Disclaimer: yeah, yeah, you already know. I don't own the sexy people.
A/N: I'm sooooo sorry that I haven't updated. I know how much you loved the prologue (I know I'm lying, but I can hope). I was going to update the week after I first posted, but my morale went down the hole for some reason (Don't ask. Its too confusing.) The next time I was going to update, I sat down at the laptop and poof, my brain went empty (I guess its my personal case of writers block.) When my writer's block finally left, I was in the middle of Canada on vacation! (It's a miracle I survived without mello yello for so long). Then when I got back from Canada, I had slave labor- I mean band camp. (Don't know how I confused the two... O.o). That was a week long, but (tada) I made it! Now it's the Saturday after band camp, I'm recovered, so I got off my lazy, white ass to update for you loving people. But I am kind of sleepy...-.- zzzzzzzzzzz....
Thanks to all my loving reviewers!
Chapter 1: Nightmares and Warnings"Master! We've found it! The weapon, we know where it-"
The man who had spoken suddenly fell to knees, clawing at unseen hands around his throat.
"How many times," questioned a hissing voice, "have I told you not to interrupt me when I'm in my study?"
"Forgive us, my lord. We knew you would want to be informed of this development immediately," a woman responded quickly from beside the choking man, who was now laying face down on the floor and slowly turning a violent shade of purple. The woman cast a quick, fearful glance towards him before she looked back towards the armchair, where the hissing voice had come from.
For a few moments the only noise in the room were the gurgling sounds coming from the man on the floor. When only the whites of his eyes could be seen, the man sitting in the armchair snapped his fingers and said, "Arise, Macnair. Bellatrix, tell me of this 'development' and be gone! I have better things to do other than listen to two failures of the Dark Lord, so be quick about it."
"Since a few months past, when we first heard of the weapon," she began with her eyes downcast in apparent shame, "we have been looking diligently for it. We have searched everywhere, but our searches have been futile," she paused and looked straight into the red eyes of her master. "Until now. We have discovered the weapon, and we know where to find her."
"Her?" asked Lord Voldemort with evident surprise.
"Yes, my lord," Macnair finally spoke. "And, we believe they haven't discovered that the weapon is a person yet, so we have the advantage."
"Very good work," Voldemort hissed to them. "Very good indeed. We must retrieve this weapon, soon, and make sure that Dumbledore doesn't know of its whereabouts." The two Death Eaters bowed and turned to leave.
"Bellatrix, what can you tell me of the weapon?"
She turned around, once more facing the Dark Lord. "She is from Neverwinter Woods, my lord. A young elf named Neenuvar Tinuviel."
Nee jerked awake with a scream on the tip of her tongue. Her green eyes, full of panic, darted around the room looking for danger, but relaxed upon seeing she was still safe inside her own room and sitting on her bed.
'That one felt too real,' she thought as she pulled her knees up to her chest. 'I feel like they're going in bust down my door and drag me away screaming!'
Nee frowned as she sat there on her bed, and thought about all of the times, before, when she had dreamed of this...creature, only to awaken in a cold sweat, screaming, with the small lightening shaped scar on her left temple burning. Even as she sat there, thinking about it, she brought her hand up to her temple. It wasn't very large, her scar, maybe half an inch or a little more, but every time her people looked at it, Nee felt as though it might as well cover her entire head. They would just stand there and stare at her, like she was some piece of art to be ogled at. It irritated her just thinking about it.
'No,' she thought angrily. 'I'm not going to get myself worked up, again, over something that I can't change!' And with that firm instruction, she pushed all thoughts of her scar out of her mind. That left her to ponder this 'Lord Voldemort' that haunted her nightmares.
