The Sword that is Not a Sword
Disclaimer: Dalamar is officially not mine. Nor is James, or Lily, or Sirius, or Remus, or Peter. The world of Krynn is not mine. The world of Harry Potter is not mine. This is based on 'There Really Isn't One,' written by my dear friend Kathleen, a.k.a. Rosethorn. Any questions?
Part 1: Why I Got My Totally Unrealistic and Un-Elven-Like Name
My name is Guenevere. Yeah, doesn't really fit, right? I mean, what kind of self-respecting elf would have a name like Guenevere? My father named me. He named me after this heroine person in one of those freaky worlds he likes to visit. Some weird world called Earth. I mean, they could at least think of a more-oh, I don't know-imaginative name. Well, this Guenevere was supposedly the wife of a great king. Not like I care. I mean, Father's kept me pent up in this stupid grove for practically all of my life. Ever since Mama died. And even before then! We are hidden on this strange, unimaginative, purely human, Earth. See, Father and I come from another world-he won't tell me the name, but he was a very powerful mage there. Apparently, he lost his powers. Not that I care. See, for the past few years, I've been going to Salem School of Witchcraft. Father doesn't really like me going there. Can't imagine why. Anyway, that's all in the past. I got expelled. Are you expecting something big, and I having done something truly awful and evil and stuff? Well, sorry. I can't fulfill those expectations. I didn't blow up the cafeteria. I didn't set a teacher on fire. I didn't set a student on fire. I didn't set the Headmistress on fire. I am an elf. So I'm not going to Salem anymore. Well, that made Father really mad. He sent a rather rude letter to the Headmistress, withdrew me, and packed us off to ENGLAND! Of all places. I mean, couldn't he at least have packed us off to someplace exotic-like, the Bahamas, or-or Hawaii. Yeah. Hawaii would have been cool. Oh, well. I'm here now. Anyway, I'm going to a different magic school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It sounds like a pretty cool place. From what I've heard, the Headmaster there-some guy named Dumbledore-is pretty cool. I'm supposed to leave tomorrow.
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Lily Evans paced nervously back and forth. Back and forth. She had just transferred from an Ireland school, and she had absolutely no idea how to get on the train. "Hi," said a quiet, ever-amused male voice behind her. "I don't believe I've seen you before. And you certainly look a bit too old to be a first year." Lily spun around to face laughing blue eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses. The boy had messy black hair, and a charming smile. "Um. no I'm not a first year. I'm a transfer." "Ah. I see." The boy turned around and shouted, "Hey! Sirius! Get Remus and Peter and get over here! There's someone I want you to meet!" He turned back to Lily. "What's your name, anyway?" "I'm Lily Evans." "James Potter. Pleasure." "I'm sure." A guy with brown hair and dancing brown eyes jogged up, followed by a plump boy with colorless hair and beady black eyes. "What's up, James?" the brown haired boy asked. "I'd like you to meet Lily Evans. She's a transfer. Where's Remus?" "I couldn't find him. I'm Sirius Black, by the way. Pleased to meet you, Lily." "Pleasure's all mine." "I'm sure. This is Peter." "Hi," the plump boy said quietly. They heard running footsteps. Lily spun around. Another boy, also with brown hair, but with tired, gray eyes, jogged up, followed by a girl with silvery blue-gray eyes and dark auburn hair. "Hey, Remus," Peter, James, and Sirius all said in unison "Hi, guys," the guy said. "Have you met Guenevere Elvana?" "No," James answered. "Have you met Lily Evans?" "No," Remus answered. Sirius sized up Guenevere. "Remove your glove," he said, grinning slightly. "Why?" Guenevere asked. "You'll see. Just do it." "Very well." Guenevere pulled off her glove, revealing her hand. "As you can see, I carry no concealed weapons." "Oh, I already knew that," Sirius said dismissively. He kissed her hand softly, the feeling lingering pleasantly. "But you really wouldn't want to deny me this pleasure, would you?" Guenevere pulled her hand away, and looked directly at Sirius, her eyes dancing with laughter, though her face was stern. "Don't do that again," she said sternly, though she looked ready to laugh out loud. "Why not?" Sirius asked, his eyes dancing with fun. "Come on, guys. We're going to miss the train," James said. He turned to Lily and Guenevere and said, "We'd be honored if you ladies would care to join us." "I think that can be arranged," Guenevere said, smiling slightly. "Sure," Lily said, blushing. "Well, then, let's go!"
A few minutes later, they were all comfortably situated on the train. They began telling life stories. "I'm Muggle-born," Lily said quietly. "My parents and my sister are all Muggles." "What about you, Guenevere?" James asked curiously. "I really don't know." "You don't know," Sirius said, disbelievingly. "You mean you're an orphan?" "No. My father's still alive." "Then is he or is he not a wizard?" "A little of both." "What do you mean by that?" Remus asked, leaning in curiously. "Father was a wizard-and he wasn't." "That doesn't make any sense," Sirius said. "Yes, it does. He was a mage. However, in some freak accident around the time I was born, he lost his powers. I don't know why. He doesn't really like to talk about it." "Isn't a mage just a wise person?" Lily asked. "Not to him. To Father, a mage is a magic-user." "Then are you pureblood or half-blood?" "I have no way of knowing. Mother died when I was very young." "I see," James said with mock gravity. Then, a voice came over the loudspeaker: "We will be arriving at Hogwarts in ten minutes. I would suggest that you change into your school robes. Have a nice day." And that was just the beginning.
