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Info: rating for language and excessive violence throughout. May contain bashing but as to who remains undetermined. Elves do make an appearance in the beginning along with some references and appearances later on. Vampires also present. Special wand materials may appear as well. NO Horcruxes. Different magical animals. Internet name database for Elven names used. Harry will be nonhuman, powerful, cold, intelligent, murderous, and driven by his own motivations. Eventual HarryxTonks pairing with possible pairings for other characters. Ron and Hermione not his best friends. Tonks will be powerful but she'll build up to it, clumsy, Auror, she will maintain canon age, with luck she won't be a Sue. Will encompass several years prior to Hogwarts (not so briefly), every year he attends, the summers between school time and potentially after Hogwarts although it remains to be seen.

At a young age the famous Harry Potter disappears from his last living relatives'. He is not seen or heard for years. Meanwhile Hogwarts continues to educate its students, unaware of the darkness knocking on the door. What hides in the depths of the Forbidden Forest? What motivates it? A monster set upon a single goal, selfish yet saving more than one hidden world. A creature both light and dark, fighting for none, but saving all.

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Blood Lines

Part I

Chapter 1

Elven Forest, United Kingdom

9pm-June 1, 1987

"What are we going to do? It is surfacing, rising breaking through the blocks and soon he will turn. It's so early in his life, what if he can't control it? And what if they find him? What if his power goes to his head? Makes him cruel?"

"Relax. He is a good mortal, suffering has made him so, and the power will not tempt him to the dark. As for them, do not worry I have someone watching him. She will protect him against their forces. And control? It will come with time."

"Who is watching him?"

"Sylmae."

"You're kidding! She's only just beginning the fourth step of her training."

"Precisely! She's young, she will still be able to relate to him if he changes and has to be taken away from those humans."

"What of the wizards? What of Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore is an arrogant fool. He believes that the boy is safe under the wards that he has placed on the boy's dwelling. They are nonexistent and the immortals will be able to find him and drink from him, if he changes we have to get him out of the city and here where we will be able to protect him."

"Are you certain he will survive it?"

"Please my old friend trust me, he will be fine and Sylmae will help him when it happens."

"Okay, I will leave this to you but if it doesn't work out like what you think it will then next I will be forced to go against you, the Eldars are pressuring me to discount your claims. If you were anyone else I would not allow this, remember that."

"Thank you my liege."

No. 4 Privet Drive, London

12pm-June 15, 1987

"GET IN THERE YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WHELP! YOU CAN STAY IN THEIR FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK!"

'Thunk.' Harry Potter's head collided painfully with the back wall of the tiny cupboard as his large beefy uncle tossed him in viciously. He tumbled down onto the lumpy, mouldy, dingy little mattress stuffed roughly into the confined space. Mildew, dust and spiders covered the walls, ceiling, and floor of Harry's place of residence but he didn't care he had lived in the cupboard his whole life, even as a baby.

He dragged himself up, wincing slightly as the fabric of his clothing brushed over his sensitive bruising and wounds. He could feel the back of his head getting slick and wet with a warm sticky substance. Harry reached up and touched the place, bringing his hand back in front of his face he stared at the blood coating his fingers in the dim light filtering through the gaps in the shutter like doors.

Harry was beaten often by the Dursleys, almost every other day. It was commonplace in the house now and the only thing anyone worried about was getting blood on the carpet. This one had been over another one of the strange incidents that occurred to him occasionally. This time his aunt had been trying to force an especially revolting old jumper of Dudley's but the more she tried to fit it onto him the smaller it appeared to get until it was no larger than something a glove puppet would wear. Petunia had passed it off as shrinking in the wash but Vernon was still suspicious and so had decided it was better to smack Harry about for insurance.

Taking the blood he wrote slowly and with purpose on the wall in thick block letters:

I will escape here.

For six nearly seven years he had been treated this way, like an animal, a slave, nothing more than an unwanted burden upon his aunt and uncle's lives. He was an intelligent boy and knew this was true, they hated that they needed to house him and live in his presence. He had no illusions about what he was to them and lived out the days of his life doing the chores and housework they felt no need to do. Harry was brilliant and mature, with knowledge beyond his years and he knew that it couldn't have been legal for the Dursleys to treat him as such.

