Harry Potter, an average boy of average height, stood at the window in the kitchen of Number Four Privet Drive. Around him stood the various members of his 'wonderful' family, the Dursley's. Vernon, a man with a neck as large as a baby elephant, was ranging about a seven on the 'red' scale he had developed when he was just eight. He was a burly man, and owner of a business, Grunnings, which sold drills.
Petunia, his aunt by order of birth, stood at about the same height as he did, an even five feet six and a quarter inches. She had a neck like a giraffe, and usually used it to spy over the fence to see what her great and illustrious neighbors were up too.
Dudley, the son, was quite naturally the biggest and longest neck of the lot of them. The size of a killer whale, Dudley was usually responsible for most of the problems in the neighborhood, problems that were often attributed to Harry himself.
At the moment, all three of them were converged on Harry, who was quite good at ignoring them. Who wouldn't be after nearly fifteen years of abuse, neglect and other problems that he was quite sure he'd need to see a shrink about in the future.
The problem, he had decided, began that morning when his owl, Hedwig, had pecked on his bedroom window and cracked it with her beak. This problem brings up a couple of different areas that a person perceived as normal could, quite naturally, pick out in the worst of circumstances.
The first, why would Harry have an owl. That's simple enough. Harry's a wizard, a magic user. According to the press, he and his kind would be perceived as a nations of magicians.
The next problem would be why the owl was pecking in the first place, hard enough to break the window. Harry, to be honest, wasn't sure about the letter as he'd never seen the handwriting before and was, quite honestly, not prepared to open an unknown letter. Concerning Hedwig and the window, well that too was simple. The house was over and above the seventy mark and the window was slowly, but surely decomposing as seen by the 'rainbow' mark.
After that, the day went down hill. The letter, which was still sitting on his bed, had began smoking like a howler would, Vernon, it just so happened, had opened the door of Harry's room just after he had gone downstairs and seen the smoking letter, which was causing the normally quite house to go berserk.
"Planning on setting our house on fire with your freakishness boy? I will not stand for it!"
"Yeah dad, tell him!"
"Of course Dudders, my boy! Now listen here you ungrateful FREAK, I will not stand for anymore of your freakishness. We've stood by and let you run with the wrong crowd for too long! Well, it either stops right now or you WILL get out!"
Petunia, who until now had remained quiet, said in a soft voice, "he can't, Vernon? Remember, that Head freak sent us the letter."
"Of course your right about that, Petunia. I never said he couldn't remain in this house, only that he'll get out of our lives. As far as I have always been concerned, the boy's only a freak that brings about trouble. Now go to the room, boy, and don't come back down till tomorrow!"
The next day, the letter and Harry could be found in the stuffy room at Privet Drive. Harry looked around the room in a panic, still unnoticing of the letter that he decided to curse thrice, and back to the mirror where a totally unknowing reflection of himself stared back at him. He gulped audibly as a bang came from the door. "Boy! Boy! Get up! Get down stairs, NOW!"
He looked at the door in absolute hatred and back at himself in the mirror, utterly stupefied at the site. His once pasty white skin was now a wonderful tan, his emerald green eyes that once shone a dull green now stood in bright contrast to what had happened before. He thought, briefly, that it was on the same level of the Headmaster's eyes.
The most obvious change, he noticed quietly, was the fact that overnight as though by magic, which he seriously hoped it was not, his body had filled out. Once flat chested and skin, bones, Harry was now seriously a powerhouse of a man. Muscles as big as his uncles fist and triceps as large as his flabby cousins' leg.
Not to say all the changes were simply in physical stature. He stood taller, he'd say around an even six feet, not all that much different from when Ron was thirteen and stood as tall as he did, but now Harry could say in total honesty, he was both excited and freaked out.
As another shout from downstairs came at the boy, he sighed and walked out, all but ignoring the letter that was again abandoned for the third time.
He entered the kitchen to see a totally different site than what he was used too. Instead of usually having to clean the kitchen spotless before he ate a bite, Harry was surprised to see the table set, the dishes done and a plate filled to the brim with food. Aunt Petunia was smiling at him from over the plates as if he were the second coming.
