Harry Potter and the Elven Childe
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and any of the related characters. I do own Jhada Eereowynn a.k.a Jade Ryan. Everything else is owned by J. K. Rowling.
Chapter 1: The Small Brown Owl
The dark haired boy laid on the bed in the home at 4 Privet Drive looking longedly at the window as if expecting something. He lazily stroked the snowy owl perched upon his table next to the bed. The day was too hot to even move and the owl seemed to agree. The boy was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He was no ordinary fourteen year old boy. He was a wizard and attended the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He lived with his muggle (non magic folk) relatives the Dursley's who hated anything to do with magic including their peculiar and abnormal nephew. Harry heard his cousin Dudley down in the living room yelling at the television set as his favourite game show began. He knew at any minute Aunt Petunia will be screaming for him to make dinner.
He wished his Godfather Sirius Black was finally cleared of all wrong doing. Two years ago he escaped from the wizard's Azkaban Prison to kill the man Peter Pettigrew who he was framed for killing. At the moment he was in hiding some where, after Harry helped him escape the Dementors. He wished he could go live with him but Dumbledore, headmaster of his school, felt he was safer with his muggle relatives than in the magical world where he would be an easy target for the Dark Lord Voldemort, who wants him dead. Harry pushed away all thoughts of Voldemort and concentrated on tomorrow. It was his fifteenth birthday. He knew that the Dursley's would not even recognize that he was a year older as usual. Harry was looking forward to receiving owls from his friends; Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and possibly even Hagrid, the grounds keeper at Hogwarts. He may even receive something from his Godfather.
His bright green eyes spotted something in the distance flitting towards his bedroom window. It looked like a big, furry snitch. Harry noticed it was a small brown owl. He backed up from the window as the owl flew excitedly into the room. He grabbed the owl from out of the air as it continued to fly around the room. He saw that it was Pigwideon or else known as Pig who is owned by Ron Weasley his best friend. Harry released Pig once more after he removed the letter and he took off towards Hedwig's cage. Hedwig watched the small owl from her perch upon Harry's bedside table looking disgusted with how disgraceful Pig was acting. She turned her back to the noisy owl, attempting to sleep. Harry reached out a hand and stroked her soft feathers assuring her that Pig would not be here long. Pig was sitting in the cage trying to get Hedwig's attention as she ignored him. Harry chuckled to himself as he watched Pig's actions. Harry opened the letter and began to read Ron's chicken scratch:
Hey Harry
Guess what?! Mum was able to get
Dumbledore to agree for you to spend the
rest of the summer at my house. Ginny is
anxious to see you again, kiss! Kiss! Lovey, Dovey!
So ask the muggles for permission and
then send Pig back with your response. If yes
then we will be by tomorrow around two o'clock.
See Ya!
Ron
Harry folded up the letter and sat on his bed. He heard Aunt Petunia down stairs hollering for him to make dinner because 'Dudleykins' was hungry. Harry walked downstairs passing by the living room where his overweight cousin sat on the couch looking like a beached whale. So much for his diet, well it was probably better that way. He was getting sick of eating health food, plus his stash of junk food was definitely getting pretty slim now. Harry walked into the kitchen and began cooking dinner. He was just about finished when Uncle Vernon walked in looking pleased with himself. Harry turned and rolled his eyes as Uncle Vernon launched into a speech about how his day had been. He was telling Aunt Petunia that he had sold a couple of dozen expensive drills to a new company that was starting. After he was done Aunt Petunia started to tell him all about what their next door neighbor Mrs. Figg was doing. She also started in of the new gossip she received while she was out hanging laundry. Harry continued to fix dinner trying to not be sick as he listened to his muggle relatives pointless dribble. He finished the dinner and turned to serve it to the muggles hoping that Dudley didn't start any trouble while they ate causing Harry to lose his temper. Harry picked at his small portion of food trying to get up the courage to talk to Uncle Vernon about staying with Ron for the rest of the summer vacation. Harry was thinking about what Dudley would look like as a canary, remembering Fred and George's Canary Creams from last year. Almost all the Hogwarts students learned to handle any food they were offered from the twins like it would explode, it just might knowing them, in case it contained one of their trick candies, especially if you were a Gryffindor. Harry was thinking about what new jokes and tricks they have invented over the summer now that they have been sponsored by the thousand or so galleons that he had won from the Tri-wizard competition last year. At the thought of the competition he had a renewed sense of guilt wash over him. He turned his face away from his muggle relatives as he got up from the table. Harry didn't need Uncle Vernon asking him what his problem was in case he exploded and did something stupid. He started to clear the dishes as Aunt Petunia and Dudley got up from the table.
He cleaned and put away the dishes quickly before approaching Uncle Vernon. Harry figured now was as good of a time as any to ask him permission to stay at Ron's for the rest of the summer.
"Uncle Vernon," Harry began, "Ron Weasley, one of my friends from Hog-um school asked me to stay at his house for the rest of the summer."
"Is he one of your odd friends, the one who did that-that thing to Dudley last time they came," Uncle Vernon snarled his face turning red.
"Ye-yes, they want to pick me up tomorrow around two," Harry continued, he knew that if need be he would bring up Sirius' name knowing the Dursley's were terrified of him.
Uncle Vernon considered what his nephew was asking, knowing that to let him go would make him happy, but Petunia would be even happier to be rid of him as well and a full four weeks early as well, "You can go, but if anything happens you will be locked in your cupboard never to see that school of yours again."
"Th-thank you sir," Harry said containing his joy.
"They will arrive on time, Right and by normal means," Uncle Vernon said his eyes flashing dangerously.
Harry knew that his uncle's view of normal was different than that of his friend's, "Ye-yes sir they will. You won't need to worry about anything for me."
"Humph," Uncle Vernon said not caring about his nephew's needs.
As Uncle Vernon went back into the living room Harry ran upstairs to write to Ron. Harry saw Hedwig sitting impatiently on his table. Harry grabbed some parchment and his quill to write back to Ron:
Hey Ron-
The muggles said yes, but your going to have
to come by muggle cars not Floo Powder. Also make
sure Fred and George leave their jokes at home. If any-
thing happens I will never see Hogwarts again.
See you tomorrow at two!
Harry
Harry tied the letter to Pig's leg before throwing him out the window. Hedwig looked relieved to see the small owl go as she flew over to Harry's desk. He grabbed another piece of parchment to write to Sirius:
Sirius-
I hope your okay and everything. If you need me I will
be at Ron's for the remainder of the summer. So far my scar has
been pain free. Give my love to Buckbeak.
P.S the firebolt is still the best present ever!!
Harry
Harry petted Hedwig as he finished the letter. She knew that she was about to deliver an important letter for Harry. He tied the letter to her leg. She nibbled his finger before taking off out the window. Harry walked to his bed, sitting on the floor he pried up the loose floor board. He removed what was left of some pumpkin pasties, chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, and various other items. He put the floor board back in place before getting up from the floor. He piled the items on his bed. Harry went to the door making sure the Dursley's were in bed. He heard Dudley's thunderous snore from his room and two others coming from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's room. Harry grabbed his quills, parchment, ink pot, and everything from under his bed and went down stairs to the cupboard where his trunk was at. He picked the lock and went in packing away his things for tomorrow. He grabbed his wand just in case he needed it tomorrow. By the time he got back to his room it was well after midnight. He laid down on the bed staring out the window noticing storm clouds gathering in the distance. Soon he fell into a deep slumber.