A Nundu for A Pet

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"My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." The old man introduced himself, his eyes twinkling and a gentle smile on his face, but Harry did not return the smile; instead, he almost froze for a moment.

In front of him was the man responsible for the Dursleys raising him, the man who should have handed him to a proper family, the man who should have done much more for him but instead just dumped him into the Dursleys' doorstep, and just left without a care in the world.

Harry still remembered what Professor Minerva had told him about that night. They had just left him with nothing but a piece of paper to explain why there was suddenly a baby on their doorstep. Harry could almost imagine Aunt Petunia screaming upon opening the door and seeing a basket on the doorstep with a baby inside and a piece of paper lying on top to explain everything.

"Why are you here?" Harry demanded, trying to sound firm as he took small steps to stand between the old man and Itisa, the latter was already glaring at the old Professor, and she didn't seem to like his presence.

"There's no need for that tone, Mister Potter. I'm not here to cause any problems; I'm just here to talk," the old man said calmly as he strode further into the room. He turned around, closing the door, before turning back to face Harry, who was watching him carefully. His entire body was tense, almost expecting him to attack him.

"I don't want to talk with you. Leave, and Itisa doesn't like your presence," Harry said right away, clenching his jaw in anger. As if feeling his emotions running high, Itisa let out a quiet roar, causing the room to shake, before jumping down from the bed. She grew in size—now she was the size of a fully grown tiger, even bigger than Harry himself. However, he still stood before her, wanting to protect her from the old man.

"Fascinating," Dumbledore said with a hint of awe at the sight of the Nundu, and Harry noticed something that he didn't like one bit, unlike Tod, his daughter, and Professor Minerva. Professor Dumbledore wasn't afraid, despite Itisa growing in size and showing clear signs of hostility. The old Professor was the first to show no fear in his eyes; if anything, he looked slightly amused by the sight of the Nundu.

Harry remembered Minerva telling him that Voldemort only feared Dumbledore. He swallowed thickly, fearing that perhaps he was strong enough to kill Itisa if he wanted to.

"What are you looking at?" Harry questioned when he noticed the old Professor had yet to leave; instead, he kept looking at Itisa as if he knew her.

His voice made the old Professor escape his stupor; he blinked and started stroking his long beard. "Forgive an old man for his curiosity. I might be old, but I have seen many things. This is my third time seeing a Nundu, and looking at them is fascinating." Harry almost gasped upon hearing that as his left arm was resting on top of Itisa's back, her spikes had grown around her belly, and her eyes had turned green as she watched Dumbledore's every single move.

"Third time! I thought... I thought Nundus are the most dangerous magical animals." Harry questioned with a hint of disbelief.

"Oh, they are, Harry. But I have walked this earth for far longer than you. I have seen many things, including Nundus. They might be dangerous but beautiful in their own way. It's no wonder some wizards and witches in Africa refer to Nundus as 'Magic made Flash' and given a soul. It's no wonder why they are so unpredictable and dangerous. Magic that is not properly controlled can cause little accidents." Harry still didn't like having this man anywhere near Itisa; he wondered how he knew where he lived right now, how he knew that Itisa was with him because Dumbledore hadn't looked caught off guard when he had seen her.