A/N: Fair warning, in this chapter the M-rating comes into play since there is mentions of nudity and sex. No actual described lemony goodness yet, but maybe in the future.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any associated products, those belong to J.K Rowling.


The forest around here was dense… uncommonly so. Any one person who studied botany or something equal would simply suggest that this was an oddity of the forest itself. Can't really fault a normy for not realizing that this entire part of the forest was protected by magic older than the first Wizards.

It was here that Harry seemed to fade back into existence. As soon as he had fully materialized, Harry fell to his knees as he tried desperately to catch his breath.

"Urgh… I hate warping…" he mumbled as he felt his lunch threatening to make a grand reappearance.

He forced himself to his feet and looked around; the area wasn't much different from his original visit to it. In fact… the place looked to have aged remarkably in his absence.

"Well, well, well… the prestigious child returns…" came a voice from the trees

Harry felt himself being forced back to his knees. A magical presence enveloped him and cold sweat broke over his entire body.

"Surely the child isn't so foolish as to have lost his staff? Not after I went to such great lengths to make it for him?" asked the voice in an almost teasing tone

Harry's vision had begun fading, his breathing was growing shallower by the second and he could have sworn that he felt a hand around his throat.

"Please… Mistress Amorpha… *cough* I did not intend to lose your gift" coughed Harry with the last of his strength

Thankfully he felt the hold around his neck loosen and the magical presence around him seemed to subside a little, just enough for him to regain his bearings and catch his breath.

"Poor misguided child… I warned you that trusting the glutton would end in disaster… why did you not listen to your sweet mistress when she so graciously went out of her way to gleam the time stream to give you that warning?" inquired the voice in a tone that mixed disappointment and ridicule

Harry didn't stand up again; rather instead he knelt even further down until his head touched the ground.

"I was young and foolish, my mistress, but I promise you I will not make the same mistake again…" replied Harry

From the shadows of the trees a figure emerged. It was a woman. The woman was 10 feet tall with obsidian black skin. Her hair was silver and flowed all the way down to her ankles. Her face was beautiful and calm but held a sharp edge that warned of danger, her pointy ears only adding to the effect. Though her eyes were perhaps her most daunting feature… they were blood red… nothing else, the entirety of her eyes were the same crimson color as the lifeblood that ran in Harry's veins.

She wore a silken sash that draped around her neck and down over her shapely breasts, the sash continued down and followed her sex around and between her soft butt cheeks, up her curved back until it finally reconnected with itself again at the slender neck of the woman. The sash itself was also a fantastic luminescent silver color which also gave it a transparent feature, thus allowing the woman's dark gray nipples to be seen through the thin fabric, much like her silver haired sex.

This woman was Amorpha, queen of the Dark Elves and ruler of the Ashwoods which Harry now stood in. Harry had met her in his previous life where he had gone through great lengths to have his staff built from the core of an Ash Oak, the symbol of Amorpha.

"You are right young child… you will never make such a mistake again. For if you do, I shall claim more than what was promised me the last time"

Amorpha walked forward and placed her hand on Harry's jaw, lifting him up to a standing position before she locked her eyes with the young Wizard.

Harry felt as if his mind was on fire as Amorpha displayed fully how displeased she was at his loss of his staff. When the torture was finally at an end, Harry dared not fall to his knees, fearing his mistress reaction.

"Hmm… now you are certainly too young for me to claim proper restitution for your transgression. So I guess I will settle for something more… simple"

A cold chill went down Harry's spine at the tone of his mistress. Had he only returned when he was of proper age he could have satisfied her urges and gotten away scot free. But no, he absolutely had to show up while he was still eleven…

"That girl that was sent back with you… you will make a future with her. I can see much come from that union, especially after she receives her own staff, built by me of course, so I think the price would be fitting. Your first born son shall be given to me; he shall be my servant through his youth and my personal pleasure tool for the remainder of his days. That sounds fair for breaking one of my creations, does it not, my little child?"

Amorpha then locked eyes with Harry again. He saw everything… Amorpha allowed him a small glimpse into the future and he saw his son, a strong boy, serving Amorpha and her council as she spoke on the current matters. The image then shifted to Amorpha's personal bedchamber, he saw his son underneath the Dark Elf queen and heard her cries of passion.

