dIscLaiMer: i don't own JK's characters, no matter how yummy they are. i do, however, own the plot, so don't go stealing that from me!
Bloody Elves!
PrologueHarry had finally destroyed dear old Voldie, using a power he didn't even know he had possessed. He was just so angry, and it burst out of him, exploding the focus of his pain. Then he destroyed Voldie's remains, using Godric Gryffindor's sword. That was in June, and he had stayed at Hogwarts since then. The power he had used to kill Moldywart had receded, but he was still significantly more powerful. Harry had also realized that he could use several spells without his wand. In fact, it was easier to perform simpler spells without the aid of his wooden stick. But of course, the Golden Boy of Gryffindor thought nothing of it. In fact, he was quite pleased.
Draco Malfoy was also staying at the castle over the summer holidays. He had shown his alliance during the Final Battle, during which he killed his father, along with several other Death Eaters. That didn't mean that Harry was all buddy-buddy with the Slytherin Ice Prince, though. It merely meant that they tolerated each other's presences, and could hold a polite conversation if it was necessary. That said, it should be obvious that Harry and Draco avoided each other at Hogwarts. At the rare occurrence that they met, they nodded at each other and continued on their own merry ways.
If it was possible, Draco Malfoy had grown even more beautiful than in the past. Of course, Harry would never admit it, but Draco was the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. But then again, Harry wasn't gay – but he wasn't sure if he was straight, either. Maybe his experience with Cho had turned him off girls forever, which wasn't so hard to imagine. After the Battle, Ginny had come to Harry, expecting for their couple status to be reinstated. But Harry had shaken his head, telling her he loved her, not in the way she thought, but as a sister. He also told her that he had too much on his mind for him to truly appreciate her, and that Ginny deserved better than that. Needless to say, she was upset, but also touched by his words, and promptly got over it. Hurrah.
Harry hadn't heard from his friends/family in a while, either. Yes, they were all busy with their lives (Hermione was in France, and Harry had treated the Weaselys to a vacation in Hawaii), but it was nice to hear from them once in a while. But then again, his birthday was coming up. Maybe they were saving his letters until then.
Harry's birthday, July 31st. A day he was looking forward too, because that was when wizards received their inheritances, if they had any magical creature blood in them. So, on his birthday Harry would find out if Dumbledore was hiding any more secrets from him. Dumbledore. Personally, Harry couldn't stand him. And he could tell that Malfoy couldn't either, always calling him an old coot under his breath. Yes, he was an old coot, but he was also a manipulative bastard. That was what he had done to Harry: manipulate him. Harry only stayed in the castle because it was his home, at least until he turned seventeen and got access to the Potter vaults, as well as the Black vaults. What would Harry do with all that money? Probably nothing, except for buy a couple homes and give some to the Weaselys. He was still a generous person, and, since he defeated Voldemort, he loved the world, especially the outdoors. Ever since his power had exploded out of him, he had spent many hours in nature, wandering about the Hogwarts grounds with curiousity, and, well, love. For some reason they seemed to belong to him. He tried to tell himself they didn't, but his heart disagreed with him. So, on a whim, he had even transfigured his rooms (in a part of the castle Harry had never been in before) to look like the Hogwarts grounds, green and leafy, with trees growing about and flowers and whatnot everywhere. It even had the same misty smell of nature. The scent of home.
Chapter One
TransformationThat was where Harry was now, in his rooms, sleeping peacefully on the eve of his birthday. He looked right at home in his environment, a forest setting right down to the green leaf-inspired bed with brown sheets. Somehow, it was where he belonged. The clock Harry had meddled with to get to work at the castle changed, and it was midnight. 12:00 am on July thirty-first, Harry's birthday. With the change in time came a large flash of light, dark green, enveloping Harry. It lasted for a long time, until dawn, when Harry woke up.
