AN: I made a mistake in the last chapter about the weapons and armor, it was supposed to be "Weapons from every age up to Greece and Rome". Just to let everyone know.

"Elven Language"

Dawn of a Warlord: Year one

Chapter two

-Harry-

Setting down the deactivated scroll Harry let out a sigh, he has spent the last few hours conversing with Mars Ultor as he was taught the ritual to age his body and other smaller things. Turning around he asked Ragnok "Do you have a ritual room which I may use?".

"Why would you need use of a ritual room Harry?" Ragnok asked confused.

"The scroll I just picked up was an artifact created by Mars Ultor that allowed a copy of his memories and personality to enter my mind to talk for as long as I held the scroll. He taught me a ritual that would age my body in proportion to my magical core." he said as he walked along the rows of weapons selecting a kopis sword similar to the one he was on the vault door.

Eye's widening Ragnok declared "It shall be prepared at once.".

Nodding he followed the goblin out of the vault after getting a bag of gold and a sheath for his new sword. It took an hour for the ritual room to be prepared and for all of the ingredients to be gathered but eventually he stood inside the room and started drawing out the lines and runes necessary. "Would you like us to leave Warlord?" one of the goblins who had brought in the last batch of materials asked, "So that your family magics remain a secret?".

"This isn't family magic." he said as he carefully drew a stabilization rune, "This ritual was commonplace back in ancient Greece and Rome but fell out of practice and was forgotten when magicals began to be hunted.".

It took another half an hour to make sure that everything was drawn properly but once it was done he started to chant in a mixture of Greek and Latin as he felt the magic flowing through him until with a flash of brightest white he collapsed unconscious.

-Ragnok-

Running forward to check the vital signs of the War… Harry, at that thought he chuckled still shocked that the Heir of the Great One considered him a friend, and sighed in relief when they registered as normal. Turning towards his assistant Griphook he said "Go find the Hogwarts Groundskeeper Rubeus Hagrid and inform him that Lord Potter is going through paperwork for his family and is meeting with an old ally of the Potter line. I spoke to the goblin that went to confront the Headmaster and we have decided to keep our Warlord's identity as Ultor a secret until he decides to release it to the public.".

Nodding the small goblin ran off to do what he was tasked with while Ragnok and a couple of his guards lifted up their Warlord to take him to a recovery room.

-Harry-

Groaning Harry sat up from the hospital bed he was lying in as he looked around the room until he saw a goblin in a white robe look up at him "Ah you're awake." the goblin said happily. "You've been unconscious for about three hours while your body adjusted to its new form. As the goblin said this he brought out a large mirror and placed it in front of him so he could see his new appearance. Instead of the runty little eleven year old he had been before he was now six foot five and had the appearance of a twenty five year old man.

Standing upright he stumbled for a moment, unaccustomed to his new longer legs, before he righted himself and nodded at his new appearance. He was finely sculpted with muscle, he was no body builder but he was finely toned with a six pack and arms that looked like they could easily break bones. "Thank you…?" he began before trailing off not knowing the goblins name.

"Bonecrush my lord." the goblin said "Head of Director Ragnok's medical department.".

Nodding he stood up and walked over to a stack of clothes and pulled on the black pants, black shirt, black boots, a black trench-coat, and black sunglasses. Turning towards Bonecrush he said "I look like I belong in a bad spy movie.".

"Director Ragnok's idea not mine." Bonecrush said quickly.

Shaking his head in amusement he walked towards where was told Ragnok's office was and was shown in as soon as the guards saw him. "Really Ragnok?" he asked once he was in "I look like a spy wannabe.".

The director started laughing "I think it is mysterious." he defended before pulling three objects out from under his desk. "Here are your sword, your staff, and the scroll from the vault," he said happily "I figured that you might like to have these on you. I also ended up speaking to the first Lord Ultor when I picked up the scroll. He told me to tell you that as long as you carry the scroll on your person he will see what you see and will be able to speak to you in your mindscape whenever needed. He can even defend it if necessary.".

"That's useful." he muttered "Is there anything else that I need to know right now?".

"Yes while you were unconscious I sent out an employee who bought your school supplies. I would recommend you spend the rest of the day getting accustomed to your new body and in a few days go down Knockturn Alley. There is a shop there that sells different species of elves. I don't know what the conditions are there though so I would recommend you bring your sword with you.".

"Do you know who owns the shop?" he asked curiously.

"Yes the Black family owns it but the current Lord Black is in the Wizard Prison Azkaban." Ragnok said, "He was thrown in there without a trial ten years ago for supposedly betraying your parents but as he was never convicted he is still technically Lord Black.".

