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Harry was tired. Knackered, to be honest. So why was he walking around in the forest? He had no idea. It had seemed like the best idea when he had started walking, never mind that only seconds before he had wanted nothing more but his bed. He and Estel had just arrived in Mirkwood after their trip to the Shire. It had been a very interesting and somehow fun trip, but now Harry was exhausted. He had nothing but walked and fought since March when they had started, and now it was the middle of August. One would think that Harry would be longing for his wonderful, comfortable, fluffy bed, but apparently his head had other ideas. What in the name of the Valar had possessed him to…

Oh, there was it again. The feeling. The feeling he had to be here. Something that was pulling him into the forest. He didn't know what exactly made him walk in the exact direction he walked, but he didn't have any bad feelings about this. If there was any dark magic or creatures involved, he would have known by now. He had always been able to feel evil, whether it was a sick feeling in his stomach, a tingling in the back of his neck, or a clench of his jaw. No, there was nothing harmful around here.

Something in the back of his head urged Harry to hurry. He had to rush. Why was he in a hurry? It was a question to which he had no answer, but nevertheless Harry found himself walking faster. He knew the path he was taking. It led to the small glade where his dad had found him all those years ago.

There was something tingling in the air. It felt a little bit like magic, but at the same time entirely different. Harry's gaze fell on the floor and he stopped in his tracks.

There was a pair of feet before him. Feet. Actual, human, and very naked feet protruding from behind a trunk. Harry reached carefully for his sword and walked the few steps cautiously around the trees that hid the rest of the body. The legs connected to the feet were very long and a few spots of dirt and something that looked like phlegm. The shortest pair of trousers Harry had ever seen preserved whatever modesty was left of the person, barely covering half of the upper thigh. It was apparently a girl, with very long, fiery red hair. Her shirt was torn and ripped to pieces, mere tatters on her back. Harry was momentarily distracted by the shimmering shades of red and the occasional blonde strand in her hair before approaching her still form.

He almost gasped when he cautiously turned her onto her back.

There was knife in her chest. Her shirt was dirty and bloody, her eyes were closed and her face was as pale as a sheet. Harry immediately checked for a pulse. He felt it, barely there and much too slow, but she was alive. He had to get help. He looked at the knife, calculating. If he tried to pull it out, he could damage important inner organs but if he left it there, the knife would probably do more damage while he carried her. Mind made up, he grabbed the handle and pulled as careful as possible until he had the dagger out of her. The girl was still unconscious. Harry ripped a stripe of cloth out of his shirt and did his best to stop the bleeding.

Done, he lifted her up as careful as he could and started running home. With adrenaline in his veins and a clear path in his mind, he made it home much faster. He crossed the bridge and shouted for help even before the door was fully opened.

"Harry! Are you all right? What happened to upset you s…"

The guard had turned around and caught sight of the woman. He looked up at Harry's face, nodded, and ran off to alert the healers. The other guard helped him lay her on the ground and keeping her stable while they waited.

"Who is she?"

"I have no idea. I walked through the forest and she just lay there, bleeding and unconscious."

"Does that mean you've just brought a complete stranger with you?"

"Yes, it does, but look at her, she's dying without help!"

"Now, yes, but about when she wakes up!?"

"You mean that girl has the ability to overcome every elf in Mirkwood on her own when she just barely escaped death?"

"Never underestimate strangers. You know that. She could have an army at her command."

"A woman?"

"Tauriel leads our best troop!"

"Yes, but she is an elf. You know that humans are of the opinion that women can't fight. "

"How do you know she's human?".

The argument would have gone on for a while, if they hadn't been interrupted by the healers' arrival. Wordlessly, they put her on a stretcher and hurried off. Harry wanted to go with them to see if he could do anything, but was interrupted when he heard his Dad's voice calling out for him. Harry smiled weakly at him. The adrenaline had mostly left him and he was feeling rather tired again.