He rolled over and glanced at the clock. Huh? he thought blearily. Why the hell am I waking up at dawn? Harry shut his eyes with resolve and tried to go to sleep, but to no avail. With a sigh, he heaved himself out of bed and into the shower in the bathroom adjoined to his bedroom. It was similarly decorated, in full, blown-out forest décor, and Harry padded past its large mirror, framed by blooming vines, not even bothering to look at his reflection, straight into the shower. It wasn't even until Harry was absentmindedly scrubbing his hair that he realized – today was his birthday! Or, as he had come to think of it, Magical Inheritance Day! He rushed through the rest of the shower, wrapped himself in a black towel, and planted himself in front of the mirror.
His eyes had darkened, now matching the light that had enveloped him – not that he'd know that. His hair was much shinier, and softer, and, well, prettier. But the same old inky black color. Harry examined himself, finding everything else to be pretty much the same, except – what was that? A tattoo, shimmering slightly, of intertwined trees. Interesting, thought Harry. Out of nowhere he stretched, yawning loudly. He would never get used to waking up at dawn. Then he stared at his reflection in the mirror in horror. Then he exploded.
"WHEN DID I GET SO SHORT? OH NO! SHIT! I FINALLY GROW A FEW INCHES AFTER BEING MALNOURISHED BY THE BLOODY DURSLEYS, AND NOW MY STUPID INHERITANCE MAKES ME SHRINK! WHAT AM I, SOME BLOODY HOBBIT OR SOMETHING?" he raved, pacing back and forth.
Actually, no, you're not a hobbit. You're a wood elf. I thought it would be obvious, a voice in the back of his head said.
Oh no. Now he was hearing voices.
I'm not just any voice, I'm your subconscious. And I'm telling you, you are a wood elf. Wood elves have dark green eyes and dark hair, with an affinity for nature. They are also very powerful. The power you have been using before today was only a fraction of the power you have now. A pause. Wood elves also have mates, like all magical creatures, and when you find, and bond, with your mate, your power will be significantly increased.
"Okay, so my subconcious is talking to me, I'm a wood elf, and I have a mate. Who I need to bond with. Er- what does bond mean again?"
I'm going to be up front about this. It means, you have to have sex with him. Your mate, I mean.
"Him? My mate is a him? I'm gay?"
Yes, yes, and yes.
"Already then. Time to check into St. Mungo's."
Harry could almost feel the voice – his subconscious – roll his eyes. Get dressed and go outside. I'll tell you everything about your race then.
Harry bit his lip, but nodded, heading back into his room preparing his magic for magically altering his clothes, but he found it already done. He heard a chuckle somewhere in the recesses of his head, and rolled his eyes mentally. Then he pulled on some boxers and a pair of black jeans, along with some random t-shirt, green. Then he walked through the halls of Hogwarts, finding no one lurking the castle at the early hour. He made his way down the front steps and, paying no particular attention, started towards the lake. Harry didn't know quite where he was going, but he plowed on ahead anyways. There was something pulling on him, an indescribable tug, and Harry would be damned if he resisted.
Then abruptly he stopped, forest green eyes meeting icy silver. Draco Malfoy was spending time at the lake. Who woulda thunk it? Normally, Harry would've looked away, but this gaze, this staring match was different. It was so intense, so probing, so right. Somewhere in those moments they had taken the initiative to step closer to each other, so close that Draco was bending his head down and Harry was tilting his head up, making sure never to break the stare.
There was a magnetic pull between them, something Harry was certain he had never felt before, an attraction he couldn't resist. Draco's heated breath ghosted across his lips and Harry flushed, impulsively rubbing his nose against Draco's. Then it happened. In a flash, Draco had closed the distance between their lips. There was a shock at the contact, and they pulled away, surprised. The staring contest ended, and no one could even tell who won.
A/N: review, review, REVIEW! i need to know if you guys want more, because i'm not sure i'm going to keep writing this. but i suppose i have to, because i don't even know what happens after my evil cliffie! rubs hands together evilly oh, and one more thing: i have a puppy named sydni who lives in my head, and if you guysers give her enough bones to chew on to bribe her, she'll annoy me until i update. sound good? well that's just fantastic! ten chocolate chip cookies to the person who can guess what that's from. well, until next time, readers. bon voyage!
