Hey People, isnt it grate to know that i am alive? :) there has been so much going on lately and i havent really had the time to write anything so i have lost my muse for my still ongoing Bleach stories and have yet to decide if i will continue them or not. though i believe that i must mention at this point that i do not like Twilight all that much but the characters are so generalized that they make really good fanfiction material X)

well i got started on reading harry potter fanfics for shits and giggles so i thought about it and decided that i couldnt really say anything against some of the sillier fics unless i try it myself. And so here i am filled with spelling and grammatical errors for your enjoyment.

Warnings: abuse and slash so far so i guess if you dont like this then it would be best to leave now :)

Also for those who believe that this is necessary "I do not own Harry Potter or Twilight"

CHAPTER 1: The Letter Under the Stairs

Nothing in his life could have prepared Harry Potter for this. The-Boy-who-lived to become Saviour-of-the-light and Defeter-of-the-dark-lord never liked his titles or the way most people were in awe of him. Yet here he lay beaten, bloodied, and broken struggling to breathe in his very own cupbord under the stairs. Once again his abusive uncle blamed him for problems at work so the boy reflected in an attempt to take his mind off the pain.

The battle for Hogwarts Castle had been bloody and many loved people had died. Too many in Harrys opinion, on both sides. Remus Lupin, Tonks (Lupin), Severus... The datl man that Harry had once hated had quickly and eaisley become someone that he looked up to and cherished. his death was one of the hardest.

Still trying to distract himself while feeling his body continue to weaken it takes Harry a seconf or two to notice the letter that suddenly appeared in his lap. The outside of the letter is blank so he openes it carefully. Slightly suspicious of what it might contain. Having fought in a war and being on the run for a year assured that the boy would become cautious of such a thing suddenly appearing before him. Opening the letter he read:

Dearest Harry,

I have charmed this letter specifically for this perpous. I sincerly hope though that you dont reciece this letter for many decades but know this, if you are reading this letter that means without a shadow of a doubt that you are dieing. Dont be afraid my baby. Death is just another part of life. Many even say that Death is just the begining of the next big adventure. Although for you this is more literal than many people would believe.

Let me explain. Your father and myself are not humans. Not completely. We both share elven heritage. The reason you wont already know is that elves dont gain their inheretance at the age of 17 like most other 'creatures' they recieve their full inheritance when they die. So you have nothing to fear from death son. Once you have reawoken from the 'death state' you will be fully turned into a combination of my inheritance and your fathers. You shall be a full blooded High Blood Elf. Be proud of your heritage and it shall serve you well.

There isnt much more time and i wish I could do more child, but I will leave you with this advice. The ministry no longer has any control over ANYTHING that you do. The Fae and Elves have a system of laws and such all of their own that I suggest that you look up if you wish to survive in the world, but there is also that the ministry will now be wary of you and will try and get you classified as a creature. While the Fae Queen would never let that happen I suggest that you leave London and the reach of the ministry for a while so that you can get better aquainted with what you now will be.

There is nothing more that I can do to help you, but know that i will always love you and wish you the best of luck. If you ever truly need me you will know what to do.

Love Lily (your mother)

Just as Lily had said when Harry Potter read the last line of the letter he knew that his time had run out. It had finally happened after nearly 17 years in the Dursley household his unlce Vernon had finally killed him. A smirk spread across his face at the thought, one that could rival those from Severus Snape, at the thought that a pathetic powerless muggle had done what the powerful and mighty Lord Voldemort couldnt. He had killed Harry Potter. Harry felt himself become seperated from his body when his final breath had escaped. He could almost feel the tingling sensation that he knew would have accompanied the healing of laserations and broken bones through out his body as the tissue mended as well as it could. Obvious scarring is visable over almost every inch of the young body. Usually the boy would have them covered by glamoures but they must have fallen when he died.

Harry watched fasinated while his body changed before his eyes. He could feel the Earth magics caressing his spectral form as it lengthened and straightened his hair, pointed his ears, strengthened his skin and nails making them almost claw like, and sharpened his teeth (especially his now elongated fangs).

The whole process to Harry had felt like it took minutes, but in reality it had taken several hours and the morning lights were just beginging to seep through the cracks in the cupbord. Feeling the pulling to return to his body once the changes were complete he sees the light seeping through just enough for a vauge smile to brush his lips before being claimed by the darkness.

AN/ thanks for reading this chapter please tell me if you like this idea, i thought it would be a little bit origional. also i want to make a point here for later reference that Fred Weasley does NOT die during the final battle. i love him too much and couldnt handle writing a story without him. and Dumbledore is also alive but there will dumble bashing.