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A Nundu for A Pet Chapter 10 (A Letter from Hogwarts)May 31Thank you all for Supporting me and reading my Stories. Leave a Like if you enjoyed the Chapter.

"It's a pleasure to meet thee. I have waited centuries for thy return, young Wizard." The woman's voice was like a song to his soul. He felt relaxed, sleepy, and comfortable; he felt like he could trust her every word, and he felt a growing warmth on his chest.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Loretta Emrys. Merlin's sister. As my succesor. I will help thee to learn the tongue of Magic and Creation. Maageia's Tongue." The woman said with a kind smile.

Harry wondered if she was talking about the language he had spoken when Dumbledore had instructed him to speak Parseltongue. "Maageia's Tongue? What is that?" Harry asked excitedly. The woman giggled beautifully before curling her finger and motioning for him to get closer to her.

Seeing no reason not to trust her, he scurried towards her. She kneeled to his level before opening her mouth. The sound coming from her mouth was strange, but Harry understood her.

'Come here, Azash, my loyal friend.' The Nundu, who was named Azash, let out a low growl before approaching her, acknowledging Loretta. His red eyes never left Harry, who swallowed thickly. He wasn't afraid of him. He had heard from everyone that Nundus were dangerous, and despite this one not being Itisa, he found himself not fearing him.

The woman's hand stroked his red fur before stroking his dragon-like horns. Harry had read about the Nundus from The Magical Creatures and Where to Find Them, but the book never mentioned anything about them growing horns like dragons. Harry wondered if that happened to every Nundu or if this Azash was unique from the others.

"This is the tongue that thee have, young Wizard. The Tongue of Magic, as my brother called it centuries ago." The woman said melodically. Harry felt his heart beating faster every time she said a word. Her beautiful voice sounded calming and soothing, and he felt like he could fall asleep.

"What is this language you speak of? Where are we here? How did I get here? Who is your brother? How do you have a Nundu?" Harry would have continued with his hundreds of questions when Loretta giggled cutely before ruffling his black hair, which he found pleasant.

"One at a time, young Wizard. I will answer thy questions. Now, which one should I answer first?" She asked as she sat down on the flower field, yet she seemed not to mind it, using her beautiful white dress as a carpet of some sort. Harry was about to sit beside her when she spoke again; the ground below him rippled like water. Harry gave her a look, asking what she just did, but she gave him an innocent smile before gesturing for him to sit. He did, and the softness below was better than everything he had felt; it felt like he was floating like he was sitting in a cloud. Harry touched the ground, but the grass and the dirt felt soft like silk, almost like touching water, warm water; he looked back at Loretta, who giggled at his reaction.

"How did you do this?" Harry finally asked with growing excitement, wanting to know as much as possible about this. His mind couldn't help but compare it to what he himself had done with his voice when he used the spells from the first year.

"Before I explain. I would like to know the name of the young Wizard before me."

"Ohh," Suddenly, he felt dumb that he hadn't introduced himself yet. My name is Harry Potter, my Lady." He quickly added with a small bow of his head. The woman giggled once again, her hand stroking Azash's head, who was resting his head on her lap, but his eyes remained focused on the boy.

"Harry Potter. Quite a beautiful name, young Wizard. Now, for thy first question. I used my voice to cast the spell." She answered, leaning her back against the body of Azash, whose middle body was resting behind her, with his head on her lap.

"How can you cast a spell with your voice? Is that wandless magic?" Harry asked more. He still didn't know where he was and had no idea how to even get back. For all he knew, all of this was a bizarre dream that felt too real, but if this was a dream, this meant he would wake up eventually, and if that was the case, he wanted to learn as much as possible.

"No, Harry. My brother uses wandless magic, him and his inner circle. Tell me, can thee speak with serpents?"

Harry quickly told her about the first time he spoke with a snake and the second time when he spoke to the snake in the park before finding Itisa.

"How do they call it, young wizard?" Loretta asked, her voice soothing, with a beautiful smile.

"...Parseltongue..." Harry berated himself for stammering like a fool, but the woman didn't seem to mind.

"Have thee read about Parseltongue?"

"I'm afraid I don't know much about it, the book I read only describes it as the power to speak with snakes, and is seen as a bad omen." Harry explained, and Loretta's lips twitched downwards, almost scowling.

"Typical foolish behavior. The ability to speak with animals is a blessing, yet foolish people think that is a sign of evil, only because someone decided to use it for evil." She spoke with a shake of her head before turning to look at Harry.

"Maageia's Tongue is the mother of all magical abilities that involve speaking with creatures. The ability to speak with serpents came from my own, but I see that it lacks the ability to speak with all magical creatures, and to perform Voice Magic, it only grants thee the ability to speak with serpents and any creature of their family like the Basilisks, to earn their loyalty, and to enhance thy magical core." Loretta answered, and Harry was a little confused.

"Wait, Parseltongue came from Maageia's Tongue?"

"Centuries ago, when I still walked this earth, I knew a little girl who could speak with dragons, but only dragons, another one who could speak with water creatures. Parseltongue, Floagotongue, Neróstongue, and many others came from me, but I waited for centuries for someone else to speak my tongue. The wizards and witches that were born with my abilities got fewer and fewer. And now there's barely anyone out there. The Magic in Voice has been reduced to the bare minimum that wizards and witches use every day." Loretta explained with a look of sadness.

Harry wondered if he could somehow comfort her, perhaps try and play a game, but his mind quickly picked up on something she said.

"To the bare minimum? What do you mean?" Harry asked, but he already had an idea what she meant.

"I think thee already have the answer to that question, young Wizard." Loretta pointed out. The sadness disappeared from her features, and now she was smiling beautifully again, something that made Harry turn red.

"When we speak the name of the spells. We use the magic in our voice, right?" Loretta looked impressed, cocking her head to the side, now using her palm to rest her head and her elbow against the 'soft' ground.

"Thee are bright, young Wizard. Every Wizard and witch has magic in their voice, but I'm afraid what they have is only a very small fraction of what I used to have... and what thee have, young Wizard." She added, now looking at him strangely.

Harry couldn't quite understand the look she was giving him, but he felt warm by her look alone. "So this Maageia's Tongue is what allows me to use spells with just my voice?" Harry questioned, remembering how he had been able to use Aqua and Lumos with just his voice.

