(AN: If you're badly confused about the characters and things please check
my profile. There's a link to my character page there. That should help a
bit.)
Disclaimer: Wait..I still own NOTHING! All I own are Patrick, Daisy, Chris, and Niphredil. Everything else belongs to their proper owners. I'm still just a college student who is about as broke as you can get. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
The four wizards looked at one another in confusion. The scenery, for them, had changed considerably.
"We're not dead anymore, are we?" asked Daisy.
"I don't think we are, little sis, but I'm not so sure about her," Lily told her sister, pointing to the fallen elf.
Niphredil had landed in a heap after exiting the portal. She wasn't moving and barely seemed to be breathing. The trip had exhausted her and, even with the physiology of an elf, she had been pushed to her limits. Her body, upon return, had shut down, giving it time to rest and to heal.
"I hope she's not dead. I mean, would be a real shame if she was because she brought us back," James said.
"What can we do to help her, though? We don't have wands," Christopher added.
Before anyone could do anything, Patrick entered the clearing holding a small clear bottle and a few wafers of something wrapped in a leaf.
"Patrick!" called Christopher upon seeing his brother. His first motion was toward his older brother. The two had always been close. Daisy, his wife, grabbed a handful of his robe to keep him from running over to his brother.
"He's going to do something," she whispered to him.
Patrick had to stop himself from running over to his brother and three friends. He had missed them all so badly. His gaze returned to the fallen elf and he remembered why he had entered the clearing. He put his hands up, as best he could, to show that he saw them. Then he pointed to the elf.
"Oh, he's going to help her first," said Lily, in a whisper.
They watched as Patrick knelt down beside the girl and propped her head up by placing it on his knee.
He, then, pulled out his wand and whispered, "Enervate."
The elf woke up and blinked blearily at the wizard.
"Did it work?" she, weakly, asked.
"Whatever you did, it worked. Thank you so very much," Patrick, happily, replied.
He then handed her the bottle.
She smiled at the wizard and said, "You know what, Patrick, I want to go home."
Patrick laughed and ruffled her hair.
He handed her a few wafers and told her," You'll get home soon. Just relax now."
Sensing that all might be well, the four other wizards walked over to where Patrick and the elf were.
"Chris," Patrick said, hugging his little brother.
He, then, looked up and embraced the other three wizards.
"You guys....I've missed all of you," Patrick said.
"Patrick, how did you do this? You didn't get into any dark magic, did you," Daisy asked, worriedly.
"Dark magic, never. This magic is about as white as white magic can get," Patrick explained. He, himself, didn't understand the specifics of this type of elfish magic
"Patrick, I hate the bring down the mood," Lily began," but, that night, what happened to Harry?"
"It's a long story, better told by someone more knowledgeable that myself, but he's alive and well and one his way to my house with Cora," Patrick replied.
The two Potter's look confused and excited at the same time. They were glad that their son had survived the night they had died.
"When are we going to get to see them?" Chris asked, excited by the prospect of seeing his daughter.
"As soon as your wands get here and I can see Lady Elf safely home," Patrick replied.
"Speaking of your elf friend, what's her name?" asked James.
"My name," the elf said, sitting up a little further, "is Niphredil."
The food and drink, elfish in virtue, had given Niphredil back a fraction of her strength.
"Is there any way we can thank you? You've given us so much back," Daisy said.
"It was nothing, really. I just like being able to help," she said, looking at the woods around her and smiling.
Patrick caught the smile and asked, "Is someone coming?"
From all his portal travels, Patrick knew of the elves and their enhanced senses.
She nodded and closed her eyes. Moments later, she had fallen asleep.
"Who's coming?" asked Chris, hoping he would not have to defend himself.
"Got me, I don't have her eyes and ears," Patrick replied, taking out his wand.
Moments later, a tallish man, with dark hair entered the clearing. He was wearing a sword and carrying a long purple pouch. Finding Patrick, he handed him the pouch which, in turn, the wizard handed to James.
"I'm not sure which wand belongs to whom," Patrick said.
Patrick turned to the man and said, "I didn't expect you to bring these here."
"Why wouldn't I?" the man said, laughing.
"I just figured that running an entire land would keep you busy. Besides, don't you have squires and pages for this sort of thing," the wizard rationalized.
"I do, Patrick, but I'd like to get out and see other places sometimes. I do miss wandering around, no matter what anyone has told you," the man told the wizard.
"No one's told me anything, my friend," the wizard said with a laugh.
"Patrick, I want to go home!" called Chris, brandishing his wand at James.
"I'm sorry but the natives are getting restless," Patrick said, shyly.
"It's alright. I have to get her home anyway," the man said.
He, then, bent over and picked up the sleeping elf.
The girl mumbled and rolled over, slightly, to face the person picking her up.
Opening one eye, the elf mumbled, "Hi, daddy."
The man laughed and said to her," Go back to sleep. You've had a busy day."
"We're going home now, right?" she asked, settling back into his arms.
"Of course," the man said to her.
The man began to leave when, suddenly, Patrick stopped him. He placed a wrapped parcel on top of the sleeping elf.
"What's that?" the man asked.
"Portkey," the wizard said," I have a funny feeling I'm going to be needing you and your daughter soon."
The man nodded and entered a portal Patrick had just opened in a nearby tree.
"So, when do we leave?' asked James.
