Pansy was startled when she suddenly arrived in her own parlor at home instead of wherever everyone else had gone. Still unable to come to terms with everything that had happened today she decided that she should at least find out what had happened to Blaise and the Malfoys. Walking over to the ornately decorated fireplace, Pansy grabbed a handful of the floo powder conveniently located on it's mantle. She threw it into the fire and shouted out her destination.
"Malfoy Manor!"
A few seconds later found her stepping out of the large fireplace into the even larger Malfoy parlor. She was stunned to find Lucius, Draco, and Amalie all trying to hide smiles as Lucius desperately kept changing Severus Snape's clothing.
"LUCIUS! Stop it this instant! I am not a dress up doll for you and your spawn to play with!" Severus had shouted. He had been in complete surprise when Lucius and the two children had appeared in the middle of the room about five minutes ago.
"Perhaps you should take the glamour off his eyes too, Father." Draco put in with a smirk. He knew that Severus's eyes were really a deep blue. Severus glamoured them because he didn't want anyone to know just how attractive he truly could be.
"Severus, you have to be friendlier looking than usual. I tell you the Potter boy has changed. Now, be still and let me fix your hair!" Lucius said with a smirk.
"I know the boy has changed! He's a Blood Elf! Of course he's changed!" Severus shouted in his friend's face. Why would Lucius think that Potter would have anything to do with him? It wasn't like he had been on good terms with the boy. Sighing loudly, Severus realized that now he'd have to explain his outburst.
"He's what?" Draco asked, stunned. His mate was a magical creature too? He really had lucked out with this veela thing. He only hoped that Potter would agree.
"Harry Potter is the last of the Blood Elves." Severus said dully. He had hoped that it could be kept a secret a little while longer. He only hoped that Dumbledore hadn't figured this out yet. It was the headmaster who had told Snape of Potter's family history. Dumbledore had said that Potter was the heir of Gryffindor, but it was what he hadn't said that made Severus nervous. Everyone knew that Godric Gryffindor had been a direct descendant of Merlin. Which meant that he had also been a descendant of the beautiful Lady Morgana, Merlin's one true love. What most people did not know was that Lady Morgana wasn't just a normal witch. She was a Blood Elf. No-one truly knew of all the powers that race possessed. Her family had been very angry when she had dared to sully their blood by mating with a mere wizard. When they had found out that it was Merlin, they had relented somewhat. She was made to promise that she would never tell a single soul outside of their own bloodline about her own heritage. She had kept that promise. The secret would have died out after Harold Potter had died except for the fact that he had let the information be known to his son's best friend. James Potter had certainly never had the chance to tell Harry. Sirius Black had then thrown the information in Severus's face, saying that there would never be any way that Lily could ever want him now. What Black hadn't known was that Severus had already found the love of his life, and it was not Lily Evans.
It was that information that Severus shared with the Malfoys. He couldn't stop the small smile that escaped as Draco promptly sat down. It was then that Lucius had convinced him to go find Potter and bring him here where he would be safe. No-one could enter the manor without the direct approval of Lord Malfoy. And since it was the family patriarch inviting the boy here, Severus would be able to bring him back immediately. Lucius just hoped that he was easily found.
Harry had never been to Malfoy Manor. He simply wished to go where he knew Lucius to be. He allowed his magic to take him there. It was odd how he could go places with a simple wish. It sure made traveling a lot easier.
Not wanting to dwell on thoughts of why he was being so trusting with people he hadn't any reason to trust, Harry simply pushed bad memories aside and focused on now. He had been slightly surprised when Draco had thrown him his own wand for Harry to use. That had to have taken a lot of thought. Then again, it didn't appear as if Draco had thought about it at all. Maybe he really was meant to be with Slytherins. All though, Draco's actions had been rather Gryffindorish.
Harry found himself standing in a large parlor that was very tastefully decorated. The walls were a gray pearlescent color. The carpet was a very light blue, and the furniture seemed to be some kind of really soft looking cream. The comfortable looking sofa reminded Harry of marshmallows. It took him a moment to notice the people standing around him in shock. Ducking his head in embarrassment, Harry approached Draco Malfoy.
"How did you do that? You can't apparate here." Pansy said. She was totally shocked. Never had she seen someone simply appear without any sound at all. Now that she thought about it, that's exactly what had been so odd about when Potter had taken them all with him.