"Thee are right, young Wizard, but is not as simple. When someone casts a spell, the focus their magic through their wand to cast that specific spell, almost all the job is already done, and the words are needed to complete the little bit left for the spell to be casted. The difference between casing a spell with only thy voice, and not with a wand is the power behind it. The spells are enhanced, and more powerful, including spells that can only be performed through Voice Magic."

"But. I have been trying the whole day to use spells with only my voice. I still need to use my hands to make it easier to focus my magic. I'm still struggling to change a matchbox into a needle." Harry said with a hint of exasperation in his voice; his head slumped down, almost in shame, when he felt her hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer to her. Harry's face turned bright red. He didn't know why, but he had never felt more flustered from being close to someone else.

"That's because thee must clear mind, young Wizard. Clear Mind, that's what thee need first. Master it first, young Wizard. Then thee shall see the power behind Voice Magic." Loretta said smoothly from behind him, her hands playing with his dark hair, causing him to shudder, but he didn't feel uncomfortable; being this close to her felt calming.

Harry found that he liked how her fingers felt on his hair. "A clear mind. How do I do that?" He asked curiously, looking at her over his shoulder.

"My brother called it Occlumency, Harry. I'm afraid I cannot teach thee that here. Thee cannot stay here forever." She said with a tone of growing sadness, stroking his hair as if trying to fix it.

Harry didn't know what Occlumency was, but he was sure Tonks would know. Even if she didn't know, he could always ask Lady Andromeda or Ted. If the two didn't know that either, he could ask Professor McGonagall. He was certain that she would know. From her words, it sounded like it involved something with his mind, but Harry wasn't quite sure yet. Was he supposed to control his emotions?

"What do you mean I cannot stay here forever? What even is this place?" Harry asked as he stood up, looking at the vast golden fields; the petals of the flowers seemed to be made of gold, and the castle was far away in the distance. Harry felt like he had seen that castle before.

"This place existed a long time ago, Harry. The place where The Night of The Dark Moon happened centuries ago." Loretta mumbled to herself, but Harry still heard her words; as she rose to her feet, only now standing closer to her, he realized she was taller than Mister Ted.

A look of anger appeared in her beautiful features for the first time since meeting her, but it quickly disappeared; she looked down at Harry with a gentle smile. The boy felt like she wasn't telling him everything, but he knew it was rude to ask personal questions to someone he had just met. He hoped that, eventually, she would answer his questions. He wondered what the Black Moon was, but he decided that he could ask later.

"This place is a memory, Harry. How it used to look." She answered, her hands going through the golden flowers around them; she picked up a bloomed flower between her fingers, and he watched as the petals slowly crumbled to golden dust that flew away with the wind.

Harry watched as the Nundu let out a golden breath from his mouth, causing the flower to bloom once more.

"How do you have a Nundu? Everyone told me they are violent creatures." Harry questioned, but he knew that wasn't the case. If they were all violent monsters, why was Itisa so kind and gentle with him? Why was this Azash friendly with the woman?

Azash growled at him, baring his large teeth. He took a step forward, but Loretta quickly placed her hand on his head, stopping the Nundu.

"I'm afraid Nundus are dangerous, their strength is extraordinary. The Nundus can detect magic, even the Traces of Magic."

"Traces?"

"Yes. Upon the use of magic to cast a spell, activate a rune. Every activity that involves magic leaves behind a trace of magic, is like the footprints in the snow. Tell me, have thee ever seen something strange when someone casts a spell near thee?"

Harry remembered the floating orb that was left behind when Professor McGonagall showed him that she was a witch by making the leaf have wings and fly off. He had seen the orbs many times; every time someone did something with their magic, a floating orb would be left behind, its size changed quite often, and sometimes it was smaller than a coin. Harry had tried to understand what they were and interact with them, but eventually, he decided to ignore them until he could find answers.

"The floating orbs, they are traces of magic!" Harry exclaimed, with Loretta giggling at his reaction.

"But can someone do something with them. I have tried to touch them, but is like touching smoke, my hand just goes through them, and within seconds they disappear." Harry questioned excitedly, wondering if there was anything he could do, but much to his disappointment, Loretta shook her head.

"The traces of magic disappear with time, young Wizard. The more powerful the magic released is, the longer it will take for the trace to disappear." She answered before speaking in the strange language. A flower formed on her hand; she walked up to him, placing it above his ear, on the tight space between the upper ear and the head.

"I'm afraid I don't have all the answers, young Wizards, but thee should know not everything leaves behind a trace of magic. Some powerful wizards and witches are capable of using magic without leaving behind any trace of their magic. For now, it's better for thee to ignore them."

Harry didn't agree with her; he wanted to know more and would find out on his own. There were many other questions left that he wanted answers to, but one he wanted to know right now.

"I have a Nundu named Itisa. I was at a park, and a cloaked figure left her behind. He apparated away, and I found Itisa. Do you know who could have left her there?" Harry asked a little anxiously, remembering the figure wearing a black cloak. Whoever they were, he wanted to know why they left Itisa there, as if knowing he would be there to find her.

"Thee choose a beautiful name for thy companion. Whoever left her there. I'm sure it was painful for them. When a Nundu forms a bond with someone, that bond is not so easily broken. I don't know who they could have been, but it takes someone powerful to break their own bond with a Nundu so the same Nundu can form a new bond with someone else." Harry looked at her; he felt like she wasn't telling him the whole truth, but he knew if she didn't want to tell him everything, he needed to find the truth himself.

"Why do I have Maageia's Tongue? Are you somehow my ancestor?" Harry asked, wondering if blood played a role, but Loretta shook her head.

"I'm afraid I don't know the answer, young Wizard. My brother promised me that one day, one shall walk on this land with me. He created this place for me. He promised me that I needed to wait, and I have waited. Thee are finally here, but this meeting has to be cut short. Thee have to return before thee lose yourself." Loretta spoke with a hint of warning as she strode towards him before kneeling to his level, her face right next to his, but Harry didn't want to leave; he wanted more answers.

"Wait, how are you even here?...Are you still alive?" Harry prompted.

"...In a way. I'm still alive." She answered somewhat reluctantly.

"How?" Harry prompted, but Loretta's look on her face made it clear this wasn't something to discuss right now.

"We will see each other again, young Wizard. Take care of thy companion." The moment she spoke those words, her lips pressed against his forehead where his scar was, and everything went dark. '

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"Harry, you alright?" Tonks asked, concerned, when the boy walked downstairs, followed closely by Itisa, who didn't seem to want to leave his side. His face was a little white, and from his heavy breathing, it seemed like he had run for hours.

