Hey there, this is my first fanfiction. English is not my mother tongue so please tolerate a few mistakes.

I hope you like my story, it will later be mpreg (but no explicit sexual content). The long-time pairing is undecided right now, suggestions are welcome. Suggestions for improving my writing are welcome, too. I am planning to update weekly.

I own nothing concerning the Harry Potter universe and I don't make money out of writing this.

So, here is my first chapter. Have fun.

Griffindor dorm, May 1996

Harry lies awake in his bed and watches the shadows created by the moon outside the window. His classmates snore but Harry is wide awake. Something changed.

It began subly in his third year when he occasionally became especially aware of magical objects around him. For example he did not have to look into his pocket to know if the Marauders Map was in it. He could simply sense it. There was no description of such a magical talent in any of the library books. Harry was afraid to ask Herminoe for her help in the research in case it was kind of a taboo, such as hearing strange voices in the wall like in second year.

This strange sense developed over time. In fourth year it became quite difficult for Draco Malfoy to sneak up on him, simply because Harry could sense his magic's malicious intent. However, he was unable to sense other people from afar.

This year it became more pronounced. Sometimes Harry knows if Neville's spells at transfiguration would succeed, even before the other boy finished uttering the spell. And other times Harry tried to conciously put more power into his spells, causing them to either last longer or explode horribly.

Tonight something else has changed. Harry has the feeling he remembers a specific place, but he is absolutely sure that he never set a foot into this city. It seems to be quite small, but beautiful. There are small houses made of wood and with plants growing all over on them. Harry feels the strong pull to go to this place and the fact that he does not know how to go there does not seem to be such a big issue. How odd. But even if he can travel to this place, one problem remains. How would Harry leave Hogwarts without anyone noticing? The secret passages are all secured with magical barriers and monitoring wards, so that is not an option.

The next Hogsmeade weekend will be his chance. Sure, he has been banned from going because of the Quidditch incident with Malfoy, but fortunately he still has his Invisibility cloak. Yes, that's a plan. He will leave early to Hogsmeade, so there would be enough time to find a way of transportation. Satisfied with his plan, Harry falls asleep.

Two weeks later

Harry sneaks through the Entrance Hall and Filch's checkpoint. This early in the morning it is ridiculously easy. Only a few Ravenclaws are on their way into town, probably buying a few new quills and hurrying back to their homework. Harry sneaks to the Shrieking Shack. If he has to call the Knight Bus, it should better not be in the middle of town.

Harry reaches the Shack, stores the cloak in his backpack and concentrates again on the impressions he got from his destination. The little wooden houses, the clean and welcoming atmosphere and his desire to go there.

Suddenly he starts feeling a tingly sensation all over his skin and after a few seconds he feels it on the inside of his body, too. He blinks in confusion and the scene before his eyes has changed. Now he stands in front of a small wall and in the background he can see the small huts. Next to him there are two tall men, watching him wearily. Both wear bow and arrow on their back and a spear in their hands. Their clothes look even more medieval than Harry's cloak. They are made of leather and linen.

"Excuse me? Where am I?", Harry asks. The left guard says something in a very fluent and musical language that Harry had never heard before.

"Pardon? I don't understand you.", Harry says.

One guard opens the door in the wall and the other points to Harry and then to the town. Harry nods and follows them.

The town is bigger than Harry thought, but the only people he can see are the guards. Strange. After a few minutes they reach a bigger building and it is not made of wood but rough, white stones. Inside they meet five other people, four men and a woman. They are all beautiful, tall, thin and with pointy ears. They all stop speaking the musical language and regard Harry.

"Human, what do you seek in the halls of Elyna? Come to insult the ancient culture of the elves?", a man with long, bright brown hair and blue eyes asks in a hostile tone.

Elves? All Harry heard about elves was about house elves and the difference between them and those beauties in front of him could not be bigger.

"No, I am not. I suddenly have been having visions about this city and wished to see it. How did I come here? Who are you?"

"Shush, Alon. Welcome, stranger, to the city of Elyna. My name is Athia. Come with me, I will answer your countless questions." The woman stands up and gestures for Harry to follow her.

"Thank you. My name is Harry Potter."

They walk through the streets of the city into a small garden.

"Please excuse my sons behavior. Our kind has always had a difficult relationship with humans and Alon was personally offended by one a few years ago."

"No harm done. What exactly is your kind?"

"We are elves. And you seems to be of elven origin, too."

"Me? As far as I know I am an ordinary wizard. My parents were, too."

"Yes. When a wizard or witch has a child with an elf, the child is probably no elf, but carries the genes into the next generation and so on. Therefor we ask the ICW for birth registries every few years, to see if there is a new child born to the families who might carry elven genes. It is rare but possible and because there are few elves left we are very interested in possible additions to our people. Like you. But your appearance here was completely unexpected. The next child that could be an elf is a four year old boy in Russia. I did not know about you, but I will research that."

Harry was silent for a few minutes, processing the new information. So much that made Harry different than his classmates.

"How come I never heard about elves? And why is the relationship between elves and humans difficult?"

"It has to do with the history of our peoples. Elves and humans cooperated until the Dragon Pox pandemics. The first was 1810-1812. Elves and fae helped the humans tend to their patients but so many people died. A fifth of the whole wizarding population. You need to know that elves hardly have active healing powers, most of them are passive and slow working. Fae are the true super-healers but they are quickly exhausted from healing non-fae. So some humans started rumors that especially the Elves did not do their best to heal the ill humans. After that human politics became much more creature discriminating. The second pandemic, 1898-1904 was even worse. Not every human could be saved so some governments declared experiments on elves legal to discover the healing powers and use them. More than 100 elves were slaughtered for experiments and potion ingredients. But only freely given blood enhances some potions, and humans never understood that. Other parts of elven bodies do not have any healing powers.