Using his hand he scraped the rest of the blood off his head and wiped it on his mattress edge. He switched position from sitting casually on the mattress to sitting cross legged on it. He closed his eyes and rested his arms loosely on his upper thighs, flexing the fingers once then letting them go limp. He slowed down his breathing, retreating deep into his mind and entering a meditative state.

Harry had discovered the ability to do this after a particularly brutal beating. He had been thrown into his cupboard panicked, his breath coming in rapid shallow gasps then he began to feel light headed and his vision blurred. Desperately he had tried to calm himself, lying flat back on the bed and breathing very slowly and deeply. Eventually Harry had calmed himself and fallen into a trance; he only came out of it three days later when his aunt had forced him into working again. Strangely he found that even though it had been three days he felt no thirst or hunger as if his body had stopped functioning enough to require sustenance.

The next time he had been beaten and confined to his cupboard Harry attempted the trance again and found it even easier to enter and that it allowed him to think very clearly about anything he felt the need to, he could organized his mind and thoughts and let his body recuperate. One time when he had entered this state he had been bleeding and sore but when he had awoken, a few hours later, the bruises were gone and the cut was healed with only a thin shiny pink line as evidence that anything had ever been there.

These times when he was in trances he could see things, he drifted through memories and emotions, he felt the hate and anger and sadness that had plagued him in earlier years before he learned control. Harry remembered things from when he was a baby; he saw a beautiful woman with flaming red hair and a man with raven black hair. Instinctively he knew the couple were his parents. He also saw flashes of other people; a man with sandy brown hair a tired look but who always smiled, a man with long dark hair always laughing and talking, and a fair-haired, big bellied man standing with a woman with soft features, black hair and wide kind eyes, a little girl no older than seven or eight stood between them her hair constantly cycling through colors and lengths, a mischievous look on her face.

The visions instilled him with warmth and feeling of belonging. It was something he had never felt in his waking life before, those who were supposedly family despised him, called him freak and bastard. But the people he saw never spoke, they just smiled and looked at him and as sad as it was that was the most kindness anyone had showed to him.

He knew that all of this; the trance, the visions, the healing, everything was odd, impossible. But odd things had been happening to him from the first day he had arrived at the Dursleys so he thought little about it. Actually considering some of the stuff that had happened, seeing the image of his dead parents and images of other people he felt he knew was nothing strange at all. It was really rather normal.

He smirked; eyes still closed still meditating. Once again he was confined to the cupboard he called a refuge but only for the rest week. It should have been a comfort but it really wasn't; it was Monday and the rest of the week meant the whole week until the next Monday.

No. 4 Privet Drive, London

10am-June 22, 1987

Bright unnatural light flooded into the cupboard startling Harry out of his meditation. He squinted up to see the silhouette of his aunt's head in the doorway.

"Get up! Come on there's work to do. You've been allowed to lounge about for a week, now hurry up!"

Harry picked himself up slowly. Lounge? That's what you call locking me in a cupboard? He thought to himself bitterly. He ran a hand through his long unruly hair remembering the look on his aunt's face when she had shaved it but the next day it was back and even longer, another example of strange things happening around him.

A list was shoved into his hands, "Here do these, then maybe you will get some water and a bit of bread." His aunt said imperiously as if it was supposed to motivate him. "And wash that blood off, you're disgusting."

He looked up into her dull beady eyes with his deep emerald ones, a blank look on his face. She stared back for a second before looking away uneasily. He mentally smirked at her, taking pleasure at her lack of comfort around him; his eyes always unnerved people. Harry blinked and nodded looking at the list and reading it over.

