Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I also do not the concept of Draconians, as I got that off of Escaflowne, which I do not own as I have forgotten to state in my last 20 or so chapters. Also I don't own Legend of Dragoon, or any of its characters, where I got the idea of the armor from. Also, forgot to mention in last chapter, I don't own the title 'Demon King', I got that off of Dragon Ball Z, which I don't own.
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'thoughts'
"Speaking"
Chapter 25
Harry woke around dawn the next day and could not go back to sleep. He lay there, contemplating his future with Hermione. He lay there, unconsciously stroking Hermione's hair, for a good half hour before he decided to get up. He carefully moved Hermione, so he could get up without waking her.
He went into the bathroom to take a shower. He stepped in and turned the tap on hot. He stood there, letting the hot water run down his body, thinking about the upcoming fight. Finally, he finished showering and got out. He came back into the room in a pair of boxers, toweling his messy hair.
"Harry?"
Harry stopped toweling and lifted his eyes up to the bed. Hermione had woken up and missed his presence. He smiled softly at her and turned to the dresser. He pulled out some clothes that were unfamiliar to Hermione. After Harry had finished it was all Hermione could do to stay conscious.
He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and tan pants (think of Van's outfit on the Escaflowne series). He had replaced his regular shoes with dragon hide boots, also dyed black. He was wearing black finger gloves and his Gryffindor sword was strapped to his back in a sheath.
When he turned his back to her, Hermione noticed there were two large slits, purposely put there, in the back of his shirt. Hermione slowly got out of bed and changed clothes. She wore baggy robes to hide her pregnency, but other than that she wore her regular clothes. Harry offered her his arm and she accepted.
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Dumbledore had arranged for a portkey to the Elven City by ways of agreement with the King. Hermione was nervous about meeting her real father, but hey, who could blame her. She had never met him, also he's a king, and she's pregnant at sixteen, who wouldn't be nervous.
Harry didn't like the idea of her traveling by portkey in her condition, but she told him she could handle it. Harry wasn't convinced and Hermione was at the end of her short rope of patience with him.
"Harry, dammit! I'm not made of china! I am not going to break! So stop acting like I will!"
Harry looked at her shocked before nodding only once.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I don't want to loose either one of you."
Hermione smiled at him softly just before they grabbed the portkey and was greeted by the familiar nausating effects of portkey travel.
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The two slammed down in the outskirts of the Elven City rather harshly. Harry stood with a groan and looked around concernedly for Hermione, who was flat on her back, hand held to her forehead, groaning.
"Are you two okay?!" Harry asked her, almost frantically, as he gently helped Hermione onto her feet.
"I'm fine and, I don't know how I know, but the baby's fine as well," Hermione replied softly.
"Whoa!" Hermione cried out after turning around, "Is that it?!"
"That?" Harry asked, also after turning around, pointing toward the large city that was built on trees and cliffs, "Yeah, but if you think that's grand, wait until you see the palace."
The two walked for what seemed like forever before they arrived at the edge of the magnificent city. As they walked along the bridges that ran along the trees to the cliffs, where the palace laid, a large group of Elves appeared. Adults, children, some Harry and Hermione's age, ancient ones, and babies, all appeared.
"You!" someone yelled out, rudely and angrily, "Demon King! It's bad enough that you have to be here! But to bring in outside garbage along with you! You should be put down like the worthless creature you are and your trash with you!"
There was quite a few fearful gasps from the crowd. Harry turned to the offender with smoldering eyes.
"Speak lowly of me if you will, but should this be spoken to the King. He will have your head for insulting the Princess of Elves, Hermione!"
As soon as Hermione's name was uttered, the Elf who'd insulted her turned whiter than a sheet and started mumbling apologies. Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry, who shrugged helplessly before the two continued onward toward the palace.
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Hermione gasped, Harry hadn't been kidding. The Elven Palace was more grand than the city by a long shot. As they walked into the spacious courtyard two Elven guards rushed forth to oppose their intrusion, but Harry stopped them by stepping in front of Hermione.
"We are here on offical business with the King," Harry stated with authority.
"What proof have you?" one guard asked harshly.
"I am the proof," Salavan stated regally as he stepped from the shadows of the palace, "And the girl is the Princess, though she does not look it."
The two guards immediately fled from their sight. Salavan sneered at Harry, nodded his head in indication they sound follow, turned on his heel and walked away. Harry and Hermione slowly followed and soon found themselves in the presence of the King.
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"Greetings to you, your Royal highness," Harry stated formally.
"State your business here creature," the King stated coldly, "So you will leave here quickly and I can get your stench of foul magic from my palace and courtyard."
"Father!" Hermione scolded, letting it slip out before she could stop herself.
"He is here to duel me for Hermione," Salavan explained, his voice as cold as his father's.
"Salavan! You fool!" the King thundered, "If any innocent Elves are injured or killed because of your foolish arrogance then I will personally sent to your punishment!"
"Yes father," Salavan replied automatically, "But I will not lose!"
"When and where is this to take place?" the King asked him tonelessly.
"In two hours, in the courtyard."
"Type?"
"Elven to the death," Harry stated coldly.