"I wished to be here?" Harry replied in an odd voice. He never once looked away from Draco. His feet were still carrying him towards the other boy. He stopped inches from him, and did something he never thought he'd do.
"Come here." Harry whispered, holding out his arms to Draco. He wasn't quite sure why he did what he did, but it seemed so right. Those pools of silver drew him and he wanted desperately to drown.
Draco was amazed at how Potter had simply appeared in their parlor. Then, he had stared at him intensely before walking right up to him. When Potter had whispered his command, there was nothing Draco could do to stop the veela in him from responding, not that he even wanted to. He fell into Harry's arms. Draco smirked slightly when he heard the gasps from everyone in the room. He could only imagine what they were thinking.
Lucius watched the boy closely. After Severus's explanation, he had been prepared for something odd to happen. He hadn't been prepared for Harry to approach Draco so openly. Maybe the Blood Elf in him recognized the veela as his mate as well. It would explain a lot of their old rivalry. It had been the incomplete bond trying to bring the two boys together, but instead of them growing to be friends and then mates, they had become enemies. It was a bit odd how both of them always seemed so obsessed with the other when they were younger. Lucius was brought out of his thoughts as Severus stepped through the fireplace with an odd look on his face.
"Lucius, we need to talk." Severus stated darkly. He noted the fear that flashed briefly across his bonded's face. After what Lucius and the others had put him through, playing dress up doll, Severus decided to let Lucius stew in his own thoughts for a moment. He smirked evilly to himself.
"What is it, Sev?" Lucius asked. He was afraid and he didn't know why. There had to be more going on than what he knew. Severus never kept him waiting like this.
"I think," Severus began as he erected a privacy shield and silencing spell, "that Dumbledore has made a very big mistake. Potter had no problem coming here after I told him that the old man was still looking for him. It was as if he was willing to do anything to spite the old fool. We need to keep the boy safe."
"Of course! You had me worried for a moment, Sev. I thought something was really wrong." Lucius said with relief. It was then that he noticed the evil little smirk playing about Severus's lips. The man did have the most gorgeous mouth. Lucius mentally shook the thoughts away. Those were for another time.
"You don't think that Potter would turn fully from the light, do you?" Lucius asked in awe. He had never allowed himself to entertain such thoughts about his son's future mate. After all, Potter was the Boy-Who-Lived.
"He just might." Harry interrupted. He had been thinking over just that possibility lately. He'd really had enough of Dumbledore and his stupid thoughts of muggles being equal to wizards. Voldemort had been right in that case. Muggles were filth. Even though Harry had begun to agree with a few of the evil git's ideas, he still wasn't too keen on joining the psycho. Now, being dark? That was an idea.
"How did you do that?!" Pansy exclaimed again. Harry had just taken down all of Lucius's and Snape's shields just by walking through them. She still hadn't gotten over the other stuff she'd seen him do.
"Do what?" Harry asked innocently. His angelic tone was betrayed by a smirk that could rival Draco's.
"Potter, do you have any idea what you're capable of?" Draco asked in his drawl. He was sorely missing Harry's arms around him and the whispered words the dark haired boy had fanned across his neck.
"Hmm, maybe." Harry stated simply. He really wasn't quite sure what new skills he had gotten on his birthday. It wasn't even until today that he'd really tried to use them, but Harry Potter was not about to reveal his ignorance to a room full of Slytherins.
"Maybe? Maybe?" Draco was getting a bit upset here. This was the person he was suppose to spend the rest of his life with and all they could do was say maybe? What the bloody hell? He was going to go insane! Didn't Potter know what was going on? Did he possibly not know that he was a Blood Elf?
"Well, I know that I can transport myself to just about anywhere. I also know that I can understand and speak most languages. I can also speak to and understand most animals. I can see auras, at least, that's what I think I'm seeing. I can also tell just by looking into your eyes if you're lying to me. And apparently, I can walk through and disengage any privacy or silencing charms." Harry explained patiently. He wasn't sure how he could do all of this, but he figured it was just his wizarding heritage passed down to him from his father.
"And that seems normal to you?" Pansy asked rudely. She wasn't quite sure how to take all of this yet. And what in the bloody hell had happened to Blaise?
"He's probably at his home." Harry answered Pansy's unspoken question.
"What?" Draco asked.
"Pansy asked where Blaise was at. I said he probably went home. It appears that's what happened to everyone else. Well, we all seemed to go where "home" was at the time." Harry answered.