Cut grass

Weed garden

Water garden

Clean greenhouse

Wash windows

Take out rubbish

He blinked once again. The list was short, abnormally short, barely a fourth of his usual workload. Shrugging to himself Harry turned and walked out the front door, stopping to water and weed the hydrangeas then going around the side of the house and into the backyard. Where, after taking the time to spray his head down and comb the dried blood out of his hair with his hands, he proceeded to diligently but methodically work at the list of chores that the Dursleys required him to do to receive food and water and be allowed to be in the house.

Hours later Vernon Dursley returned from his work at Grunnings Drills. Apparently he had had a good day having yelled at several people, gave three different lectures and fired two incompetent employees. He was in high spirits and didn't even grumble too much at Harry for being out of his cupboard.

Before the Dursleys sat down for dinner Harry was thrown back into his cupboard. He sat in the small area his ear pressed against the door trying to hear the conversation of the horse, and the two whales. While not really interested in what was said Harry listened because he had nothing else for him to do while in his cupboard besides meditate.

"So Dudley . . . ready for your birthday tomorrow?" Vernon grunted through a mouthful of food.

Nothing was said but Harry could imagine the fat little boy nodding furiously while shovelling obscene amounts of food into his mouth. Then Harry realized what Vernon had said and knocked his head against the door. No, no, no, no, no not that. Please anything but that. It was Dudley's birthday, the one day that every year Harry was guaranteed to have to spend the day at Mrs. Figg's house.

He hated it there, the whole house reeked of cabbage and cat litter and the old lady made him look at huge photo albums filled completely with pictures of hundreds and hundreds of cats.

He was kept in his 'room' for the rest of the evening, left to stew in the dread that now filled him. Harry did not sleep that night; he tried but failed for what he guessed was about two hours but to no avail. Eventually he had no choice but to utilize his meditation to get any kind of rest at all for the next day.

No. 4 Privet Drive, London

8am-June 23, 1987

'Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.' Harry slowly came out of his trance, not rested at all. He shook his head as dust trickled down from the slanted step ceiling of the cupboard. Harry sighed today was the day he would be sent to a place that was worse torture than the Dursleys.

'Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.' "Wakey, wakey, Potty! Time to make my Birthday breakfast!" Dudley screamed loudly as he slammed his way up and down the stairs repeatedly. It was something of a ritual for Dudley to do this on his birthday seeing as he could get away with anything on the day.

Harry grabbed his glasses, having taken them off before settling into the meditation the night before, and slipped them on. The world went from a very blurry vague mass to a slightly less blurry mass of shapes. He sighed and blinked, the glasses he had were old, so old that now when he wore them it didn't improve his sight much beyond what it was without them.

He pushed open the door and crawled out slowly trying to figure out where Dudley had gotten too, amazed that the boy was awake so early. Fortunately the obese land whale had moved into the kitchen and had begun to count his many presents. Harry trudged in and immediately began to prepare a huge breakfast of bacon, eggs, sausage, beans, toast and coffee; he had been cooking since he was big enough to lift the pans. He served it to them on special extra large plates reserved for the feasts on Vernon's and Dudley's birthdays. Not that he expected any but he received no thanks.

Every year after the birthday breakfast Dudley's best friend Piers Polkiss came over and then Vernon and Petunia took them out for a day of fun parks and other activities. When they returned more of the whale's friends would come over and then a party would ensue with balloons and the like. After everyone had gone home Harry would be retrieved from Mrs. Figg's and put into a one man workforce for cleaning up.

He cleared the dishes while Dudley resumed greedily examining each individual gift still wrapped up in paper. Harry put the last of the dishes away and started to creep back into the hall and into his cupboard to await the last little bit before he was dumped off at the cat lady's home. He made it most of the way there, then there was a knock at the door. Dudley thundered by shoving Harry hard into the wall. He ripped the door open and welcomed in Piers.

Piers was a scrawny boy, rat faced and even worse than Dudley. He was the one who usually chased down the kids who ran from the gang and pinned them to the ground holding their arms behind their back while the others caught up. He would then pull them up and hold them still so Dudley and his other friends beat them up,

While Harry was a skinny boy, probably because he had lived under the stairs for so long, he was fast and surprisingly tall, taller than most other kids his age. Most of the time he was able to outrun Dudley and his friends, but if Piers was with them and the boy got going there was no way to escape, no matter whom you were. The only time he had ever actually escaped Piers was when he was running away from them at the primary school they went to and much to everyone's surprise, especially Harry's, he ended up on top of the school kitchens.

