A/N: Hey guys I'm back! Yeah, I know, stupid mugglemike where have you been! I'm really sorry I've been gone for so long. I really thought I could keep up with my posts and college and life. Well, the last two have really kept me busy as of late, so anyways. Don't worry, I will finish the story, even if it kills me. I know that as many apologies as I can make are really worthless since I remember being the reader and getting pissed at the author for making me wait long for the next instalment. I've gotten used to my schedule now so I'm hoping to be able to get the next chapters to you soon. Since I already broke my last promise of updating every week, I won't commit to that again, but I will try to get them to you sooner. Also, keep in mind that I'm updating this chap without my beta's approval. I just really wanted to post again and life and other authors seem to keeping them so here it is. If any of you are free as beta's let me know. Chapter six is almost done, so god willing, you'll get to see that soon. Sorry again for being MIA. Hate mail, death threats, constructive criticism, or any other comments are, as always, appreciated. Thanks. -MuggleMike
Chapter 5 - To Live with our Choices
Harry got little sleep the past night, yet he felt refreshed. He figured he'd put his thoughts in order for what was to come later that day. He wasn't kiddding himself, he didn't feel to ready to talk to the order and ask to be a part of them. Would they take him seriously? Would they just brush him off like a stupid kid? Would they remember last years press releases and believe him to a glory hound? These questions and more plagued him through the night.
He got up and went to wash up.
He was not to keen on seeing the reaction on some of the members faces. He knew Snape would only believe him to be seeking glory or to boost his own ego. He could picture his face plastered with the sneer he saved only for him and imagined the comments he would make, "My, my, don't WE want to be important. I know you're slow Potter, but even Longbottom would have learned from his mistakes by now." He was expecting comments like these and others directed at his father or at Sirius' death.
The other Order members reaction he was dreading to see was Mrs. Weasleys. He knew that her intentions were good, but he was far past being treated like a child. Seeing the look on her face when he asked to be a member was not and the shrill outburst that would follow was not something to look further to.
In the end, the favourable opinion he needed was that of Dumbledore. As the leader of the Order, he would be the decisive factor on his acceptance. His talk with him before he talked to others was very important. He had mixed feelings towards Dumbledore. On one side he remembered the four years with an infallible Dumbledore, always caring about him, always there in the end to make things right. On the other hand, there was the human Dumbledore, the man who made the mistake of caring about him to much to not tell him what he needed to now. He asked himself all night if he was still angry with him. Up till now, he still didn't know.
He finished getting ready and walked down to the kitchen. As he neared the door he herd voiced coming from behind the door. He wondered who Remus could be talking to at 8am. As he entered, he found Remus sitting at the table drinking coffee, taking to none other than Dobby.
"Harry Potter sir!" Dobby squealed loudly. "Dobby is here wanting to work for you," he finished bowing very low.
Dobby was dressed awkwardly, even for him. He was wearing a perfectly clean, white pillowcase with a griffindor scarf and one of Hermione's knitted hats.
"Thank you Dobby, but you know that you don't need to bow," Harry said trying to make Dobby stand upright since the comment made him only bow lower. Harry turned to Remus for support but found him to hiding a grin behind his cup. "Listen, Dobby," he began as the elf finally turned his tennis ball-sized eyes towards him, "if you want to work for me, there are a few things we should gets straight, ok?."
"Oh, anything, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby will do anything to work for the great Harry Potter. Dobby is even wanting him to bind Dobby to him, sir."
"Um, what do you mean?"
"I is meaning that Dobby wants to belong to Harry Potter, sir, if he'll take him."
"Oh, that will not be necessary, we can keep the same arrangement you had at Hogwarts, a galleon a week and on day off per month."
"Oh Harry Potter is to generous to Dobby. Dobby is not deserving of so much generosity."
"Of course you are Dobby," he responded reassuringly, "you've helped me a lot over the past years."
"So is Harry Potter accepting Dobby as his house-elf?"
"Yes."
"Oh thank you, thank you Harry Potter sir," Dobby yelled as he danced around the kitchen. When he realized what he was doing, he stopped and blushed. He walked slowly over to Harry. "If you will allow him, Dobby wishes to make a spell to bind himself to you."
Harry turned to Remus for an explanation of what this ment.
"It means that the spell is a way to reassure you of his loyalty towards you."
