I'm going with a ten page limit for my chapters. This is, of course, eleven. . .

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Albus Dumbledore was sitting at the head seat of the round table, waiting for the last four members of the Order to arrive.

And then the four teenagers showed up.

Harry Potter was walking forward. Ron Weasley was on his back, with Hermione Granger on his, and Ginny Weasley on top. Harry was walking like it was nothing.

They looked to come to a total of eleven feet tall. Ron was singing, but suddenly stopped. "Harry! You have gray hair!" Ron yelled.

"I know," said Harry simply.

"You know, and you haven't told me? I'm your best mate! I should know these things!" Ron said.

"Riiiiight. Only if you promise not to have more than two kids," Harry said. "Will you get off of me now?"

"Not until you tell us why you pimp slapped Dean Tomas," said Ron.

"You do know that you're only five hundred pounds put together, right? I could do chin ups right now," said the Boy-Who-Lived.

Albus stood up. "Today, we have a new member joining us. Quentin Bar is an Auror, and will be one of our insights into the ministry. As is our custom, Quentin must duel somebody, so we know where he stands on a dueling level. Quentin, who do you wish to duel?" Albus asked.

Quentin was a rather tall man, maybe an inch or two shorter than Albus himself. He had a lean look to him, and brown hair. His razor sharp eyes were deep, dark blue. His answer was instant.

"Harry Potter."

THUD

Ron Weasley had fallen off of Harry, laughing. He took the two girls with him, too.

"Harry'd tear you a new arsehole, man. Don't even try. Harry fights dirty. And he's an Elf, so he's got the whole balance thing going for him. Don't try," said Ron. Quentin drew himself up.

"Harry Potter," repeated the Auror

"This requires popcorn!" the twins said in unison.

Albus had been hoping that the man would name anybody but Harry.

"Fine. Harry, if you would." Harry raised a hand, and everyone who had been sitting in the table was now in stands on either side of the hall. A long area was left open, for the dueling area.

Harry and Quentin stood on opposite sides, ready to duel.

"Your terms? Usually I duel until death, but I don't think that wise in this situation. How abut until the other is unconscious? Or, one of my personal favorites, until one is choking to death on their own blood?" Harry seemed to smile as Quentin seemed to wet himself mentally. He obviously seemed to be rethinking his decision.

"I think it will be first unconscious," Albus said. Harry shrugged, and Quentin nodded, rather frantically. "On the count of three. One…"

Before another word was uttered, Harry had Quentin stunned, petrified, gagged, and held at sword point.

"Wow. For an Auror, he sucks. No, he just sucks in general," said Harry. The dark haired man undid all of his curses. Quentin opened his eyes.

"HEY! He didn't wait for three!"

"No bloody Death Eater will adhere to niceties, Bar. Try again."

This time, Albus didn't get to one, and both men attacked. Harry, having quicker reflexes, dodged. Quentin was hit in the leg with a cutting hex.

It was this moment that Albus truly realized how brutal and ruthless Harry could be.

Quentin finally fell, bleeding heavily from everywhere. Harry just knelt beside the man, and began healing him. The Boy-Who-Lived was muttering about idiot, untrained Aurors. Quentin woke up, looking around frantically.

"I say that we give him a desk job, with minimal dueling involved." People just stared at Harry, both in awe and fear. "What?"

"Harry," Ron started, "he's a top rated Auror. He left Hogwarts at the top of his class. He's killed hundreds of wannabe dark lords. Quentin Bar is a legend."

"Man. This is a serious example of stories getting blown out of proportion. This nutter couldn't take out a sack of rubbish. Top Auror. Psh."

"Harry. He's Mad Eye's prodigy. He's never lost a bloody duel in his forty five years of life!"

"Ain't so undefeated now, is he?" Harry sneered.

"It was a fluke! You cheated! My-"

"Yes, I know. Your dog died, your wand is at the cleaners, the shine off Dumbledore's forehead distracted you. Blah, blah, blah. Face it. You lost to a seventeen year old." Harry stood and half turned.

Albus paled when he heard Quentin's next words. He nearly fell over in shock, in fact.

