Harry Potter and the Song of the Elven Guardian
by AndromedaM13Titan

disclaimer: harry potter and company belong to j.k. rolwing, but heather ventar is my own character (who incase you read all my fan fics, tends to appear a lot but with different names... sometimes with the same names! aaaaaaah!!)

a/n: sorry for any typos, in advance! i tend to have lots of them, considering i never edit my work.
by the way, the beginning of this part begins with a dream, incase some of you might get lost.

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Part II: The Calling

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Harry could smell the curiosity in the air. The aura was curious. He looked about him and noticed that the fog that surrounded him was extremely thick; he could barely see a foot infront of him. He decided to walk about, to get familiar with his surroundings. Then, he heard it. A trumpet playing a soft, childish tune. Harry recognized this song, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Harry continued walking, until he bumped into something. When he looked up, the fog cleared, and he noticed the type of door it was; it was enormous and made of fine, carved marble. On the marble was carved some words that Harry couldn't decipher, for they were in some language alien to English. He pushed and the doors slowly creaked open, sounding older than Dumbledore himself. The inside of this mysterious dwelling was even more strange and unfamiliar.

The floors were a thinner and cleaner marble than that of the door, and the floor was checkered, much like a chess board. On either side of him stood enormous statues of beautifully carved stones, each one looking identical to the other. The statues were solemn faced and were very old looking. Large, stain glass windows glorified the walls of this castle-like building, and one more on the dome ceiling. In an instant, a horde of beautiful, silver butterflies flew about, their colors changing as each passed by one of the statues. Harry smiled, Hogwarts and London were nothing compared to this place.

"Harry Potter?" A voice called out from the darknened area of the castle. It was a soothing voice, just as music.

"I--I am he." Harry stuttered. "Who, may I ask, am I speaking with?"

The chandeliers hanging from the ceiling suddenly lit and the entire area was covered in light. Harry was amazed at the beauty. He turned and saw a throne, a girl sitting on it, one who looked almost like Heather except with much longer hair. Her ears were slightly pointed and she was exceedingly tall and slender. Her voice was lower than most girls' her age, and her eyes shimmered like the ocean sea. She was an elf.

Elves were legends, fables, characters only found in tales. However, Harry had renewed his interest in them when he arrived at Hogwarts. Afterall, if the Gringotts goblins could exist, why couldn't elves or fairy-folk? Harry bowed to the girl who was obviously a royal of some sort.

"There is no need," said the girl. "To bow to the likes of me. Mister Harry Potter, I have been watching you for quite some time. Rather, my people have. We have taken quite an interest in the Academy at Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry of which you attend. My father personally knew Dumbledore and all the other professors, and currently, we've a few students at the school. Do you know what I am, Harry?"

"An elf."

"And how do you know?"

"Your eyes give that away." Harry said. "They're blue, just like the ocean. Your ears are pointed, you are tall and slender, and your voice rings out like an instrument. I've read stories about your kind, I have become rather fascinated with these stories."

The girl smiled, "I am pleased with that. For a long time we disappeared from the eyes of humans. They had ceased to believe in us, and thus we found no reason to keep our race alive. We died from the Earth for a time, and what you see here is our hideout. These are the ancient ruins of the old Elven country."

"Excuse me," Harry said. "If you don't mind me asking, why exactly am I here? Have I done something? Are you in need of help?"

The girl got up from her throne and walked towards Harry. She was taller than him, though she must have only been his age. "Harry, my people... are dying. They are being captured by an unknown enemy, and there is nothing I can do, since my father no longer lives, and I have no mother. I pray, all the time, that perhaps someone will come and relieve my people from their pain. I have lived only a short time, I know, I am but a child, as are you. My powers are limited for now, and until I grow older, then I need help. I have sought that help in you."

"Me?" exclaimed Harry. "Why me? I'm a student, I've got friends... I am limited in my powers as well!"

"Mister Potter," The girl's voice was stern, almost like Harry's professor's. "I did not ask you to give up your life, or to sacrifice anything important to you. I just need your help, that is all. When you awaken you will think this merely a dream, it is not. It is a calling, I am calling you on behalf my people. We need you more than you think. Now, please, will you aid us?"

Harry looked straight into the girl's blue eyes. They were stern and determined, yet hopeful and sad. Harry knew that she had endured much. But how could he help her? He had to help Hogwarts already, and plus he had quidditch matches every now and then, homework, studying... how could be of aid if he was busy?

"I...I don't think I can."

The girl sighed, looking very disappointed. "I had put my faith in you, Potter. I see now the reason why we had disappeared from human eye for such a long time: you are not to be trusted." She took Harry's hand an put something in it. "Keep this. It will protect you from what is to come. When what will come vanishes, you will be called again to give this back." The girl suddenly disappeared as the silver butterflies came once again over Harry's head. He looked down at what she had given him, and he was shocked.

"The necklace..." Harry held it infront of him. "The gem." His scar began to sting violently and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

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Harry woke up with in a start. Night was still upon them, for the moon was still high in a dark velvet sky. "Ouch!" He whispered, as he was getting up. Something had stung him in his hand, and when he opened it, he saw on his palm the gem which had been given to him by the girl. "It wasn't a dream." Harry looked out the window and got up, continuing towards Hedwig's cage. He took out the animal and began to pet it, as he sighed and sat down next in the window.

The girl's voice rang through his head, 'Harry, my people... are dying. They are being captured by an unknown enemy, and there is nothing I can do...' His heart was breaking, silently, for he decided he had been selfish to let her go without telling her he would help her people. Now a people was going to die once more, and eventually, vanish from the Earth.

Harry clutched onto the gem, holding it tightly as he continued to stare at the moon. "Well, it's too late now, Harry. There was nothing you could do and nothing you can do now. So don't worry." He sighed. "Who am I kidding, an entire race is going be wiped out because of me!" He got up, put Hedwig back in his cage, and walked to his bed, falling back asleep. The day ahead of him was going to be a tough one, he could sense it.

onward, to part III!

a/n: likie? i like the dream. it's mysterious. i like the castle too. in order to like it, though, you have to imagine it as you read. pieces will be put together as you read, trust me. i work that way.