DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. This story is not a plot bunny, neither to be used or to be further developed by anyone.
A/N. Just a very short Chapter to let you know: I am planning to end this story, which is maybe not so popular, but I like it a lot. I know it has a small following so here goes. By the way, I finish most of them unless there is very little interest.
A forest- Germany 1984
Nearby a hunting lodge built in the 19th century, a tall male encased in a block of ice opened his eyes. He felt his half-brother, Izquiel was looking trying to find the beauty that had called to him. He sent a feeler and saw the problem, a human couple with a child, not a child, his niece, and Izquiel was going to find them.
He took a chance and sent them a warning, to run as fast as they could. His niece, a little female, he hoped that one day he could meet her. He hoped that he could reach the mother, she could be his, one she would, he hoped.
He heard Izquiel's people and went into the spirit world.
1998- January- Same place
"Thomas, I think all is safe here. We need to get the place ready and get our princess. Those evil wizards nearly killed us, here it is safer."
The tall male felt the humans, they had returned, it was unfortunate because Izquiel's people would find them since they had marked the place as a possibility.
He 'talked' to the Grangers and was sorry to lie to them. Using a voice known to them, he guided them to an old portal into a safe place, the same where he had sent the beauty a while back. Time had no meaning for him.
Gertrude and Thomas heard Hermione's mother, she was telling them that the lodge wasn't safe and where to go.
No far for the lodge, a pair of beings were posted waiting to see who came back. They missed the Grangers, by a few minutes but were glad that the couple was gone because Izquiel people were there as well. They disappeared into the woods, not wanting to be seen.
"Thomas, look," Gertrude Granger pointed her finger at a bed of moss inside the giant tree, "Hermione's mother, she is wearing the same clothes."
They approached her, "She is so beautiful, our girl looks like her human version, we shouldn't have left her. I know our princess tried to erase our minds, but it didn't work. I worry about her." Thomas touched the mother's hand. He was holding his wife's hand. "Is she dead? Feel, she is as cold as ice."
Gertrude grabbed the mother's wrist to see if she could feel a pulse, but before either could say another word, both collapsed on the soft moss growing all around. Perfect timing, the frozen Elven King thought.
Minutes later, Izquiel's people had sensed the humans and tried to follow the trail, but there was no sign of life anywhere.
The Grangers had walked from the main house, leaving the car and their luggage inside the vehicle left in the garage. Nobody had seen them come.
Years later, when a group of his Elven was looking for their king, he was able to send them a message before he was blocked. "Izquiel's daughter lives, find her people. Her parents' name is…"
Inside a three, a human couple and the Dweller princess lay in dreamless sleep, barely alive. It was how it should be.
Dower's House Malfoy Manor
A few days had passed since the Stag race when someone rang the bell at the dower's house. That was most unusual, Hermione pulled her wand, Balthasar still laying low, hid in the dark behind.
She opened the door and saw a shorter version of Balthasar, but he looked a little older. He was dressed in odd clothes. A mix of early 20th Century and Wizarding robes, he looked at her, assessing her carefully.
"My request might sound odd, you might wonder how I went thru the complex wards, I didn't. I used to live here, long ago, and I came thru other paths. I want to look at a couple of portraits…"
Hermione lifted her hand, "First, before you go any further, what is your name?"
"My name is not relevant," he started before he was interrupted.
"But it is, but it is, my dear brother." Balthasar was pointing an arrow straight into the heart of the newcomer.