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"How do you know Harry's name?" said Hermione, who still wearing the frown that came upon her face when she first saw the Elf. It seemed like everyone wanted to know the answer to that question. "He's a legend even in the Elven world. The downfall of Lord Voldemort meant just as much to the Elves as it meant to the humans, you know." The students at the table were surprised to hear the Elf used the Dark Lord's real name. Everyone shuddered by the mention of it, except for Harry of course. Neville, who had been piling mashed potatoes unto his plate stopped in midair. The students seemed to be waiting for Eamane to say more, but she didn't. After a few minutes curiosity got the better of the students and they spent a lot of the meal bombarding the elf with questions. Harry decided to just keep quiet and listen.

Hermione hadn't taken a bite of food since Eamane came, and neither, Harry noticed, had Eamane herself. She had put some food on her plate, but it was completely untouched. Seamus seemed to notice also and asked, "Why haven't you eaten any food? I mean, Elves do eat food…right?" Eamane turned to Seamus and Harry saw once again her eyes sparkle and change color as the light hit her eyes. "I'm not very hungry, and your school's food isn't exactly what I'm accustomed to." The Elf replied. To everyone's surprise Hermione snorted and said, "What? Hogwarts food isn't good enough for the elf?" When she said the word "Elf" she almost spat it. "Hermione that was rude!" said a very surprised looking Ron, as he glanced at Eamane to see if she had been offended. But the Elf seemed quite tuned out of the conversation. She was once again looking around the hall, her brow furrowed in thought. Harry couldn't understand why Hermione was being so mean to Eamane, he rather liked her. She was so graceful and beautiful, and Harry guessed she probably didn't even want to be here at all.

After a while people started getting up and going back to their common rooms to start on homework. The Great Hall was almost deserted when Harry finally decided to leave the table. He turned to Eamane and asked, "Where are you going to be sleeping while you stay here?" Eamane, who was still sitting at the table deep in thought, lifted her head and stared straight into Harry's eyes. "Dumbledore has made for me living chambers that will make me feel more at home." She said. "Well, I guess I'll see you during class tomorrow maybe." said Harry, wanting to keep talking to Eamane. "I'll look forward to it." Said Eamane as she got up and walked toward Harry. She stopped about a foot from him and raised her slender hand to his face. Harry noticed they were about the same height. Harry really had no idea what to do; he wanted to step back, but all the same he didn't want to step back. Eamane's hand touched his cheek and she whispered in Elvish, "Cormlle naa tanya tel'raa." She turned and started to walk away when Harry came back to his senses. "Wait!" he called and ran to her. "What does that mean exactly?" Eamane smiled again and put her hand on his arm. "It means, Your heart is that of the lion, Harry Potter. I know of your past deeds, in fact I know more about you than most people do." Harry was suddenly alarmed and puzzled. "What do you mean by that?" he said uneasily. "I'll tell you some other time." Said the radiant elf. Then without warning she turned and walked away.

Authors note: Sorry it toke so long for me too update and sorry this chapters short, I was having a major case of writer's block! Yikes! O well, it should go faster now. Review my story!