Harry still wasn't sure what this meant, or how it would work, but nodded to Dobby. The elf took his hand in both of his. He murmed something and then placed his forehead on Harry's palm. Harry felt a soft tickle as the elf removed his forehead and looked up at him smiling.
"Now Harry Potter is knowing that Dobby is a good, loyal house-elf. If Dobby should betray him, Dobby shall die."
Harry wasn't sure what to make out of all this, but there was still a question nagging at the back of his mind.
"Dobby, did you know this spell when you worked for the Malfoy's?"
Harry immediately regretted asking this as Dobby broke crying.
"No, sir, Dobby is not knowing this spell when he belong to the Malfoy's. Dobby is learning this from the older House-elf's at Hogwarts. Dobby is good house-elf. Does Harry Potter believe Dobby?"
"Of course I do Dobby."
Dobby stopped crying at these words and grinned brightly. He wiped his tears on his scarf and began looking around.
"Dobby why are you wearing that pillowcase? You're still free, you know."
"Yes, sir, but Dobby now is wanting to belong to Harry Potter, so Winky says it was best to be dressed like a proper house-elf, so Dobby is doing that, sir." He gave Harry a low bow.
"Well thank you Dobby, that means a lot. Listen," Harry kneeled down and grabbed Dobby by the shoulders, "you can still enjoy the freedoms that you like. Like I said before you're still getting paid, you have your days off, and you can wear anything you like. Okay?"
"Yes sir."
"You'd better get ready Harry," Lupin interrupted. "Here," he handed Harry a wooden spoon, "this is the portkey that will take you to Grimmauld Place, you have ten minutes before it activates." Harry took the spoon in his hands. "Make sure you take your key, without it, you won't be able to enter."
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Harry plopped down hard in front of Grimmauld Place. He still didn't like to use portkeys. As he looked around from his spot on the sidewalk, he saw Dumbledore standing beside him offering him his hand. He took it and got up.
"Thanks," said Harry.
"Don't mention it," replied Dumbledore.
"I still haven't gotten used to those. By the looks of things, if I can't apparate in the future, broomstick will be my only way to travel. Between always falling when I use portkeys, to getting lost in the floo network, my choices seem limited."
Dumbledore smirked at Harry's comment.
"Yes, both take a little getting used to."
They walked over to the door side by side. Dumbledore stopped a few feet from the door while Harry continued to the door. Harry took the silver key out of his pocket and stood in front of the door. He glanced back and forth from the key in his hand to the door that led to Sirius' old house. He stood there for around few minutes before Dumbledore place a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Maybe we should do this another time Harry," se mentioned gently.
Harry turned to glance at him. He saw the noble Dumbledore he remembered standing before him, radiating with positive energy, with kindness, with love. Then he unwillingly remembered what happened last year and he shrugged Dumbledore's hand off of his shoulder.
"Here," Harry said holding out the key in his hand for Dumbeldore to take, "why don't you open it." Harry saw the hurt look on Dumbledore's face, but continued, "the Order needs its Headquarters back."
Dumbledore had an unreadable expression on his face.
"Are you sure Harry?" he asked, the cheer in his voice now gone, "this is your house now, to do with as you wish."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Dumbledore nodded and took the key from Harry. He inserted the key into its socket and pushed the door open. As soon as the door was wide enough for a person to enter, they were welcomed by a sickening stench of decay and filth. Dumbeldore entered first, followed quickly by Harry who shut the door quickly behind him. They were in total darkness for a second until Dumbledore lit his wand.
"We should look around the house, Harry," Dumbledore said, "do you agree?"
"Yeah, sure" Harry replied, not caring either way. He was remembering about his arrival here last year.
"Alright, follow me then."
They walked single file towards the stairs, the smell getting worse. Harry couldn't take it anymore as he pinched his nose with his fingers. As they stood at the foot of the stairs, they saw a couple feathers that unmistakably belonged to Buckbeak.
"Buckbeak!" yelled Harry.
"Quiet, Harry," Dumbledore said quickly in a hushed tone.
Harry looked at him with a shocked and angry expression.
"But…" Harry began to argue.
"I'm worried about Buckbeak too," Dumbledore interrupted quickly, "but it's appears that Kreacher has been up to some mischief. Until we have made sure what has happened, we should exercise caution."
Harry softened the look he was giving Dumbledore.
"Take your wand out Harry," Dumbledore said while Harry gave him a questioning look, "just in case."