Some humans even captured female elves, killed their children and forced them to nurse human children. Elves stimulate the development of a magical core in elven babies by being near them and having positive feelings towards them. It does not work under force or for human children. They simply do not need help to build their cores. But humans never understood. " She stops speaking for a while.

"Anyway, hunting elves was prohibited in 1941 but our people came back to this city and avoided human contact since then. Now we are under protection of the ICW like other creatures who might be of interest for humans. But the former harmonic relationship between humans and elves was never revived."

"How did a human offend Alon if your kind avoids humans?"

"Four years ago, an elf born by human, like you, came here. Marisol from Spain. She did not accept her elven self and that she could be part of our people and insulted us. My son was especially overeager to introduce her, I think he like her. So now I am cautious not to send you running after our first meeting.", she chuckled.

"It's all a bit overwhelming, sure. I am very interested in getting to know this culture better. I have so many questions I would like to ask, but I can not stay very long today. Most importantly, how will being an elf change my life?"

"I am very glad to hear you are interested in our culture. Rest assured, your outward appearance will not change to raise questions. You will not grow pointy ears, but probably you will grow a few inches in the next year. You will not be abnormally tall by human standard. Elves have striking eye colors, and you already have that. Have you experienced changes in your magic recently?"

So Harry tells her about his observations of the changes in his magic.

"That's good. Your elven genes will mostly lead to more awareness for magic, it comes on his own, but you should try and practice. In order to use true elven magic you will need to learn our language. To work magic you need to picture the desired result, describe it briefly in your head and concentrate on the feeling of your magic. Fortunately it is always the same concept, but you will need years to learn the language, and your magic is still developing so you can not make every desired result happen. Are you interested in learning more?"

"Yes, very much. I like the concept and learning your language is very appealing, it nearly sounds like music."

Athia smiles brightly at Harry's excitement.

"Great. I will show you a small exercise for elven magic. Fold your hands like this" she folds her hands as if she wants to hold water in them "and focus on your magic. Form it into a ball of light. We use them to decorate your houses with light and a part of your magic. They need to be replaced sometimes, and if you practice they will last about two months."

Harry ties and focuses, but other than a short flash of light there is nothing to be seen.

"It will come with time. You have much magical potential, but lack the experience.", Athia says.

"Thank you. As for coming here again, I do not know how. At Hogwarts there are wards which prevent me from leaving and at the place I am spending my summer holidays I am constantly watched.", Harry says frustratedly.

"Hm. The wards can be bypassed by elven magic, but you do not yet know the words to do that. But at your summer home you could produce a light orb and put it into your bed. So your magical signature is still there. And because it is elven magic it does not count as human underage magic. "

"That's brilliant. One more reason to learn the elven language."

"Yes. You came here with the elven version of apparition. To go back, just picture the place you want to go to, preferably outside of wards for the beginning. The next time you come here, I will have some books for you to learn the elven language. Take care, Harry."

"Thank you. Goodbye,"

Harry focuses and the same tingly feeling appears and in the blink of an eye he is standing next to the Shack once again.

Department of Mysteries, In the room of Death, June 1996

The Order of the Phoenix arrived few minutes ago and the battle is still going on. Tonks lies injured and unconscious in a corner of the room while Sirius and Harry fight against Lucius Malfoy and a person Harry does not recognize.

"Harry, how could you leave the castle? How could you jump headfirst into danger? Those are Death Eaters, Harry, fully trained adults, capable of more magic than you can imagine!", Sirius fumes between dodging curses and firing his own.

Sirius is so disappointed in him, Harry can hardly breath because of the tight feeling in his throat.

"Why didn't you just open the package I gave you for Christmas, the whole mess here you be avoided. Especially the injuries of your friends. And -"

Sirius does not end his sentence, because he is hit with a bright red spell and thrown into the stony part of the Veil. His back collides with it and an ugly, crunching sound is heard. Sirius falls to the ground unconsciously, but obviously still breathing.

Harry hears Bellatrix's mad laughter and runs after her as she leaves the room.

Griffindor dorm, the same day

Harry sits on his bed, deep in thought. Fortunately, all his friends were only lightly injured and will be released from the Hospital Wing in few days. They won't even miss the end of term feast. Even Sirius would make a full recovery although his situation was much more serious as he could neither go to St. Mungo's or Hogwarts for treatment. So he is still at headquarters in the care of Remus. Still, Harry feels guilty for their pain, especially since it was so unnecessary. The only remotely positive thing that happened that night was that Dumbledore told Harry about the prophecy. Harry is still seething that he only now is informed of the reason his parents and him were targeted. Simply because of something as unreliable as Divination. If Harry really is the only person who might defeat Voldemort, then why did Dumbledore not organize special training for him? The excuse, that he wanted Harry to have a childhood was not satisfying, especially since Dumbledore sacrificed Harry's childhood by giving him to the Dursleys. Harry is not sure what to make of the elusive headmaster anymore, but there is nobody he could talk to about this problem. Hermione is still cross with him because he did not listen to her enough. Ron mostly does not understand the details in relationships and Sirius was so angry with him at the ministry that Harry does not dare to contact him anytime soon.

The only bright side of the situation is that Harry knows something that Dumbledore does not. "The power the Dark Lord know not" is probably not love. Harry could have laughed at the suggestion if the situation was any better at that time. No, the power is probably elven magic and thus one more reason to desire a second visit to the city of Elyna in order to learn more.

So Harry sits practicing his light orbs when no one is around. He can produce a smallish orb of bright white light, but it only lasts about an hour. This does not discourage Harry too much, he was only practicing for a few weeks. He is very determined to master the light orbs and learn more about elven magic.