Holy fuck. So, I know I've been gone for a long time (Two years) and a few thought that this was either abandoned or on hiatus. I was kind of in a rough patch, becoming real depressed and stuff, so I didn't know how to continue this. But, it's been popping up a lot and after seeing so many people following and favoriting it, I had to continue. SO yeah. But, first, I wanna reply to the reviews, because they made me laugh. I have like four chapters so I think I'll upload them all at once.

Gatomonfan: Thanks bae 3

Lotusalchemist: Shhhhhh…. Remus is always with the Potters and Sirius, he didn't know.

Star: Thank you darling

Guest A: I'm glad you love it and no- it's not an oneshot.

Guest B: (Yes, you, the one who called me a "gay ass niger") Aww, your comment made me chuckle. Was that supposed to offend me? I'll let you in on a secret… I'm not straight, pal.

GUEST C: I AM! I AM! I AM!

Guest D: Thank youuu

Omega to Alpha: it's okay man, people these days can't understand how fucking dumb they sound when they use a sexual preference as an insult. I'm pretty sure you were also standing up for me- so thank you, I love you. Also, nah it's not an oneshot, so that's why it doesn't fit.

Erikj226: WOAH WOAH WOAH. That's so rude! I like pussy too, come on man, not only dicks. (God, I'm so crude)

[So… there's a lot more, but I kinda wanna get started so, just know I thank you for liking the concept and the chapter, and I do see u. Also, disclaimer: the first one still stands.]

Snow had fallen overnight, coating the ground in a pure white blanket, which seemed even more beautiful with the light of the moon.

Harry sat on the stone bench beside the fountain, gazing at the water as it reflected the night sky. His hair was tied back with a dark green ribbon, leaving his bangs to cast a shadow over his face. A black scarf was wrapped around his neck, with matching mittens adorning his small hands.

He ignored the faint sounds of the party ongoing in the manor, or rather, didn't care to notice it. "Harry!" He blinked as he heard a slightly high pitched voice behind him, in the direction of the forest. Turning his head, he barely had time to raise his hand and catch the speeding fairy, before it crashed into his palm.

"Mint, what's the matter?" He asked softly, after the slightly dazed look in her eyes left and she recovered. She stood, dusting herself off, successfully coating his hand with fairy dust. "You have two VIP guests!" She said excitedly, mint green eyes sparkling. His brows furrowed as his eyes followed her finger to the entrance of the forest.

A man wearing formal black dress robes followed closely by a woman in white emerged from the greenery. The man had a handsome face, though it was marred by three deep, yet faded, scars along his cheek, but the serious look he had was interrupted by a large childish grin when his vivid blue eyes landed on Harry and his confused smile.

The woman had long blonde hair that was tucked behind pointed ears, and pale porcelain skin that brought out the gray eyes framed by thick lashes and a face with aristocratic features. The man dropped to one knee in front of the young boy and said in a deep voice, "I am Cyran from the Wolven Kingdom, his Majesty sends his regards."

The woman copied the action and in a soft mystical voice, "I am Merle, Princess of the Elves. It is a pleasure to finally meet you Chosen One."

Harry could only blink once then twice. He looked at his fairy friend, who was practically vibrating with excitement. He slowly took off a mitt and extended his hand towards the man, who, to his surprise, pressed a kiss to his ring finger.

He tried not to show too much surprise, and held it out to the woman in a handshake gesture, but she repeated the man's actions. "...Well then." He muttered, retrieving his hand and putting it back in its glove. "Not to... burst your bubble or anything, but the Chosen One is in there."

He said, pointing towards the party. The woman's eyebrows furrowed as she shared a look with the man for they could both sense the abundance of power emitting from the small child.

"No, we are correct. Though you may be misinformed- you are the Chosen One."

Before his confusion could grow anymore, Cyran interrupted. "I bring gifts." He pulled a box out from underneath his cloak. "I, as well, bring gifts." Merle said bringing out a second box.

Harry stared at the items, before looking at the people as though to ask is this really okay? They nodded encouragingly. He sat down and opened the box Cyran gave him.

Three bracelets rested inside, one gold, one silver, and the last bronze. "These two," Cyran said, pointing at the gold and silver ones. "-are portkeys. One will bring you to my residence where you'll be cared for.

The other shall bring you wherever you wish. Merely think of the location and press a drop of blood to it. They should be able to force their way through the strongest wards." He said, with a proud grin.