Harry nodded and both began to ascend the stairs. As they climbed, they could see a few more drops of blood. When they finished climbing, the saw across the hall the door that led to Sirius' mothers room, the same one Buckbeak had been kept in. The door was slightly ajar and barely hanging on to its hinges. They walked slowly towards the room, pointing their wands at each door they passed. As they arrived at the door, there was no mistake that the stench was coming from inside. Dumbledore eased the door open.
SLAM! A box filled with dishes fell from above the door.
Harry was startled by the booby trap. Dumbledore, on the other hand, smiled to himself.
"Primitive, but creative," Dumbledore whispered to himself.
They continued on inside, finding all around them what must have been an intense battle. Furniture was destroyed, feathers and blood were splattered all over the place. In a corner of the room, was Buckbeak, sitting on his hind legs as if he were a dog. Harry moved towards the hippogriff, but Dumbledore stopped him. Dumbledore leaned down a picked up the remains of a pillow. He threw in front of Buckbeak. Just as the pillow was going to hit Buckbeak, the hippogriff attacked with his right claw, shredding the pillow. As the remains fell on the floor, Buckbeak keeled over.
"Buckbeak," Harry said quietly. He turned to Dumbledore, "is he dead?"
"Yes, Harry," Dumbledore answered heavily, "he's dead. That you just saw, was what is known to us as the 'last command'. In ancient times, magical animals were used in battle and many defended their masters until their dying breath. When one of them was struck with a fatal blow and still sensed danger, they would save up all their energy for one final attack."
"How could Kreacher have done this?" Harry asked Dumbledore.
"Well house-elves are extremely underestimated," Dumbledore began as he surveyed the room again, "they have very powerful magical abilities. Although those abilities are governed by the elves master, in the hands of one like Kreacher, well," he said gesturing around the room, "they can be a dangerous force to oppose." Dumbledore knelt to study a small pool of blood. "It seems however, that Kreacher didn't go unscathed."
Harry nodded to himself as he remembered his second year. Dobby had made pudding fly, blocked the entrance to platform 9 and ¾, and even got into Hogwarts! Harry convinced himself that house-elves, in a way, were a force to be reckoned with.
They moved out of the room and checked the rest of the house. They checked the drawing room, the dinning room, even the attic and basement. Everything seemed to be as gloomy as they had left it, a bit dirtier perhaps since nobody cleaned anything, but still basically an unwelcoming environment.
They decided to move into the kitchen, the last room they needed to check, to talk and finish checking the house there. As they walked through the main hall, they walked silently by the curtains that hid Sirius' mothers portrait. Harry thought that he saw something lumpy hanging inside, but he dismissed it. Harry entered the kitchen behind Dumbledore, putting his wand back in his jeans.
As Harry looked around, he began remembering the few meals he shared here with his friends, with Sirius. He remembered Sirius sitting at the head of the table, playing the graceful host. He turned to the side of the table and remembered the time Tonks kept changing her facial appearance for Hermione and Ginny's amusement.
He sighed as he thought about Hermione. Being away from her before had never been much of a problem since he usually had a lot on his mind. Now, Hermione seemed to be the only important thing worth having in his mind. He missed her terribly. He wanted her to be there with him, her hand in his, her lips on his.
Harry hadn't realized how long he had stared transfixed on the seat that Hermione had sat in that day. He was awakened from his thoughts by a soft clunk that caught his attention. He traced to origin of the sound to have come from the fresh tea pot Dumbledore had just placed on the table. Harry looked over at Dumbledore who nodded knowingly and gestured for him to sit. At this Harry was unsure of where to sit. He finally chose to sit in Sirius' chair, so Dumbledore moved to sit on his right.
Immediately after Harry sat in the chair, a cupboard directly in front of him burst open shooting close to a hundred pieces of silverware towards Harry at an amazing speed. Just as the knives and forks were about to make contact with their target, Harry instinctively threw his hands forward to protect himself. Upon doing so, the knives and forks blasted back and fell bended and broken on the floor.
It took Harry a moment to realize what had just happened. He looked from his unhurt, outstretched hands to the debris of silverware that littered the floor. Harry looked towards Dumbledore who had a shocked and relieved expression on his face. Harry then noticed the wand in Dumbledore's hand.
"Thanks," Harry told him.
"I didn't do anything, Harry," Dumbledore replied, changing his expression to a slightly amused one.