"Pansy only asked if all the stuff you can do seemed normal. She did not ask about Mr. Zabini." Severus said with amusement. Potter was just full of surprises today.
"Oh. I guess I can read minds too?" Harry said with such innocence that the Slytherins couldn't help but laugh.
"You should have been in Slytherin!" Pansy exclaimed. "You're as bad as Draco!"
"Hey! I'm not that bad! I can't read minds, or see auras, or talk to animals!" Draco said in his defense.
Harry couldn't stop himself from flinching. Draco may as well have said Freak! to Harry. Was he really all that different from the others? He had thought that his new abilities were things that all wizards and witches could do at seventeen. Apparently, he had been wrong. Maybe he was wrong to come here. He should go.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to contaminate you!" Harry cried out as he was once again surrounded by the mist and disappeared.
"What happened? Why did he leave? Where did he go?" Draco asked frantically.
Harry Potter found himself outside of a ring of stones. This must be Stonehenge. I wonder if the people who built it ever felt like freaks. It's not like it's been duplicated anywhere.
Harry walked toward the tall stones that amazingly had survived through centuries of weather and human intrusion. He noticed that the inner ring was made of blue stone. That must have taken years to move to this spot. Everyone knew that the closest place to get blue stone was the Prescelly Mountains which were about 240 miles away. It must have been giants who had helped to build Stonehenge. The magic surrounding the temple, for Harry could sense that it was indeed a temple, told him that Merlin himself had had a hand in the construction of this marvelous place. What Harry didn't understand was why he was here now, and why he felt like he was home.
Harry had never tried to apparate before. Nor had he tried to transport. Transport is what he called his ability to move from place to place in that silver mist. He had first done it when the need to escape Dumbledore had arisen. Now, he figured out that he could control it when he focused himself. When he was emotional, he had no control. It was as if his powers chose where he should go. That was how he'd found himself here. Why would his powers bring him here? He understood them taking him and the Slytherins to a clearing in the forbidden forest. It was because he had thought about Hogwarts, but he had considered that Forbidden due to Dumbledore at the time. He had gone back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron because that was "home" for the moment. Gods knew he'd never really had a true home. As for going to Malfoy Manor, he'd simply wished to go there. Harry could come up with no reason for coming to Stonehenge. Maybe he should visit Sarum, or what Sarum used to be?
As Harry began walking away from the circle of stones, he could hear singing. The most beautiful voices he had ever heard before were singing what sounded like a lullaby that he could faintly remember. He turned back toward the circle and just about fell over stupid. There in the middle were the most gorgeous people he had ever seen before.
A woman with flowing black hair, green eyes, and slim supple figure danced in and out of the men's hands reaching out to her. She was laughing gaily and seemed to be enormously happy. Five men about six feet tall with long black hair and blue eyes were laughing with the woman as she teased them with her movements. Harry had never seen people so obviously enjoying themselves before. He was enthralled as he watched.
Not realizing he had done so, Harry walked to the circle of stones harboring the beautiful people. He so badly wanted to join them. He wanted to be that happy. He also needed to feel the safe, secure feeling of "home" that he sensed flowing from these people.
The woman looked up at him and gasped. She stopped dancing, and one of the men caught her easily as she fainted. Harry was too curious to turn away, so he stepped forward unsure of what might really happen.
"You came." One of the men stated in a deep baritone, tossing his hair over his shoulder. He was slightly taller than Harry, but his hair was a bit shorter. His eyes were a startling ocean blue with turquoise highlights.
"Who are you? And how do you know I came here for you?" Harry asked quietly. He knew they just knew all about him. But, Harry knew nothing about them.
"You have not been told?" another man asked. His eyes were also blue, but they held twinkles of what looked like starlight. His hair was black, but had reddish highlights.
"Been told? Been told what?" Harry asked curiously. Did these people know why he was able to do the things he could do? Did they know of his parents. His ancestors?
"Ah, I see that you have not. Perhaps we have called you too soon. Another time, my Lord." the first man replied with a bow. Next thing Harry knew, the five men were wrapped in a swirling baby blue haze and were gone taking the woman with them.
Harry was more than confused now. He knew they had known something about him. What was that guy talking about "calling" him too soon? Was someone suppose to have spoken to him of his ancestry or something. Harry's thoughts froze. Dumbledore! One more reason for Harry to seek revenge against the old fool. If that meddling idiot had kept something so important as his ancestry from him, Harry was going to go ballistic!
