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Zingaro	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing from the Harry Potter universe. It all belongs to JK Rowling.

Zingaro

A bit more background on Paula and how she came to meet Albus.

Chapter 8

Albus smiled, remembering the young gypsy girl he had tracked down. At thirteen, she lived alone in her wagon, following the other Romanies, but always slightly apart. Not quite one of them. Zingaro they called her, a gypsy of mixed race, mixed blood. Her grandparents cared for her as an infant. They called her their Tawnie yeck. (little one, grandchild) Paula�s mother was a true Romany mushi, (woman) she died during childbirth. Her grandparents insisted her dado was Romany rye, (Gypsy gentleman) but the others said he was a Gorgio, a Spanish gent who disappeared shortly after Romipen. (Marriage). He waited until Paula was born, the came and took her away. No one knew where, but when he returned a week later and deposited the child on her grandmother�s lap, he left, never to return. Her grandmother died when Paula was twelve, she cared for her grandfather until his own death a year later. Then the Romano�s cast her out, once her grandfather was buried and his wagon and belongings burnt, as was the way. No one was allowed to mention his or her names again and Paula was left to fend for herself, no longer one of the Vitsa (clan) and ignored by her Familia. (extended family)
Paula was not hurt by this treatment; it was merely the way of her people.
As a Tawnie (small child), Paula was taught to hide her magic from others in the group. Her grandmothers chiding was consistent over the years, afraid the chavvi (child) would be killed one dark night. Romanies allowed Drabardi

(the sight, along with a certain amount of magic), as well as their own healing powers, but anything more was considered the work of Beng (the devil) and would not allow Paula to stay in their camp if they knew she was a true witch.
Therefore, for several months, Paula followed the Romanies and they allowed it. Even though she was cast out, no one prevented her from following them, though they did not interact with her. Until one day, a Romano chal (Gypsy fellow) saw her start a fire with a wave of her hand and told the others. She was told not to follow them any more, to take her wagon and go the other way. So Paula did.
She travelled alone for many months, using her natural magic more often when not in sight of townsfolk, until she was approached by a tall man in strange clothes, with long white hair and a long white beard.
Paula unconsciously searched his soul, instinctively feeling him to be kind and knew she could trust him.
Albus introduced himself, he said he�d been searching for her since she was eleven but had been unable to locate her as she moved about so much. It was only during the last few months that her magical signature began to show again. He told her she was a witch, invited her to attend Hogwarts and said she would be looked after along with others of their kind. Paula followed him to Hogwarts but refused to stay, saying she could not live in such a small, confined space.
Albus had chuckled at her description of Hogwarts. Small it was not. Still, he was forced let her go, seeking her out periodically, providing her with a wand and reminding her the offer to attend school was still there. Always she refused, but looked forward to his visits. He taught her as much as he could during his short visits, normally in the summer when he would accompany her for three to five weeks at a time. He would sleep in the Vurdon while Paula slept in her tent. He discovered her gift for soul searching, her power to heal the soul, living or dead, and encouraged her to use that talent. He taught her not to be ashamed of her powers, that they were a gift to be used and treasured. Paula absorbed it all. He also uncovered the reason her father took her infant self away for one week, and helped her utilise the odd, but extremely useful legacy he�d gifted her with before his disappearance.
This continued until a couple of years ago, the only times Paula stayed put for so long. Normally she would move on after a week, two at the most. She worked for different wizarding organisations, travelling not only the country but also Europe and once, the Middle East. Paula was a Soul Searcher. It was her job to seek out the lost, troubled, or benevolent souls of the dead and banish them to the realm of light or dark. She was also hired to read the souls of those who lived in torment for one reason or another. Then she would help them to regain their lives, heal their own souls so they could live peacefully.