"What do you mean, you stopped those knives from killing me," Harry said fiercely. Immediately after he wasn't so sure. "You did, didn't you?" Harry asked in a gentler tone but still annoyed at Dumbledore's apparent amusement.
"I believe," Dumbledore began, a smile forming on his lips, "that you stopped them yourself?"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "I didn't have my wand out, I wasn't… ready," Harry finished angrily, shooting Dumbledore a look.
Dumbledore took the hint and stopped looking amused. Harry sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair, trying to understand what had just happened. As Harry tried to rub reason into his head, Dumbledore served both of them a cup of tea.
Dumbledore was concerned about Harry outburst of power. He had herd of people hundreds of years ago having that type of ability, but he had never met anyone who even knew of someone who could do that. Powers like those were believed to be a myth, legends at best. While Harry had always been specially gifted in his magical talent, this development might be extremely dangerous if remained uncontrolled. He figured he would look into it as soon as he got back to Hogwarts. He turned to look at Harry who would end up bald if he kept rubbing his head like that, so Dumbledore chose to change the subject.
"So, Harry, you wished to speak to me?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes," Harry said stopping his hand midway across his head. He took a deep breath and continued, "I want to talk about a few things before I go back to Hogwarts."
"Well, Harry, what is it you want to talk about?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry sighed unbelievably.
"I know that after several events that happened during the last school year," Dumbledore continued heavily, "you seem to have lost your faith in me." Dumbledore paused there confirming by Harry's silence that this was true. "All I can say, Harry, is that all my decisions were made with I what I considered to be in your best interest."
There was a heavy silence that lasted a few tense minutes.
"You're right," Harry said finally looking over at the fireplace which he now noticed was lit, "I don't trust you're judgement like I used to." Dumbledore looked down at the table. "Before," Harry began to explain "I was younger, not really aware, of what was going on, not by choice mind you, but ignorant none the less. As time went on, I got more and more aware of what was happening, but decisions involving me were still being made by everyone except me." Harry turned to look at Dumbledore and added, "I know you meant well, that you still do, but from now on, I'm not going to allow you or anyone else make decisions for me. From now on, any and all decisions of or about me go through me."
"Harry…"
"No, listen" Harry interrupted, "you've deliberately kept me in the dark about things I should have known, that I needed to know. In the end, I always found out about them the hard way."
"Harry…"
"Look," Harry said interrupted again, "you once told me that out choices makes us who we are. Well you made to many choices that I still can't understand. Some choices were not even yours to make." Dumbledore turned to look at Harry, pondering the meaning of this. "The first choice you ever made was to send me to hell, or at least its equivalent, by sending me to the Dursley's." Dumbledore look like he wanted to say something but Harry continued, his tone rising, "yes I know, you wanted to keep me safe, but you could have still done a lot of things to make my living there more enjoyable, bearable at least. You could have come and visit me sometime, you could have sent me a gift every once in a while, hell you could have sent me a card! You could have sent my uncle Remus by on weekends to have some type of child normalcy. You said in your office that the flaw in your plan was that you cared about me to much, well I think that was what was missing in your plan. You said that you have watched me closer than I could imagine. That means you knew what I was going through and you CHOSE not to do anything about it. The only time you've ever done anything against the Dursleys is when you sent Hagrid to come get me before my first year." Harry was yelling and standing by this point.
He looked at Dumbeldore and continued lowering his tone.
"Before I was decreed to young to know anything or to do anything. Now, I'm going to be involved in every choice that places my head on the chopping block. While I wasn't given much choice in the matter, my first choice is fight Voldemort. I'm in this fight whether I like to or not. You chose to be in it as well. Its time we started working together."
Harry sat down waiting for Dumbledore to answer.
"I can't go through another year with secrets being kept from me and half truths bearing more questions than answers," Harry kept on. "I'm sure that by now we've both learned that working separately can cause more harm than good. You chose to allow Voldemort to escape unscathed from the ministry, which means you chose to leave him to me. Therefore, I ask to join the Order."
Dumbledore look from his interlocked fingers to the ceiling, annoying Harry in the process. He knew Harry was serious about and knew full well what he was asking.
"I'm sorry, Harry" Dumbledore finally began, "but I can't accept your request."
Harry got up as soon as he herd "can't" and bolted towards the door, enraged at Dumbledore's refusal. Just as he was going to reach the door it closed. In his rage, Harry barely noticed that as he extended his hand to push the door open, it exploded into thousands of pieces. Harry was out of the house quickly, paying no attention to Dumbledore's feeble attempts to stop him. Lifting his wand towards the sky, Harry called down the Knight Bus, and with a loud BANG left for Privett Drive.
