A Nundu for A Pet

The Boy Who Lived

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"No worries, but, are you Harry Potter?" She spoke gently upon hearing her words. Harry tensed up; Ititsa seemed to have noticed his sudden change of demeanor; her spikes grew once again, but in a way to not harm Harry's shoulder.

Harry wondered if he should ignore her and walk inside the house. He doubted that would stop the old woman. If she was one of them, she most likely had a way of forcefully opening a locked door, but as if she could read his mind, she quickly added.

"No, I'm not here to harm anyone. I want to talk with you, Harry." She said gently and with a kind voice, almost like a mother. Harry didn't know what that really sounded like, but he wondered if it sounded like that. Only she and Teacher Bukuria ever talked to him with softness. The only other woman who talked to him was 'Dear' Aunt Petunia.

Harry narrowed his eyes; this woman knew his name, and he was certain he had never seen her before.

"About what?" Harry demanded.

The old lady took a breath before speaking. "Have strange things happened to you that you couldn't explain?" She asked.

Harry remembered the many times something unexplainable had happened to him or those around him, even what happened to Vernon today in the car.

"Yes, do you know why?" He asked hopefully, stepping down the short staircase, almost reaching the last step.

"You are a Wizard, Harry."

"I'm a What?" Harry blurted out as he looked at the old lady as if she had suddenly spawned a second head.

A Wizard! He wondered if she meant like Merlin from the stories he used to watch on TV. He knew what wizards were, but as far as he knew, they were nothing but stories for children; they weren't real, right?

"Do you want to talk inside or outside? This can take a while, Harry?" she asked gently. Harry opened and closed his mouth, but he realized that she was right. They were outside, and anyone could see them talking. Since cars rarely drove by, he knew someone could eavesdrop on their conversation and hear every word.

Harry looked at the strange old, kind-looking woman. He didn't know who she was, and if she was lying to him, a part of him was still telling him that he shouldn't trust strangers. While Aunt Petunia was awful, one of the few good lessons he was taught from her was never to follow strangers, but Harry remembered that he wasn't really alone.

Meow

As if knowing what he was thinking, Itisa let out a cute sound; Harry chuckled. He reached up and scratched the spot she liked the most. She leaning into his fingers, her eyes were still fixed on the strange old woman.

"Very well," Harry said after moving his hand away from Itisa and looking back at the woman. He didn't expect her to look at him with a hint of awe. He wondered why, though. He did nothing extraordinary besides petting his pet. Do Wizards have no pets?

"How do I know that you are a witch?" Harry asked suspiciously, wanting to make sure she wasn't just speaking nonsense.

The old woman smiled gently before slowly pulling out a sharp stick. Itisa got tense but didn't try to do anything. "Harry, this is a Wand, and Wizards and Witches use their magic through this. It helps you channel your magic and is much easier than trying to do magic without a wand." She explained, feeling like she was suddenly talking to one of her students, and Harry listened to every word she said.