Being lead up to the castle by the defense teacher, one who seemed strangely reluctant to be close to him, Tyelpe looked around wondering why there were wraiths that seemed to be guarding the gates. Didn't whoever set them that task know that wraiths were hard to control and likely to simply kill their charges rather than defend them? Apparently not… atar would- who was 'atar'?
He frowned trying to figure out where that word had come from. It was the same language as his name, no not 'Harry' but his proper name 'Tyelpe' yet that didn't tell him anything. Sighing he ran his hand over his face, maneuvering it under his glasses and wondering idly when he'd be able to get rid of them properly. The slip in thoughts confused him and he glanced around trying to figure out if someone else was at fault for it. Seeing no one he wondered then if it had anything to do with that dementor nearly 'kissing' him.
Walking up the stairs he saw Draco and saw him mock fainting, a surge of amusement flitted through his mind along with the image of a taller man- an elf maybe? He had pointed ears after all- with silver hair glaring at a pair of twins with red hair pretending to faint on each other. The image coaxed a small amused smile to his face, one that quickly vanished as Ron turned to him with an incredulous expression on his face.
"Harry! Are you just going to let Malfoy get away with taunting you like that?"
He opened his mouth to reply when Hermoine chipped in. "Honestly Ron, Harry is behaving very maturely. Reacting to him is what Malfoy wants him to do."
"Oh come off it Hermione. Malfoy deserves-"
Professor McGonogall cleared her throat above them. "Mister Weasley, you may want to join your housemates. I need to speak with Mister Potter and Miss Granger."
Ron gulped thickly and scurried past her meekly. Hermione looked at Professor McGonogall nervously and walked up the last two steps separating her from their Transfiguration Professor. Harry himself joined them and willingly followed them up to the professor's office. He was rather unsurprised to see Madam Pomfrey there.
"Mister Potter are you trying to set a new record?" The healer demanded sternly waving her wand in a complicated pattern. "Though honestly what was the Minister thinking sending dementors to guard Hogwarts?"
"Professor Lupin gave us some chocolate after chasing it away." Hermione volunteered as though she hoped the information would get Harry out of some trouble.
"Well at least we know he's competent for a change." Madam Pomfrey stated sounding pleased by the information. Lowering her wand she gave him a stern look. "Mister Potter did you have any spells cast on you this summer?"
"Not that I know of." Something told him that this had to do with him feeling different since the dementor. "Is there something wrong?"
"It seems that a spell was placed on you and it finally finished doing as it was supposed to. I would like you to come with me to the Hospital Wing for the night, and if all goes well then you can be released tomorrow for classes." Professor McGonogall gave him a terse nod when he glanced her way asking if this really was okay.
"Of course, please lead the way." She gave him a stern look but did lead the way to the Hospital Wing and directed him to a bed. While he sat there he tried to figure out what was going on. Slowly hazily a few answers floated through his mind.
He was a focus point for fate, and a being older than he was and far stronger had figured that out and meshed them together. Next he was an 'arcane smith' which mean he could fold magic into objects through the process of creating them, and he had the feeling that his works had helped shape the world before. Then there was a sense that he was no longer fully human and that whatever he was and whoever he was now had family left.
The Healer bustled back and offered him a potion. Taking it but not downing it he gnawed on his bottom lip before asking her a question one he felt the answer to was needed even if not quite yet. "Madam Pomfrey, does the name Celebrimbor mean anything to you?" She stopped and gave him a contemplative look before sighing and nodding.
"It is a very, very old legend that most have forgotten. The story was passed down through a few families, mine and the Flammels being the two who have it the clearest and most accurate still. Celebrimbor was an ancient Lord who made things of incredible beauty and power. It was said that he created Rings that were used to strengthen a person's natural magic and that allowed them to protect or dominate others to an alarming degree though he only handed those to ones he knew were worthy of holding them. Some say that the last of the Eldar beings, those who we named the House Elves after, left the lands because of how little magic was left wild and free after their destruction. Some say that Celebrimbor was a noble and good person while others revile him for working so closely with the Dark Lord of that time."
"Thank you Madam Pomfrey." Tyelpe said softly, his voice subdued as he filed away the information for thinking on later. For now he simply drank the potion and lay down setting his glasses on the side table. Madam Pomfrey took the glass and bustled away after casting a few monitoring spells on him. His last thoughts before falling asleep were about how much things would change now, and how he had no doubt that they would change.
