This is a series of unrelated oneshots. I will add to it if I feel like it, and may continue a chapter if you ask or give a prompt. I make no profit from this, and I do not own Harry Potter or anything else that might be mentioned.
Moon Matched
There was a light tapping noise echoing down the corridor as a slight form made his way slowly down the dark length. The figure was covered in a black cloak, the weave betraying its high quality. A slender hand poked through a sleeve, a glowing silver stone on a woven black leather thong clenched tightly between slender fingers. As the figure moved forward, the glow grew brighter until it was a solid ball of silver as the figure neared a grand set of doors at the end of the hallway. Muffled sounds could be heard through the seams, and the figure pressed its head gently against one to determine the situation. The being would later tell its teachers that it was assessing the situation. It definitely wasn't because they were curious. Nope, not at all.
"My Lord, now is the time to strike! The light does not have a champion, the world is in chaos after the results of the Tri-wizard tournament, and you are back to your powerful and glorious self! There is no way we can lose!"
"Lucius. Silence." The tone was dark and heady, sending a shiver down the figures back, not in fear. 'My mate.' The figure pressed closer, wanting to hear more of his destined's words. "If I wanted to rush ahead and attack the wizarding world right now, and spring whatever traps the light may have set up, don't you think I would have done so already?" Not waiting for 'Lucius' to respond, he continued. "I have planned ahead, going over every situation that could possibly happen. There are some variables left to set into a solid place before a final strategy can be set. I would have thought a chess player like you could appreciate the finer details of tactics and strategy, but I suppose it is too much for you to comprehend if you want to rush to your possible death like a Gryffindor."
'Harsh, but true.' The figure nodded resolutely to itself, sliding its cloak back to reveal a delicate male form, dark messy hair, jewel-bright green eyes, pointed ears and pale skin being the only features revealed by the silver stone. He had travelled many miles to this place, drawn by the light of the muna'riel, the only item capable of finding an elf's mate. Tucking the captured moonbeam into a pocket, he ran a hand through his hair, straightened his shoulders and pushed open the doors before he could lose his courage. He wasn't considered Laurelyn's most reckless elf for nothing.
After seeing twenty wizarding wands pointed at his person, he regretted his actions. 'Ah well, too late for never.' He looked towards the back of the large room and saw the only one who could be his mate. 'Strong mind, strong magic and strong spirit, if the amount of followers he has is to be believed.' He took a moment to sense the level of his mate's magic. 'Cool, my mates a Lord.' Only a few wizards ever become strong enough to achieve true Lord status. As he closed his eyes to better feel out his mates energy, he heard several exclamations of 'a true elf!' and 'how did he get here?'
Over it all, he heard one chilling sound. "Stupefy him." 'Surely one as powerful would know that magic works differently on elves?' The elves body froze up and he couldn't move, barely remaining conscious of his surroundings.
"My Lord, you do know that magic effects elves differently, right?"
"Of course, Lucius. I want to examine him first before he gives his excuses."
"But elves have a non-aggression treaty with humanoids!"
The elf only heard an amused "I know," as he was carted out of the room.
'Correction. My mate is an idiot.'