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Elvish = :Elvish:
The Great Lina Inverse In:
How Harry Found out His Past Life Was Female
or
Lina Inverse Rides Again
A.K.A.
FATE SUCKS
Fleur Delacour was walking towards the magical entrance of L'Ambroisie, a five star French restaurant known for its elegance and expense. The towering building, quite unlike most of the magical city of Little Paris, was made of marble and granite. The doors, made of unbreakable glass, were a magical sight in themselves. Crawling in the glass were magical pictures of what the world of the fae looked like, provided by the high elves who owned the establishment. Very seldom did one see anything from Faerie and when you did you were always drawn to it. As a Veela she had protection against the magics of Faerie, but humans didn't. She shook her head clear, she was going to meet Dudley's family today. Walking in she saw the Maitre'd and spoke softly in Elvish, ":Table for Evans:."
":Right this way, Veela Delacour:" Spoke the surprised Elf, who resisted the urge to check to see if his ears were hidden from the Wizards and Witches. Fleur let the understandable reaction go, not all of the magicals here were French and outside of France few magicals were as accepting of magical creatures as those inside. Even now she was getting dirty looks for her obvious heritage. Letting herself be led to the most elegant seating she saw Dudley and resisted the urge to hug the young man. "Evans table your guest has arrived," The elf said, smiling at the powerful beings before him, "Please, don't hesitate to call if you need anything."
"Thank you Razeel, consider the favour you owe me repaid," Petunia said smiling at the elf, as though a joke had been set between them.
"One down, a thousand more to go Sorceress Petunia the Black," The Maitre'd said smiling back warmly at the woman, "I take my leave."
Fleur was astonished, her surprise showing not on her face but within her tone, "Wat did 'ou do to 'ave an Elf of all beings owe a 'uman? Zey 'ate owing ze mortal races anyzing."
"I harboured a village of Elves twenty years ago when I was thirteen. It was during the last war between the Elves and the Fae," Petunia said flippantly, "I proceeded to fight off any Fae that came near enough to attempt to harm them."
Fleur nodded, all magical beings knew that the Elves and the Fae fought over Faerie grounds. The knowledge to create new pocket dimensions had been lost over time and the Elves and Fae often had children, overpopulation of the Faerie space had caused much conflict between the races. Originally, they had simply created a whole new dimension tied to this one, tying several other pocket worlds to it when the wanted, but slowly, after becoming complacent over the worlds they lost the knowledge to do so. The Elders, who remembered how, had either been killed by those who wanted war or died from magical exhaustion. "I zee, zo zou've zeen Faerie?" Fleur asked, puzzled as to how the woman had ever left the place.
"Yes, I've seen it. It was a horrible place when last I was there. The world is tied to its creators family and the realm I saw was a horrid place," a tear rolled down Petunia's cheek, "The family was sick and nearly dying, I healed them just in time to stop that world from not existing. That was when the war ended and Razeel pledged to repay me for all the Elvish lives I had directly saved."
"So that's why you're adamant about calling the brownies by their proper name," Harry said with a smile.
"Zou call ze brownies by zeir proper name?" Fleur said, less surprised than she had expected she would be.
"Of course," Dudley replied, "What else would you call a brownie? They don't mind being called house-elves but Elves mind the implied relation mum says."
"Children," Petunia said, "Let's order the appetizers. I don't' know about you, but I'm hungry and I am sure the young Delacour has yet to eat today."
The Veela blushed lightly, the sorceresses statement correct. She had been so excited to spend time with someone other than Gabrielle that she hadn't eaten breakfast. "I cou'd use a leetle food, Zank 'ou," Dudley smiled at her accent. It was much better than the year previous.
At that moment dishes of food appeared in front of them. Exotic in appearance and smell Fleur, Harry and Dudley weren't sure where they originated. Petunia merely smiled at the three, "Looks like Razeel wanted to really repay that favour. These are Elvish dishes that aren't too addictive for Witches and Wizards. As it is we should be fine as Dudley has an amulet on and the rest of us aren't Witches or Wizards."
Fleur looked at her confusedly, she knew Petunia was a Sorceress, but that meant that Harry was a Sorcerer. Even in France they had heard of how Harry Potter had been at Hogwarts, but Sorcerers weren't allowed at the magical school. She looked closely at the boy, knowing he wasn't a squib, "Eez 'Arry Part Creazure?"
"No, he is a sorcerer, why are you asking?" Petunia replied with her own question.
"Well 'e eez going to 'Ogwarts and 'Ogwarts Doesn't accept sorcerers," Fleur explained her thoughts, "'Ow did 'e get in?"
"Albus Dumbledore," Harry said darkly, "illegally bound me to his level, as it is impossible to bind a sorcerer down past the level of Magus."
(Quick A.N. I will be putting the Levels of Magic in the End Note: Thank you for you're patience, even if you don't actually have any and I'm annoying you.)
Fleur gasped, her shock shaking away her careful control, she started cursing loudly. Quickly Petunia put up a silencing bubble so that Fleur wouldn't be heard, "Fleur, Fleur," Petunia said, "It's all okay now. Albus is in prisoned in the guild and the corrupt ministry which allowed it to happen is being cleaned out." The now blushing, angry Veela was still muttering about things she wanted to do to the 'Evil Manipulative Goat-Fucker'.
Dudley was stunned, he had thought Fleur was beautiful, but that was nothing compared to how she looked when angry. Waving his hand discreetly he used a mild cold charm to calm down, if he had known that hormones would be so difficult to control he would have gotten an amulet just for that.
In the Sorcerers Guild prison, one Albus Dumbledore felt a shiver roll down his spine. He knew that if he ever got out of that place, he would die a spectacularly painful death. "Why can't anyone ever believe me when I say it was for the Greater Good!" He cried out, believing that yet another person in Britain had vowed to end his miserable life, "It's not like the brat would have died... Okay so he would have died but I would have killed Voldemort! I would have been the Leader of the Light!" His sobs were heard throughout the dungeons as silencing spells had been placed on the floor to prevent the annoying screams and sobs to be heard by the guild.
Okay so the Human Ranks of Magic are:
Muggle: 0
Squib:1-50
Hedgewitch/wizard:51-100
Initiate Wizard:101-150
Average Wizard:151-250
Adept Wizard:251-500
Magister:501-1000
Mage:1001-2000
Magus:2001-2501
Sorcerer:10000+
The most power a wizard can have is 2501, which is the amount of mana they can hold in their bodies without burning up. Burning up is the time in which a Wizard is destroyed from the inside out. The longest time it has ever taken a wizard to burn up from containing too much power is 10 seconds. Part humans, such as half elfs or half giants have a top score of 3000. Fae, Elves, and Goblins have a different Ranking system
Elvish Magic Ranks:
Base Line: 100-300
Novitiate: 301-400
Apprentice:401-600
Initiate:601-1000
Average: 1001-1500
Enchanter:1501-3000
Supreme:3001-10000
Merlin- a part human part elf and part demon was at the enchanter level. He may have gone farther had he not been trapped in a tree on the Isle of Grammarye. Some Wizards can't go past certain levels. Squibs will almost never go past the level of squib, those that do are extremely lucky and were most likely border-line hedge wizards and witches. The Gods aren't ranked do to the fact that if you tried your head would explode from the knowledge of a divine being. Thank you for your time: READ AND REVIEW