"Hello, Dad, it's good to see you again."

Harry hadn't seen him for five months and two weeks. A very long time indeed. His father just smiled and hugged him close. When they released each other after a long moment, they went out into the gardens to find comfortable place to sit and talk. Harry saw the curiosity in his father's eyes – he would want to know everything. They sat down on their favourite bench. It was built around an old willow whose branches hid the bench's occupants from direct view. For a few minutes, none of them talked. They just sat there and enjoyed each other's long missed company for a while. It was Legolas who broke the silence.

"I think I should have expected you to bring home random injured humans. You always are in the centre of any trouble that comes up. Did any other extraordinary things happen on your little holiday that I should know about? "

There was no answer. After a few seconds, Legolas turned his head to look at his son and smiled. Harry's head was tilted to the side, his moth was slightly agape and a soft snoring came from his nose. The last time Harry had fallen asleep sitting, he had been five years old. Legolas shook his head, chuckling lightly. Estel's little training-holiday had apparently been a challenge.


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"What?"

Harry nearly shouted at his grandfather. He was beginning to hate that calm facade Thranduil had chosen to wear on his face, as if everything that had happened couldn't bother him less.

"We know nothing about this girl. As soon as she is awake, she will have to leave the Woodland realm."

"But you can't do that! She'll die! Have you forgotten about the spiders? About all the creatures that are creeping out of the dark right now?!"

"No. But this is none of our concern. It is not our duty to aid the mortals whenever they are in need"

"This isn't about the whole human race. This is about one, unarmed, defenceless little girl!"

"She had a knife."

"Yes, sticking in her chest. Wonderful."

"Mind your tongue, grandson."

"I'll talk to you however I want, King Thranduil."

With satisfaction, Harry noticed his grandfather's eye twitch. He had managed to provoke him. Good. He was going to think about his actions now. Harry was going to get him to agree. That girl was not a threat.

"Why are you calling me that?"

"Because my grandfather would try to understand. He would listen to me. Right now, you are not the grandfather I know."

His grandfather's face grew hard. Harry had apparently hit a sore spot.

"You seem to be very… fond of her. You are risking very much even though you haven't even talked to her. Did nobody teach you to rather see the personality than the… exterior assets?"

Harry looked at his grandfather, gobsmacked. He hadn't thought about that. He had noticed her attractive appearance, but when he'd brought her to Thranduil's halls that hadn't mattered. He would have taken any injured creature there to get help – except the obviously dangerous and hostile ones.

"Her looks aren't important."

"What is important, then?"

"That she's injured, defenceless and unarmed!"

"Give me one reason. Give me one good reason why you want her to stay so badly."

Harry went silent for quite a while. Why did he want her to stay? Was there a reason at all? Did he need a reason?

"She… kind of… just feels right. Do you know what I mean? This gut feeling that tells you what's good and what's bad? Right now, it feels good to keep her around. She feels right."

The King's expression softened and he leaned back in his throne. Harry always used to admire the elegance he possessed, especially when he sat in that throne. But he never sat there when he talked to Harry. He always came down to talk at eye level. This was the first time he talked to Harry as his King, as his superior, as commander.

"You will get five minutes. Five minutes to determine if she intends any harm to come towards us. You may talk, probe her mind or whatever method comes to your mind, but you have no more than five minutes."


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The first thing Ginny remembered when she slowly woke was a lot of white. She lay on something dry, comfortable and warm. She felt a fluffy pillow under her head and snuggled deeper into her blankets. Somehow, in the back of her mind, everything around her felt odd. Usually she was a morning person – always jumping out of bed as soon as the sun rose, but now she didn't want to leave this comfortable bed. It had been long since she'd had a real bed… Wait, why had it been long-? Oh, yes, Lestrange, dungeon, torture…

Why was she lying in a bed then? She could remember Bellatrix leaving and after that point, her memory was a bit hazy. Even with immense effort, Ginny couldn't work out what had happened to give her a comfortable bed. She would have to open her eyes to find out. But then she would have to face the world and people around her. Maybe she was in the Death Eater's infirmary. Did Death Eaters have something like that? She couldn't quite picture someone like Rodolphus Lestrange being fussed over by a medi-witch. He'd most likely Crucio her when she got nearer than a foot.