Uncle Vernon, and Dudley, on the other hand, where just as surprised as Harry was They however, had a different approach as to show the 'ungrateful brat' what would happen to those that tried the 'freakishness' on his wife. He swung his fist at Harry, who dodged the shot by rolling forward and knocking Vernon down. He stood up to retaliate when Petunia said, "VERNON!"
Vernon looked at the woman in total abandon and said, "What is it, love?"
She sniffled a bit and said, "Don't swing at our nephew, Vernon. He can't help this, it's the reason I hated his mother."
"You mean that ability to step into a room and get all the affections of the men nearby,dear? Are you a pouf, boy? Want to go out with one of those freakish red-heads?"
Harry visibly shook his head as his mother's sister said, "no, it's not that, Vernon. His mother was... well I'm not exactly sure what she was, Vernon, but he's like the male equivalent of those things. He attracts women."
Still having no clue as to what his aunt was referring, Harry ate his breakfast, not taking more than was offered as to try and stay on his uncle's good side until whatever was wrong with his aunt was fixed. He was used to the abuse and mistreatment from the woman, and the fact that she was acting like she liked him, scared Harry to tell the truth.
"So, you're not a pouf, boy? Are you sure, Pet? I mean, he looks like a pouf, from the fitting shirt and... boy!"
Harry looked at his uncle and said, "Yes sir?"
"Go outside! We need the garden weeded today! It's a relatively alright day today! I want it finished before I get home! Stay away from Petunia!"
Harry nodded his head, more than happy to stay away from the woman that had made his life a living hell. Outside, however, it was no better. Harry was shocked to see a group of Dudley's friends outside the small house, smoking their cigarettes and drinking in open daylight. The lead, a female version of the ton-tongue tester himself, said, "Oy! And just who are you, sexy?"
Harry turned a nice shade of green at the statement and walked up to the house. "Dudley!Your friends are here!"
The killer whale waddled out of the room and saw his friends, most of the female counterparts, looking at his cousin and could, for once, see some hope for his cousin after all. "Potter!"
Harry turned around to his cousin. "Tell them to take off their blouses!"
Harry simply turned around, not wanting to know what his devious cousin had in mind to the girls in the group. "Well, aren't you going to use this exceptional gift for some good use? I mean, if you aren't a poufy-pouf, then you should have no problem telling those girls out there to let us see their boobs!"
Harry simply sighed, disgusted with his cousin and said, "I have more on my mind then helping you fulfill any fantasy, Dudders."
The whale-of-a-boy snarled and waddled away. Harry was feeling mightily good about himself at the moment, for not succumbing to what, for some reason, was more natural than before.
That night, the door closed behind him for the final time at Privet Drive. As he climbed into bed, the letter he had evaded for a few days now was shining a bright red. He picked it up, finally, and slit the top.
It has recently come to the attention of our organization that on, July 31, 1980,you were conceived to Lily and James Potter. While this is common knowledge, what is not known is the history of either bloodline.
James Potter was not a Potter, not really. We found out that he came from a long line of Veela. Veela, as you know, mate for life and are often found to be women. Once in a "blue moon" as the muggles say, a Veela female will give birth to a male, who will not have the inbred abilities of a Veela until they are of age 16. After which time, or a few days before,the Veela will "come out" and the body will change spontaneously to accomidate it's new power.
The reason we believe he cannot fully be a Potter is in the fact that his Veela blood has never ran in the Potter family. It is more than likely that Mr. Potter was blood adopted into the family because of Mrs. Potter's ability to procreate.
Lily Potter, for all we know, was a full blooded Veela. Since the fact that Veela colonies are not found we cannot tell you any more than that, other than the fact that with her status as a magical creature, Lily Potter was not any sort of Wizarding blood. Her inbred magic and the fact that she was not shielded by the Veela wards protecting their homes, meant that she received magical training.
We request your presence by 12:00 Midnight July 31, 1996 as to properly train you in Veela magic. You will find an escort at your place of residence the day before who will begin you on your, forgive the term, crash course in being a Veela.
With Regards,
Serita Delacour
Veela Educational Society
A sudden feeling of nausea had overcome Harry in the brief moments that he read the letter and after he found out what the letter was saying. He was, for the briefest moment, feeling sorry for Fleur Delacour, a half-Veela who drew the attention without really meaning too anytime she stepped into a room. Looking at the clock, Harry packed his bags in a neat and orderly fashion. He was about to run out the front door, about to run away from all that had been happening before a memory, a memory he had tried to forget over the few weeks since his Godfather's passing.