But Harry didn't answer her. Instead, he scooted out a chair right as Lady Andromeda filled his plate with a sandwich, boiled eggs, and sausages, his stomach growled in hunger like never before. Even when the Dursleys had locked his cupboard and had fed him only once a day for a whole month, not even then had he felt as hungry as he was right now.

"Thank you for the food, Lady Andromeda." He said in a hurry with a cute smile before digging.

Tonks started eating her own food. She figured that Harry was just tired, but soon, she stopped munching on her sausage when Harry ate his food as if he was starving. She watched transfixed as he ate food like he was drinking water. She looked at her parents across the table and could see they were just as surprised as her. Tonks wondered what was happening.

After he swallowed the last bit of food in front of him, Tonks was ready to ask if he was all right, but instead, the boy turned to face her mother. "Lady Andromeda, can I have more?" He asked with puppy eyes, his voice reeking of courtesy. Tonks wondered why Harry was talking like that when her mother did as Harry told her and quickly filled his plate again, but this time, he was eating at a normal speed instead of inhaling the food as if the food would suddenly disappear at any second.

"Harry, you okay?" Tonks asked with more concern now.

Harry made sure to swallow the bite of food before answering. Thankfully, the hunger he had felt was gone. "I'm fine. I Spent the night trying to do wandless magic; that must have gotten me tired." Harry answered casually as he took a bite of bread and boiled eggs.

Ted arched an eyebrow. It wasn't every day that someone of Harry's age would try to use wandless magic. The only one he knew who could use it was Dumbledore, and some had said that You-Know-Who also had that ability, but he didn't really believe that rumor.

"Wandless Magic! Isn't that too much for you, Harry? I like it that you want to study more, if only our Nymphadora wanted to study half as much as you do-" The girl in question gave her mother an angry look, her hair turning red, but Andromeda ignored her daughter. "-But Wandless Magic. I think it would be better if you tried something else."

The boy drank the whole glass of cold water, washing away the taste left in his mouth, using a napkin to clean his lips before turning to address the lady. "In one of the books I bought. There was mention of Occlumency and Legilimency. What are they?" Harry asked, and from the looks he got, he knew at least Ted seemed to want to know where he heard about these two magic abilities.

"Where did you hear that Harry?" Lady Andromeda asked before Ted could.

"When I was in Diagon Alley with Professor McGonagall, I bought many books, and one of them mentions the study of mind and body. One of the things they mentioned was Occlumency and Legilimency." Harry wasn't exactly lying; one of the books he had bought did mention Occlumency and Legilimency but not how to learn them, but he still wasn't sure how they would react if he told them that he had met a woman who was supposed to have died centuries ago.

"Oh, well. I'm afraid I can't help you, Harry. I'm not that good with either of them." Lady Andromeda apologized, but Harry quickly dismissed her worries.

"No need, Lady Andromeda. I'm sure I can try to learn it on my own. After all I have three years until I receive my letter from Hogwarts." Harry said with a hint of enthusiasm.

After eating breakfast, Harry wanted to wash the dishes, but once again. Andromeda told him he was a guest in their house and wouldn't wash any dishes while here, but that didn't mean he couldn't try to cook something for them. Thankfully, Andromeda allowed him to cook whatever he wanted, as long as she was there to watch him and make sure he wouldn't accidentally burn down the entire house.

Once he ate breakfast, Harry ran back to his room and dove into the books about Occlumency. Soon, he learned the difference between the two.

Occlumency was training someone's mind from outside attacks, like trying to read minds, see memories, and see your emotions. Harry shuddered at the thought of someone entering and seeing his mind.

Legilimency was the ability to pierce into someone's mind and read their thoughts. Something perfect to have if you think someone is lying to you or hiding something from you. Harry thought that Legilimency was an excellent ability to have, perhaps one day he would need to use it.

But between the two, he wanted to learn Occlumency before starting with the other one. From what Loretta told him, he needed to be good at calming his mind to use Maageia's Tongue.

Harry still didn't know just how much one could do with that ability, but if one of those abilities allowed him to speak with Itisa, then all that would be worth it. But from what she explained, he could cast spells with just his voice, without needing a wand. Harry wondered how far one would need to go to reach that level of strength. The idea of using spells with just his voice sounded incredible.

Harry still had many questions burning on his head. How was Loretta there? How did he end up there? Was the reason only because he had the same ability as her? How did that place exist? She said that place was a memory of hers, so how could he get into her memory, into the memory of someone he had never met before? Though Harry was sure he had seen that place before, he didn't know how that was possible, but the golden flowers felt like something he had seen.

Many other questions echoed in his head—questions about her Nundu, too. Why did he have horns like a dragon? How did she tame him? Harry didn't know, but one thing that burned in his mind was her words about her being still alive in a way. How is it possible for someone to still be alive without a body?

Harry started reading about Occlumency. The first part of the book was all about the ability itself, but when it got to how one could learn it, the first thing it said was that the best way to learn is to have someone else, someone they trust, try to enter their mind and gradually strengthen their mind through many trials. Harry was out of luck on this one.

He knew no one who could use Legilimency, and even if he did, he didn't feel comfortable sharing his thoughts with anyone else, not even McGonagall. He was sure the old Professor Dumbledore, with how old he was, perhaps knew how to use Legilimency, but Harry wasn't in a hurry to show everything to him.

So, instead, Harry started reading the third part, which talked more about how one could learn Occulency without involving a second party.

The book talked about meditation, clearing the mind, not thinking of anything, and reaching what the book called Occlumency State.

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The weeks passed and turned into months. After four months of practice, Harry made the first real improvement in his Occlumency while meditating. All the sounds around him faded away as if he were the only person left in the world. He could hear nothing but the sound of his breathing. After he came back, he gasped, feeling a little exhausted, but he felt good—too Good.

In the second part, Harry needed to reach the same step while someone would try to distract them, and he was sure Tonks and Itisa being in the same room would be the ultimate test.

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"Okay, so you want me to just do what I always do, make noise, while you try to reach your empty head state. Can I hug your pet?" Tonks summarised while Itisa was giving her a look as if telling her.

'Try it bitch. I will claw your eyes out.'