Knowing that she couldn't pretend to sleep forever, she opened her eyes. The sun was shining through a window somewhere behind her. Her blanket and pillow where white and the walls were made of white-greyish stone. Everything around her looked to be even older than Hogwarts.

"You have awoken."

As fast as she could, she turned her head to face the speaker. She hadn't understood a word of what he'd said. The man who had spoken in the completely unfamiliar, melodious language had long silvery hair and a kind smile on his face. High cheekbones and a slender appearance made him look Veela-like, even though male-Veela didn't exist. He also had an air of wisdom and kindness about him that made him seem the opposite of Veela, who were temperamental and fiery creatures. His skin seemed so pale that it almost had an unearthly glow to it.

"Erm – sorry, what?"

The man smiled. Ginny automatically wondered how yellow her teeth had to look in comparison to that toothpaste-advertisement smile. Then she paused and asked herself since when she had cared about her looks.

"I apologise. I should have known that mankind does not always speak Sindarin. It has been long since I have encountered one raised by humankind. I am Nestrarion. What is your name?"

Ginny tried to sit up before answering. Hot pain shot through her chest as she tried to prop up on her arms. She gasped and tears shot into her eyes.

"You should not move too much. You had a dagger piercing one lung just two weeks ago. You should rest."

Defeated and frustrated at her own inability to sit, she sank back onto her pillow. As she looked up to the healer whose name she had already forgotten, she noticed his ears. They were pointed.

"What are you?"

When she noticed that she probably sounded extremely rude, it was already too late and the words were out of her mouth. She quickly added:

"I don't mean to insult you or anything, but you don't look very human and in our current situation, one can never be cautious enough."

The healer seemed more amused than offended.

"You are in Mirkwood, in King Thranduil's Halls. I am an elf. Before you ask: no, contrary to many rumours, we cannot move the stars."

Ginny raised a single eyebrow.

"Elf? As in house-elf? You don't really look familiar in any aspects."

Now the healer frowned lightly.

"I am not aware of a species called house elf. I am a wood-elf. You have not told me your name, would you be so kind?"

Ginny looked at the man, calculating whether to trust him. Her name was not something to tell people lightly. Everyone would recognize the name 'Weasley'. But somehow, the man seemed so trustworthy that it seemed ridiculous to refuse an answer.

"I'm Ginevra Weasley."

His name had been very old fashioned and long. Her usual nickname 'Ginny' seemed inappropriate to tell him.

"It is nice to meet you, Ginevra Weasley. There are some people who need to know of your awakening. Do not try to wander off."

And with that, he was gone and Ginny was alone. She had no idea where she was, with whom she was and how she had come here. She had no wand, couldn't move without feeling agonising pain and she had apparently been in coma for two weeks. Yes, she was definitely completely useless right now.

'Wonderful,' she thought sarcastically. 'Wherever I am, I need to surrender to whomever and whatever they want me to do - again. Isn't life just wonderful?'


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Harry was sitting in the library when Healer Nestrarion came. He didn't say much.

"She's awake."

Then he went to inform Harry's father and grandfather. Both wanted to listen when he would be talking to the girl. Harry felt somehow excited. The girl had looked to be six- or seventeen. He hadn't had the chance to talk to someone this close to his age for a long a time.

Legolas and Thranduil chose to stay behind, not visible from the infirmary but within hearing range. Harry took a breath to shake off the excitement and gave himself a relaxed expression. Then he went into the room. The girl sat on one of the beds, staring at the wall with a distant expression on her face. She flinched when she heard Harry's footsteps and turned her head towards him, her eyes looking right through him.