Getting a sudden idea, Harry ran and said, "Oy! Nymphadora!"
"DON'T CALL ME NYMPHADORA!" a voice shouted out from across the yard. Harry grinned at her before apologizing. "It's alright, kiddo, Wotcher?"
Handing her the letter, Harry said, "Is it legit?"
She sighed and nodded her head. "Yeah, it's legit. Dumbledore told us it was a possibility that you'd get this letter."
Harry snorted at the sound of the ancient Headmaster of Hogwarts and said, "So, what else is going on?"
She smirked. "Well, yesterday it seems someone sent the Minister a "care package" full of Blast Ended Skrewts, and Hagrid was out of the country."
Harry snickered. "Well, I'm going to go inside and get ready for this person, whomever it might be."
Tonks snorted and said, "Sure you are, Harry. If I know you, you've already thought through three different escape options, two ways to distract this person and, if I'm not mistaken by that wonderful odor, not figured out how to hide your charms." Harry gulped as Tonks walked up to him. Catching him in a deep, searing kiss, Tonks stumbled back a moment after she realized what she was doing. Shock, evident on her face and a growing grin on hers, Harry walked back inside. Gasping to himself, Harry grinned, praying to whatever deity out there to allow him control.
The next morning, his escort had not arrived. Harry, while not exactly sure what was going on, was not going to take any chances. The feel of Tonks lingering on his lips, Harry grinned a bit again before looking at Hedwig.
Making sure of the name before he made a fool of himself, Harry carefully and skillfully composed a letter that would sound like asking and actually be telling. Dear Ms. Delacour
Respectfully
yours,
Harry J.
Potter
"BOY!" a yell from downstairs came. Harry, so caught up in the moment, tripped up over Hedwig's cage. He ran down the stairs hoping to see his guide, only to see Tonks. She was grinning from ear to ear. "Harry!"
He gulped. In one hand, a letter, the letter he had just sent out. In the other, Hedwig,who was hooting in something close to disappointment for not really having to deliver a great distance away.
"Boy! This young tart says she has business with you, about your kind. I, and my family, are leaving. I expect your things gone by the time I get back today. If they're still here, I burn them.
Tonks said, "Now wait just a minute, Mr. Dursley! Burning wizarding paraphenalia is against the laws of Wizarding Great Britian. Even the threat by a non-magical sentient personto a person that is unable to defend themselves without magic, is strictly a matter that I can arrest you for!
And another thing, I'm only a tart if... let's see. Ah... If I change my hair like this."
Dudley gulped as she changed her once shiny, blond hair to one of a dark, satiny, red.
She grinned. "Anyway, I could do more, but you seem to have a problem with the changes, judging my the color your face is. So, I'll just leave you now and talk to Harry here."
She pressed into the center of his back and rubbed circles as he lead her into his room She sighed happily at the state of the room, grinning from ear to ear, at the mess. "Oh, I love stepping into this room! It's so different to those of... well, the rest of this house. Harry, how are you?"
He looked at her, startled by the sudden change in her tone. He knew what she was asking. "I'm alright, seriously... I miss Sirius, but he's dead. I know, and I accept that, Tonks. But... it seems that everyone is... ignoring me now. What's going on?"
She sighed. "Harry, we got a letter three weeks ago from the Veela Educational Society. The letter stated, plainly, that you're the upcoming Veela Male of the generation. While a woman Veela isn't really either way on the light/dark scale, the male Veela is considered to be more dangerous than the werewolf.
I'm a metamorphmagus, Harry. I'm used to seeing guys fall over their boots just to touch an engorged part of my anatomy, because a Nymph is.. well, in all honesty someone that's purpose is to find their mate and please them in any way. After we do, we're stuck in one position the rest of our lives, unless our mate doesn't specify one.
Often than not, we're considered dark creatures, too, unless one of us make it into the aurors like I did, then we're forbidden from finding a mate. When the Veela Educational Society wrote that letter to the Order, it was like a lightbulb lit in a lot of faces. Ron, Hermione even, decided that you was using your charms to lead him. Ginny, she said that the only reason she had ever crushed on you was because of your charms and that, while you were around she'd still crush, but she wanted it known that she no longer liked you.