"Occlumency State." Harry quickly corrected her with a small chuckle when Itisa jumped away from the bed and on his shoulder while giving Tonks a warning look not to get closer.

"Same thing, really, but why do you need to reach the empty head state? Your head is already empty." Tonks teased with a smile as she walked on her tiptoes towards Itisa, who decided to jump from his shoulder and land on the mattress before growing in size, now the size of a fully grown dog.

"Funny Tonks. Now will you help me?"

"Sure, but what do I get in return?" Tonks asked with the same greedy smile as the last time. This time, she was sure she would get what she wanted, but all dreams were crushed to bits when Harry grew the same smile as her, except his smile looked terrifying.

"If you help me, I won't tell your parents you watched an illegal dueling with wands." Harry's smug smirk grew even more, if possible, but this time, even Itisa smiled like her owner, while Tonks looked shocked.

"H-How the hell do you know that?" Tonks shouted-screamed at him, pinning him with a deadly glare, but Harry wasn't bothered by her glare.

"That would be telling, Tonks, and a wizard never reveals his secrets." Harry teased, and Tonks pouted adorably, trying to use her own puppy eyes, but those didn't work on him, and she seemed to have noticed that, her voice changing from teasing to pleading.

"Please don't tell me parents."

"Don't worry, Nym. I wasn't going to tell your parents anyway, but I don't think you should go there again. It doesn't sound like the kind of place you should go." Harry said, this time with genuine warmth and concern for the older witch.

Tonks knew she had been stupid to watch that match, but her friends had begged her to come, saying the fights there were the best, and she would learn a lot there, how a real fight with wands goes, especially since she had mentioned that she wanted to become an Auror in the future. Her friends had told her that the illegal Wand fights would be a good opportunity to see how real fights are fought. While watching the fight, she had learned just how fast one could lose a limb. It had been terrifying for her, and she had regretted going there.

"Thank you, Harry. For having my back," Tonks said with a tender look, smiling beautifully at the boy who turned a little red, which made her giggle.

"...You are welcome, Tonks." Harry stammered a little, looking away, trying to get rid of the flush from his cheeks, but the flush turned tenfold when suddenly, out of nowhere. Tonks walked up to him, and before he could even ask what she wanted, she kissed his cheek quite eagerly. His face turned as red as a tomato, much to the amusement of the older girl, who burst out laughing, and since what she did wasn't exactly threatening towards Harry, Itisa didn't think it was necessary to stop the older witch.

"You look adorable when you fluster." Tonks exclaimed, pointing a finger at him. Harry tried to hide his face with his hands.

Thankfully, after one more minute of pure torture, Harry regained back his composure and decided to take this seriously. As he was about to close his eyes, Tonks spoke once again.

"Hey, Harry. Thank you again... Now let's make some Noise, My Dear Itisa!!" Tonks shouted, spreading her arms in a welcoming way, before running after the Nundu, who started running away while roaring at her to stay away from her.

"I Just want to Hug you, you are adorable."

Harry heard Tonks shout, his eyes still closed. He tried to concentrate, but he couldn't stop the smile of amusement from forming on his lips as he heard Itisa crawl on the ceiling before roaring at Tonks to stay away from her.

Meditating with all the noise around him proved to be much more difficult than Harry expected. After two hours, he decided to try again tomorrow since Tonks had stopped chasing after Itisa, and his Nundu was currently busy walking on the ceiling upside down while giving Tonks dirty looks, warning her not to get closer.

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Reaching the same state with noise proved much more difficult than Harry expected. After three months of trying, he finally reached the state again, where he couldn't hear any noise. He knew the job wasn't done yet. Not hearing any noise while meditating was only the first step of Occlumency.

The second step involved him being in a state where he couldn't hear and couldn't feel when someone touched him. So far, whenever someone made contact with him, like Itisa jumping on his shoulder or just Tonks shaking him and telling him that he needed to eat, the meditation would end immediately.

However, Harry could already see the results despite only completing the first step. The night he completed the first step. After saying good night to everyone, he closed the door, and once he was alone with Itisa, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

His eyes changed once again, turning slit like that of a snake, a green hue enveloped his eyes, and Harry could hear everything around him, but this time, it wasn't chaotic like the first time when he was bombarded with too many noises all at once.

Itisa's heartbeat, Tonks's snoring, Mister and Miss Tonks in their bedroom sleeping quietly, he could hear a group of ants walking outside. Harry could hear and feel everything; he closed his eyes and deeply breathed. From Itisa's breathing, he could tell she was calm and didn't sound afraid or uncomfortable by Harry getting snake-like eyes.

"Itisa, climb the wall." He instructed her. The Nundu meowed gently before jumping from his shoulder and into the wall. Despite having his eyes closed, he could feel the small noise made by her footsteps on the wall. His face followed her movement despite not seeing anything.

"Itisa, make no noise." The Nundu jumped down from the side of the wall and landed. Harry couldn't tell this time. He expected to hear the sound, but it never came. Harry heard nothing. There was no sound whatsoever. Opening his eyes, he looked around until his eyes were met with her golden eyes. She was resting on his shoulder as always.

Harry's eyes widened; he was sure he should have heard her landing on his shoulder, yet he had felt nothing. "You are incredible, Itisa." Harry complimented her tenderly, before kissing the top of her head. She let out a purr, enjoying the attention of her owner.

Harry turned his attention back to the matchbox on top of the table. The time has come to see if he can finally change a matchbox into a needle. "Allagí Morfís: Metallikó." He hissed the words, making sure he was using Maageia's Tongue.

Harry slowly opened his eyes, and the metallic needle glittered under the moonlight. "YES!!" Harry shouted in joy, jumping on tiptoes like a little kid. Itisa quickly joined in his celebration. Both were happy that Harry was finally able to change a matchbox into a needle by only using his voice.

Months Later

Months passed, and eventually, almost a whole year passed since he started living with the Tonks. Professor McGonagall had made sure to visit him every now and then. However, when she realized that Harry was happy living with the Tonks, her visits were less frequent, but the young Wizard still enjoyed all of them.

Harry had slowly become friends with Nymphadora, or as he called her, Nym. She was still trying to get a hug from Itisa, but the Nundu still didn't want contact with her. She only allowed Tonks to pet her head and nothing else. Everything else was something only Harry was allowed to do.

Harry had made sure to train with his Voice Magic, as he called it, and made progress with his Occlumency, but he wasn't done yet with it. He knew he needed a few more years before he could consider himself an expert on Occlumency. But he had made a lot of progress with spells of the first and second years.