"Can you arrange a visit with him so that I can offer to purchase the land and the business as backup power should I need it later?" he asked and Ragnok gave a toothy grin.

"I figured you would wish to do so and have already booked a visit." the Gringotts director said.

-Azkaban Island-

"He's in here." a gruff prison guard said "Don't know why you'd want to see the piece of scum though." he griped before slamming the door shut behind them.

Turning to the man in tattered robes that was chained to a chair behind them he asked "Are you Sirius Black?", the man nodded in response so he continued "Did you betray the Potters?" he asked and the man showed the first emotion since he entered, rage.

"I would never betray my friends!" he roared in anger, "Nor my godson! Who are you anyway?".

"You mean you don't recognize me?" he asked in mock hurt "And I thought you just said you were loyal to me." and with that he removed his hood and showed his scar.

"Harry?" the man asked in shock, "But how? You're supposed to be eleven.".

"I used an ancient ritual to age my body in proportion to my magical core or the more power I have the more I age. I was strong enough to bring my body to my prime which is where the ritual stops the aging and I won't age a day until I reach twenty five." he said as he pulled a key from his pocked and unlocked the man's chains.

"Where did you…" Sirius began before he was cut off.

"Get the key to your chains?" he asked his godfather who nodded "These chains are goblin made and the goblins have a special fail-safe in all of their locks so if you have one of their skeleton keys then you can unlock anything they made.".

"Where on earth did you get the skeleton key?" Sirius asked in shock.

"From Director Ragnok of course." he said with a grin.

"Is there a reason you came here besides to ask if I betrayed your parents?" Sirius asked him "And why do you trust me so easily?".

"I have a goblin truth crystal as well as a crystal that prevents eavesdropping." he said in explanation before continuing "I need your help with something…" and he explained the history of the House of Ultor and what he needed Sirius to do.

"You're going to wage war on the Wizarding world?" Sirius asked in shock before he grinned "I'll sign over everything the Black family has and even name you the proxy for our seats on the Wizenagamot if you promise me one thing.".

"And that would be?" he asked curiously and got a wild grin in response.

"You let me fight by your side," Sirius said with pride "if my godson goes to war then I go with him.".

Grinning he scooped the thin man up in a hug and said "Thank you Sirius.". His godfather quickly signed over everything the Black Family owned to the Ultor family and named them the voting Proxy before he sat back with a sigh. "Now Sirius for the moment I can't get you out of here right now but I will talk to the Dementors and order them to rein in their auras around you and to help you escape when the time comes.".

"Thanks Pup." Sirius said sitting back down so he could lock the chains back so as to not arouse suspicion, "Now go make Hell for me. If I have anything I need to tell you I'll have a dementor sneak it to a goblin at the ministry when I can.".

"Thanks Sirius," he said smiling before he locked the chains back "now don't cause too much trouble." and headed back out.

Once he was past the ward of the island he activated a portkey that took him to the entrance to Gringotts where he quickly picked up the deed to the shop. After that he left and entered Knockturn Alley where he began walking towards where he was told the shop was. It took ten minutes to find but eventually he walked into the building with his hood mostly up and his bangs covering his scar. "Yes can I help you?" an extremely greasy man walked over to him and asked.

"Yes I am in the Market for some Elves." he said in his newer deep voice and the greasy man grinned.

"Yes, yes right this way my fine man, right this way." and led him to a door leading to the basement.

This immediately made him feel nervous about the conditions of how the Elves were kept but he kept quiet as the man led them down. After a short walk the greasy man unlocked a door and opened it showing a room that was most likely magically enlarged and filled with cages. In each cage was a naked elven woman, most covered with bruises and cowered at the man's approach.

"Are there any you wish to, uhm, 'sample'?" the greasy man asked suggestively.

Glaring at the man he said "Stand by the door and do not disturb me.".

Flinching at his glare the man squeaked "Yes sir." before running towards the door.

Walking towards the first cage he saw a pair if identical twin elves who looked about his physical age and had pale white skin, flowing raven hair that went down slightly past the small of their back with part stopping just past their shoulders, and deep blue eyes. Suddenly he was in his mindscape talking to Mars, "Harry these are High Elves." Mars said as soon as he sat down "They are the oldest of elves and are the most knowledgeable. Most of them are scholars but several are warriors. I can temporarily give you the ability to speak to them and the other elves in the elven language but it will take time to truly learn it.".

"Thanks Mars." he replied with smile before he left back to his body and said to the two cowering young elves. "Be calm beautiful ones I mean you no harm." and the two gasped.