Draco was frantic with worry. What had he done that had caused Harry to leave like that? He had been wracking his brain and still hadn't come up with anything. All he'd said was that he couldn't do those things that Harry could and Harry blew up. Shaking his head, Draco decided maybe he should follow his veela instincts and try to follow the other boy. It was a bit difficult because Harry hadn't really apparated. He'd simply appeared and disappeared. So far, Severus and Lucius had been unable to track him.
"You know why he got angry don't you?" Pansy asked softly, sitting next to Draco on the soft sofa.
"No." Draco pouted. He really didn't want to deal with the girl right now, but maybe she could help.
"He was embarrassed. You had just made him stand out more than he usually did, and I think it scared him a bit." Pansy was trying hard not to slap Draco upside the head for his outburst. The boy really was kind of dense when it came to Potter. All he had ever seen was that Potter was something he wanted. Now he knew why, though. If Draco had looked closely, he would have found what Pansy was trying to delicately point out to him. Harry Potter was insecure and lacked even the basic self confidence of a wizard.
"He's used to that though. I doubt he got scared Pansy. Just go away." Draco sulked.
"Draco, I believe she is right." Lucius said over Draco's shoulder. "Potter is not, and never has been, what we all thought him to be. He is a very self conscious, insecure, and frightened boy. You must see how what you said could have hurt him and caused him to be angry. I'm sure he wasn't angry at you, but at his own feelings."
Draco shrugged. Then, he got a very determined look upon his face.
"I am going to find him. I can feel him nearby. I think I can follow his tracks." Draco said in a hurry.
"Draco, there are no tracks. Lucius and I both looked for them. There isn't even a magical signature."
Severus said gently.
"I don't mean those kind of tracks. I mean the kind I can feel here." Draco replied holding his hand over his heart. Then, he was gone.
"What the bloody hell just happened?!" Lucius shouted. His son was there, then he was gone. Just like Potter had done. When that thought passed through his mind, Lucius calmed. Draco had apparently been able to follow just as he'd expected himself to be.
"He actually did it." Severus said. "Do you know what this means for their bond?"
Draco found himself standing in the middle of a circle of stones. He could see Harry just a few feet from him kneeling with his hands covering his face. His body was shaking as if he were crying. Afraid that Harry was crying, Draco walked slowly towards him.
"Harry?" he whispered reaching out a hand and brushing it against the other boy's hair. "Are you okay?"
Harry couldn't stop himself, his body shook again. How the bloody hell did this stuff seem to always happen to him? Not only had he just found out that he was more than your average "Boy-Who-Lived", but he was now being followed by Draco Malfoy. That thought didn't disturb him all that much though.
When Harry didn't answer him, Draco knelt next to him and tentatively wrapped his arms around the raven haired boy. It was then that Draco realized that Harry wasn't crying. He was laughing! Uncontrollably laughing at something that Draco couldn't seem to fathom. Regardless, Draco didn't want to let go.
After the woman and men had left him with so many unanswered questions and anger at Dumbledore, Harry had been ready to commit murder. It was his anger that had drawn him to where he had gone. But, it was happiness that had brought him back. He looked at Draco and smiled mischievously. He had stopped laughing when Draco wrapped him in his strong arms. It just felt so right to be there. It was then that Harry knew he could share his tale with Draco. After all, the boy was his soul mate, right? So Harry told Draco about the dancing woman and her escorts, and then he told him what had happened next.
"After they disappeared, I was just standing here fuming, then I figured I should meditate. It's been really helpful lately," Harry began.
As he sat there trying to clear his mind and find that peaceful place of nothingness, Harry got a sharp stab of pain down his spine. His eyes popped open and he arched his back. Then he felt his ears begin to tingle, and his hair was getting even longer! What the bloody hell was happening here?! Harry thought in a panic. He stood up, ignoring the shooting pains running up and down his spine, and hobbled toward the middle of the circle of stones. Oh. My. Gods! Harry thought frantically. What the hell had just happened? He hadn't felt pain like that since Voldemort had crucioed him. Before Harry knew what was happening, a silver mist encased him and within a split second he was no longer standing in the middle of Stonehenge.