"Very well," Sirocco replied.
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Sirocco=Storm
de=(Spanish 'of')
Sortilege=Magic
*Sounds*
^actions within thoughts^
'thoughts'
"Speaking"
Chapter 25
Harry woke around dawn the next day and could not go back to sleep. He lay there, contemplating his future with Hermione. He lay there, unconsciously stroking Hermione's hair, for a good half hour before he decided to get up. He carefully moved Hermione, so he could get up without waking her.
He went into the bathroom to take a shower. He stepped in and turned the tap on hot. He stood there, letting the hot water run down his body, thinking about the upcoming fight. Finally, he finished showering and got out. He came back into the room in a pair of boxers, toweling his messy hair.
"Harry?"
Harry stopped toweling and lifted his eyes up to the bed. Hermione had woken up and missed his presence. He smiled softly at her and turned to the dresser. He pulled out some clothes that were unfamiliar to Hermione. After Harry had finished it was all Hermione could do to stay conscious.
He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt and tan pants (think of Van's outfit on the Escaflowne series). He had replaced his regular shoes with dragon hide boots, also dyed black. He was wearing black finger gloves and his Gryffindor sword was strapped to his back in a sheath.
When he turned his back to her, Hermione noticed there were two large slits, purposely put there, in the back of his shirt. Hermione slowly got out of bed and changed clothes. She wore baggy robes to hide her pregnency, but other than that she wore her regular clothes. Harry offered her his arm and she accepted.
~~~~~~~~~
Dumbledore had arranged for a portkey to the Elven City by ways of agreement with the King. Hermione was nervous about meeting her real father, but hey, who could blame her. She had never met him, also he's a king, and she's pregnant at sixteen, who wouldn't be nervous.
Harry didn't like the idea of her traveling by portkey in her condition, but she told him she could handle it. Harry wasn't convinced and Hermione was at the end of her short rope of patience with him.
"Harry, dammit! I'm not made of china! I am not going to break! So stop acting like I will!"
Harry looked at her shocked before nodding only once.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I don't want to loose either one of you."
Hermione smiled at him softly just before they grabbed the portkey and was greeted by the familiar nausating effects of portkey travel.
~~~~~~~~~
The two slammed down in the outskirts of the Elven City rather harshly. Harry stood with a groan and looked around concernedly for Hermione, who was flat on her back, hand held to her forehead, groaning.
"Are you two okay?!" Harry asked her, almost frantically, as he gently helped Hermione onto her feet.
"I'm fine and, I don't know how I know, but the baby's fine as well," Hermione replied softly.
"Whoa!" Hermione cried out after turning around, "Is that it?!"
"That?" Harry asked, also after turning around, pointing toward the large city that was built on trees and cliffs, "Yeah, but if you think that's grand, wait until you see the palace."
The two walked for what seemed like forever before they arrived at the edge of the magnificent city. As they walked along the bridges that ran along the trees to the cliffs, where the palace laid, a large group of Elves appeared. Adults, children, some Harry and Hermione's age, ancient ones, and babies, all appeared.
"You!" someone yelled out, rudely and angrily, "Demon King! It's bad enough that you have to be here! But to bring in outside garbage along with you! You should be put down like the worthless creature you are and your trash with you!"
There was quite a few fearful gasps from the crowd. Harry turned to the offender with smoldering eyes.
"Speak lowly of me if you will, but should this be spoken to the King. He will have your head for insulting the Princess of Elves, Hermione!"
As soon as Hermione's name was uttered, the Elf who'd insulted her turned whiter than a sheet and started mumbling apologies. Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry, who shrugged helplessly before the two continued onward toward the palace.
~~~~~~~~~
Hermione gasped, Harry hadn't been kidding. The Elven Palace was more grand than the city by a long shot. As they walked into the spacious courtyard two Elven guards rushed forth to oppose their intrusion, but Harry stopped them by stepping in front of Hermione.
"We are here on offical business with the King," Harry stated with authority.
"What proof have you?" one guard asked harshly.
"I am the proof," Salavan stated regally as he stepped from the shadows of the palace, "And the girl is the Princess, though she does not look it."
The two guards immediately fled from their sight. Salavan sneered at Harry, nodded his head in indication they sound follow, turned on his heel and walked away. Harry and Hermione slowly followed and soon found themselves in the presence of the King.
~~~~~~~~~
"Greetings to you, your Royal highness," Harry stated formally.
"State your business here creature," the King stated coldly, "So you will leave here quickly and I can get your stench of foul magic from my palace and courtyard."
"Father!" Hermione scolded, letting it slip out before she could stop herself.
"He is here to duel me for Hermione," Salavan explained, his voice as cold as his father's.
"Salavan! You fool!" the King thundered, "If any innocent Elves are injured or killed because of your foolish arrogance then I will personally sent to your punishment!"
"Yes father," Salavan replied automatically, "But I will not lose!"
"When and where is this to take place?" the King asked him tonelessly.
"In two hours, in the courtyard."
"Type?"
"Elven to the death," Harry stated coldly.
"Very well," Sirocco replied.
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Sirocco=Storm
de=(Spanish 'of')
Sortilege=Magic