Right now, his attention would often go to the Runes that Tonks often complained about, saying they were the most difficult thing in the world. Harry had yet to try to learn about Runes, but he had already decided that he could try to 'borrow' Tonks's Runes Book every now and then; he was sure she wouldn't mind it. If anything, she would use it as an excuse for having bad grades on Runes because she didn't know where the books were.

Harry had grown a little closer to the Mister and Miss Tonks. He would often talk with them about his parents, but one thing he noticed was how they often changed the subject when it came to his father's friends, particularly two of them.

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

They would change the subject whenever these two names were mentioned, and Harry could tell they didn't feel comfortable talking about them. So Harry tried to ask Tonks for information, but the pink-haired witch only told him that Sirius was her Uncle through her mother's side, but not much else. Harry was sure she was hiding something from him, but again, he didn't try to force her into telling him; he had other ways to learn the truth. But not today. Today was a different day for Harry Potter.

A Special Day.

"Good Morning, Itisa." Harry greeted her with a bright smile the moment his eyes opened. He let out a yawn as the nundu jumped on his bed, nuzzling her head against his neck before licking his cheek.

"Okay, enough—" Harry said amidst giggles as he pulled her away. He sat up on his bed. He wondered if the others knew what day today was, but he was sure she didn't really remember it.

Tonks had asked him about it a month ago, but he was sure it had slipped her mind by now, after all, to the wizards and witches of the United Kingdom. The 31st of October was the day that the Dark Lord fell, so why would anyone pay attention to the 31st of July?

Harry threw away the blanket and jumped from the bed. After washing his face and cleaning his teeth, he decided to walk down to the common room. Usually, he would stay in his room and study until either Nym or Lady Andromeda called for him to come and eat breakfast with them, but today was different. Harry wasn't in the mood to study. So, no studying for today.

Even if Tonks didn't remember, Harry wouldn't mind it as long as she would accept to go out with him and drink somewhere for fun; it wasn't a date; at least Harry was sure it wasn't one. As he reached the last two steps, he jumped down, reaching the foot of the staircase. He turned around and walked into the common room and as he expected. Mister Ted was busy reading the newspaper and sitting on his favorite couch. Lady Andromeda was preparing breakfast at the back of the kitchen, and Nym was scrambling something in her notebook.

"Good Morning." Harry shared the pleasantries with them before walking up and sitting near Nym, who hadn't looked away from her notebook.

"Nym, can I ask you something?" Harry asked with a tiny voice, hoping no one else could hear them. Only then did Nym look up at him, waiting for him to continue, setting down the quill near her notebook.

"I was wondering if you want to go out today, maybe go to stores, drink lemonade somewhere." Harry asked hopefully, not fully looking at her eyes, still keeping his voice down.

A teasing smile grew on her face as she closed the notebook, glancing furtively around the room to make sure her parents weren't paying attention to them. She scooted closer to him before looking back at Harry, who seemed a little anxious. "Are you asking me to go on a date with you, mister Potter?" she asked teasingly, showing her beautiful white teeth.

Harry felt his cheeks burning up. That wasn't exactly what he was asking, but he knew the kind of girl Tonks was; he needed to fire back at her; instead of blushing, a smirk grew on his face. "Well, you are pretty, Tonks. You can call it a date if you want."

Tonks's smile grew even more. Checking again, she saw that her parents weren't paying attention to them. "Sure. I accept your date, mister Potter." She teased before returning to her notebook.

Harry's heart swelled with joy. This day was already ten times better than it used to be with the Dursleys.

Later

"So, where do you want to go?" Tonks asked with a wide grin as they walked through a small town that Harry didn't remember seeing before; he saw wizards and witches walking around them; one opened a basement bulkhead door before walking down to the basement of the back of a sweet shop.

"Nym, I have never been here before," He quickly reminded her with a look of embarrassment as he looked around the place. He was sure he saw a broomstick shop nearby, it was easy to notice it, several broomsticks were placed outside, called test brooms, and through the window shop, he had seen several good looking broomsticks, one of them had a big tag with the name written in gold paint Nimbus 1900.

He saw a shop for clothes and quite a large inn nearby, a two-story building. Harry wore black jeans and a forest green jumper; it was summer, so not many students could be seen around this place.

Tonks chuckled before pointing at the nearby inn. "That's where all the first dates go, Harry. Remember that."

The boy blushed slightly but made sure to remember that, while he was still young to think about girls and dates, he always made sure to store useful knowledge in his head for later use.

"Ohh, first dates. You must be privileged to date with the Great Harry Potter, the slayer of Dragons." Harry teased with a wide grin, looking up at the pink-haired witch.

Tonks giggled at his words. He usually never liked boasting about his fame, after all, he had done nothing that night. His parents were the ones who deserved all the credit, not him, but that didn't mean he wouldn't use his fame to tease his second best friend, and if needed, he was sure he could use the same fame to get a few things done if he ever needed.

Harry still didn't know how politics and the Ministry worked, but he was sure the name Harry Potter held a lot of strength and influence, and he was sure he could use that influence sometimes if he ever needed it.

Harry walked forward and opened the door for Tonks; she smiled cutely at him before thanking him. "Such a gentleman."

He chuckled slightly when he turned to look at his shoulder but quickly remembered that Itisa wasn't with him right now. Mister and Miss Tonks had made it clear how dangerous it was for her to come with him, so, quite reluctantly, Harry had left her at home. That only fueled his desire to get stronger. He knew, sooner or later, people would learn the truth, and he would protect Itisa with his life when that day came. He just needed to be stronger.

As they walked into the inn, Harry was glad he wasn't using the 'Focus State' as he had decided to call it when he could hear everything around him, he could already imagine the headache he would get by using that in such a crowded place.

His messy hair covered most of his forehead, so he was sure they wouldn't be able to see the scar. The last thing he needed was for everyone in the inn to start paying attention to him as if he was some god.

Harry and Tonks found a good seat on the corner of the inn right next to the window. They could see everyone outside, but the windows were bewitched, so people outside wouldn't see them. Instead, they would see the inn inside rather than the people sitting.

Harry sat down and quickly noticed the many funny looks the people were giving them, but he decided to ignore them. When he looked at Tonks and saw that she was shifting uncomfortably on her seat, he wondered if going out like this wasn't the best idea. "Tonks, are you alright?" he asked, dreading that she would say that she wanted to return home.

