A Nundu for A Pet

A Letter from Hogwarts

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"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.