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characters or places, J. K. Rowling does, blah blah blah.
"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked him in a whisper, the beautiful Alisabelle walking, or rather floating, behind them gracefully as they walked.
"I'm taking her to Hogwarts." Ron said.
"Do you even know how to get back?" Harry asked urgently.
"I think I might. Don't you trust me Harry?" He asked.
"You have a look in your eyes-" Harry began, but changed, "How do you know you can trust her?"
"Look at her Harry, do we have any other choice?" Ron asked.
"What if she's just in disguise? She could be dangerous! And we're leading her right to the most important place! What if she destroys everything?" Harry asked.
"You don't trust anyone anymore, do you Harry?" Ron said.
"No. Not anymore. We don't know anything about her!" Harry said.
"All the more reason to bring her to Dumbledore, he'll know what to do." Ron said.
"I still don't know how you know where to go. Just a minute ago we were lost!" Harry said in despair.
"Would you rather we were still lost?" Ron asked.
Harry eyed the girl behind him suspiciously, "No, of course not, but we don't know anything about her!"
"Maybe you should talk to her then, get to know her a bit." Ron suggested, glancing around making up his mind which way to go next.
"Fine, I will, but just because I'm afraid she could cast a spell from behind us and we'd never know it was coming." Harry said and slowed a bit until he was next to Alisabelle.
"Who are you?" Harry asked her again.
"My name is Alisabelle, but I have a feeling you want more than that for an explanation." She said quietly.
Harry waited, but she said no more. Finally, impatient, Harry said, "So?"
"I have nothing more to say." Alisabelle responded.
"You're not going to answer the question?" Harry said.
"Perhaps you should rephrase the question." Ron suggested from ahead of them.
"Fine. Why do you want to see Dumbledore?" Harry asked.
"I must tell him something of importance. I believe he will need my help in the future." She said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, annoyed.
Ron has been slowing to reach their pace and came to be in step with them, "How about we try this question: Where are you from?" Ron suggested.
"I am from many places. I am from here, in England, and I am from Ireland, and I have lived in Scotland and Romania." She said.
"MM... are you, uh..." Ron began, unable to decide what he wanted to ask.
"I am partly Elfish. My mother is half-elf. My father is a wizard. I have lived with the elves and faeries most of my life." She said answering the question he couldn't form.
"How old are you?" Harry asked.
"I have lived for nearly 32 Elfish years." She told them.
"How many is that in, you know, our years?" Ron asked.
"Nearly 16." She told him, smiling.
"I thought Elfish years were like, a day here is like 30 seconds there." Harry said, trying to remember what he had once read in a book Hagrid had given him.
"In the other world, that is how it is, but I have lived between the worlds where time is as we want it to be." She said.
Harry couldn't stop himself, "Are you always like this?" It didn't come out the way he wanted it to, but she understood.
"No. Today is a holiday. I must be quiet and reserved without my people." She said.
"So your mother is half-elf, right? Does that make you a quarter-elf or something?" Harry asked.
She let out a giggle, which gave away slightly her true disposition and made both Harry and Ron smile, "Not quarter-elf. I am nearly fully an elf because I have been given the Gift by them."
"'The Gift'?" Ron formed it as a question.
"They will grant me immortality if I allow myself to take it." She said quietly.
"Will you take it?" Ron asked.
"Perhaps. Not now. It is a decision I must think upon for many years to come. I have been blessed to live as I have, I must consider deeply before accepting or refusing." She said.
Harry and Ron understood that somehow, without questioning. But Harry had to ask, "Your father is a wizard?"
Alisabelle took a moment before answering, "Yes. A very powerful one."
"Mm..." Harry thought for a moment, "Do you think we might know him or have heard of him?"
"I am certain you have." Alisabelle said quietly, so they almost couldn't hear, her eyes downcast.
"We're almost there, guys." Said Ron, who had been directing them silently where toward where he thought Hogwarts was. They walked silent for another moment and they entered into a clearing and there ahead was Hagrid's hut.
"Thank you kindly, Ron, please, take me to Dumbledore." Alisabelle said.
"Um, right, first, we have to check in with Hagrid." Harry said and the giant figure walked out of the forest.
"I've been lookin' all over fer ya!" Hagrid said, then seeing Alisabelle he said, "Blimey. Ain't seen you fer... too long... Fergot all about ya!" He took Alisabelle soft hand in his for a moment saying, "Your as pretty as ever, fer sure." He looked at her for another moment then said, "Well you three better be headed up to the castle, aye? Quickly now. Dumbledore probably fergot about you himself!" Alisabelle nodded to him in a graceful manner, but without saying anything.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, "Uh, right then. Come on." Ron said and Alisabelle and Harry followed after him.
"What was that about?" Harry whispered to Alisabelle and they approached Hogwarts.
"We are old friends." Was all she said.
They all rushed into the castle, lucky to get in before complete darkness surrounded the place. Harry and Ron hurried their pace within the castle, not wanting a professor to send them off to bed before Alisabelle spoke to Dumbledore. Finally, they reached to eagle statue which lead to Dumbledore's office.
"Thank you kindly, you may come up if you would like." Alisabelle told them, looking at the statue.
"Can you get up without the password?" Harry asked.
"Certainly." Alisabelle said calling out, "Albus! Albus! I have returned!" Instantly the statue began to climb and all three stepped on and rode to the top.
Dumbledore stood there waiting, a look of shock on his face.