Disclaimer: Dalamar is officially not mine. Nor is James, or Lily, or Sirius, or Remus, or Peter. The world of Krynn is not mine. The world of Harry Potter is not mine. This is based on 'There Really Isn't One,' written by my dear friend Kathleen, a.k.a. Rosethorn. Any questions?
Part 1: Why I Got My Totally Unrealistic and Un-Elven-Like Name
My name is Guenevere. Yeah, doesn't really fit, right? I mean, what kind of self-respecting elf would have a name like Guenevere? My father named me. He named me after this heroine person in one of those freaky worlds he likes to visit. Some weird world called Earth. I mean, they could at least think of a more-oh, I don't know-imaginative name. Well, this Guenevere was supposedly the wife of a great king. Not like I care. I mean, Father's kept me pent up in this stupid grove for practically all of my life. Ever since Mama died. And even before then! We are hidden on this strange, unimaginative, purely human, Earth. See, Father and I come from another world-he won't tell me the name, but he was a very powerful mage there. Apparently, he lost his powers. Not that I care. See, for the past few years, I've been going to Salem School of Witchcraft. Father doesn't really like me going there. Can't imagine why. Anyway, that's all in the past. I got expelled. Are you expecting something big, and I having done something truly awful and evil and stuff? Well, sorry. I can't fulfill those expectations. I didn't blow up the cafeteria. I didn't set a teacher on fire. I didn't set a student on fire. I didn't set the Headmistress on fire. I am an elf. So I'm not going to Salem anymore. Well, that made Father really mad. He sent a rather rude letter to the Headmistress, withdrew me, and packed us off to ENGLAND! Of all places. I mean, couldn't he at least have packed us off to someplace exotic-like, the Bahamas, or-or Hawaii. Yeah. Hawaii would have been cool. Oh, well. I'm here now. Anyway, I'm going to a different magic school. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It sounds like a pretty cool place. From what I've heard, the Headmaster there-some guy named Dumbledore-is pretty cool. I'm supposed to leave tomorrow.
* * *
Lily Evans paced nervously back and forth. Back and forth. She had just transferred from an Ireland school, and she had absolutely no idea how to get on the train. "Hi," said a quiet, ever-amused male voice behind her. "I don't believe I've seen you before. And you certainly look a bit too old to be a first year." Lily spun around to face laughing blue eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses. The boy had messy black hair, and a charming smile. "Um. no I'm not a first year. I'm a transfer." "Ah. I see." The boy turned around and shouted, "Hey! Sirius! Get Remus and Peter and get over here! There's someone I want you to meet!" He turned back to Lily. "What's your name, anyway?" "I'm Lily Evans." "James Potter. Pleasure." "I'm sure." A guy with brown hair and dancing brown eyes jogged up, followed by a plump boy with colorless hair and beady black eyes. "What's up, James?" the brown haired boy asked. "I'd like you to meet Lily Evans. She's a transfer. Where's Remus?" "I couldn't find him. I'm Sirius Black, by the way. Pleased to meet you, Lily." "Pleasure's all mine." "I'm sure. This is Peter." "Hi," the plump boy said quietly. They heard running footsteps. Lily spun around. Another boy, also with brown hair, but with tired, gray eyes, jogged up, followed by a girl with silvery blue-gray eyes and dark auburn hair. "Hey, Remus," Peter, James, and Sirius all said in unison "Hi, guys," the guy said. "Have you met Guenevere Elvana?" "No," James answered. "Have you met Lily Evans?" "No," Remus answered. Sirius sized up Guenevere. "Remove your glove," he said, grinning slightly. "Why?" Guenevere asked. "You'll see. Just do it." "Very well." Guenevere pulled off her glove, revealing her hand. "As you can see, I carry no concealed weapons." "Oh, I already knew that," Sirius said dismissively. He kissed her hand softly, the feeling lingering pleasantly. "But you really wouldn't want to deny me this pleasure, would you?" Guenevere pulled her hand away, and looked directly at Sirius, her eyes dancing with laughter, though her face was stern. "Don't do that again," she said sternly, though she looked ready to laugh out loud. "Why not?" Sirius asked, his eyes dancing with fun. "Come on, guys. We're going to miss the train," James said. He turned to Lily and Guenevere and said, "We'd be honored if you ladies would care to join us." "I think that can be arranged," Guenevere said, smiling slightly. "Sure," Lily said, blushing. "Well, then, let's go!"
A few minutes later, they were all comfortably situated on the train. They began telling life stories. "I'm Muggle-born," Lily said quietly. "My parents and my sister are all Muggles." "What about you, Guenevere?" James asked curiously. "I really don't know." "You don't know," Sirius said, disbelievingly. "You mean you're an orphan?" "No. My father's still alive." "Then is he or is he not a wizard?" "A little of both." "What do you mean by that?" Remus asked, leaning in curiously. "Father was a wizard-and he wasn't." "That doesn't make any sense," Sirius said. "Yes, it does. He was a mage. However, in some freak accident around the time I was born, he lost his powers. I don't know why. He doesn't really like to talk about it." "Isn't a mage just a wise person?" Lily asked. "Not to him. To Father, a mage is a magic-user." "Then are you pureblood or half-blood?" "I have no way of knowing. Mother died when I was very young." "I see," James said with mock gravity. Then, a voice came over the loudspeaker: "We will be arriving at Hogwarts in ten minutes. I would suggest that you change into your school robes. Have a nice day." And that was just the beginning.