A/N: That's my side project. I realized that I have something else to write to rest from Daphne's Slave to avoid ruining the story. I want to get Daphne's Slave right, so I started a new story.

Have no idea where this fic should go. Still... I'll try to make it somewhat enjoyable.

The story will include: dimension travel, elves, dwarfs (D&D-like) and many OC in the first part of the story. AU. Takes place during GoF. There will be a strong woman (elf), but no slaves :D

"Blah Blah Blah," normal speech.

"Blah Blah Blah," different language. May be English, Parseltongue or Elvish. But characters will mostly speak elvish in first chapters, so I'll write English using italic font.

'Blah Blah Blah,' thoughts.

Chapter 1.

It was quiet evening in Little Whinging. Nothing out of ordinary. Harry Potter was walking down the park thinking about the coming birthday. He was quite sad and frustrated. He still couldn't get why he had to stay with relatives. His thoughts were interrupted by sudden blinding flash right before him. He shielded his eyes with his arm while reaching for the wand with the other. Harry pointed his want at the source of light and tried to take a look at it. However, what he saw confused him greatly.

It was a girl of his age. She was the most beautiful being he ever saw. Very long black hair down to her legs, vibrant blue eyes, a face without any flaw with a bit pale skin. She had an elegant leather boots on and gorgeous blue... no that wasn't a dress. She was dressed in a battle armor! In her right hand was some glowing stone, while in the left hand she wielded a sword.

She looked around and noticed him, then she said something in an unfamiliar language. "What the..." he whispered before the stone in her hand began to glow again. He had no idea what the heck that was, but he was scared. That's why he did the first thing that came to his mind. "Expelliarmus!" he exclaimed sending a red beam towards the girl.

The next moment he was blinded by bright light and felt like he was falling. Then came pain. It was horrible, much worse than anything he endured in his life. He lost his sense of time, it seemed like the torture was endless. But at some point everything stopped, he felt no pain and he wasn't falling anymore. Instead he was lying on something very cold. It was freezing cold.

He opened his eyes and looked around. It was a horrifying sight. It was night, but stars and moon were very bright. However the only thing he could see was ice. Tons of cold ice. That's when he heard a groan.

"Goddess... My head..."

It was the girl. He didn't notice her lying next to him. The previously glowing stone was dull and broken now. He didn't hesitate pointing his wand at her and demanded, "Who the bloody hell are you and where did you brought me to?"

The girl froze and then attacked him faster then he could imagine. It was an eyewink later he was looking in her angry eyes while the sword was dangerously close to his neck. "Who are you?" she asked eyeing him in confusion.

"Great!" he exclaimed. "You're dragging me to the north pole and then asking who I am?"

"North pole?" she asked but then shook her head. "You're that aborigine from the previous dimension, aren't you?" The girl shivered with cold and waved with a free hand that glowed with a warm light for a moment.

Harry sighed in relief. A warming charm was exactly what he needed. He was, however, confused by her words. "Aborigine? Previous dimension?"

She grimaced and continued, ignoring his questions, "How strange... Besides, you're speaking my language," she continued thoughtfully. Then she glanced at the stone that was glowing before and visibly paled. "What did you do to the Stone?" she demanded.

"I did nothing!" he snapped. "You appeared before me and I thought you attacked me. I just tried to defend myself."

"Using magic?"

"Yes."

"Goddess..." she whispered and closed her eyes. "You're an idiot," she said at last. "Do you realize what you've done?"

"That's your fault!" he exclaimed. "I was just going home when you appeared out of the thin air before me."

"Right," she said sarcastically and sheathed the sword. "Don't move. I have to test something."

He decided to play along for now. She put a hand on his chest clearly using some magic and didn't move for a few minutes. It was worrisome, but he realized that the girl could kill him with the sword if she wanted.

"Well, that's troublesome," she said at last.

Harry scowled and noted, "I'm completely out of the loop here."

She looked at him staying silent for a few moments and then said, "You ruined my life."

"What?"

"It was a portal stone," she said pointing at the broken stone. "I was following my people through dimensions using the stone, but now I'm stuck here."

"I'm not sure I understand... Where is 'here'?"

"I have no idea where we are," she said. "In some dimension. We'll be lucky if there is life here."

"What do you mean by dimension?"

"Goddess..." she sighed. "There are infinite worlds or dimensions. You was living in one of them. My own dimension was on a verge of destruction, so we fled using these stones. Every dimension has a connection to several others. We found a suitable world and programmed the path to it into the portal stones. Thanks to you I won't be able to continue."