She had freckles all over her pale skin, and slightly pink cheeks. Her eyes were a dark hazel and her eyelashes the same red as her hair. Harry smiled his most calming smile.

"Hello. I'm Harry. Who are you?"

The girl flinched again and the distant look in her eyes became slightly panicked before she focussed on him and got noticeably calmer.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said hello. My name is Harry. What's your name?"

The girl looked at him sceptically before answering.

"Why should I tell you? I've never seen you before and in our current political situation, it's not exactly reasonable to share this kind of information with strangers."

"You told Nestrarion."

"Yes. But he healed me and you were going to find out my name anyway."

"You're right about that, Ginevra… I have a request."

She raised one of her eyebrows.

"Which is…?"

"King Thranduil wishes for you to leave as soon as you can walk again. With all the darkness rising in this lands, we cannot guarantee that you will survive on your own. It is my task to look into your mind and see if you have any negative intentions towards the elves or our allies. It won't hurt at all, but it will prove your innocence."

Ginevra paled.

"You're… No, I won't allow you to use Legilimency on me. I like my memories intact, thank you very much!"

"I can't use what on you?"

"Legilimency!"

"What's supposed to be?"

"That's the art of rummaging in someone's memories! What you're about to do!"

Harry looked at her, surprise written all over his face. Ginevra still had a very defensive expression. Her body language told him how sceptical and guarded she was towards him.

"I didn't know it was called that."

"Well, then you either didn't read the book titles or your teacher was rubbish. And before you're going to ask: No again, I won't have anyone in my head!"

"But you are still injured and there is no way you're going to survive even a single day on your own. The spiders are leaving their territory. All kinds of dark, dangerous things are creeping out of the dark!"

"Why should I be afraid of some old spiders? You can scare my brother or little children with them, but what sane person is afraid of a spider?"

Harry stared at her. Was she very insane, very brave, very stupid or all at once?

"You do know what we're talking about? Black, human and elf-eating things, about sixteen feet tall?"

"You mean there are acromantula in this area? Why are you still living here? Why are you still alive?"

"acro-what?"

"Acromantula. Giant spider?"

"That is a stupid name. Who came up with that?"

"How should I know?"

They stared at each other with curiosity. Harry was the first to break the silence.

"Where are you from?"

"London."

"Where?"

"London."

"Never heard of it."

"What? London, Capital of England? The UK? United Kingdom?"

Harry just shook his head. Ginevra seemed shocked.

"Have you ever heard of Europe?"

"No. I'm sorry. Where is it in Middle-earth?"

"Middle… No, I am from Earth. No middle. Just Earth. What is Middle-earth?"

Now it was Harry's turn to look shocked.

"But… you must have heard of Gondor? Rohan? The Misty Mountains? Lórien? Nothing?"

They went back to just staring intently at each other without a word.

"Let me look into your mind just once. For a few seconds only. If I detect no harmful intentions against us, you can stay and we can help you find your way home. You'll have to leave otherwise – unarmed, injured and alone. Please."

He thought he saw panic filling her eyes, but the moment was too short and he could've easily imagined it.

"I promise to be gentle. It won't hurt."


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To say Ginny was panicking would be a bit of an understatement. This one – with short and unruly hair – wanted to use Legilimency on her. Despite everything, Sirius never showed her more than the basics of Occlumency since he hadn't bothered to learn it as a teenager in his rebellious stage. She silently cursed herself for not consulting a book or Hermione about the subject. Now she was in this mess.

Harry looked at her with concern shining through his piercing green eyes. He looked genuine, as if he really didn't want to hurt her or invade her privacy. But Ginny didn't trust strangers. She didn't trust anyone besides Sirius and her blood family. And now, she had to do what she never had to do before. She had to choose under pressure. Sirius had taught her many things but this was something that couldn't be taught. You needed to experience it a few times and your abilities would grow with that.