"You little son of a bloody mudblood! You should have died with your worthless parents, you FREAK! You're not even human! Go back to the kitchens, you Elf!" Quentin yelled. Harry stopped, and when he turned around again, Albus drew a sharp breath.

It wasn't Harry staring down at the fallen Auror. It wasn't even human. This creature had glaring red eyes, and his skin was so pale it was almost translucent, his veins were visibly through the skin. His ears came to a sharper point, and his teeth were bared, sharp and dangerous.

He wasn't speaking English when he picked Quentin up by the throat, choking the life out of him. It was a language that sounded dark and evil, echoing menacingly in the hall, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.

Both Albus and Gandalf went forward. Together they were barely able to pull Harry off of Quentin.

"Harry! That is not possible! The leg can't possibly reach that far," Gandalf said. Albus had a tight hold on Harry's arms. When Gandalf let go, Albus had to double his grip. Now Albus had his arms wrapped around Harry from behind, while Gandalf helped Quentin.

"Harry, calm down. Harry…" Albus continued to speak into Harry's unhearing ear. Finally, Ron walked forward and punched Harry square in the face.

Harry stopped struggling, and slumped back against Albus. Harry's nose was bleeding heavily. Ron turned his face to Albus.

"That bastard is not joining," the red head growled darkly. Albus shook his head, then looked Ron in the eye.

"What happened to Harry?"

"Well, he's an Elf. But he's not a normal Elf. He's an Ater Elf. A Dark Elf. While generally nice, and very like Light Elves, Dark Elves get angry, and can kill instinctually. He's only dangerous if he's angry, though. Otherwise, he's a normal Elf. It also takes a LOT to anger him," Ron explained. Albus nodded.

He began to carry/drag Harry out of the hall.

"How much does this child weigh?" huffed Albus. Ron helped Albus carry Harry to the hospital wing.

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Albus stayed with Harry, until the young man woke up. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had been thrown out a half an hour before.

"Mmmmggghmm," was the first thing Harry said. Albus had to try hard to suppress laughter. Harry was trying to fit his entire body under his pillow, and was having a difficult time of it. Albus pulled the pillow away from Harry and got "Mrrrrgroewhmmpft," in reply.

Albus sprayed Harry with water, and in reply to that, he got a very jaguar-like growl. Albus sat in shock. NEVER had water failed to wake someone up. Then Albus had an idea.

He summoned Harry's sword to him. He began to unsheathe it, when Harry sat straight up, glaring and growling.

"It is about time you woke up, Harry," Albus said. Harry didn't stop glaring. Albus turned serious. "Harry would you mind explaining what happened at the meeting?"

"Um, I'll bet all the money I have that Ron's already told you." Harry seemed very uncomfortable at this point. "MADAM POMFREY!" Harry suddenly yelled, nearly causing Albus to jump out of his skin.

It seemed the hospital matron had been surprised, too. She came hurrying out, looking panicked. It was quite early in the morning, so she looked to be dressed in nightclothes.

"What is it, Potter?" she asked, seeing nothing wrong.

"Can I get out of here? I have better things to do," Harry said. Poppy Pomfrey looked enraged, but agreed to let Harry go.

Harry stood, and walked towards the door. Albus followed him, grabbing his arm, and leading the other man to his office. Harry sighed, but didn't protest.

Once both of them were seated in Albus' office, Harry answered his question without being asked.

"I'm usually very good at controlling my emotions, but my race is not generally know for having great tempers. I did some research on it in the library the other day. Fascinating, really. Apparently I have some wicked powers," Harry said. There was an odd light in Harry's eye that Albus couldn't explain.

"As in?" Albus prompted.

"Oh. I don't know. All the book said was that Dark Elves have some wicked powers. It seemed a bit unprofessional to me, but, oh well," Harry said, shrugging. Albus pondered this for a second.

"Well, I believe discovery these powers will be an adventure unto itself, hm? Harry, would a calming potion help you when you became angry?" Albus asked. Harry was silent for an answer, before nodding.

"I think it would. Why?" Harry asked.

"For the safety of the school, I want you to have a calming potion on you at all times. Is that clear?" Harry nodded. "Good. How are your classes going?"