Harry was beyond shocked when he appeared in a large circular room. There was a round wooden table made of oak with twelve chairs around it. The table itself was nothing spectacular besides the gleam of polish on the wood. The chairs were also made of oak and each had a name engraved in runes. Harry had never really learned how to read runes, so he had no idea what they said. In addition to the twelve chairs around the large table there was another chair. This one was quite large and sported the colors of Gryffindor. It was covered in dark crimson velvet with gilt edgings. It also had something carved in gold just above where the person sitting's head would have been. Harry thought it looked much like a throne.
The rest of the room wasn't very noticeable. The walls were covered in gold and crimson brocade. The floor was made of simple blue stone There was a small sideboard against the wall, and what looked like a very small step stool.
Harry had no idea where he could be. It wasn't until a house elf had popped into the room, giving Harry a mild heart attack, that Harry began to worry. At first, he'd thought he was in some old abandoned storeroom or something, but if there were house elves here then that meant there were wizards also. Then, the house elf began to speak.
"Oh, Arthur! You have returned! Hemmy is so glad you have come home! What can Hemmy be getting for you, my Lord Arthur?!" the little elf was bouncing up and down on his small feet in joy.
"What did you call me?" Harry asked stunned.
"Lord Arthur?" Hemmy asked in return. Hemmy looked closely at Harry, and gasped when he realized that this young man wasn't his beloved master. Lord Arthur's eyes had been blue. His hair wasn't quite as dark as this boy's hair. This young man standing in the middle of Lord Arthur's war room definitely wasn't the master Hemmy knew. Although, the resemblance was uncanny. Hemmy found himself walking in circles studying Harry. The boy had the height. He had the brawn. He had the same bone structure. What was different? Hemmy thought hard and then it hit him. The young man's eyes were the same color as Lady Morgana's eyes had been. His hair was also the same deep shade of ebony as the Queen's had been. Hemmy whooped with joy. He knew exactly who this young Lord was.
"Master Potter!" Hemmy whooped. "You has finally come home!" Hemmy couldn't contain himself and he ran up to Harry hugging him around the knees.
Harry was flabbergasted. Where the hell was he that a house elf knew him? And why was it calling him master?
"Er, Hemmy? Is that your name?" Harry asked cautiously.
"Yes, Master Potter! What can Hemmy be doing for you?"
"Could you tell me where I am, and how you know my name?" Harry questioned.
"Of course, my Lord!" Hemmy exclaimed. "You are at Camelot on the isle of Avalon." Hemmy was a bit confused as to why his young master didn't know where he was.
"Um, do you know how I got here? And why I'm here?" Harry wasn't quite sure what to think about now. All he'd been able to gather was that he was apparently in the castle that belonged to none other than the legendary King Arthur. Why was the question. And how did he get here? It must have been something to do with circle of stones.
"Lord Potter, you came all on your own. You came the same way that Lord Merlin and Lord Arthur came. The silvery mist came first, then you were just here. As for why, I can only say that you are the heir to Camelot and all of Britain. This is your rightful place. I suppose that we could ask the portraits. They are all that is left of my masters. Both Lord Arthur and Lord Merlin left one day, and they never came home. The Lady Gwenevere sent a message stating that we were to remain here until the rightful heir came home. Hemmy was most surprised at that. Lord Arthur had only had one son. Why he never came, Hemmy doesn't know." Hemmy finished, shaking his head sadly.
"Can you show me to the portraits? I might be able to get some answers that way." Harry said.
"This way, my Lord."
Hemmy led Harry out of the room that held King Arthur's famous Round Table and down many different corridors. They eventually came to one that was covered in portraits from one end to the next. Harry's mouth dropped open when he saw so many paintings in one hallway. Hemmy led him to what Harry guessed was suppose to be the first.
"Here they are, my Lord." Hemmy bowed and stepped back to allow Harry better access.
"Ah young Harry! How nice to finally meet you, child!" the first portrait exclaimed happily. It was a painting of a younger version of Merlin with his fingers entwined with those of the most beautiful Lady Harry had ever seen.
"You know me?" Harry was unsure what to say.
"Of course, Youngling. You are my dear Arthur's heir, and mine as well." Merlin stated matter of factly as the Lady next to him smiled gently.
"Can you explain what has happened to me? Why I am here? And how I got here?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Yes, yes my son. First, let me get a couple of people who have been waiting for your appearance for quite some time." Merlin answered and promptly disappeared from his frame. The Lady remained and Harry could see small crystalline tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
"My Lady, please don't cry." Harry said. "Have I done something to upset you?"