The first time she had dreamed of him had been two summers ago. She had watched as he had murdered a helpless Edan{human} named Frank. She'd had another one last year, where she was a snake and had attacked another man, but this man had been an istar{wizard}. That one, however, hadn't had Lord Voldemort in it, but she had felt his evil presence in the snake's mind. And now she'd had a third one, where he and two others had been talking about a weapon...her. That wasn't including the occasional nightmare about him plotting to kill someone named Potter. She sighed aloud as she thought about them. This was going to be a VERY long day.
Far away, on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron in London, a raven-haired boy was pacing. Harry Potter, said savior of the Wizard World, arch rival to Lord Voldemort, sworn nemesis to the Malfoy family, blah, blah, blah, was sick of it all. Sometimes, like right now, he even wished he could run away from everyone who knew him as 'The Boy Who Lived', and just pretend to be a normal teenager.
However, no matter how much he thought about it, he knew it would never happen. He simply liked being a wizard too much. Not to mention all of his friends. He could never just leave them to die by Voldemort's hands. They made his pathetic, lonely life fun, and he honestly couldn't complain, but at moments like these, life really did suck.
Harry jumped as a loud thud sounded outside of his door, snapping him from his morose thoughts. He waited to hear it again. When it didn't come again, he got curious, as he was prone to do, and tiptoed to the door. When he got there he was surprised at what he heard.
"Hurry up, George! We don't want mum to find us out of bed at this hour. We'd be lucky to escape with any hearing left in our ears!"
"I'm TRYING to hurry! If you want it done faster you should help. This bloody box is just the tiniest bit heavy, Fred."
'Fred and George? What are they doing up?' Even as the thought went threw his head, Harry decided that he didn't want to know. Anything that had to do with the twins usually meant trouble. Such as turning into a canary or having your tongue turn into something that resembled a giant purple slug.
No. He definitely didn't want to know what they were doing.
As Harry crawled back into his bed, he remembered the reason he was up this early in the morning. Another bloody dream about Voldemort. This one was about the 'weapon' that he would supposedly have to use against the Dark Lord. Fat chance of that ever happening. The sorry git couldn't stay anywhere long enough for the Order to find him. Every time they caught a break and found a clue to where he was, he would be completely moved out by the time they arrived.
If Harry didn't know any different, he'd be right along with the other eighty percent of the wizard community, saying he hadn't come back. What else were they supposed to think when there hadn't been one attack since Sirius had-
Harry quickly stopped that train of thought. He'd decided he just wouldn't think about it. It didn't hurt as much when he didn't think about it.
So, instead, he thought about what they had said about the 'weapon'. They thought that 'it' was actually a 'she', and not just any 'she'. An elf, from a place called Neverwinter Woods.
Now, Harry knew he wasn't an idiot, and he prided himself somewhat on his good grades. Being a friend of Hermione, he naturally spent lots of time in the library, and read all kinds of books. But not once, in any of the books he'd read, had he come across a place called Neverwinter Woods. Elves, he knew existed. He was friends with Dobby after all. However, he just couldn't see how a little house elf was supposed to help him.
An elf like the ones from muggle fantasy books might be helpful, but he had never heard anyone talk about those kinds of elves. All he knew of were the house elves, and, judging by Dobby, they probably wouldn't be very useful in battles with dark wizards.
'Great! Now I get to add ANOTHER thing to my list of worries.'
After half an hour of thinking and no solutions, he settled on the thought that he'd ask Hermione. Regardless of how many books he'd read, she had probably read hundreds more. It was safe to say that she liked books, and was smarter than Harry and Ron for it.
Confident that she would say there was no such place as Neverwinter Woods, he went back to his most recent time consuming thoughts: his upcoming problems.
In his point of view, he now only had four main problems for the coming year. One, the usual deal of worrying about Voldemort. Two, Hermione and him telling Ron that he was gay. Three, figuring out how to seduce a certain, sexy blonde. And four, finding a way to keep Ron from killing him after Harry tells him about problem three.
"Nee! Come here. You still have twenty minutes of class time left and I will not be reprimanded for your insolence."