He scrambled up from the hardwood floor and without looking at the door bolted for the back. Harry made his way as quickly as possible for the back door hoping that Piers hadn't noticed him and coerced Dudley into his favourite sport, Harry Hunting. He made it to the door and pushed it aside and sprinting into the back. Then his momentum was halted completely.

Piers had noticed him fleeing and after greeting Dudley quickly vanished off in pursuit. He kept Harry in his sites and smirked evilly when the door slowed harry down as he opened it. Polkiss slipped through the door as it swung closed and dived at Harry. He managed to tangle up Harry's legs and send him pitching forward into the ground.

Immediately Piers dragged himself up over Harry and grabbed his arms and wrenched them back painfully. Clasping the other boy's wrists together with one surprisingly strong hand as the other reached up grabbed a hand full of Harry's long unruly hair and smashing his head down crushing it into the dirt. Moments later Dudley lumbered up a little out of breath even from such a short run and he and Piers worked together to haul Harry up off the ground.

Piers remained behind him locking his arms behind his back so he could not move. Dudley moved around to in front of Harry and looked him in the eye an amazingly sadistic expression on his face. Harry stared back defiantly, piercing Dudley with his very bright emerald green gaze. His cousin looked away but pounded his right fist into his left hand then pulled back preparing to send his large pudgy fist colliding into Harry's ribs.

"Dudley, Piers, boy, it's time to go!" Mr. Dursley yelled uproariously from the front yard.

The two boys dropped Harry, grumbling about their fun being ruined. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, thank you Uncle Vernon! To avoid his torturers Harry went through the house as they went around the side. He opened the front door and closing it behind him he walked to the car.

"Boy! Hurry up we haven't got all day for you to dawdle." Vernon said loudly from the driver seat of his car.

Harry quickened his pace and jumped quickly into the back of the vehicle not failing to notice that his uncle said absolutely nothing when his fat son and his scrawny friend arrived fully five minutes later. They didn't rush at all leisurely climbing into the back and forcing Harry into one side, pushing him into the door severely.

He grimaced slightly. It was a terrible experience, to be stuck in a small car with two whales, a horse and a rat. Even considering that he was barely ever given a chance to wash besides with the garden hose Harry smelt better than the cheap after shave, perfume and old food that rolled off the occupants of the car.

They travelled the two streets over and drove past Mrs. Figg's house. Without even slowing down Harry was ejected from the car forcefully to tumble down onto the curb scratched and lightly bruised again. He sat on the sun warmed pavement for a moment before pushing himself up and going to the door.

He tentatively knocked catching whiffs of cat litter and cabbage even through the door. He waited after knocking and a moment later a short batty old woman answered the door smiling almost creepily at Harry. She ushered him in right away not pausing for a second as she plopped him down on an uncomfortable old couch and brought out several impossibly thick photo albums.

For the next several hours Harry remained as stoic as possible through the seemingly endless torture of cat pictures. He took it all in stride, wanting to prove to himself that he could take the mental anguish like he took the physical pain of the beatings handed out by Dudley and Vernon.

But finally at around five o'clock he had all he could take and politely asked if could go for a walk. Arabella Figg reluctantly agreed that Harry could go out for awhile but only if he went only as far as the park and was back in five minutes. The Dursleys would be back soon it would be best if Harry was in the house and did not appear to have gone out at all.

Harry gratefully left the house and began a slow leisurely walk to the nearby park. As he walked he closed his eyes and breathed the warm fresh air in deeply. He loved the outdoors, he always had; maybe it was because of the cupboard, it didn't matter really. To Harry nature was beautiful and for him to be in it made him feel free, feel like his life was not a sad joke that he had no hope of leaving behind.