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The Knight Bus had barely left when Lupin apparated infront of Grimmauld Place. He walked calmly towards the door, only to find it half open. Fearing the worst, he pulled out his wand and rushed into the house yelling Harry's name. He was soon after standing before the doorway that led to the kitchen where his fear grew exponentially as he saw the remains of the door that used to be there. Through the doorway he could see Dumbledore sitting at the table. Lupin had never seen Dumbledore so downcast in his life. He made his way quickly through the debris of wood and silver until he reached Dumbledore.
"What happened?" Lupin asked, much louder than he had intended. Dumbledore didn't answer or look at him. Lupin grabbed him from the shoulder and asked, "Where's Harry?"
Dumbledore turned towards him and said, "I've lost him." Dumbledore saw the look of shock and worry on Lupins face and added, "He's fine, Remus, I saw him take the Knight Bus home."
Lupin calmed down a little after hearing Dumbledore's sorrowful voice reassuring him of Harry's safety.
"You haven't lost him," Lupin said after pouring Dumbledore some tea, "he's just going through a really difficult time right now." Lupin could see that his comment went unheeded. "Did you explain to him why you didn't accept him?"
"No," Dumbledore said, a little life coming back to his voice, "he left as soon as I said no. I tried to call him back but he didn't turn back. I can't force him to listen, or to do anything else for that matter."
"I have never seen you like this before," Lupin said softly.
Dumbledore took a drink from his tea and stood up.
"I have never tried so much to do something, and fail so miserably at doing it," Dumbledore said quiety. He turned to look at Lupin, only to find his with a questioning look on his face. "Ever since that Halloween night, the night Lily and James were killed, I vowed to myself that I would look after him. I did look after him by keeping him safe, but keeping him safe is all I've ever done for him."
Dumbledore walked out of the house with Lupin turning back to lock the door.
"He deserved better," Dumbledore said to no one in particular, "he deserves better."
With that they both dissapparated.
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Harry arrived quickly at Privett Drive, slamming the door behind him. He was furious at Dumbledore's refusal. He was starting to feel bad about just leaving like that. Dumbledore had obviously tried to explain why he had made that decision, he just didn't want to hear it at the moment. He was pacing in the kitchen, going over everything that happened. He felt something behind and turned, wand at the ready, to find an old man standing in the doorway.
"Cuix ye huecauh cahuitl no aitta altepecaconetl miztli," the old man said smiling at Harry.
"Who are you? How did you get in here? What did you just say to me?" The old man wanted to move forward towards Harry but Harry stopped him. "Don't move! If you do I'll blast you through the wall!" Harry said, pointing his wand squarely at the old mans chest and wondering why he hadn't already shot a spell at the stranger.
The old man retracted slowly to his original position, then decided to lean his shoulder on the door frame.
"Quexqui cocolli telpochtli," the old man said. He looked at the blank face on Harry face and decided to refrase, "So much anger young one." The old man stared directly into Harry's eyes never blinking. "Yes, I can feel the source of your torment, yet you feed a fire that should be put out."
"Who are you?" Harry asked again.
"Ah yes," the old man began, smiling again, "introductions are both polite and necessary, especially in times like these." The old man was looking for a comment from Harry, but Harry just remained there, combat ready. "As for my name, I have been called many things, in many languages, the most recent I guess will have to do. Call me Temachtiani, or Tiani for short if you wish. It means teacher in Nahuatl."
"In what?" Harry asked.
"Well I guess I shouldn't be surprised, other than by your geographical location, most nahualli's hate to mingle with cultures unlike their own." Tiani said.
"Most what?"
"Wizards," the old man said, "you'll have to forgive me, I'm used to speaking mostly in Nahuatl since that is the old native language of where I have been for the past decades, although I do venture around the wizard and muggle world a lot." Tiani stared once again into Harry eyes. "You have many questions that need answering and many more that don't. I will answer some now, others at a later time, but some questions I'll let you answer for yourself."
"I'm starting to get tired of this game, Tiani," Harry finished sarcastically.
"Are you?" Tiani answered back in a more serious tone. "Tell me, have you decided yet?"
"Decided what?" Harry asked back.
"Have you decided whether or not you are going to blast me through the wall," Tiani answered.