Nee continued to sit on the low hanging tree limb, and silently prayed for Ms. Olwe to disappear. Unfortunately, the gods must have found her predicament amusing, because all she received for her fervent prayers was to be yelled at again.
"Neenuvar Lillian, do not make me go get your mother."
Well, that got her attention. Her mother, though small and quiet natured, wasted no time on yelling at Nee for neglecting her defense classes. She always said that one should always be prepared to fight, even when they are most unawares. She had told Nee more than once to be on her guard around any strangers, especially an istar{wizard}. They were most dangerous, according to her mother.
Regardless of all the warnings, Nee still had never found any reason to be constantly alert. She was the best at her studies with the other young elves, so she had always figured that she could handle anything thrown at her. And she didn't really worry about what Ms. Olwe called 'repercussions'. She didn't even know what the old Nogoth{Gnome} talked about most of the time.
"Tulien{coming}!"
"How very nice of you to grace us with your presence, Nee. We are very excited to know why you would leave the lesson early, causing the rest of us to miss several minutes of valuable class time to look for you. Please, do tell us." It was not a question.
Oh, how badly Nee wished that she could shock this spiteful lady. To her, now looked like the perfect time to do so. "I can already do today's spell, to make a mirror image of myself, and decided it would be best if you didn't waste 'valuable class time' trying to teach someone who already knew how to do it." She had to bite the inside of her cheek not to grin out right at her teacher's face.
She was not, however, prepared for Ms. Olwe's shocked face to change to one of angry disbelief. "Ms. Tinuviel, I am quickly becoming tired of your pathetic excuses. I do not care if you are our princess. You will be punished for this ridiculous lie just like any other student would." Here, she grabbed Nee's arm and began to drag her towards the temple. Her punishment would obviously be to spend the rest of the day in the Prayer Room, which was a tiny space, smaller than a closet, which had been carved into the wall. Nee hated it, because it made her feel like she was going to be left there forever, or that she was buried alive. This wasn't how students were punished. This was how Ms. Owle punished Nee, because she knew that Nee was claustrophobic. If Nee's mother had ever heard of this, there was no telling what she would have done to Nee's 'teacher'.
"...the biggest lie that I have ever heard from you, and that is saying wonders. There is no way you could do that spell. Its ancient and even some of the elders can not perform it. I have heard the last lie from you, you little-"
"Tampa!{stop!} She's telling the truth, Ms. Olwe!"
Nee shut her eyes and prayed that Ms. Olwe hadn't heard Hodoer. She didn't want him to get punished with her. She especially didn't want him to discover the Prayer Room, or her personal hell, as she liked to call it.
Once again, though, the gods that be found her predicament amusing. Ms. Olwe stopped walking and slowly turned back around.
"Excuse me?" she asked with a deathly cold voice. "Did someone just challenge the word of their teacher, who they were taught, from birth, is always to be honored in their judgement of a situation of this nature?"
Hodoer, always bent on protecting Nee from everything, stood up and repeated, "I said she's telling the truth, Ms. Olwe. I've seen her do it."
"Liars! Both of you! This is something I WILL NOT TOLERATE." She screamed as she released Nee, and instead began to stride purposefully towards Hodoer.
'I can not allow her to hurt him!' She began to search her mind, desperate for any knowledge from the past lessons that could help her friend.
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A/N: dun! dun! duunnn! Oh noooo! The dreaded cliffy! Ahhhhh! Umm...yeah. Sorry, crazy moment. I didn't mean to leave it a cliffy, but that's just the way it turned out, ya know? Uh, I think I'm gonna go to bed. It's pretty late. Plus, as you know, I'm a lazy ass. Nighty night!!
(I'm not gonna ask ya ta push the magic button, but if its callin' to ya, don't hesitate ta push it. The magic button has friends in high places...like the top of the page...OO) (this freaky thingy is my typed version of a Domo-kun. For those of you who know what that is ...beware furry turds on your computer...)
