Part two:

To say Harry was not surprised when that his change in status had made it the whole way round the school in a few hours was an understatement. For the king's safety, the headmistress had moved Harry from the Gryffindor tower, into his own set of private rooms, near to the entrance of the tower.

When the young Elvin king surfaced for lunch the next day, he was met by Lucius and Draco, another man who was with them. It took Harry a few moments to realise who this man must be, the tall blond haired grey eyed elf, wore a royal circlet of gold with a diamond at the centre of it. 'You are Lordian Darkwood?'

Harry quickly let his glamours drop and slipped easily into Elvin. 'I am and you are?'

'Leopres Whiteshore, the king of the north.' He said before bowing to Harry formally. 'May I also formally present to your highness, my nephew Lucius Malfoy and his son Draco, both of who we pray you will regard as possible candidates for your consort.'

Lucius and Draco echoed the king's bow, then both knelt before Harry. Having read the books Severus had given him the black haired man now knew exactly what to do in this situation. He laid a hand atop Draco's head for a few moments, the younger man looked up into the eyes of the king and sore more age in them then should be there. 'Rise, friend and companion.'

Draco knowing that this meant Harry was stating a friendship with him the younger Malfoy rose. This action on the part of the green eyed wizard meant that the blond would now be able to converse with the young great king as a companion.

Then the kings moved to Lucius, the green eyes were lost in thought for a moment, as if he were weighing something. Draco tried not to gasp, as boldly the great king put his fingers under his father's chin and tilted Lucius's face up. The younger man watched as his usually serene father fought his expression of surprise. Harry gazed down into the grey eyes for a long while obviously still considering something. Draco could see that his great uncle was also waiting nervously, if the king dropped his father's chin and walked round him it would be the worst of dismissals.

The young elf king brought out his other hand and offered it to Lucius. 'You will join me for lunch Lucius.'

Draco's blond brows rose, this was a good sign it spoke that Harry might be considering his father as...then it struck the younger Malfoy... The young elf king was looking at his father as a prospective consort. Lucius was glad at that moment, that after the war he and his wife had become divorced, for this was one command that the blond wizard wanted to obey. Carefully he placed his hand into the one the young king had offered him, Harry helped him to rise and side by side the two men went into lunch.

Three days later Harry had met all the royals save the dark elves, so far though he had chosen to consider Lucius as a potential consort, after all the young elf king knew that he couldn't have his fated, so he was looking at this man as the one he might take as a husband.

As Harry was walking back to his rooms one evening and when out of the nearby shadows a man stepped out. He wore black from head to toe, his hair was silky and black, so to where his eyes, the skin was so pail it should have been snow. Round his dark eyes was a black domino mask, on the pale forehead was a black oval stone, a silver Celtic woven pattern arched back from both sides of the gem. 'You are the king of the dark elves?' Harry asked him surprised.

'Yes your highness.' He said with a bow.

'At least you have not brought some one for me to wed.' Harry said with a laugh.

The dark man was smiling back at the young king. 'I had heard it was pointless, because you had only shown interest in Lucius Malfoy.'

'Ah, well I am not sure I will wed him. Something deep in my soul still urges me to go to the man fate made me for.'

'Made you for? Is he older than you then?' The dark king asked obviously surprised.

'Yes, but I like it that way. Thank you for your greeting king of the dark elves, pray what is your name?'

'I am Seloren Deepshadow.'

'Seloren, would you honour me with your company.' Harry asked.

The dark eyes widened slightly, this was quiet a mark of respect. 'I would be glad to.'

Quietly the two Elvin kings entered Harry's chambers, the younger king gestured the elder one into a nearby chair. 'I was beginning to worry that you were not going to come and see me.'

'I am sorry, it is the nature of my people to be secretive.'

'I am glad you came. You are right I have been focused on Lucius, but I do not know what to do about my fated.' Harry confessed before settling into a nearby chair.

The dark eyed elf king looked back at him. 'Give it time maybe things will change.'

'You might be right but I doubt it, his opinion of me has been fairly constant. Mayhap I will wed Lucius and be done with it.'

'No, you shouldn't just give up.' The dark elf said softly.

Harry sighed deeply. 'If he gave me a reason to fight then I would be, for now I have no reason to do anything.'

'I see, well I should be going. I will be back to visit at some point.'

'I would like that.'

Quietly the dark man left the chambers of the great king, Harry sat quietly, waiting until he was sure that the other king was gone. Slowly he stood up, the elf went over to a window and stared at the night lit grounds outside. The young elf still found it hard to believe that, Severus Snape of all people was his fated, the black haired man lifted his right hand and let his silver ring appear.

It had been in potions two years ago, when Harry had seen the ring for the first time. Neville had caused yet another explosion in class, Snape had gone over to investigate, when he had touched the blue liquid the ring had become visible on his finger. The Gryffindor had noticed at the time that he appeared to be the only person to see it. When the dark man had noticed it was showing, he had quickly dragged his sleeve down over it. Harry had never seen the Potions master so nervous before, that had been how he had know the ring was important to him somehow and this had been the reason that the black haired man had never mentioned it to anyone.

Now that the younger man knew what the ring meant, he wanted to do something about the bond that was obviously between them, but as far as he could see there was one rather large obstacle between himself and Severus and that was his deceased mother, after all how does one fight a ghost?