But what choice did she really have? Either be sent to her certain death – without a wand, into a world where nobody knew Europe – or have somebody roaming through her mind. She sighed internally. As much as she despised having her privacy invaded, she did not want to die. Especially after she had escaped death so narrowly just a few days ago. She still couldn't believe she had been in coma for two weeks. Well, after what Bellatrix had done to her… Ginny shivered despite the warm summer-air.

"Okay.

The boy looked at her, surprised.

"What?"

"I said Okay."

"I know, I've heard you."

"Why'd you ask then?"

"Because."

"That's no answer."

"It is, obviously as I just used it as an answer."

She scowled.

"Git. Come on now. Get over with it."

She was curious to see his wand. If this was such a different culture, the wands surely would look different, wouldn't they? She wondered if she could get one from those people-

"Okay, now, here we go, look me in the eyes, try not to blink and stay calm."

With his piercing green eyes wide, he looked straight into her own. He put his fingers onto her temples and then stopped moving. It was unnerving. He sat there, no twitching, no blinking, no movement at all. Not even a wand in sight. Then she felt something in her head. Gentle. A tugging in her forehead.

She had time for a surprised "Oh" then she was flooded by her own memories.


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Harry had entered Ginevra's mind now. It was unnerving how many different feelings she had locked away to the bottom of her consciousness. There were so many feelings and even more memories behind those. He didn't really want to look. These feelings could only be caused by horrifying experiences. But he had a task – he had to probe into every negative emotion, to see if there was any threat for the elves behind that. 'Reading a mind' worked like this: there were emotions, feelings that worked as some sort of doors. When these emotions or some other kind of perception (like a picture or a certain smell) were triggered, one could view different memories that were connected to this impressions or feelings. The emotions worked like a shelf with drawers. By triggering one of the feelings, you opened one drawer and were able to look at the memories, like neatly folded socks. To keep anyone from seeing your memories, you had to hide your emotions completely so there was no way one particular feeling could be triggered and the memories behind it could be viewed.

Harry shivered as he reached the last emotion, the one that was nearly but not completely hidden. He found himself confronted with one of the most terrifying feelings he had ever seen in a mind. He hadn't been allowed to read many memories as extensive as this one, but he had never seen something like that. He was confronted with an emotion that could surely be found in exactly the same way inside his head if someone was to enter his mind.

It was absolutely terrifying, paralyzing fear mixed with a feeling of utter powerlessness.

He dreaded to look into the memories behind this emotion. But he had a duty. He had to ensure the safety of his family and friends. Biting his lip, Harry triggered the feeling and felt the memories swirl around his head. He could feel himself paling. This girl – no, this woman – was able to fight. He saw her. She had fought in a dungeon, against four elders, while drugged or something as her vision kept getting blurrier. Even so, she still managed to hold them off for about ten minutes before falling unconscious.

Harry was impressed. He had never seen anyone fight like that. She had a stick in her hand, bolts of light shooting from its tip, causing explosions and destruction. In that moment, he could feel power radiating from her like fire. Ginevra was filled with fire – and yet she had felt powerless in her situation. Harry couldn't understand that. She had obviously been captured and still managed to get herself armed! That certainly showed skill and power.

He carefully retreated, trying hard to not damage anything, as minds were always fragile.

He blinked a few times and let go of her head. It was only then that he realized Ginevra was crying. Silently and constantly wiping her eyes, embarrassment evident on her face. Harry was not great with crying females. He had, in fact, no idea at all when it came to that. But thankfully, he did notice the awkward atmosphere caused by their silence. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He should definitely say something sensible. Well, now, what would human females consider as sensitive? The same things as elven females? Probably. It was worth a try. He cleared his throat.

"Erm… I… you – look good when you're fighting."