Now, she was here until she was no longer needed.
�By the way Kak, (respectful form of address for a favoured older male or uncle) it was cruel of you to pretend to the others that I was a man when I first arrived, though I have to admit your feigned surprise almost had me fooled.�
Albus laughed. �I was rather good wasn�t I?� He stated. �It is best they do not know of our past association for the moment. It would only encourage questions and several of our staff have a tendency to gossip, should it be overheard that I have specifically asked you here, the information may travel farther than we are ready to allow. Only Severus has a tendency to keep information under his hat.�
�Gossip hm? I�ve not sat in on any of that for many a year.�
�We are having a Halloween ball on Friday; I do hope you will attend Paula. I know it is not in your structure of beliefs, all the same I would appreciate your being there.�
�Kak you know I�m not that resolute when it comes to the ways of the Romany, I am not true Rom after all, or maybe I am. I will be there, but I do not promise to stay within your hall for the full night. I must breathe Kak, you know that.�
�I understand and except your conditions. I look forward to seeing you here. Paula why do you still wear white each evening, still mourn for you grandparents?�
Paula went back to the wagon and set about changing her clothes. Picking up the white blouse, she held it close to her, envisioning her grandmother holding her close on her knee as a chavvi. �He is right grandmother; it has been fifteen years since you passed, fourteen since grandpa. The time has come to stop grieving and move on. No more Parno.� (white) She whispered to herself.

Donning a blue top, she pulled all but one white blouse from the drawer and took them outside, tossing them on the fire and turning away.
�What do you want Severus?� She asked the dark clad figure to her left.
�I came to make peace with you. Why are you burning all of your clothing?�
�Only the Parno, I am out of mourning now. It has been too long.�
�I see, and might I ask who you were mourning?�

�My grandparents. It is fourteen and fifteen years since they died.�
�And your parents, are they still alive?�

�Do you wish to eat with me Severus? I have kanny to roast this evening, thanks to Hagrid.�
�That would be nice, thank you. Will you permit me to provide the wine, and perhaps dessert?�
�Why not, it is a while since I had Gooi.�
He turned and headed back to the castle while Paula washed the chicken ready to place on the spit over the fire. Hagrid had sent it ready plucked and gutted so she was saved the trouble of doing it herself. In return, she�d provided him with a tankard of her own nettle wine, which he accepted with glee.
Severus returned half an hour later to find chicken on the spit and Paula dancing round the fire.
Panting and out of breath, she joined him and sat on the box while he took his customary chair.

�You really are the Gorgio aren�t you.� She chuckled.
�The what?�
�A gentleman Severus. You insist on sitting in a leather armchair even though you are outside. Does nature repel you that much?�

�Nature does not repel me, I just happen to prefer my comfort. Tell me, what are these strange metaphors you keep using?�
�It is the language of my people Severus.�
�Your people. You are not English then?�
�Yes, and no. I am Zingaro. Gypsy rom with a little of something else thrown in for good measure.� I am mixed blood Severus.�
�How interesting, I did not know that. What is the extra something?�
�Who knows. Grandmother said my dado was Romany rye, a Gypsy gentleman, the Natsia said not.�
Natsia?�

�The tribe or clan from which I came.�
Severus asked her what many of the words meant that she�d already used in his presence. He was rapt until they reached Dilo.
�I am neither a fool nor an imbecile Paula and I resent you calling me one. All I did was show concern for your welfare, what is foolish about that?�

�I did not call you Dilo because of that Severus, I called you Dilo because you ridiculed my belief in myself. It is past now, turn the kanny before it burns.�
He looked puzzled for a moment, then realised kanny meant chicken.

�I assume the Headmaster has requested your presence at the Halloween ball on Friday.�
�He has, unfortunately.�

�And are you planning on attending?�
�Are you?�
�I asked first.�

�I agreed to go for a little while, on condition I am free to come outside when necessary.�

�I thought you enjoyed music and dancing.�

�I do, but not in enclosed places. I prefer to dance round a campfire, as you have seen on several occasions.�

TBC
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