"I'm alright, Harry. I have just...nevermind. Is silly." Tonks said with a dismissive hand as she stopped shifting around the chair.

"You can tell me if you want?" Harry reminded her.

"Trust me, Harry, it's nothing important. Is just me being a stupid girl sometimes. I'm sure you can understand."

"Not really. If you haven't noticed, I'm not a girl." Harry said witty with a grin. This made Tonks giggle, and all the nervousness from her face melted away like snow.

"I have noticed that, mister. I'm sure so will many girls after four to five years." Tonks teased before winking at him. Harry turned a bit red, which only added to her amusement.

"What is this place?" Harry asked as he looked around the inn. A double staircase on the back of the inn led to the second floor, and the staircase split into two directions once it reached the second floor.

"It's called Hogsmeade. It's near Hogwarts, actually. This is the place where the third years and older come here sometimes during the school year. It's a cozy place, and there's plenty of things to buy here." Tonks explained as a waitress walked up to them.

"Tonks, what are you doing here? And who is this gentleman with you?" the woman asked with a smile. Harry looked up at her and was a little awestruck by her beauty. She wasn't as pretty as Loretta, but she was a beauty on her own.

"Rosmerta, this is my friend...Harry." Tonks introduced him somewhat reluctantly, knowing what would most likely happen if she just shouted out his full name in public.

Rosmerta was an attractive woman with long, wavy blonde hair and green eyes. She was wearing glittery, open-toed high heels. 

"Hi." Harry greeted her, not fully looking at her eyes when he heard a quiet gasp coming from the woman.

Shit, Harry cursed under his breath when her face looked at the scar on his forehead. Her mouth opened, and Harry was ready for her to make a scene, but instead, she closed her mouth, and the welcoming smile returned to her face.

"Good to meet you, Mister Harry. I see you know, Tonks. She's a friend of mine--" Suddenly, she leaned her head downwards, closer to Harry. "But don't trust her sweet little lies, Harry. She's not good for you." She teased with a wide grin before pulling away from him, with Tonks rolling her eyes.

"What do you two want?"

"Butterbear."

"A Lemonade."

That said, the woman walked away, talking with another woman behind the counter.

Harry sighed in relief, knowing his identity wasn't blown; it wasn't just people in this inn knowing his identity. Tonks had told him how fast rumors could spread around in the Wizarding World and if she was half correct. That meant people would soon learn that Nymphadora Tonks was seen with Harry Potter in the Three Broomsticks. Harry could already imagine the barrage of questions Tonks would get during her Fourth School Year. He didn't want that for her, so he was grateful this woman didn't just shout his name for everyone to hear, despite knowing that doing so would most likely increase the number of people coming to her inn, which could have earned her a lot of money, but instead, she chose to stay quiet. Harry already liked that woman.

"How do you know Rosmerta?"

"Oh. On my first year. I used my Metamorphmagus to disguise myself as one of the older students to go to Hogsmade."

"I thought you said you couldn't make a perfect disguise." Harry points out, interrupting her with a small apologetic look.

"It was a good enough disguise." Tonks answered with a small clear of her throat before continuing. "Anyway, after I looked around for two hours. I ended up on this inn, but I didn't know the carriages had already left for Hogwarts, so I was left here all alone, and disgusted as someone else. Needless to say, Rosmerta saw right through me, and walked me back to Hogwarts's gates. Professor Sprout wasn't happy with me, but I became friends with Rosmerta."

"I take it this wasn't the only time you pulled this little stunt?" Harry asked, but he already knew the answer.

Tonks burst out laughing. "You should have seen the look...hahaha... on Professor Sprout's face. She was so...hahaha... done with me on the third time. Eventually, she stopped trying to prevent me from sneaking into the Hogsmade Carriages." She explained amidst the laughter.

"Didn't she tell your parents?" Harry questioned. From what he had seen, he was sure her parents would try to stop her from causing such havoc on Hogwarts.

"Ohh, she tried, but ultimately, she had proof only for the first time I disguised myself as someone else, but not for the others, so Professor Dumbledore gave me a slap in the wrist and told me to not do it again. My mother trusted Professor Sprout's claims that the first time wasn't the only time, but my father protected me from her wrath." Tonks said with a giggle.

Harry smiled in amusement. They continued their conversation about her misdeeds until he decided to turn the conversation to a bit more serious topic.

"Tonks. Can I ask you something?" She fell quiet when she noticed the seriousness in his voice.

"Anything, Harry." She answered right away, leaning her head over the table, wanting to hear his words.

"Do you think I can keep Itisa at Hogwarts without the Professors noticing about who she is?"

The pink-haired girl bit her lower lip, seemingly wanting to say something that would make the young Wizard feel better, but she knew he had asked her specifically, knowing she would not try to lie to him or tell him that everything would be alright. She glanced around furtively before speaking in a hushed tone.

"I will be honest with you, Harry. Hagrid might see right through her on the first day, it all depends if he ever bothered learning anything about Nundus. As for the other professors, they might get more and more suspicious of who she truly is as time goes on. If Itisa can manage to control herself and doesn't cause a scene that involves her using any of her powers, then you might actually be safe, but one show of power, and people will know right away she's not a normal cat, and since you haven't gotten your Hogwarts letter yet, only frogs, owls and cats are allowed at Hogwarts. So, in the moment, they learn she's not a cat. Someone like Professor Snape might try everything he can to force you to get rid of her.

A growl escaped from deep within his throat, his nostrils flaring up. He had noticed that whenever this 'Professor Snape' was brought up, it wasn't brought up for a good reason. He was sure he had once heard Tonks mention that Snape had once forced a Hufflepuff student to drink from the cauldron and didn't care whether the student would be injured or not, and upon drinking it, the student had been sent to the medical room and had stayed there for three weeks due to severe burns on his throat.

"What do you think I should do about this? Or is there any chance the Ministry of Magic won't try to have her killed the moment they know what she is." Harry asked hopefully, but he knew deep down that it was foolish even to think that.

For the past months, he has checked as much as possible how Nundus are viewed in the United Kingdom and other countries in Europe. All of them were seen as national threats that needed to be put down right away. For Dragons, they were supposed to be locked and killed only if it's necessary. For Nundus, well...