"No," Harry answered.
"Well have you at least decided if I'm friend or foe?"
"No," Harry answered again.
"I see there is much work to be done," Tiani said rubbing his forehead. " You might as well put that away before you hurt yourself, we both know you aren't going to used it."
"What make you say that?" Harry asked.
"Well let's see, one, you live in a house that is protected by an ancient charm that keeps all servants of Voldermort out of it," Tiani began, counting on his fingers, "two, if I worked for him, and supposing I found a way into the house, I would have already tried to hurt you. Three, you can feel in the back of your mind that should trust me, but don't know why." Tiani looked up from his fingers, "should I go on?"
"Why do I feel that I know you from somewhere?" Harry asked, lowering his wand a bit.
"Because you do, well at least your ancestor did. As I said when I first got here, Long time no see, son of lion."
"You know about my family?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Of course I do," Tiani answered immediately, "I'm here to fulfil the oath I swore long ago to the first lion, the man you know as Griffindor, but this is a long chat, would you trust me enough to allow me to sit at the table."
Harry finished lowering his wand and nodded at Tiani. Harry found him to be extremely odd, but somehow, he knew that his words were true. They both moved towards the kitchen table and sat one in front of the other.
"Thank you, Harry," Tiani said as he sat down.
"You know my name?" Harry asked, unable to contain himself.
"I know a lot more than that, but I think it would be best to start at the beginning," Tiani answered. Harry nodded and Tiani began his tale. "In the time of Griffindor, wizards were more powerful and as consequence, more careless. It was a time when magic was taught by parent to child, each teaching maintaining the tradition of each individual family. Those teachings were based on the origins of magic, traditional, natural, un-institutionalised. Now the basis and theory of magic we will talk about later, for now, all you need to know is that, as its human nature, fighting broke out amongst the families. The fights began when there were those who decided to squander their magical gift began to use it for offensive purposes." Tiani saw the confused expression on Harry's face. "You see, before, magic was mostly used to better one's life, now it seems it the medium through which wizards live their life, which is why wizards and muggles live separately now. To make a long story short, Griffindor saved my life, and as it was custom, I'm indebted to him because of it. He tried to convince me to forget all about it, but I was bounded by honour to uphold the traditions of my family."
Harry began to fiddle with the ring in his finger. He hadn't given it a second thought since he got it at the gravesite, now it seemed to be more important.
"Yes, that is the reason why I have remained. Griffindor didn't want to impose such a monumental task on me, but I insisted. You see, the Griffindor family has always been involved in the fight against evil." Harry looked at him as if to find the meaning behind this. "It's not as glorious as it sounds, because since they were very well known for it, they had many enemies lined up. Your ancestors were all killed except for Godric. Godrics parents stopped the evil that had swept the world in those times. Godric was instructed two things by his parents, to insure the survival of the bloodline, and to build a school where in the hope of fellowship, petty differences could be forgotten. As you know, he succeeded in the first, but in the second, well nobody could succeed fully in that quest. Human beings, it seems, tend to get restless, sooner or later."
They both remained quiet for several minutes. Tiani sat there studying Harry's body language while Harry simply tried to absorb all of this in.
"How many people know about this?" Harry asked finally.
"Few, very few people know about the true history of our race as magical beings. As for your family, I would think that none do."
"You said some things about the origins of magic," Harry began.
"Yes, and I spoke out of turn. I will speak of this later, when your training begins."
"My training?"
"Yes, your training," Tiani said. "You didn't think I stayed alive all these centuries just to give those who could unlock their ancestral potential a history lesson, did you?"
"I guess not," Harry answered. "So when do we begin?"
"I know you will begin some sort of training after the anniversary of your birth. We shall begin then, for what I have to teach you should complement that which you are going to be taught."
Harry herd a CRACK outside the house. Tiani looked over his shoulder and smiled. It seems Cuetlachtli, wolf, is here. Tell nobody about me yet, ok? They won't understand. If you feel distrustful, tell only Dumbledore or your Cihuatlaixnamic, your girlfriend, Hermione. No one else."
Harry turned from Tiani to the front door that was opening. When he looked back, all he saw a small trail of smoke drifting out the open kitchen window.
A/N: Everything that Tiani said is real Nahuatl that I got with the help of, http://aulex.ohui.net/nah-es/index.php, a Spanish to Nahuatl translating site. Let me know what you think so far by reading and reviewing! =P