"You speak our language!" the one on the right exclaimed in shock "But how?".

"My name is Harry Ultor-Potter," he said smiling and reaching his hand through the bars to stroke the two elves cheeks which they leaned into, embracing the affectionate contact. "I am the Heir of Mars Ultor and intend to finish his work. I plan on freeing everyone here but I would like it if at least some of you would come with me as my companions. Would you two agree to that?".

As he said this the other elves within earshot began saying the name "Ultor" softly under their breath until it was echoing around the room but his attention was on the two High Elves that were nodding and crying tears of joy. "Thank you my Lord," the one on the right said "I am Sorra and my sister here is Katara.".

Nodding at them he continued on until he saw a cage holding a blonde elf the same age as Sorra and Katara with skin that, while somewhat pale, he could tell would gain a healthy tan if she spent time outside. She also had blonde hair that went halfway down her back and leaf green eyes. Faintly he heard Mars' voice whispering in his mind that she was a forest elf and they were best with nature magic, healing, and working with potions. "Hello beautiful one, what would your name be?" he asked as she crawled over to the bars of the cage.

"I am Arya," she said in a voice filled with aw "are you truly an Ultor?" she asked.

Crouching down he stuck his hands through the bars cupping her face and wiping some of the grime off of her face and said "Yes dear one I am. Would you like to come with me, Sorra, and Katara? I will be freeing everyone here but I wish for some companions to spend my days with.".

Crying out in joy Arya began kissing the palm of his hand as she cried out her thanks, nodding furiously all the while. Smiling he stood up deciding to try and find one more companion when he saw an elf with far more bruises than the others he had seen. She had light bluish-purple skin, pure white hair, and soft violet eyes. The bottom of her cage was covered with blood which made him angry remembering what the man had said earlier. Walking over he again heard Mars saying that she was a Dark Elf or Drow and that they were the second oldest elf species and that they were the best assassins and spies in elven history but were often captured to use as concubines due to their great and exotic beauty.

"Hello beautiful one," he said which he noted seemed to become his customary greeting among the elves "I assume you know who I am.".

Wincing she sat up and crawled towards the cage doors crying out in pain from the movement which broke his heart seeing a living creature in such pain. "They say you are the Ultor," she cried out sticking her hands through the bars to try and touch him "are you going to free us?".

Holding her hand he gently kissed the palm before saying "I am beautiful one. But I also wish for some to choose to stay with me as companions and was hoping you would agree to come.".

Nodding slowly, tears still streaming down her eyes, she said "Yes, please yes.".

Smiling at her he again kissed her palm before standing and turning towards the man who looked at him warily. Walking over to him he asked "How do the cages open? I see no locks.".

"Only myself, as the shop-owner, or the person who owns the deed to the property can open these cages by willing them to open. Same goes for the male elves in the next room." the man said with pride.

Nodding he replied "Thank you for the information." before he snapped his fingers and willed the cages to open "As the deed holder I banish you from this property and declare you forbidden from entry." and watched with glee as the man was bodily removed from the shop. Walking up the passageway he opened the front door of the shop and looked at the man picking himself up off the ground. "Know this," he growled out "the heir to the House of Ultor has returned. I will do all in my power to stop people like you. Spread the word." before turning and slamming the door closed. Going to a closet he opened it and found several simple robes which he picked up and brought down.

As soon as he was down a mighty cheer went up from the crowd of elves as they cried out "Ultor! Ultor!" repeatedly until Arya ran up to him. "My lord." she said bowing in front of him "Morgana, the Dark Elf who is to be joining us, she is injured and I do not have what is necessary to heal her. What do you wish to do?".

"I will handle this Arya." he said before placing his hands on her shoulders and having her stand back up before he kissed her forehead "And you need not bow to me.".

Turning towards the gathered elves he called out "I am allies with the goblins and they can get you food and clothing when I ask them to. Do you all have a home to return to?".

"My sister and I were from the last of the free elf camps." Katara said sadly, "All other elves in Britain are bred by Wizards.".

Nodding he yelled out "I have all of the powers of not only the House of Ultor but the Houses of Potter and Black among the wizards. I will find or acquire a large amount of land where you may live free. Until then you may stay in here as none can enter without my consent. I will return or send word when I have a location!" which got another cheer. Walking forward to where Sorra, Katara, Arya, and Morgana were standing, or lying down in Morgana's case, he handed each of them a robe. He had to help Morgana put hers on but once it was in place he picked her up bridal style and walked out, heading towards the bank.