Name: Nundu

Danger Level: XXXXXXX or National Threat

Orders to the Aurors if they see one: Extermination on sight. It's adviced to inform the Ministry of Magic immediately. They will send an army to kill the Nundu. Everything valuable will be taken from the body, and it will belong to the Ministry; the rest of the body will be burned with Fiendfyre.

Upon reading that, Harry had realized how much Nundus are feared in the Wizarding World. Every other magical animal had a chance they would be spared if the magical animal in question did not cause trouble, but not for Nundus. It mattered little to many countries if they were harmless. They would be killed on sight with no second thoughts.

There wasn't even a law about owning one since it had never happened before, as far as anyone was concerned. Although there were laws that forbade the ownership of Dragons and other dangerous magical creatures, for Nundus, no law was written about owning one because it had never happened. Harry wasn't sure if that was a bad or a good thing.

"Harry, I think you already know the answer to that," Tonks told him with a sigh; she leaned back against the back of the chair when the waitress arrived to give them what they ordered.

"I hope you enjoy it," Rosmerta said cheerfully, winking at Harry before walking away. He turned a bit red, but he was sure she did that to let him know his secret was safe with her.

"Harry, let's talk about something else. I'm sure Dumbledore will try to help you-" Harry gave her a look for bringing up the old Professor, but she raised her hand before he could insult the old man. "-I know what you will say, but you can't say that he's not in the position to help you. He knows about Itisa, and I don't see Aurors patrolling our house, do you?" Harry still felt bitter about what the old man had done, and he wouldn't forgive him, but he had to admit that the man had kept the secret for almost a year now.

"No. I haven't seen anyone."

"Exactly, Dumbledore can help you with Itisa. I'm not saying you should forgive him for what he did, but you should try to use the power he has and the position he has for your own benefit, Harry. A friend of mine always told me that to be a good player in the game. You should use all cards handed to you, and not try to throw half of them because of personal feelings."

Harry could see the logic in that. He knew she was right. He just needed to be careful around the old man. He wasn't sure what his end goal was.

"Okay, let's talk about something else. What do you think about broomsticks?" Tonks asked over the rim of the butterbeer glass.

"Broomsticks?!" Harry questioned, a little caught off guard. "I haven't really thought much of them. I have never really flown with one." He answered airily as he took a sip from the lemonade, the taste was sweet and bitter at the same time, and ice cubs on top of the drink made it much more enjoyable.

"You know your father was a chaser in Quidditch. Do you think you would want to play the game?"

It wasn't the first time that Quidditch was brought up to Harry. When the rules were explained to him, the first thought in Harry's head was that it sounded too dangerous. A bunch of kids flying around with broomsticks and trying to score a goal while two other kids chased after a golden snitch; way too many things could go wrong.

"I don't think I'm in the mood to break an arm or a leg, Tonks. But if I ever change my mind, punch me in the face." Harry answered dryly. He understood that his father must have been a good chaser, but that didn't mean he had to be just like his father. Tonks giggled at his words, and soon the conversation turned into more Quidditch, and Tonks complained a little about how she needed to sleep in the same room as four other girls during the School Year. Eventually, the conversation led to the Four Houses of Hogwarts.

"Which House do you think you will be sorted into?" Tonks asked as she drank the last bit of Butterbeer left.

Harry looked deep in thought for a few moments before answering. "I'm not really sure, but from what I gathered, those that go in Gryffindor are brave, but brave can also mean stupid. Those who charge into things without thinking. Hufflepuff seems like a good place to have kind friends, but from what I have seen, those in Hufflepuff are not the brightest." Harry said with a teasing smile, looking straight at Tonks, who groaned.

"You are lucky you are cute. I would have left you here for that comment alone mister. This is not how you treat your date, Harry."

"Ohh, I didn't know this was a date, Miss Tonks. I should have brought flowers and a note that said 'Not for you.'"

Tonks gave him a pointed look for being so annoying but decided to turn the conversation back to the Hogwarts houses. "What about Ravenclaw and Slytherin? You say that you want to be surrounded by smart kids. Well, what about these two?"

"I'm not sure, Tonks. Whichever house the sorting hat chooses for me. I will accept it."

After thirty more minutes, they left the Three Broomstick and decided to head home. He wanted to pay for everything, but Tonks wouldn't listen and paid for her own Butterbeer.

Once they arrived home, Harry called for Itisa right away, but his Nundu didn't come out to greet him.

"Itisa," Harry called out her name, this time much louder and with growing concern, as he took off running up the stairs to the front door. Their house was built on top of a hillock, and a set of stairs leading from the front door to the bottom where the street started.

"She's probably sleeping, Harry." He heard her say, but he ignored her as he quickly opened the door with his voice magic and ran inside.

"ITISA--" Upon entering the common room, he stopped dead on track...

"SURPRISE!!"

Harry's mouth almost fell to the floor from the sight before him. Mister and Miss Tonks had prepared a whole banquet for him, including a cake that was half of Harry's size, with nine candles on top of it, but that wasn't all. Laying on the foot of the table were four wrapped boxes. Gifts, Harry quickly realized, remembering the mountain of gifts that Dudley used to get. Professor McGonagall was standing beside the couple, and Itisa jumped into his arms the moment he entered inside.

"I missed you, good girl," Harry exclaimed as he hugged her close. She licked his cheek tenderly before climbing on his shoulder as always, and he returned his attention to the others.

"You knew about my birthday?" Harry asked with a growing smile.

"Of course, my dear. Tonks told us a month ago, and Professor McGonagall informed us a week ago, telling us that she wanted you to have a memorable birthday." Andromeda said softly, almost sounding like a mother.

Harry felt a lump in his throat, his heart swelling with joy, and his eyes burned, but not because of sadness this time. He wanted to thank them that they didn't need to go through all this trouble for him, but as he slowly approached the table, he said something else entirely.

"Are you sure this is for me?" Harry berated himself for saying that, but it felt like a dream—a wonderful dream—one that he feared he would wake up from.

"Yes, my dear, it's for you. Happy Birthday, Harry." With that said. Andromeda and Ted walked to his side of the round table and hugged the boy, who finally let his tears spill, tears of joy.

"Thank you... Thank you so Much," Harry exclaimed with bursting joy; his heart felt a hundred times larger. This was the first time he had shared a hug with them, and Itisa had a smile on her face. Seeing Harry like this, one could even see a small tear rolling down her cheek, but only McGonagall noticed that little detail.