"Oh, no dear child. I am just so happy to see that my own heritage hasn't faded with time. You are the spitting image of my own dear father. Not to mention my wonderful son, Arthur." Lady Morgana reached up and wiped her tears away just as Merlin returned with his entourage.
"Oh James! Look! He's so grown up! And he looks just like Arthur!" Lily Potter exclaimed to her husband.
"Mum?" Harry asked as his eyes just about popped out on the floor. Why were his parents here?
"Oh Harry! It's so good to finally see you!" James exclaimed.
"Okay, stop. Someone please tell me what is going on!" Harry cried. He was so confused and happy and upset and just everything! He needed to understand why he was here and how come his parents were in portraits here, and many other questions were running through his overloaded mind.
"Calm down, child." Lady Morgana said quietly. "I will explain."
"Thank you," Harry whispered and conjured himself a chair to sit in because he just knew that this was going to take awhile.
"Young Harry, it all began many thousands of years ago. I, Lady Morgana, met Lord Merlin and we fell in love. We had a child and named him Arthur. I believe you have heard of him and his sword?" Harry nodded and she continued, "Arthur then met a beautiful woman whom he married, but she was unfaithful to him. He cast her out and took a new queen. Her name was Nimue, the Lady of the Lake. They married and had a child. That child did not wish to be king, so he ran away. His name was Harold. Harold hid in a small peasant town and married a peasant woman he fell in love with. Arthur and Nimue were desperate to find their son, so they sent out the Knights of the Round Table to find him. The Knights searched far and wide, and the only time they came across a man who even barely resembled young Harold, they were mistaken. Or so they thought. Harold had inherited quite a few gifts from Merlin and myself. He had the gift of magic and knew how to make himself look different. He also had inherited a gift from me. Harry, I am a Dark Elf. Which means, that I can hide my true appearance without even realizing I am doing it. It also grants me many other abilities that I am not allowed to speak of. As such, Harold was able to disguise himself well. He told the Knights that his name was Potter, and they believed him because that was the trade that he had taken on when he ran away. The boy was quite gifted with sculpting. He could make anything. I do believe that is due to the elf in him. It was many years later before we learned what had happened to young Harold. It wasn't until Harold's son popped in here on his seventeenth birthday. Merlin and Arthur had gone away to war and never returned. I was here alone when young Jason appeared in the Round Room. He asked much the same questions as you did. The only thing I could tell him was his family history and about the spell that Merlin and Arthur had cast before they left. To be sure that their line lived on, both of them, gods bless, found a way for each new first born male to be brought here on their seventeenth birthday. That is how come you are here. Your own father should have told you of this. I can't believe James neglected his blood so badly." Lady Morgana finished.
"I never knew my father." Harry mumbled, but Lady Morgana heard him.
"What do you mean?" she asked softly.
"My mum and dad both died after I was a year old."
"Oh my dear boy! You had no warning? Nothing? No-one told you?" Merlin was outraged. All of the others had known what would happen. Each parent had shared the family secret with one person that they trusted implicitly in case something like this happened. Why hadn't James's keeper told Harry of his family?
"James? Did you not trust unto someone your family history to pass on to your child?" the booming voice of King Arthur rang out. He was furious! How dare the impudent boy break such a tradition!
"No, I did! I gave the secret to Albus Dumbledore!" James defended himself. Even after sixteen years in this corridor with Arthur's portrait, he was still intimidated by his ancestor.
"You told Dumbledore?" Harry asked. He was outraged! Dumbledore knew about all of this? What a stupid, meddling old fool!
"Yes, we did." Lily said. "He never told you? Why not? He must have had a good reason."
"No reason is good enough to keep an heir ignorant of his birthright!" Lady Morgana exclaimed.
"I thought you said that this Albus Dumbledore could be trusted?" Merlin asked with outrage.
"He was always there to help us!" James cried.
"He is a manipulating old fool," Harry said. "He never gave me straight answers. He always gave me riddles! I didn't even know I was a wizard until I got my first Hogwarts letter! And I almost didn't get that! If Hagrid hadn't found me, I would still probably be locked in the cupboard at Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's house! That stupid self righteous old man!" Harry's voice continued to rise as he spoke. A swirling purple mist began to envelop his body and thunder could be heard outside.
"Oh my!" Lady Morgana gasped. "Merlin! Look! He has the elementalist powers! I thought I was the last! Oh happy day!"
Harry immediately came to his senses. Had she really said what he thought she said?