"Ron, what are you doing?" Harry asked him in a whisper, the beautiful Alisabelle walking, or rather floating, behind them gracefully as they walked.
"I'm taking her to Hogwarts." Ron said.
"Do you even know how to get back?" Harry asked urgently.
"I think I might. Don't you trust me Harry?" He asked.
"You have a look in your eyes-" Harry began, but changed, "How do you know you can trust her?"
"Look at her Harry, do we have any other choice?" Ron asked.
"What if she's just in disguise? She could be dangerous! And we're leading her right to the most important place! What if she destroys everything?" Harry asked.
"You don't trust anyone anymore, do you Harry?" Ron said.
"No. Not anymore. We don't know anything about her!" Harry said.
"All the more reason to bring her to Dumbledore, he'll know what to do." Ron said.
"I still don't know how you know where to go. Just a minute ago we were lost!" Harry said in despair.
"Would you rather we were still lost?" Ron asked.
Harry eyed the girl behind him suspiciously, "No, of course not, but we don't know anything about her!"
"Maybe you should talk to her then, get to know her a bit." Ron suggested, glancing around making up his mind which way to go next.
"Fine, I will, but just because I'm afraid she could cast a spell from behind us and we'd never know it was coming." Harry said and slowed a bit until he was next to Alisabelle.
"Who are you?" Harry asked her again.
"My name is Alisabelle, but I have a feeling you want more than that for an explanation." She said quietly.
Harry waited, but she said no more. Finally, impatient, Harry said, "So?"
"I have nothing more to say." Alisabelle responded.
"You're not going to answer the question?" Harry said.
"Perhaps you should rephrase the question." Ron suggested from ahead of them.
"Fine. Why do you want to see Dumbledore?" Harry asked.
"I must tell him something of importance. I believe he will need my help in the future." She said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, annoyed.
Ron has been slowing to reach their pace and came to be in step with them, "How about we try this question: Where are you from?" Ron suggested.
"I am from many places. I am from here, in England, and I am from Ireland, and I have lived in Scotland and Romania." She said.
"MM... are you, uh..." Ron began, unable to decide what he wanted to ask.
"I am partly Elfish. My mother is half-elf. My father is a wizard. I have lived with the elves and faeries most of my life." She said answering the question he couldn't form.
"How old are you?" Harry asked.
"I have lived for nearly 32 Elfish years." She told them.
"How many is that in, you know, our years?" Ron asked.
"Nearly 16." She told him, smiling.
"I thought Elfish years were like, a day here is like 30 seconds there." Harry said, trying to remember what he had once read in a book Hagrid had given him.
"In the other world, that is how it is, but I have lived between the worlds where time is as we want it to be." She said.
Harry couldn't stop himself, "Are you always like this?" It didn't come out the way he wanted it to, but she understood.
"No. Today is a holiday. I must be quiet and reserved without my people." She said.
"So your mother is half-elf, right? Does that make you a quarter-elf or something?" Harry asked.
She let out a giggle, which gave away slightly her true disposition and made both Harry and Ron smile, "Not quarter-elf. I am nearly fully an elf because I have been given the Gift by them."
"'The Gift'?" Ron formed it as a question.
"They will grant me immortality if I allow myself to take it." She said quietly.
"Will you take it?" Ron asked.
"Perhaps. Not now. It is a decision I must think upon for many years to come. I have been blessed to live as I have, I must consider deeply before accepting or refusing." She said.
Harry and Ron understood that somehow, without questioning. But Harry had to ask, "Your father is a wizard?"
Alisabelle took a moment before answering, "Yes. A very powerful one."
"Mm..." Harry thought for a moment, "Do you think we might know him or have heard of him?"
"I am certain you have." Alisabelle said quietly, so they almost couldn't hear, her eyes downcast.
"We're almost there, guys." Said Ron, who had been directing them silently where toward where he thought Hogwarts was. They walked silent for another moment and they entered into a clearing and there ahead was Hagrid's hut.
"Thank you kindly, Ron, please, take me to Dumbledore." Alisabelle said.
"Um, right, first, we have to check in with Hagrid." Harry said and the giant figure walked out of the forest.
"I've been lookin' all over fer ya!" Hagrid said, then seeing Alisabelle he said, "Blimey. Ain't seen you fer... too long... Fergot all about ya!" He took Alisabelle soft hand in his for a moment saying, "Your as pretty as ever, fer sure." He looked at her for another moment then said, "Well you three better be headed up to the castle, aye? Quickly now. Dumbledore probably fergot about you himself!" Alisabelle nodded to him in a graceful manner, but without saying anything.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, "Uh, right then. Come on." Ron said and Alisabelle and Harry followed after him.
"What was that about?" Harry whispered to Alisabelle and they approached Hogwarts.
"We are old friends." Was all she said.
They all rushed into the castle, lucky to get in before complete darkness surrounded the place. Harry and Ron hurried their pace within the castle, not wanting a professor to send them off to bed before Alisabelle spoke to Dumbledore. Finally, they reached to eagle statue which lead to Dumbledore's office.
"Thank you kindly, you may come up if you would like." Alisabelle told them, looking at the statue.
"Can you get up without the password?" Harry asked.
"Certainly." Alisabelle said calling out, "Albus! Albus! I have returned!" Instantly the statue began to climb and all three stepped on and rode to the top.
Dumbledore stood there waiting, a look of shock on his face.