Molly, well, she forbade any of her children from seeing "that Veela brat" as soon as she heard. That didn't go well for Fleur, but since she married into the family and Bill was all for it with his mother, she had no choice.
She was, naturally, the choice for coming here today. Her mother is the head of the society, but she had to write a letter telling her mother that she was incapable de entier sa tache1.
Her mother, of course, wrote back and said it was alright, that she was married now and that it was uncommon for a married veela woman to go after the Veela Male anyway. Harry, it's horrible. Remus, naturally, protested this... bias against the Veela because he himself is a Dark Creature and Ron said, "Shut up, Remus. He's always getting us hurt in the first place! If it wasn't for him, Hermione wouldn't have a scar from her shoulder and down to her inner thigh!""
Harry snorted. "So I take it Ron and Hermione are together, then?"
Tonks nodded. "Yeah, Remus even said, "So, how would you know what kind of scar she has and how far it is on her?" Molly, naturally, stood up for Ron, and the entire Order is now in a tussel for power. Dumbledore, Snape (surprisingly), Moody, Kingsley, Remus and I are the ones fighting for you, and by right our seats in the Order, but then everyone else is siding with The Weasleys. Arthur is in the process of mutinying against the Order as we speak. If he becomes head, the Order is in trouble. Fawkes has already pledged his support to you, naturally, as you are his phoenix ascended.
But, the rest of the Order is all for coming over here now and letting Voldemort have you. Harry, I was asked personally by Fleur Delacour to take her place as the only other viable and able member to take you to the Veela Educational Societies Headquarters. On the way, I am required and fully capable of telling you that you are under no restrictions of age and youth, and that it is within your capabilities to perform magic to protect yourself until we arrive.
Also, it is customary for the Veela Young to hold the hand of the accompanying person, as to lock on to the scents around them. You've not been around much women lately, other than your Aunt, and that horrendous girl from yesterday. So, you should smell three or more females around you right now?"
Harry shook his head. Really, he did have a headache, but he wasn't sure if it was from the large odor that was in the room since she came in, or if it was something else altogether. He smiled a bit as he realized the implications this discovery brought and said,"Alright, how are we going to do this?"
She kissed him again, grinning as he reacted to this kiss unlike before. As she separated from Harry she said, "now, the scent can come in two ways, first is through physical contact as holding hands. The second, and better option, comes through, well any romantic act such as a song, a hug or some other type of romantic gesture. It's not the same with metamorphmagi, but that's alright.
Harry nodded as she grasped his hand. They walked out of the door, just missing another one of the letters that he needed. "So, I'll call for the Knight Bus."
She stretched out her wand hand, and a second later, as a huge BANG sounded, a young looking man with a purple business robe. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stan Shunpike and I will be your conductor for this evening."
Harry nodded at Stan, as the bloke caught a look at Tonks. She shifted her form as she saw his eyes looking at her in something akin to lust. "And how do you do there, Missy?"
Tonks said, "That's Auror Tonks, thanks Mr. Shunpike. Two for Ministry of Magic, London." Stan nodded and said, "that'll be Eleven Sickles, but fer fifteen you can get a hot chocolate, and fer fifteen you get a water bottle and a toothbrush in the color of your choice."
Harry pulled out the correct amount before Tonks, or anyone else, for that matter could say differently. "One galleon and thirteen sickles then."
Stan nodded and turned to Ernie, the driver, and said, "Take 'er away Ern."
Ern nodded and took off at the top speed, sending Harry and Tonks to the very back of the bus. The ride was alright, after letting sleeping woman in number seven, who smelled of dungbombs, and number fifteen topside, who sung the Wizarding national anthem at the top of his lungs.
It was over far to late for Harry's taste, and as soon as they got off, Tonks was pressing the correct buttons.
"Now, let me see here. How ingenious these muggles are, Harry! Look here, this first one here, this 6, it stands for M. It's crazy, so 6-2-4-4-2. Let's see, according to the manual, it means, "M-A-G-I-C". Ingenious, I tell you, no wonder Arthur likes them so!"
Harry smiled at her and said, "Yeah, I know, Tonks. So, where do we go from here?"
