Chapter 192 : A Gift of Magic and Trust

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"Yes, I got him Ares four years ago to the day." The three teenagers in the room shared a stunned look with their transfiguration teacher. "No, this time I got him something a little, different." And he started walking calmly out of the room; once he realised nobody was following him, he smirked and turned to look at them over his shoulder. "You can come see if you want." And he left the room smiling all the way.

Harry was racing towards the stables; it was one of the few parts of the Potter manor that was completely vacant -at least it normally was- seeing as James had never showed any aptitude towards horsemanship. Neither had his grandfather and Harry was certain that the trait had skipped a few generations; having stables in the house meant that somebody, at some point in time, liked to keep horses in the Potter family.

Harry was used to empty rooms; growing up in Silbreith and then going to school at Hogwarts tended to change your opinion on what a large indoor area was supposed to look like and how rooms could exist for no obvious reason. Still, he tended to steer clear from the stables of the manor, hating the feeling of abandonment they emanated. But this time was different and Harry pushed the doors open with one strong movement; he entered the room, looked around and… froze.

It was extremely hard to not notice Severus's gift; it was standing right there, patiently waiting for the shocked teenager to come closer. Harry felt moisture gathering in his eyes as he stepped closer; liquid pools of silver for eyes, without an iris, stared back into his emerald ones and ebony hair glistened on a six feet ten frame. Two pure silver horns stood proud on the creature's head, the lower one much smaller than the upper one. The war unicorn stepped closer as Harry extended his hand and touched the velvety soft muzzle. A strange warmth run down his spine and into the unicorn that shivered; it felt like the first time he had held his wand all over again.

A soft light on the horses rear left leg caught Harry's attention and he watched in awe as his emblem appeared, glowing silver on the dark hair. The unicorn placed its head softly over Harry's shoulder as the teen acted instinctively and started petting its long neck. A wide smile appeared on his face as he held onto the creature; Severus was going to get a huge hug for this. And a hell of a present for his birthday.

Speaking of Severus, there was a parchment hovering next to the war unicorn, clearly suspended mid air with the aid of magic. Harry reluctantly unwounded his hands from around the creatures neck and petted him on the nuzzle smiling.

"I have to read this." He said softly and the unicorn nodded, its mane moving fluidly, as if it understood. Harry's smiled widened; it most probably did. It was a note from Severus, just as Harry expected. The teen wiped a tear from his face and started reading;

Dear Harry,

Happy birthday! It took me sometime to find one, but I did. I had promised you I would, had I not? They were in the Arabic peninsula after all, we were right on that account. The war-unicorn you see in front of you approached me the moment I arrived along with his brother. His brother, Kadar, is now my familiar. But this one just wouldn't move; the breeders told me that these unicorns can feel the calling of their masters. And since his master isn't me, he must have sensed I was the one meant to deliver him to you. His name is Ghaith. Just remember to cast a spell over the mark; I know it'll be there. You deserve him after all. Love,

Dad

Harry turned back to look at the unicorn, wiping the tears from his face. The unicorn was nuzzling his neck gently, having realised that something was distressing his master. Harry smiled at the creature and stroke its neck.

"You're Ghaith." It wasn't a question; he just wanted to call the unicorn by his name; Ghaith nodded. "I'm Harry. And I know you probably won't like it -I don't either- but I'll have to hide that emblem for now; just for a little while." He pulled out his wand. "Will you allow me?" With another wave of his head, the unicorn turned his body in such a way Harry could easily understand his approval. Harry smiled and patted him affectionately. "You have no idea what you got yourself into, boy." He informed the unicorn and cast the spell; Ghaith neighed and Harry almost felt that he actually knew. He never managed to ask anything further as the sound of approaching footsteps and people talking distracted him. It seemed as if the second round of inquiries was approaching, quite determinedly from what he could tell of the sound closing in. He just smiled at Ghaith affectionately and patted him on the neck. "Here we go, boy."

Severus was the first one to walk in the stables, his smile matching Harry's and looking as relaxed as he would if he was in his own home. He was the perfect image of a man completely content and frankly not giving a knut for what the rest of the world -or the people following him- thought. Harry borrowed a leaf from his book and ignored them too, making a straight line for the potions master and enveloping him in a hug.

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