cheering charms…" Harry wondered if that particular sneer was permanently plastered onto the Potions Master's face, or if he only reserved it for when he was around any student not in Slytherin.

"I'm sorry, Professor…" his apology died on his lips as he watched Snape wave him off and carry on down the stairs seemingly intent on finishing whatever the piece of parchment in his hand said. Shrugging and deciding against tempting his fate, Harry continued on his way to the Common Room only to be distracted by a particular calling of his name.

"Harry!" hoping that the boy's camera was broken Harry turned to be met with Colin Creevy running up the stairs behind him.
"There you are Harry. Professor Van Houten wants to see you; if you hurry you can catch her before she leaves her office" much to Harry's delight, Colin was too winded to be able to hold up his camera for what would certainly be the 400052896th picture.

"Thanks Colin, see you around" turning around Harry quickly redecended the staircase to the third floor and headed towards the Defense against the Dark Arts room. It had been around 3 hours or so that he had last seen Yamele and yet he couldn't help but feel anxious as if all he wanted was to pull her into another hug again just to take in her scent again.

"Oh there you are Potter." Turning the last corner before Yamele's classroom, Harry came across his head of house.

"Hello Professor McGonagall" standing next to her door just a little way down was Yamele, holding his treasure box in one hand and adjusting a messenger bag with the other the sight made his insides flip flop, but his undoing was her smile. It made him weak in the knees and Harry could only smile.

"Oh good Harry, here you go I'm sure you'll want a moment on your own to look over this, and on my way up I noticed Ron and Hermione taking a walk around the lake. So I thought now might be the perfect time." Handing over the treasure box Harry couldn't help but take her hand and squeeze it gently, seemingly oblivious to Professor McGonagall's presence.

"Thanks Yamele…I'm glad you made it back to the castle before dinner time." It was a random thing to say but it was out of his mouth before he thought. Soon the corridor filled with Yamele's soft laughter and before he knew it Harry felt her lips on his forehead.

"I wouldn't want you to worry yourself over me Harry. So don't fret if I skip dinner on occasion. Now if you and Minerva will excuse me, I must deliver these ingredients to Professor Snape before he has a coronary." Tousling his hair playfully Yamele nodded to Professor McGonagall and made her way towards the stairs. As she rounded the corner Harry felt someone's gaze on him and remembered, quite embarrassedly that his head of house had been witness to the exchange.

"Remarkable isn't she Mr. Potter? I suggest you heed her word Harry and get back to your Common Room." Somehow the stern, worried look he had always come to associate with the Transfiguration teacher, seemed softer as they stood there in the wake of Yamele's departure, and Harry could only wonder as he walked away if for once the worry was not for him.