She shushed him and said, "Follow me."
"They followed the booth down until a harsh voice said, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business."
Tonks, who grew up with a muggle relative picked up the receiver. "Auror Nymphadora Tonks escorting Harry James Potter to the Veela Educational Society offices of the Ministry of Magic."
"Thank you," the cool, now clearly feminine voice said, "Visitor, please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes."
Harry looked at the badge, "Harry Potter, Veela: Needs Training" on it.
The same voice said, "Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the atrium."
He paled, for just a second which Tonks didn't notice. If she had, she would have been worried, but no matter. As the doors opened, Harry found the atrium to be in ruins. Scorch marks from the battle a few weeks ago evident, as some of those were killing curse marks. The house-elf statue was in crumbles at the foot of the human, who was miraculously saved.
Harry felt sickened as he approached the FOUNTAIN OF MAGICAL BRETHREN but was happy to see it rebuilt. Stopping for just a moment, Harry placed another ten galleons inside and said, "Alright, let's get this over with."
She stepped over to the Security booth where a new wizard, still in the same peacock robes as before, looked up from the Quibbler.
"I'm escorting a visitor" she replied dully.
Gruffly, a little too gruffly Harry thought, the Wizard snatched his wand without awaiting permission. Tonks said, "New procedures, can't have Death Eaters get the chance to sneak in, can we?"
"Eleven inches, phoenix feather core, been in use five years now, correct?"
Harry hastily answered in the affirmative. The guard seemed to stand in shock for a second before saying, "why do I see an illegal curse here, son?"
He then saw Harry's scar and said, with both a silent acknowledgment and his own voice,"Oh of course." He then said, "Deletrius".
Looking at Tonks the guard said, "I take it we can keep this between us, Auror?"
Tonks smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention, that bluebird up there seems to want to come in."
The guard nodded and said to Harry, "using that kind of magic, no matter who against, strains you, Mr. Potter. I would strongly suggest you don't."
Harry breathed a small sigh of relief before nodding his head. "Thank you, sir."
The guard smirked, "Don't mention it. NEXT!"
Tonks grabbed his arm as to not let him get sidetracked and walked down to the lift. "Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."
The lift manager nodded once and said, "Level four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office, and Pest Advisory Bureau."
Tonks stepped off at the lift along with two other witches, one holding a Blast-Ended Skrewt of all things and the other holding her finger, which was attached to a Freshly caught Cornish Pixie. She bumped into Harry a second, before running off to the "Pest Advisory Bureau" door. As before, Harry remembered they were just large floo doors to the real areas. Tonks, whose grasp had by now cut off circulation to the rest of his arm, knocked on an unmarked door.
"Enter!" a soft voice called out. Harry swore as Tonks pulled him into the room. The woman that stood there had an elegance about her that anyone could feel. She seemed to be letting of a feeling of welcome to Harry, but he instinctively knew she was over-protective, how he knew this he didn't know.
"Hello Harry Potter, I am Serita Delacour of the Veela Educational Society. In a few days, we will be heading to the Veela Colony de la bonita. It is a magical colony and will be your new home until such a time we are assured of your welfare and you are, then, able to go into the world.
Until then, you are going to need certain materials you are going to need. As such, I have prepared for you certain material that, when signed, will emancipate you."
Harry nodded.
She handed him a slip of paper and said, "Read, and sign if you agree. If you do not agree, let this paper remain unsigned and upon your receipt of our wards, you will be legally emancipated anyway."
Picking up the paper, Harry's neutral face soon became a grin.
I, ______________________, hereby announce and declare according to magical law, myself emancipated. I have adequate funds, with which to operate my life, and have the capabilities and responsibilities to the magical people.
The next day found him staying in a hotel set up in Muggle London, as a way of expressing the Veela happiness to Harry for becoming their male. He was in the high-rise of a fifty storing building when, suddenly, a pack of owls caught up with him. There were three, he counted, all different. The first, he grabbed, was a Hogwarts owl with his Ordinary Wizard Level results.
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, equipment, and your OWL results.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than August 15.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
Harry looked at Tonks, who was staying with him until he was to go to the colony smirked at him. "Well, are you going to open them?"
Harry shook his head. He dreaded to see what his scores were.
Tonks sighed. "Alright you big baby! Wotcher, give them here!"