He made it to the park and headed for the rather large brightly coloured but worn wooden construct in the middle of the barren open lot. He climbed into a cubby there, shielded from the relentless sun. He lay in the shade relaxing basking in the piece resulting being away from everyone. Slowly his eyes got heavier and heavier until finally he fell into a deep sleep.

FLASH

A massive forest stood before him, pool stretching for hundreds of feet on across the face of it. The trees came forward, stopping halfway from the closest edge of the pool, leaving several dozen feet protruding from the trees. Strange bioluminescent water plants glittered underneath the beautiful clear blue water.

A snow white mist slithered through the trees and crawled across the water. A large group of people stepped forward from the trees, all tall, slim and elegant. One man was ahead of the group, taller than the rest and very dignified.

"Welcome to your new home Harry Potter." He said stretching out his arms invitingly.

FLASH

He was kneeling in a clearing in the forest, dozens of the tall elegant people standing around him in a ring, it was night. They were all garbed in similar clothing; long pants of shimmering cloth that changed colors in different lights acting as a camouflage, tucked into high boots and long sleeved shirts of the similar cloth. Most of them had a variety of weapons from small daggers to large long bows strapped to or arrayed on their bodies.

The man who had greeted him when he had arrived was now standing in front of him smiling gently down at him. He spoke, "Harry you have been here for a few years now and you have completed your training. In our culture you are now an adult and we present you with your coming of age gift."

The man brought out a rectangular box of black lacquered wood; it shined in the fire light. The man held it forward and undid the clasps, gently lifting the lid . . .

FLASH

The pool at the edge of the forest slowly turned red as the blood of dozens of dead bodies seeped into it. He stood at the bank of it facing away from the pool where the border of the Elvin Realm began. He was shirtless and only a thin pair of now shredded pants covered his legs. His chest heaved, his knuckles white as he clutched the twin blades of steel tightly in his hands, bright sticky blood dripping from the razor edges and crawling down his toned muscles, the large black wings that had sprouted from his back flexing.

His black-green eyes locked with amber orbs, an Elf girl stared at him. bright eyes gathered moisture as they stared at each other, he blinked at her curiously. His eyes then found the man, the one who had welcomed him to the forest. He was readying a vessel, to take across the pond.

The Elf glanced up, their sight locking together. The two stared for but a moment; then he faded in silence from view, insubstantial black material rising up around him.

FLASH

He was standing in darkness, thick oily black caressing his pale skin slowly and softly. A shiver drifted through his body when the whispers started. Languages he had never heard before reached his ears and while he couldn't understand any of it, it truly frightened him.

A warm but clawed hand gripped his shoulder and he spun around but saw nothing. A cold laugh reverberated through the clouds of dark impossible to place. Footsteps and the rustling of reptilian skin came from beside him but nothing was there.

"Are you afraid Harry? Do you fear us?"

"N-no." he stuttered out trying to keep his slipping facade in place.

"Liar!" a slight breeze tickled him, "Be afraid Harry Potter, so very afraid. . . ."

A flutter, a shift and a large dark being swung towards him, crashing into him and forcing him to the invisible ground. He choked and gasped desperately as he was smothered by the dark and crushed by an impossible weight. Then the weight disappeared with the dark thing to be replaced by blinding white light.

FLASH

Harry bolted upright, panicked. He swung his head back and forth wildly still in a daze. What the hell was that? He hauled himself upright and made his way out of the wooden play area. It was then he realized that the sun was low in the sky. He was late, the Dursleys would be furious. He was going to beaten to a pulp when he got back to the house.

He began to rush back to where what one would call his home, noticing the tall black thunder clouds rolling in rapidly. Really not wanting to get caught in the approaching storm he picked up his pace as feeling of foreboding crept through him. Speed walking from one faint pool of light cast by street lamps to the next not pausing once, he went down Magnolia Road.

Harry turned down Magnolia Crescent and walked along the street turning again into the alley leading to Wisteria Walk. He made it halfway before a sixth sense told him something was coming. He spun around as fast as he could, just in time to catch a large figure cloaked in black slam into him and push him up against the high red brick wall that made up one side of the alley.