Oh. No, that hadn't been the words he had wanted to say. Mentally slapping himself, he didn't notice the change in her position at first. Then he realized that her shoulders weren't shaking so much anymore. She lifted her head, and through the tears, there was a smirk playing on her lips.

"I know," she said, and somehow managed to sound smug through the sobs that escaped her. Internally, Harry did a little victory dance – he had managed to break the ice. Wonderful. What was next then? Another try for something sensible?

"You know, that was some good fighting there, and I should know about it, I've been trained to fight since my seventh birthday. How did you fight? I mean, I've seen many different kinds of magic, including mine, but that was different. You used a stick. Can I have a stick, too? I'd like one. I'd probably improve my magic with it. Aaand I'm rambling, aren't I? That's not good. Rambling means I'm nervous, why am I nervous, I shouldn't be ner-"

He was cut off by a not exactly light smack on the arm by Ginevra. She had a smile on her face, which even managed to reach her eyes a tiny bit.

"Yes. You are rambling."

He looked at her with a small pout playing on his lips.

"Ow. That hurt."

She rolled her eyes and the smile turned into a smirk again.

"Of course it did."

"You're being sarcastic, Ginevra, while I am mortally wounded. You should weep the loss of my arm!"

"Ginny."

"What?"

"Ginny. Call me Ginny."

He looked at her slightly stunned.

"Why would I do that?"

She looked at him even more stunned.

"Cause that's what friends do. Call each other by their nicknames."

"Really?"

"Of course! Don't your friends do that, too?"

Harry looked at her, deep in thought for a moment.

"No, I suppose not. Unless you count Estel calling me little one. Though my friends are not what you would define as – ordinary by human standards. "

Ginevr – no, he corrected himself - Ginny looked curious now. It made her eyes shine.

"Why's that?"

"Well. You humans usually don't have friends who are at least two millennia older than you – except for Estel and little Ines, who ar-"

He was cut off by someone clearing his throat somewhere behind him. Harry saw Ginny removing her gaze from his face and looking behind him. The curiosity in her eyes and the smile on her lips instantly vanished from her face and a guarded expression took their place. Harry didn't have to turn around to know whose voice it had been.

"I see you gave me more than five minutes," he said, smiling, turning to look into the ever emotionless face of his Grandfather. He nodded at Harry and then locked eyes with Ginny. Harry could see her gulping.

"I have made a decision based on Harry's reactions to your memories. You may stay as long as necessary."

Ginny seemed to be too relived and stunned to say anything as she bowed her head obediently. Thranduil turned towards Harry.

"I believe she will stay for a while, am I right?"

Harry nodded.

"Then you shall give her a room near our living quarters, not far from yours, as soon as she is able to leave the infirmary. I want you to keep an eye on her. Do not let her become involved into any business we attend and never let her wander off alone."

Thranduil glanced at Ginny sceptically for one last time and then left. Ginny visibly relaxed at Thranduil's absence. She looked thoughtful at the corridor where his grandfather had chosen to go. They both said nothing for a while.

"Was that some kind of authority figure? Is he always that arrogant?"

Harry tried to look reproachfully at her.

"He's the King in whose halls you're currently lying and to whose grandson you're talking."

"Oh. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect."

She looked sown at her sheets now, as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. She did look genuinely sorry. Harry grinned.

"And yes, he usually is that arrogant."

Harry nearly laughed out loud as her head shot up in record time and her eyes widened.

"Well, at least when he's trying to be intimidating and formidable."

Slowly, a small smile took over her lips. She tilted her head and examined him.

"Help me get away from here."

Harry raised both eyebrows, stunned.

"I just managed to let you stay, why would you want to go when you don't need to?"

She rolled her eyes, her smile getting brighter.

"Not leave as in go away form this place but as in get away from the hospital wing."

He looked at her blankly.

"The what?"

"This room here. The infirmary."

A grin spread over Harry's face. Aha, there was someone who hated infirmaries just as much as himself.

