"Ya naa lle*1?"
Harry had no idea what the boy was saying. He shook his
head in an helpless guesture and repeated, "Are you alright?"
"Kela*2," the boy whimpered. "Amin delotha lle, 'ksherea*3."
Harry heard Hermione come to stand next to him. "A translation
spell, perhaps?" she questioned softly. After a moment of
consideration, Harry nodded hesitantly.
Hermione took out her wand. "Audiona linguas", the muttered,
pointing at the boy.
A green light shone around the boy for a moment, before
disappearing. Harry once again tried to speak to the boy.
"It's alright," he said in what he hoped was a calming tone
of voice, "I just want to help you."
The boy looked at him with wide, blue eyes. "Who are you?" he
said after a moment, his soft voice layered with pain.
"Harry Potter," said the person to whom the name belonged. He
waited for the gasp of realization, but it never came. The boy
merely continued to stare at him. Harry found it rather
unnerving to bethe object off such strange eyes, but he didn't
want to further upset the boy, and said nothing.
The boy did not reply, so Harry continued.
"Can you get up? I can take you back to where I'm staying and
get you some food and fresh clothes, and fix you up."
The bou stared at him in silence for a little longer, before
replying, in a tiny voice, "I guess."
"Can you walk?" Harry asked again. The boy, seemingly quite
determined to say as little as possible, only nodded.
Harry attempted to be as cheerful as possible as he tactifully
made his was through the babbling croud, the boy trotting along
at his heels like a well-trained dog.
Ron, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and the twins fell into step behind him,
glancing curiously at one another, but none of them daring to
actually say anything.
Instead of taking the streets of Muggle London, once back in the
pub, Mrs. Weasley hastily charmed her hat into a Portkey, while
Harry explained breifly to the boy about what would happen. He
was a little nervous himself, but he kept that part a secret.
Mrs. Weasley finished up, and instructed the group to form a
circle. Harry took advantage of the few moments in which nobody
was looking at him to ask the boy a question. Not that he expected
him to answer, but it was worth a try.
"What's you name?" he asked the boy quietly, leaning down a little.
The boy didn't respond for a minute. Then, just as Harry felt the
Portkey go off, he heard a small voice by his ear.
"Legolas."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
1 Who are you?
2 Go away.
3 I hate you.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hmsgirl - Yay! The first review. Maybe you should get a medal or something.
I would give you a little prize and tell you who the boy is, but if you
read the chapter before the responses, (which I'm sure you do, seing as the
chapter comes first) then you already know. Oh well. Thanks anyway.
The prologue was written for the sole purpose of confusng you. I can't explain
it now, but you'll understand soon.
Harry had no idea what the boy was saying. He shook his
head in an helpless guesture and repeated, "Are you alright?"
"Kela*2," the boy whimpered. "Amin delotha lle, 'ksherea*3."
Harry heard Hermione come to stand next to him. "A translation
spell, perhaps?" she questioned softly. After a moment of
consideration, Harry nodded hesitantly.
Hermione took out her wand. "Audiona linguas", the muttered,
pointing at the boy.
A green light shone around the boy for a moment, before
disappearing. Harry once again tried to speak to the boy.
"It's alright," he said in what he hoped was a calming tone
of voice, "I just want to help you."
The boy looked at him with wide, blue eyes. "Who are you?" he
said after a moment, his soft voice layered with pain.
"Harry Potter," said the person to whom the name belonged. He
waited for the gasp of realization, but it never came. The boy
merely continued to stare at him. Harry found it rather
unnerving to bethe object off such strange eyes, but he didn't
want to further upset the boy, and said nothing.
The boy did not reply, so Harry continued.
"Can you get up? I can take you back to where I'm staying and
get you some food and fresh clothes, and fix you up."
The bou stared at him in silence for a little longer, before
replying, in a tiny voice, "I guess."
"Can you walk?" Harry asked again. The boy, seemingly quite
determined to say as little as possible, only nodded.
Harry attempted to be as cheerful as possible as he tactifully
made his was through the babbling croud, the boy trotting along
at his heels like a well-trained dog.
Ron, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and the twins fell into step behind him,
glancing curiously at one another, but none of them daring to
actually say anything.
Instead of taking the streets of Muggle London, once back in the
pub, Mrs. Weasley hastily charmed her hat into a Portkey, while
Harry explained breifly to the boy about what would happen. He
was a little nervous himself, but he kept that part a secret.
Mrs. Weasley finished up, and instructed the group to form a
circle. Harry took advantage of the few moments in which nobody
was looking at him to ask the boy a question. Not that he expected
him to answer, but it was worth a try.
"What's you name?" he asked the boy quietly, leaning down a little.
The boy didn't respond for a minute. Then, just as Harry felt the
Portkey go off, he heard a small voice by his ear.
"Legolas."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
1 Who are you?
2 Go away.
3 I hate you.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hmsgirl - Yay! The first review. Maybe you should get a medal or something.
I would give you a little prize and tell you who the boy is, but if you
read the chapter before the responses, (which I'm sure you do, seing as the
chapter comes first) then you already know. Oh well. Thanks anyway.
The prologue was written for the sole purpose of confusng you. I can't explain
it now, but you'll understand soon.