"The students of this generation are horridly spoiled. Most of them can't be helped. They just refuse to work. The laziness I saw in them…" Harry growled slightly in the back of his throat.

Albus couldn't help laughing. "Do you know just how much you sound like Severus right now?" He laughed harder when Harry glared at him. Harry muttered something, most likely something rude, under his breath, then smiled. That scared Albus more.

"Oh, Professor, you are coming my class in the morning, are you not?"

"Yes…" Albus said skeptically. Harry just smiled. "Why?" Albus asked, worried.

"Oh, no reason. No reason at all," Harry said. The humor in his eyes vanished, and Albus leaned foreword a bit.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Albus asked, skeptically.

"As well as can be," Harry replied. He suddenly sounded tired, and fit to collapse.

"Honestly, this time, Harry," Albus said, sternly, "are you alright?" Harry rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"Not exactly," Harry said, his voice quiet. "It's rather hard to cope, knowing that you have a basic killer instinct, you know? I- I don't enjoy killing people. I just… I don't know. It's just… a reaction," Harry whispered. Albus saw a flash of shame in Harry's eyes before the other man looked down, staring at the floor. "I just don't know how to feel anymore!" Harry barked, at the unsuspecting floor.

"In what way do you mean? You no longer have emotions, or you don't know which emotions are suitable?" Albus asked, letting his worry slip into his voice.

"The second one," Harry said, causing Albus to sigh in relief. "My emotions just never seem to fit the situations I'm in. Neville's toad died yesterday, and I was cracking up like it was the funniest thing to ever happen!" Harry sounded quite disgusted, and Albus became very worried, quickly.

"Harry, have you been sleeping properly?" Albus asked.

"Of course I have. In a bed and everything," Harry snapped. The younger man sighed. "I'm sorry. That was rather rude."

"How long do you sleep every night?" Albus asked.

"One, two hours, maybe," replied Harry.

"Well, Merlin, Harry! No wonder you've had problems with controlling your emotions! You need to sleep more!" Harry nodded, not entirely surprised by the reaction.

"I suppose. I just don't have the time, anymore. And when I do sleep it's usually…" Harry trailed off, still not looking at Albus. The Headmaster leaned foreword, resting his elbows against his desk.

"It's usually what, Harry?" Albus prompted.

"…Not peaceful," finished Harry.

"How so?" asked Albus. Harry gave a short, hollow laugh.

"You sound like my shrink," the teen said. Before Albus could say anything, Harry continued. "I have constant nightmares. They are not… pleasant. Then I wake up and teach snotty kids how to kill someone with a sword. I'm surprised I haven't had a mental breakdown."

"Harry, you are the most amazing person I know," Albus said. Albus could sense that Harry had rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Harry. You have an ability to love like I've never seen before. You effect everybody around you, and they have no choice but to instantly like you," explained Albus.

"What time is it?" Harry was obviously uncomfortable with the topic.

"Half past five in the morning," answered Albus. Harry jumped to his feet.

"WHAT!? I have-"

"Sit down, Harry," Albus ordered. Harry sat, glaring at Albus. "You used a lot of your magical reserves last night. You don't need to be teaching right now. Ronald will handle it."

"Ron couldn't handle it if you paid him overtime. Now I sound like Eyebrows," Harry muttered. Albus leaned back in his chair, sighing. Fawkes seemed to mimic his emotions perfectly.

"Fine. I'll let you teach today, but if I say you need to rest, you will rest. Do you understand?" Albus asked, sternly. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Come on, we have to go. I'm not going to be late. Just… no," said Harry, standing up to leave the office. Albus followed him down to the Great Hall.

As soon as the two walked through the doors, Ron pointed to the Headmaster. Harry whipped around, and Albus saw the boy smirk.

"Well, well, well," Harry said, still smirking. "You think yourself above the rules, Headmaster?" Albus raised an eyebrow. Quite a few of the students in the hall laughed. "Your robes," Harry said.

Albus looked down. What was wrong with his robes…? Oh. They were red and gold. Gryffindor House colors. Before Albus could look up, his robes were a horrid mixture of lime green, pink, lilac, orange, and mildew blue. Albus twitched.