As they pulled away, Harry quickly tried to wipe away the tears with a nearby napkin despite the tears. This was the second happiest moment of his life.

Harry shared a hug with Tonks, who kissed his cheeks, and he soon turned to McGonagall, who gave him a smile that one could describe as the grandmother's smile before hugging the young Wizard.

"Just because I'm hugging you right now, that doesn't mean I will show you mercy during Hogwarts if you decide to make trouble," McGonagall warned him with a half-hearted voice; Harry chuckled. The joke only lightened his mood more.

Harry wanted to see what was inside the gifts right away, but somehow, he restrained himself from just opening them. Instead, he decided to cut the cake first.

"Happy Birthday—" They sang the song together as Harry cut the first piece of his birthday cake.

"Happy Birthday to You!!" They all clapped as Andromeda took the knife from his hands and started cutting a piece of cake for everyone else. The taste was sweet, but not too sweet. Harry enjoyed every single bite.

"Harry. I have never seen you smile like that." Tonks teased him, but Harry wasn't bothered; the smile wasn't going away, and he didn't want to; the feeling he had right now was amazing. He felt like crying again but didn't want to do that again. How many times he had heard Aunt Petunia and Vernon singing 'Happy Birthday' to Dudley, and he was locked in the Cupboard. They never sang that song to him; they never even acknowledged that it was his birthday that day. And now, having people sing that song for him felt wonderful.

"Thank you for the cake, Lady Andromeda. It's perfect." Harry praised her cooking as he ate the last bit of the cake left on his plate.

After that was done, Harry picked a box at random. The tag on it said that it was McGonagall's gift. "Thank you, Professor," Harry said with a genuine smile, looking up at the old woman, who smiled back at him.

"Knowing the professor, she probably gave you detention." Tonks joked before laughing at her own joke.

"Well, since you are missing my detention so much, I might just give you one right now. It will be a good start for your fourth year," McGonagall said with a tight lip, her tone turning back to the 'Professor' tone she used with her students.

Upon opening it. It was a book with a silver cover, with a gold outline with golden threads; the image in the book was of an old upside down 'U' door with runes written on each block that made that door, and on top of the image was written in small beautiful golden letters.

'The Runes of Magic and Their Secrets, For the Third Years.'

"Nymphadora told me that you wanted to study runes, so I decided to give you this book, and in that box, you should find a useful tool kit to make your own runes when you feel ready, but try to do that after you read that book first," McGonagall instructed him. Just as she said, there was a second box under the book. Upon opening it, Harry found the tool kit for Runes.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry didn't know what else to say as he hugged her once again.

McGonagall wasn't one to break down easily, but she felt her eyes burn a little, but she would never shed a tear in front of a student, especially in front of Nymphadora, of all people.

"You deserve it, and more. Mister Potter, now open your other gifts."

Ted Tonks had gifted him quite a few new clothes, all in his size, including socks and a pair of clothes for Itisa too, but she didn't seem to want to try them when she grew the size of a dog, showing that she wasn't in the mood to wear clothes.

Andromeda had gifted him the tools needed to clean Itisa if she ever got dirty, but Harry was sure Itisa wouldn't speak to him for a whole week if he tried to clean her since she loved cleaning herself, and a box with chocolate for him.

"Go ahead, open it." Tonks prompted him as he finally reached the final box and upon opening it. Inside, he found a necklace, but what caught his eye was the round golden pendant with a small line across the middle of it.

"Anoixe." Tonks spoke in a hushed tone.

The pendant opened, revealing a moving photo of himself with Itisa on his shoulder, his hand caressing the part under her neck, with her purring in delight.

"Thank you, Nyma. You are the best," Harry said wholeheartedly, hugging the pink-haired girl, who giggled before hugging him back.

"Did you hear that Professor McGonagall. I'm the best." She quickly boasted with a triumphant smile on her face while the old Professor rolled her eyes at her antics.

"You know you are fourteen young women. You should act like one, instead of what, six, three... minus seven."

Eventually, after a few more hours of celebrating. McGonagall left but not without receiving another hug from Harry before leaving.

That night, after everyone had gone to sleep. Harry hugged Itisa against his chest. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Itisa. I love you." Harry said with tenderness, eventually letting go of her as she lay near his head, but he was sure he heard her say.

'.....I will protect you, Harry. I promised you that.....'

And he fell into a slumber, dreaming of a land he had never seen before...

Two Years Later

The sun rose into the horizon, illuminating the room of one boy. Harry Potter.

The boy groaned slightly as he put his glasses on. Seeing clearly, he took a look around, his eyes finding his clothes resting against the back of the chair, with Itisa sleeping on her own small bed that Harry had brought for her birthday. Since he had no idea when she was actually born, he decided the day he found her at the park would be her birthday from now on.

The Nundu had enjoyed the gift, but she would still often sleep beside Harry.

The young Wizard had grown quite a bit in the last two years and wasn't as thin as he used to be. Muscles had started developing on his chest, legs, and arms since he liked going for a run every morning; Tonks would occasionally join him to tease him. Not that Harry minded to get teased by her.

Nymphadora had grown, too, and he knew she was growing more beautiful as the years passed.

Harry was thrown out of his thoughts when he heard an owl outside, its wings flapping against the wind.

Suddenly, his legs had a mind of their own, and Harry ran downstairs like a man possessed. He jumped down, landing on the foot of the staircase, opening the door with his voice magic just in time for the owl to land on the wood railings around the porch outside. 

The owl's dark eyes met Harry's as Harry closed the door behind him. The owl, with its beak, was holding an envelope.

"Thank you, beautiful." After grabbing the envelope from his beak, Harry thanked the owl and gave him a few treats that he enjoyed quite a lot.

"Thank you." Harry thanked the owl as he flew away before looking down at the envelope, his heart beating fast in excitement.

A yellowish envelope with words written on top, words that made his heart beat faster, and a smile growing on his face.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme

Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts

School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all

necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress.

Harry finally received his letter from Hogwarts. How much has he progressed in the last two years? What is Dumbledore's game? What is Loretta's goal? Harry will soon show his strength on the Dueling Clubs, and his strength will raise quite a lot of eyebrows.

Mad Eye Moody and Lady Amelia are still after whoever caused the earthquakes. Will Newt Scamander have information on who left Itisa at the Park?

I like reading your comments. Let me know what you think about this Chapter.