"Just as soon as I can open a portal," Patrick replied.
Disclaimer: Wait..I still own NOTHING! All I own are Patrick, Daisy, Chris, and Niphredil. Everything else belongs to their proper owners. I'm still just a college student who is about as broke as you can get. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
The four wizards looked at one another in confusion. The scenery, for them, had changed considerably.
"We're not dead anymore, are we?" asked Daisy.
"I don't think we are, little sis, but I'm not so sure about her," Lily told her sister, pointing to the fallen elf.
Niphredil had landed in a heap after exiting the portal. She wasn't moving and barely seemed to be breathing. The trip had exhausted her and, even with the physiology of an elf, she had been pushed to her limits. Her body, upon return, had shut down, giving it time to rest and to heal.
"I hope she's not dead. I mean, would be a real shame if she was because she brought us back," James said.
"What can we do to help her, though? We don't have wands," Christopher added.
Before anyone could do anything, Patrick entered the clearing holding a small clear bottle and a few wafers of something wrapped in a leaf.
"Patrick!" called Christopher upon seeing his brother. His first motion was toward his older brother. The two had always been close. Daisy, his wife, grabbed a handful of his robe to keep him from running over to his brother.
"He's going to do something," she whispered to him.
Patrick had to stop himself from running over to his brother and three friends. He had missed them all so badly. His gaze returned to the fallen elf and he remembered why he had entered the clearing. He put his hands up, as best he could, to show that he saw them. Then he pointed to the elf.
"Oh, he's going to help her first," said Lily, in a whisper.
They watched as Patrick knelt down beside the girl and propped her head up by placing it on his knee.
He, then, pulled out his wand and whispered, "Enervate."
The elf woke up and blinked blearily at the wizard.
"Did it work?" she, weakly, asked.
"Whatever you did, it worked. Thank you so very much," Patrick, happily, replied.
He then handed her the bottle.
She smiled at the wizard and said, "You know what, Patrick, I want to go home."
Patrick laughed and ruffled her hair.
He handed her a few wafers and told her," You'll get home soon. Just relax now."
Sensing that all might be well, the four other wizards walked over to where Patrick and the elf were.
"Chris," Patrick said, hugging his little brother.
He, then, looked up and embraced the other three wizards.
"You guys....I've missed all of you," Patrick said.
"Patrick, how did you do this? You didn't get into any dark magic, did you," Daisy asked, worriedly.
"Dark magic, never. This magic is about as white as white magic can get," Patrick explained. He, himself, didn't understand the specifics of this type of elfish magic
"Patrick, I hate the bring down the mood," Lily began," but, that night, what happened to Harry?"
"It's a long story, better told by someone more knowledgeable that myself, but he's alive and well and one his way to my house with Cora," Patrick replied.
The two Potter's look confused and excited at the same time. They were glad that their son had survived the night they had died.
"When are we going to get to see them?" Chris asked, excited by the prospect of seeing his daughter.
"As soon as your wands get here and I can see Lady Elf safely home," Patrick replied.
"Speaking of your elf friend, what's her name?" asked James.
"My name," the elf said, sitting up a little further, "is Niphredil."
The food and drink, elfish in virtue, had given Niphredil back a fraction of her strength.
"Is there any way we can thank you? You've given us so much back," Daisy said.
"It was nothing, really. I just like being able to help," she said, looking at the woods around her and smiling.
Patrick caught the smile and asked, "Is someone coming?"
From all his portal travels, Patrick knew of the elves and their enhanced senses.
She nodded and closed her eyes. Moments later, she had fallen asleep.
"Who's coming?" asked Chris, hoping he would not have to defend himself.
"Got me, I don't have her eyes and ears," Patrick replied, taking out his wand.
Moments later, a tallish man, with dark hair entered the clearing. He was wearing a sword and carrying a long purple pouch. Finding Patrick, he handed him the pouch which, in turn, the wizard handed to James.
"I'm not sure which wand belongs to whom," Patrick said.
Patrick turned to the man and said, "I didn't expect you to bring these here."
"Why wouldn't I?" the man said, laughing.
"I just figured that running an entire land would keep you busy. Besides, don't you have squires and pages for this sort of thing," the wizard rationalized.
"I do, Patrick, but I'd like to get out and see other places sometimes. I do miss wandering around, no matter what anyone has told you," the man told the wizard.
"No one's told me anything, my friend," the wizard said with a laugh.
"Patrick, I want to go home!" called Chris, brandishing his wand at James.
"I'm sorry but the natives are getting restless," Patrick said, shyly.
"It's alright. I have to get her home anyway," the man said.
He, then, bent over and picked up the sleeping elf.
The girl mumbled and rolled over, slightly, to face the person picking her up.
Opening one eye, the elf mumbled, "Hi, daddy."
The man laughed and said to her," Go back to sleep. You've had a busy day."
"We're going home now, right?" she asked, settling back into his arms.
"Of course," the man said to her.
The man began to leave when, suddenly, Patrick stopped him. He placed a wrapped parcel on top of the sleeping elf.
"What's that?" the man asked.
"Portkey," the wizard said," I have a funny feeling I'm going to be needing you and your daughter soon."
The man nodded and entered a portal Patrick had just opened in a nearby tree.
"So, when do we leave?' asked James.
"Just as soon as I can open a portal," Patrick replied.