Disclaimer- Any recognizable characters or settings are developments of the utterly fantastic mind of JK Rowling. As well, the idea was taken from a role play I held with Par_Salin of Hex.
Prologue - Hatred Unravels
His seventh year at Hogwarts had come to pass. His childish dreams of becoming Head Boy had not been fulfilled. Far from the brightest child in his year, or even the bravest, he was overshadowed by his trio of friends.
He held much more knowledge than most would think, though. He knew that the forest held far more than dangerous beasts and that they were told to stay out for more than their own protection. Dumbledore had allowed the forest on the premises of his school to shelter creatures of all kinds ever since he reigned supreme over the old headmaster, Professor Dippet.
Most students knew the forest held werewolves, hinkypunks, red caps, and the occasional boggart; but what they didn't know was that it also held unicorns, centaurs, and now even elves.
But he knew this. He had stumbled upon the conversation between Dumbledore and Savannah. The conversation that led to the ruin of his life.
From what he could see between the cracks in Dumbledore's door, Savannah was a very beautiful woman. She had a tanned complexion and sparkling, almost magical, gray eyes with flecks of silver. A white robe concealed her long and womanly figure, its hood pulled past her ears and forehead.
When the hood was removed, however, even Dumbledore needed a moment to regain himself.
Her hair consisted of at least a dozen braids, all traveling down the sides of her robe and trailing onto the floor in gorgeous strands of silver, the same shade as her eyes. Her ears protruded visibly from the sides of her head, long and pointed, and obviously inhuman.
The warning of a student's danger he had come to give the headmaster was completely forgotten as she began to speak. Her voice wound its way around the door that concealed him and penetrated his soul like an unforgettable song.
She was the leader of an endangered species of elves; The Sequestered was what she called them.
Humans were the ones endangering them; always observing and testing. The elves needed a place where they could be safe from prying eyes. The Forbidden Forest would be perfect.
So, instead of assisting his trouble-seeking friend in the pursuit of endangering a fellow student's life that night, or even having a spot of conversation with his sweetheart, he followed the elfin leader deep into the forest, overwhelmed by her beauty and the magic that surrounded her.
He followed her from the castle grounds, deep into the forest. The creatures must have sensed the magic she contained because they steered clear of the two as they walked deeper and deeper into the forest where they found a clearing and two more elves, both male.
Bare-chested, they each wore brown pants, seemingly made from the bark of a tree, which rose high above their ankles, exposing their muscular calves and long feet. The one to the right of Savannah held a head full of blonde hair that traveled past his shoulders, obscuring his pointed ears from vision. The other's hair was of a rich brown and slightly less unkempt, reaching a spot just above the nape of his neck.
It was his eyes that fixed on the unwelcome boy first. It was he who unleashed the gray cords from within his throat that wrapped around the boy. It was him that the boy would never forgive.