"I have what?" Harry asked.
"You really are a Blood Elf my child." Lady Morgana stated proudly. "You have all of the powers that I had thought faded out through the bloodline."
"Yes, Harry, you are indeed the heir to Camelot. None of the others could so much as stir up a little wind, let alone create a full blown storm. That purple haze that surrounded you was your elven magic." Merlin smirked.
"Does Dumbledore know of this?" Harry asked in fear. If the old meddler knew about this, he would never let Harry out from under his thumb.
"No, he doesn't. We didn't know of it, so we couldn't have told him. I still find it difficult to believe that he never told you of your family." James said.
"Well, he didn't!" Harry shouted. He was getting quite angry at his parents. They were just like the rest of the sheep that followed Dumbledore's every little wish. Sheeple! That's what he considered those who followed blindly. People melded into sheep. Sheeple! How could a descendant of Merlin be so damn blind? Maybe the elven traits that Lady Morgana spoke of allowed Harry to better judge people. He sure hoped so, because so far, he had bungled things up quite nicely.
"Young Harry, please do not tell anyone of your visit here. Not even your closest friends. They will betray you. You are only permitted to tell your soul mate and your first born son."
"I promise to keep it to myself. Is it possible to bring others here if they aren't of the blood or my soul mate? What if it were an emergency, and I needed sanctuary? I do have a maniacal dark lord after my head!" Harry shouted. He just couldn't believe this! He finally knew where he came from, and they were forbidding him to share it?! Not fair!
"Harry," Lady Morgana spoke softly, " If you feel the need to bring others here, they will be allowed. I only urge you to use the utmost caution. When next you return, you will be recognized as the Lord of Camelot, and all will bow to you. When you have finally reached your full powers, which will come gradually over the next few moons, you will be crowned the King of Britain. I am so very sad to say that this may well be the last time we meet. If you reject your birthright, we will once again wait for the next heir. If you choose to claim it, then the wizarding and muggle world will once again be one."
"Oh." Harry's mind had gone completely blank. He was totally stunned.
"Now, young Harry, you must go back. You must learn all there is to learn. You must be ready to make the decision when the time has come. Farewell, my sweet Prince!" Lady Morgana called as a silver mist wrapped itself around Harry and he was gone. He didn't even get to say goodbye, but he would be back someday.
"And that's why I was laughing. Can you imagine the look on old Dumble's face when he finds out?!" Harry was almost rolling on the ground again.
Draco was dumbfounded. Harry Potter was not only an heir of Godric Gryffindor, King Arthur, Merlin, and Lady Morgana, but he was the last known of his kind. According to what happened in the stone circle though, there might just be more Blood Elves. He wondered if Harry had realized this.
"Harry, what about the people in the circle? You said they spoke about calling you. Could they be Blood Elves? Maybe they only appear to their own as a self preservation." Draco suggested.
Harry stopped laughing. He hadn't really thought of that! Why didn't he mention the people to Lady Morgana? She would surely have known what was going on!
"I'm an imbecile." Harry stated dully, slapping himself on the forehead.
"No, you're just thickheaded." Draco teased with a smirk.
"Prat." Harry returned, pushing himself to his feet. It was time to find a place to stay for the night. He didn't even mention what had caused him to leave Draco's house earlier. It just didn't seem all that important anymore. So what if Harry Potter was more different than even Dumbledore had imagined. He was going to use this to his advantage.
"Harry, about earlier," Draco began. He hoped that he didn't ruin Harry's good mood.
"No matter. I was being a bit stupid. I'm over it now. We should go. I have a feeling that old Dumbles is searching frantically for his little puppet. I have no desire to see that man again anytime soon." Harry interrupted.
"What about school?" Draco asked in astonishment. Was Harry saying he wasn't going back?
"I figure your father and Snape can help me out on that one." Harry replied. "Let's go." He reached out with his magic and the swirling mist engulfed him and Draco taking them to wherever Harry's little heart desired. Right now, it desired good food, decent conversation, and a comfortable bed. Malfoy Manor would be just perfect!
A/N: Hope you all liked it! Over 6000 words! I could have gone a bit longer I guess, but this seemed a good place to stop. It does seem a bit fantastical, but that's what magic is all about! Please review, and I hope to get the next chapter up in about a week... I know that Draco and Harry seem a bit too familiar, and I hope I can explain it better in the next chapter. Love always, Pravus