"The bronze shall alert you if anyone with bad intent towards you is nearby growing warm on your arm." Harry smiled brightly, tears in his eyes. He had never received presents since his forth birthday. He immediately clasped them on, feeling them vibrate as his magic flowed into them. He excitedly opened the second box, and gaped. A silver band with a jade gem about the size of his head sat there in all its glory. "If I may?" Merle asked, gesturing to the gift. He nodded dumbly. She lifted it and with gentle hands rested it on his head. The gem sat over his forehead and a few strands partially concealed the silver.

"This will allow you to cast wordless, wandless magic. Try it." Harry thought for a moment, "Volanti LaetusLumos." He whispered, and watched in amazement as thousands and millions of small orbs of flickering color formed and jumped out of his hands and into the sky.

He didn't know what came over him but he threw his hands over his head and said, "Dance!" The orbs formed into Merle and Cyran and came together dancing formally to the music from the ballroom.

The two watched in amazement at how smoothly the orbs moved together. More fairies emerged from the forest, and from the brief cloud of smoke, Killgarrah, his dragon, saw the spectacle.

After two more minutes, he let the orbs dispel and vanish. With the way the fairies danced around him, pulling his hair free, and his eyes glowing with sheer power, which made the two stagger back. They shared a look.

How could anyone mistake this intense power for someone else's?

They were pulled from their thoughts as Harry bounded over to them. "Thank you so much!" He smiled and hugged Merle, who stiffened before relaxing slightly to pat his back. Cyran was more than happy for a hug, picking up the tiny Savior as if he were lighter than a feather. Harry giggled.

Before making his hands form a cup. Two large roses- white and black bloomed in his hands, and Cyran laughed heartily as he put the black one in his hair and Merle shyly copied the action. "Thank you, my Lord." They intoned. Harry made a face.

"None of that- call me Harry." Cyran gladly obliged, while Merle was more hesitant. "Harrison, then." She decided and Harry shrugged. "Harrison James Potter!" The trio turned and saw Lily, red with anger. "Do you know these people?" At his meek nod, she blew up. "Honestly! Causing such a disturbance! Who do you think you are? Was it your idea for that little display Harry?"

Lily asked, turning on her son, before being slightly taken aback at the jewelry and her eyes landed in the empty boxes.

"How dare you take your brother's presents?" She frowned and he recoiled slightly. James, Sirius, and Remus came out, and blinked at the sight. Cyran and Merle shielded Harry from his demon of a mother.

"I am Merle, princess of the Elven Kingdom-" "And I am Cyran, one of the twelve Alphas in the Wolven Kingdom." As if scripted, they continued. "We've been sent to protect and tutor your son." Lily blinked. "Oh, do you mean Hayden? In that case-" Cyran cut in coldly. "No, I mean Harry. He has extraordinary power, and it's a shame you don't see that." Merle whispered in his ear and he sighed.

"It's clear you won't see reason. So we'll return before they go to Hogwarts." Cyran ruffled Harry's hair, trying to ignore the smell of salty tears.

"We'll return Young One." Merle said, brushing away the tears spilling over red cheeks. The two apparated away with a loud crack and Harry ran into the Forest, ignoring the calls of his 'parents'.

He ran deeper and deeper, before... Splash!

Water rushed into his nose and bubbles blinded him. He ran straight into the Lake. Worse part? It was freezing and his clothes were weighing him down. He was running out of air, and his hair was getting in his face. He felt a furry coat and thinking it was one of his wolves immediately latched on. He glided upwards and the second he broke through the surface gasped for air.

He blinked when the shape he was clinging to shifted till he was holding onto a man's neck. "Christ! Two seconds without us and you almost die!" He blinked. "Cyran. You're still here!" He exclaimed, happy.

The man laughed. "Of course, I'm here to protect you remember?" They got back to the shore and Harry watched as the man cast a warming charm on him and the Lake. "What are you doing?" "It's a lovely night for a swim, come on!" The man spelled his clothes off till he was clad in nothing more than boxers, and jumped into the inviting water.

Harry smiled and took off his clothes. His animals and the fairies and doxies raced him to the water and he landed with a great big splash.

I kinda felt bad for how long this took but yeah. I made it! Do you guys like my new characters? Cyran is pronounced (Ci-ren) and Merle rhymes with pearl. Okay? Okay. So don't forget to drop a review and tell me how I did!