"You know the rules, Professor. No house colors in this class," Ron said. He clapped his hands together. "We still have fifteen minutes before class, yet everyone is here. Why?"

"Well. . ." Dean Thomas started, looking a bit nervous. "Some of us looked up Elves," his eyes flickered to a few nearby Ravenclaws, "and we found out that they can do some pretty amazing magic. We were hoping to be able to see some," Dean finished, blowing out a breath.

"Did you have an Elf in mind?" Ron asked. Seamus stepped foreword.

"Harry, of course. He's the only Elf I know," the Irishman said.

"I'll do you one better. YO, EYEBROWS! You can come out of the shadows!" Harry yelled. The tall Elf stepped foreword, startling most of the people in the hall.

"How did you know I was there?" Elrond asked, ignoring the nickname.

"Dude, it's impossible to not notice your scowl. You might as well just get a flashing neon sing that says 'I'm staring at you angrily'. Well, come on hen, let's seem some magic," Harry said. Elrond stepped foreword even more, and Harry conjured himself a stool and sat down. Elrond cleared his throat, and looked around the hall full of eager students.

"Elves are quite unlike any other race of people. We are immortal, naturally. One thing different about us, is, of course, that most of us don't have magic. We are all, what you mortals call, Elementals. Every Elf can control all four elements, but we usually only master one or two. Light Elves usually have dark eyes, and Dark Elves usually have eyes that are colors like green, blue, and yellow. Would you car to see and Elf Duel?" everybody nodded. Harry stood up, and stood in front of Elrond, smirking in an evil manor. "Legolas, please. . ." Nobody missed the flash of worry in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm a good three thousand years older than Harry. I think he needs a chance to practice, you know," Legolas said. Elrond sighed.

"Fine. Tell my daughter I loved her. . ." his last statement was mumbled.

Harry attacked first. He sent a large gust of air at the other Elf, blowing him back a few feet. Elrond's long dark hair became a just little less perfect, and Harry smirked. Harry knew that Elrond's strength was water, and Harry knew that his was fire.

As those evened each other out, Harry had decided to throw him off with wind.

The raging duel than ensued stunned, shocked, and frightened a good many people. Elrond finally surrendered, and Harry checked the time. It was exactly the start of class.

"Today, we will start to work with bows. Legolas, did you want to demonstrate?" Harry asked. The tall, light haired Elf swiftly got to his feet, smiling softly.

Legolas explained how to hold and use a bow, while Harry and Ron conjured targets in the air and fired at them. Suddenly, Ron turned and shot an arrow at Harry.

"Bleeding hell!" Harry growled. "Why in hell do I have an arrow in my shoulder?"

"I wanted to see what you would do. . ." Ron said.

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Luck you! I posted this because we have 227 days till the fifth movie comes out!

I have the next chapter written, too, but it has to be almost totally redone. I slipped into my old habit of making Albus evil. . . Can't have that. . .

TO ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS BEFORE YOU ASK!

Elrond and Harry are evenly matched in power. Elrond surrendered because he knew Harry wouldn't. Ever.

For every twelve hours that passed on Earth, a year passed in Middle Earth. While Middle Earth is visiting Earth, every year on Earth is a day in Middle Earth.

Albus won't be evil.

Draco, Snape, and Remus will play a major role in the end.

Harry hasn't chosen between mortality and immortality yet. Shh, don't tell his friends.

Harry can go so long without sleep by feeding off of his power, and Pepper Up Potions. Can you say heart problems…?

I don't know if Ron is evil or not. My muse hasn't let me in on the secret. Sorry.

Stress causes gray hair. I have a friend who's had gray hair since he was thirteen. You know, not !GRAY! but gray specks here and there. I find it very amusing to pluck his gray hairs when I get bored. . .


POLL QUESTION! VERY IMPORTANT!

Is Auror pronounced:

A) Are-er

B) Or-er

C) Are-er

D) Or-er

E) Other, specify.

With your answer, leave what country you're from, please. This is for a story I'm writing.


I'll post again before next week. Happy (very late) Thanksgiving! Well, it's still November, at least. . .

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