He grinned and handed the results to her.
OWL Results for Harry James Potter
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OWL results were based on your performance out of class according to Ministry standards. the letters go as such:
Specific OWL Decisions: Questions and Answers to controversial grades that would make other students suspicious
* - Performed an exceptional patronus to earn an extra OWL in defense. This third OWL also transfers to a NEWT..
** - As Mr. Potter devined, Madam Marchbanks died a week prior due to a mishap involved with the Department of Mysteries and an experimental time turner. Though the effect remains unknown, Professor Marchbanks said that, in the event something occurred to her within the next few days, that he was to pass the NEWT and that her other self was not to do the experiment.
*** - Though usually we would not allow someone who did not make an O in the written part of the test, Mr. Potter's practical shows an abundant knowledge of Potions. We suggest he get a fair and impartial tutor.
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags
Course Books All students should have a copy of each of the following:
OTHER EQUIPMENT
Sixth years please note Quidditch Tryouts start for Gryffindor 23 September, Slytherin 25 September, Ravenclaw 27 September and Hufflepuff 29 September.
P.S. Mr. Potter, I have been notified that you are eligible to rejoin the Gryffindor Quidditch Team should you so choose, and your Firebolt has been digested of all curses and illegal charms.
Harry snorted, wondering if the Veela were going to let him leave at all. Ever sense he had come to the colony they had treated him like a king. Serita, the Leader of the Veela Colony, was watching his every moment. Tonks was forbidden entering the colony, under the Veela Act of 1798, which stated that the Ministry of Magic was to have no interest in the affairs of the colony.
He, on the other hand, had been trained in various magics, and various ways of learning. Political and social sciences, as well as other studies were part of his training.
He continued getting letters from Tonks, Remus and Dumbledore, updating him on the Order's struggles, and in Dumbledore's case, asking permission to tell them of the prophecy.
Harry nodded, signifying it was alright with him, as long as whatever occurred was left between the four of them.
Others, like Ron and Hermione, wrote once to tell him that he was unwelcome at the Black House, as long as they were there.
"Bonjour" Serita said as she entered the room. She was a splendid Veela, smooth, tan skin and long, red hair. Her eyes shown a wonderful mid-orange color, that accompanied her hair very well.
"Bonjour" Harry with a bit of reluctance. He learned, through some depressing experimentation, that the only Veela in the entire colony that knew any form of English was Serita Delacour.
"How are you, Harry" she asked in a sultry tone. The boy sighed and said, "It's boring here, Serita. I'm the only male in an entire colony, my closest friends decided to leave me when they found that I was a Veela, and that I'm expected to stay here until YOU let me leave."
"It was different for your mother you know? By the time she was seventeen, she knew who she wanted to be mated to. She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she wanted your father, and she got him. You are different. You know who you want, but you know you cannot have her until such a time as the war is over. She will wait, I believe. Now, have you practiced your sense recognition?" Harry rolled his eyes and nodded. "Good, close your eyes and tell me who this is." Harry did so, and soon a sense of molded flowers filled him. He almost choked on the horrid sent, but said, "Elderess Saratoma."
"Exactly. And this?" This time, Roses filled his senses and he smiled. "It's you, Serita." She nodded. She had, as of yet, been able to mask her sent to him as she wanted to. She beckoned another and this time, sweet roses mixed with a tangy smell filled his sent. Harry looked confused for a second, but grinned and said, "It's Gabrielle." Gabrielle Delacour was a fourteen year old girl that had been saved by Harry when he was fourteen. She was a quarter Veela and the next in line to the Veela Colony Seat. She had also become one of Harry's best friends. She was, in all honesty, the only other girl Harry had ever saved. She grinned. "Bonjour 'Arry!"
"Very good Harry, you are learning to decode the senses and rely on your gut. Gabrielle, can you go get someone else for Harry to test on?" She nodded and ran away. They waited for fifteen minutes. "Now try to decide on this person" she said with a slight laugher to her voice. Harry was confused. He'd lock on to this person's sent, only to lose it a minute later. After ten minutes of locking and losing, Harry grew impatient and said, "I don't know!"
"Wotcher, Harry!" He groaned. Opening his eyes. Seeing the metamorphmagus in her entirety.