"If you will stay in bed when you're in your room, I'll help you."

She nodded, eager to leave the sterile atmosphere every sickbay had behind. She sat up slowly and even though she barely grimaced, Harry could see how much it hurt. He suddenly doubted his decision to help her. What if her internal wounds tore up again? Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oi! Didn't you say something about helping?!"

Shoving his doubts aside – it had been her decision after all, thus any damage would be her fault – he helped her stand up. Very soon, it became obvious that walking was a no-go. Ginny had closed her eyes and Harry could see she was holding back tears. Her face was contorted with pain.

Feeling a little guilty, Harry thought of alternatives to walking. He shook his head knowing that they couldn't continue like this – they'd be caught in a minute, even with Harry's secret shortcuts – and picked her up. The first few seconds, she hissed in pain and dug her nails into Harry's shoulder but then she relaxed. He sighed, relieved to be able to go on faster, without the constant danger of being caught. He could hear Ginny mumbling something incomprehensible into his neck.

"What?"

She tilted her head slightly. Harry could see her tired eyes looking up to him.

"I said, you should work on your pick-up-someone-bridal-style abilities."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"I doubt I will do that ever again."

When she spoke again, she sounded as if she was trying very hard to not fall asleep. Apparently their little walk had been exhausting for her.

"Why? Already married?"

Harry grinned and shook his head.

"No. But the few relationships I had were nothing but time-devouring."

He could hear her giggle. She sounded a little delirious. Was this exhaustion, her sleepiness or had Nestrarion given her some crazy potion?

"Same here. We could marry each other. Then we wouldn't have anyone pester us to get attached and we wouldn't need to be with some annoying, time-consuming person. We could be best mates, eat chips on the sofa, play Quidditch, listen to matches on the radio and we…"

Suddenly she stopped talking. Harry chuckled. Wow, sleep deprivation made people talk like crazy. He wondered if he ever talked like that when he was tired. He smiled at the faint snores coming from Ginny. He wondered what her reaction would be in the morning, when she realised what she had said. A grin spread over his face. Oh yes, he would tease her mercilessly – he could already see the beginning of a wonderful friendship.


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Sooo, here I am again, I hope you liked it.

For anyone who was wondering why Harry is acting not so mature and serious as his upbringing with the elves my suggest, here's why: Harry has never had the chance to be around people his age, wich is a very important part of growing up and socializing. He only had the chance to really talk to peers when he visited Esgaroth wich didn't happen to often. Now that Ginny is here, he wants her to like him, which is only natural - he literally doesn't have any friends his age. He acts like that because that's how he's seen the people his age interact - carefree and joking. He automatically assumes that that's normal and in order to be accepted by Ginny, he acts just like that. He's not really doing that consciously, it's just an automatic reaction because everyone ants to fit in and be accepted by his peers. One should also consider that he is the son of James Potter, mischief and a little childish sense of Humor flow through his veins.

Whew, I just wrote that text for the second time since I accidentally deleted it before.

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Thanks for your comment :)

Star Iron:

Hmm, I'll see how I can fit it into the story, you're right, it would certainly be funny.

Joe Lawyer:

Thanks for pointing it out. I wasn't sure if it was centuries or millennia, so I just went by centuries in order to not exaggerate. The site I went on didn't say anything concrete, so I really didn't know any more.

That question is the same as 'why go and do a behind-the-scenes-tour in a motorcycle factory when there is a truck-factory in town'

Thanks, I hope you'll enjoy the next chapters, too. I did all of that on purpose. I will talk about Harry and his accomplishments with magic in later chapters.

Kairan1979:

Well, you can find out by reading the story ;)

Guest:

Who or what do you mean? I hope this chapter answered your question, because I didn't really understand what you meant, sorry. Thanks for your review anyways :)

AutumnLeaves03:

Yep, somethings bound to go wrong without our 'Boy-who-lived'. Thanks for your support :)