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hello, my little story readers! well, i won't keep you waiting, go ahead and read, but before you start i must say that everything coming from the Ancient Language is mine, so if you'd like to use it for whatever reason, i'd really appreciate it if you asked. anywhoo, enjoy!

Lily’s POV-

“What do you mean?” I asked, half of me wanting to hear more, the other half wanting to recoil in fear.

“I mean,” Sare started, “have you ever heard Sirius laugh? It sounds like a dog bark. And the other night, when it was my first transformation here, I found Sirius trying to escape something, and then the next thing I see, there’s a dog, standing below me. There was a stag, too, that must’ve been one of the other Marauders, Peter must’ve been the little gray thing I saw, because that was no ordinary field mouse. So that leaves Remus and James, Remus is off visiting his sick grandmother every month-“

“James is a werewolf,” I said in sheer horror.

“Hold on a minute. I don’t think James is a werewolf. Have you ever seen his patronus? It’s a stag. And may I remind you the animals I dealt with while I was transformed were: a rat- Peter, a dog- Sirius, a werewolf, and a stag. So if you think about it, it would only make sense that Remus would be the werewolf,” Sare said.

“True,” I said breathing a sigh of relief, but still feeling horrible.

Sariah’s POV-

“What should we do?” Lily asked.

“Right now, nothing, just guard our tongue, and if they decide to tell us, we didn’t know a thing,” I said, regaining the little confidence I had in me.

I checked my watch, 2:35 a.m.

“We should get going,” I said, standing up, “where’s that tunnel we came in?” I said. Lily stood up and pointed to the Dark Forest. We finally found the tunnel, wound up right by the portrait of the Fat Lady, safely went in, and got about six hours of sleep.

My breakfast with Tonks, Lily, Ella and Margie was interrupted by an owl from Professor Dumbledore. It read:

Miss Kent,

Would you kindly join me for lunch and afternoon tea at 1:30 this afternoon?

Hope You Are Well,
Professor Dumbledore

My morning classes went by as quick as lightning, except for when James tried to shove a Devil’s Snare seed up Snape’s nose, which, may I add, exploded into branches.

“I was trying to accentuate the length of his nose, and brown really is his color,” was his excuse to the teacher. So like James. It was at times like this where I did feel just a bit sorry for Severus, but then anything I did feel dissipated within a second.

I quickly grabbed a bite to eat and then raced upstairs to Dumbledore’s office.

“Umm, chocolate frog?” I asked. The statue remained unmoving.

“Fizzing Whizbees? Oh, come on, I need to get in! Droobles Best Blowing Gum, Licorice Wand, Cockroach Clusters, Snickers!” the statue opened.

“Snickers? I was only joking,” I said. I climbed up the stairs and knocked at the door.

“Enter,” said a muffled voice. When I went in, there was Dumbledore sitting down at a table set for three. Next to him was an older man who reminded me of a genie, or djinn. Both of them stood.

“Miss Kent, this is Professor Mahmad Ajhihad. He is the Headmaster at the School of Witchcraft and Mycstism in Tajikistan,” Dumbledore said. I shook hands with him, remembering at the last minute to cover the lifeline on my palm as to not touch his. He noticed this and smiled, revealing crooked teeth.

“ I see your student is a smart one, Albus,” he said, sitting down, and me and Dumbledore followed suit. I poured the tea, and soon Dumbledore began talking.

“Word around Hogwarts is that you have a talent for dancing, Miss Kent, is this true?” he asked.

“Only in the slightest bit sir,” I replied.

“Are you sure, in only the slightest bit? Because-“

“What Albus is getting to, miss, is that I am looking for a dance teacher for my pupils, and Albus recommended you,” Professor Ajhihad said, and I blushed.

“What age group of students do you have, Headmaster?” I asked.

“They are of age 10 to 17. It’s really a small school, only of about 300 students, not large in the least bit,” Professor Ajhihad said, and I considered this.

“When will I go? How will I get there? When will I have time for my studies?” I asked, and Dumbledore chuckled.

“It does show that you have been around Miss Evans. As for your studies, I’m sure that you can find time, and I will explain to all of your teachers the extra curricular activity, and I’m quite sure that they wont mind in the least bit. And if they do, they can come talk to me,” Dumbledore said.

“As for the time, I really would like it to be during the school week, to make things easier on everyone. As for getting there, I will give you a device that will get you anyplace, though it will be kept under Albus’s supervision,” Professor Ajhihad said, and pulled out a necklace. It looked very old, with large silver pendant and sapphire and opal in a ying and yang form. He handed it to me.

“Think of the place you wish to go, and turn it so that the sapphire is on your right. When you wish to go back, think of the destination, then turn the pendant back to its original position,” Professor Ajhihad said.

“Thank you, sir,” I said. Ajhihad smiled, and turned to Dumbledore.

“I expect her at my office Tuesday night at 5:00. My seventh year students will be waiting for you. Good day, Miss Kent, Albus,” Ajhihad said. He turned to me and said in the ancient language:

Braye het sagg, kalaheska no ess.
Beware the dog, he is after you.

I replied:

Kalaweta meh taler?
May we talk later?

“Very well,” he said. “Good day, Albus,” Ajhihad said, and disappeared through the fire place.

“Well, that was an interesting language, I must say. What language was that?” Dumbledore asked.

“Umm, it was Tajik,” I said, and Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Because that sounded very familiar to the Ancient Language. Especially the one of the Warriors,” Dumbledore said. Oh damn, I’m busted. I look at Dumbledore and he smiles.

I really do hate to leave you hanging like this, but the next chapter will beready very shortly, i'd say maybein the next week or two. PLEASE REVIEW! and if i don't have another out before, have a very Merry Christmas, Happy Channukah, Happy kwanza, Boxing Day, and whatever else you may celebrate!

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