But he saw something else, something Amorpha surely had not intended for him to see. He saw his son, standing tall in armor darker than the void itself, wielding a lance granted only to the strongest of the Obsidian Guard. Next to him sat Amorpha in her throne, a small child with the same emerald orbs as Harry's own but skin as black as obsidian.

When Harry was thrust back into his own body, Amorpha thought the image sufficient for Harry to realize just what he had given up when he had smashed that staff against the pavement. Of course she didn't realize that she had also showed him the next Queen of the Dark Elven people, her own daughter… with Harry's son as the father.

"I take it you understand my price?"

Harry nodded once but kept his gaze firmly downward. He did not want to risk Amorpha seeing his smile, lest tipping her off that the deal had somehow turned in Harry's favor.

"I understand my mistress, and worry not. I shall convince my love to give up our son"

Satisfied that her price would be paid, Amorpha walked over to a tree and gently kissed it before apologizing. She then lifted her hand and smashed it into the tree itself, all the way to the core. When she ripped her hand out of the tree, she held in her hand a light gray staff that was approximately 4 feet in length with a spiral motif attached to the head of the staff.

"Behold young child, Thymea, Heart of the Forest. This is the staff that my ancestors used to shape the Ashwoods to what they are today. It is a sign of unity for the Dark Elves and the greatest weapon the royal house wields. Use it well, Harry, for Thymea will not serve those of a dark heart."

Reaching forward with shaky hands, Harry accepted the staff from Amorpha.

As soon as his hands grasped around the wood he felt a surge of power. For one glorious moment he felt as if he was one with the entirety of the Ashwoods. He could even feel the heart of Amorpha standing right next to him. How could she trust him with such power?

"My Mistress… not that I seek to belittle the gift you have granted… but why would you trust me, a mere mortal, with such great power?"

Harry felt his heart stop as Amorpha began laughing. It was as if the entire forest laughed with her, and her heavenly voiced carried higher and further than he had ever thought possible. He could even feel Thymea in his hand responding to the call of its queen.

"For a reason I cannot fathom, the Divines chose you to be reborn once more, my child. If the Divines trusted you with a second chance, then I shall ensure that you will not need a third."

Harry bowed deeply in thanks, he could not put words onto his gratitude. Though there was one thing that kept nagging him in the back of his mind, something he felt was wrong.

"Your mind is too easily read, young child. Though the Divines have the power to send souls back through the time stream, they hold no power over the Ashwoods. Here only the Dark Elves and our Goddess rule, here only the Goddess may change the flow of time. That is why I can remember our last encounter. That is why I trust you with Thymea. Make me proud, Harry Potter, herald of the Goddess."

With those words Harry felt his body being twisted and turned once more as he faded from the Ashwoods and back to where he originally departed.

Moments later, Harry reappeared in his dorm room, thankfully still alone. When he glanced at the time he realized that it was nearing dinner, and a few people probably wondered just where he hand vanished off to.

He felt a ripple in his hand and looked down upon Thymea as it shrunk slowly until it took on the shape of a regular ask gray wand with the same spiral design as it had in staff form.

"Neat" muttered Harry as he replaced his old wand with Thymea.

He looked down upon the supposed brother wand to Voldemort's own. He contemplated just throwing the thing in the black lake like he originally planned. But keeping this one around and just pretending to use it might be a better idea than flat out using a new wand that no one knows how he got.

Harry then quickly made his way down to the great hall, hoping to catch dinner. Thankfully he was right on time and he quickly found Vanessa sitting at the end of the table, holding a spot for him. He barely managed to sit down before Vanessa spoke.

"Where the hell have you been for the last few hours? Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

"I went to get something back which I had lost. I should have told you I was going but I was under a bit of time pressure. Did I miss something important?"

Vanessa seemed to relax once she realized he hadn't run of to do something stupid. She then put on a smile as she remembered what she had spoken with Professor Flitwick about.

"Yes I spoke with Flitwick after class and he seems to agree that I have a talent in charms. If I keep showing promise and improve he will consider me for the advanced classes. Aside from that… well the loud red-head got into a fight with the blonde ponce, aside from that… nothing."

"The part with Flitwick is fantastic, and with a bit of my help I'm sure you can get into those advanced classes quickly. The part about Ron and Draco doesn't surprise me; those two would probably hate each other in any timeline."