"But I..."

"I wasn't attacking you, stupid aborigine. I was just using the stone to continue my path. Without a stone I have no idea where the destination is and I won't be able to find it, because there is unlimited number of possibilities. Your interference destroyed the stone. What's worse, we have now some kind of soul connection. So we're bounded to stay together. Doesn't really matter," she said bitterly, "Because I can't get to my people anymore."

"I'm not sure I understood everything, but am I right that you can't return me to my world?" he asked starting to panic.

"Well... not for some time," she answered. "But we can return to your world. It doesn't matter to me where to go anymore."

"I'm sorry," Harry said when he realized what he accidently did to the girl.

"No need. I should have been more careful."

"How much time would we need to get back?" he asked.

"To your world? Hundred years at most..."

"What? That's too late!"

"Too late for what?" she asked confused. "Ah... of course, you're a barbarian, you know nothing about theory of dimensions. Let's say you were living in the dimension A and there is an infinite set of dimensions connected directly to the dimension A. It's provable that every dimension of this set is orthogonal to the dimension A. Currently we're in the dimension B that has a direct connection to the dimension A. So A is orthogonal to B. That means that it doesn't matter how much time we spend in the dimension B, if we go back to dimension A we will return the same moment we traveled here. Almost. There is interdimensional noise to take into account. But that's just a few seconds."

"That's good I guess, but I don't understand how that helps me. I'll get very old!"

"Very old? I think you misunderstood me. It's only a hundred years. And what does that mean to be old for the Goddess' sake? Is that some kind of idiotic tradition in your dimension? Ah! Your people are still barbaric and have some horrible mating rituals? Right?"

"What? NO! What kind of conversation is this? I'll be likely dead in hundred years."

"Dead?" she asked shocked. "Why? Do you have some illness? Is that some kind of aboriginal ritual to commit a suicide after some time? I assure you I can heal you and there is no need for these rituals."

"Huh? Aren't you human?" he asked realizing that something was very wrong.

"Trying to insult me?"

"No, of course not! I'm just asking."

"Stupid question. Of course I am a human."

"Your ears!" he exclaimed when he noticed her longer than normal pointed ears.

"What's with my ears?" she asked in panic. "Did something happen to them in the magical backslash?"

"No," he reassured her,"I mean they're long and pointed."

"Now you really are insulting me," she said angrily, placing a hand on the hilt of her sword.

"What? No!" he exclaimed horrified.

"Ah... that's an aboriginal compliment. I see..." she said relaxing.

"No. I meant that your ears are pointed unlike mine."

"I'm not sure I can follow," she said with a sigh. "Your ears are as pointed as mine."

"What?" he asked reaching for his ears. "What's the Hell?"

"How do you know my name?" she asked tensely. "You mentioned it two times already."

"I didn't say your name!" he snapped. The conversation was getting ridiculous.

She saw that he was genuinely confused, so he said, "My name name is Hellerey or Hell for friends and family."

"Bloody Hell," Harry muttered, then added hurriedly, "Sorry! There is the Hell in our religions. The place where sinners go after their death."

"Goddess, what a ridiculous concept!" she uttered and shook her head. "But I see... you was surprised that your ears were pointed. I assume this is why you asked if I was human. You aren't human. You're... or were a short-lived lesser being, weren't you?"

"Lesser? I'm not a lesser being!"

"Sure, you aren't anymore. Magic changed you. Now when we share souls, you're human too, not a lesser being anymore. We humans are immortal."

"Merlin, that's madness... Why do we seem to not understand each other?"

"You're rather slow," she said. "I said it already. Listen carefully. You're speaking my language, using a few words of your own language that doesn't exist in my own. Try to tell say the word 'human' in your own language."

"Eeh...Human."

"Yes, that's better," she nodded.

"Just like parseltongue," he said.

"Parseltongue?" she asked.

"I can speak the snake's language. It's working the same way. I don't realize I speak parseltongue."

"Interesting..."

"But wait, you're saying that I'm immortal now? How is that even possible? I mean how can I possibly be a human? I was a human."

"Your magic destabilised the tunnel between worlds. Interdimensional space is very rich with chaotic magic. We're lucky that we're alive."

"So... we can stay here for hundred years and then return to my world at the same time we left it?"

"Yes," she said he let out a sigh of relief. But then Hellerey added, "Assuming we can stay alive in this place long enough."

"Great..." sighed Harry.