They then both fell into small talk as the food was served. Though through the entire dinner, Harry was trying to come up with a way to tell Vanessa about his visit to Amorpha… hell… he had to explain just who Amorpha was and how the Dark Elves fit into all of this too… great.


After Dinner Harry and Vanessa was called back up to Dumbledore's office to continue their chat. Though this time they could go on their own as they already knew the password for the day. Once they had entered the office, Dumbledore quickly conjured two chairs and gestured for them to sit down.

"Let's not waste any time. I have contacted the goblins regarding our problem and they are willing to speak with us sometime next month. From there I'm sure we can work out a schedule and proper planning for the location and safekeeping of the remaining Horcruxes until such a time when the goblins can destroy them."

Dumbledore opened the meeting with a bit of good news, hoping balance out any bad news that might follow either from Harry or himself.

"Well knowing my luck they will choose sometime around Halloween or some such equal stupidity. But it is good that they will even speak with us… I feared much worse too be honest."

Added Harry with a relieved sigh, he had honestly thought that the Goblins weren't going to accept a meeting with Wizard over something the Wizard considered a problem.

"But all else aside, how will you keep the Horcruxes safe once we collect them?"

"In all fairness, Albus I had considered simply waiting for next year to arrive, that way we can rid ourselves of the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets while also getting access to Slytherin's private chambers that he had built into the Chamber. Then we could use the Chamber to contain the Horcruxes until the time is right."

Dumbledore seemed to think it over for a while before nodding to himself. It was a good plan and it would allow them a bit of leeway to change their plans should something unexpected turn up. Now they just had to hold out this year, and hopefully get through everything without much trouble.

"Sounds like a plan Ace, now we just need to work over some of the smaller kinks in our lives. Namely the fact that you still need to contact your Aunt sometime before summer, I need to speak with my parents about a few details and then we should be good."

Harry rubbed his head tiredly "*Yawn* Yeah but we still have a year to work out all the details. If Voldemort posses Quirrel them my scar should let us know and then we can plan accordingly. But if anything else I think I would like to go to sleep now… I'm kind of tired."

"Of course, of course. You two scuttle off to bed, after all tomorrow is a school day."

After a quick exchange of pleasantries the two kids were on their way to their respective dorms to catch some shut eye. But when they finally got that far, Harry knew that he wasn't going to be getting much sleep. Whenever Amorpha had messed around in his mind he always had the weirdest dreams, quite often involving Amorpha herself and one of her many, many private perverse desires.

Harry was as usual correct and his night was filled with the image and sounds of a lustful Amorpha that certainly didn't spare any detail in how she wished to have her way with Harry, just like the first time they had met and he had "convinced" her to build his staff from her Ask Oak.

Of course Amorpha couldn't resist a good chance to jumble Harry's mind a little, so she had apparently included some rather interesting dream sequences involving Harry strapped to a chair and Vanessa doing some, by the look and sound of Amorpha, pleasurable things to his mistress.

Finally Harry was allowed to wake back up and he was for once quite happy that he remembered to put up every form of security charm that he had learned over the years. Because he wasn't really sure if he wanted his dorm mates to see him with a raging hard on from this early in the morning, though he had to do something about it before taking a shower because he was not listening to whatever stupid attempts at making jokes the upper years were going to try.

So it was roughly an hour later when Harry made his way into the Great Hall and found his usual spot next to Vanessa who looked him over once and then put on a pout of betrayal.

"What's wrong?" asked Harry as he grabbed his glass and took a swig of juice

"You went and wanked without me? That's so unfair, Ace! You know it's my time of the month!" replied Vanessa in Mandarin, which caused poor Harry to rather forcefully spray his newly drunk juice over the table. Thankfully no one was seated opposite of him yet, so only the table and bench got drenched in pumpkin juice.

"Well… there were some circumstances that kind of forced my hand… so to speak" replied Harry in shaky Mandarin

"Those circumstances wouldn't happen to have something to with a hot elf with black skin and red eyes would it?" asked Vanessa in a tone that Harry had heard too many times in his life, it was time fess up or lose his bits.


A/N: Well... two in one day, what do you know. Honestly people, hitting my head against the wall of my cell only did so much. In fact it just shook some ideas loose which made me write some more. Also i have recently made contact with the Moose, he has an odd fascination with red wallpaper.

-TheLemonsWillSeeYou