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"Since I destroyed Sauron, and all evil here," Harry paused, as if steadying himself to tell the rest of the story, "that means that there is no evil in future generations..."
"And Voldemort never existed in our time!" Hermione interrupted, her eyes wide.
Harry grinned, he knew she'd understand it sooner or later, "Yes, and that means there are no Death Eaters and," he took a deep breath, suddenly he looked shaken and frail, yet his face was lit by an excited glow, "There are no Death Eaters and my parents are alive...
and I. I am not the Boy Who Lived!"
As Harry spoke those fateful words, he gasped, clutching his head. A moment later his hands fell to his sides. His scar flashed red, growing white hot. Then, slowly, it shrank and disappeared.
Harry slowly lifted his hand to his forehead, barely able to contain his excitement. He touched the spot where his scar had been and only felt smooth skin.
"Yes!!!!" he shouted, no longer looking frail.
"Harry, Harry! Do you know what this means?" Hermione asked.
"Cedric Diggory is alive!" she exclaimed. " All the people Voldemort ever killed or tortured, are alive and well!"
Harry thought immediately of the Longbottoms, and grinned with happiness for Neville.
Aragorn spoke for the first time, "This is amazing news, Harry, and I am extremely happy for you and for the people of your time. But it has been a long day and I think we should all turn in."
The group nodded their consent. Aragorn left, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione, retired to their separate rooms.
Harry fell back on his bed, staring happily at the canopy above.
"I am a normal boy." Harry awoke, brushed his teeth, dressed, and walked into the front room to find Hermione, Ron, Legolas, Alanna, Meridelle, and Aragorn sitting and talking.
"Hey! Harry! About time, too!" Ron grinned.
"It was all the excitement from yesterday, I guess, "Harry grinned back.
"We've been talking, Harry," Hermione said, "and Aragorn told us that wedding preparations will be going on today and tomorrow, the wedding will be the day after that, and we will leave the day after the wedding."
"Okay," Harry grinned. "Well, if that is all, I want breakfast, then I challenge Alanna to some sword combat."
"In which you will lose," Alanna replied coolly, her eyes dancing with mischief.
"Legolas and I are having archery practice and Elvish lessons today," Hermione interjected.
"Ron and I are going to walk and have dagger practice," Meridelle said.
"And I will be in wedding preparations," Aragorn sighed dramatically, rolled his eyes, and grinned.
Just then, there was a knock.
"Ah, that would be Arwen," Aragorn smiled and opened the door.
Harry almost gasped, he saw an overgrown fairy standing on the doorstep.
She was gorgeous: deep brown eyes that sparkled with joy, long brown hair that was combed into a bun with stray strands framing her face, a sculpted face, and a beautiful smile that made Harry want to smile too.
Dark green robes flowed around her and a golden circlet adorned her head.
Just then, Harry noticed her ears were pointed. "Just like mine since that Elven ceremony," he thought, touching his own pointed ears.
Introductions were made, and Hermione and Arwen became fast friends in a matter of minutes.
Finally, everyone went their separate ways
The two days of preparation passed swiftly, too swiftly for Hermione. It was the evening of the second day, and she had just finished her last archery practice with Legolas.
After she unstrung her bow and packed her arrows into her quiver, Legolas took her hand and led her to a bench.
They sat and Legolas smiled.
"Remember when I showed you my Elven necklace and told you that every Elf had one?"
When Hermione nodded, he went on, "When we presented you with your Elven status at the ball, we overlooked one factor: your necklaces."
He paused and pulled out a white velvet box.
Legolas handed it to Hermione, smiling at her shocked face, "Go on, open it."
With shaking hands, Hermione undid the catch and opened the box.
She gasped, "Legolas!"
On the pure white velvet lay a glimmering silver chain with a rose that seemed to be every shade of red at once, like a drop of blood on snow. It shimmered with the same unknown, mystical light as Legolas' leaf. Legolas took the necklace in his hands and place it gently on Hermione's neck.
"It also has another function." Legolas paused. "Ordinarily, once you went back to your time, our mind connection would be broken as the span of years is too many. But this necklace enables the connection to stay as crystal clear."
That was too much for Hermione, tears of joy streamed down her face. She tried to speak, but no words would come out, so she hugged Legolas with all her strength.
Then she found her voice.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Since I destroyed Sauron, and all evil here," Harry paused, as if steadying himself to tell the rest of the story, "that means that there is no evil in future generations..."
"And Voldemort never existed in our time!" Hermione interrupted, her eyes wide.
Harry grinned, he knew she'd understand it sooner or later, "Yes, and that means there are no Death Eaters and," he took a deep breath, suddenly he looked shaken and frail, yet his face was lit by an excited glow, "There are no Death Eaters and my parents are alive...
and I. I am not the Boy Who Lived!"
As Harry spoke those fateful words, he gasped, clutching his head. A moment later his hands fell to his sides. His scar flashed red, growing white hot. Then, slowly, it shrank and disappeared.
Harry slowly lifted his hand to his forehead, barely able to contain his excitement. He touched the spot where his scar had been and only felt smooth skin.
"Yes!!!!" he shouted, no longer looking frail.
"Harry, Harry! Do you know what this means?" Hermione asked.
"Cedric Diggory is alive!" she exclaimed. " All the people Voldemort ever killed or tortured, are alive and well!"
Harry thought immediately of the Longbottoms, and grinned with happiness for Neville.
Aragorn spoke for the first time, "This is amazing news, Harry, and I am extremely happy for you and for the people of your time. But it has been a long day and I think we should all turn in."
The group nodded their consent. Aragorn left, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione, retired to their separate rooms.
Harry fell back on his bed, staring happily at the canopy above.
"I am a normal boy." Harry awoke, brushed his teeth, dressed, and walked into the front room to find Hermione, Ron, Legolas, Alanna, Meridelle, and Aragorn sitting and talking.
"Hey! Harry! About time, too!" Ron grinned.
"It was all the excitement from yesterday, I guess, "Harry grinned back.
"We've been talking, Harry," Hermione said, "and Aragorn told us that wedding preparations will be going on today and tomorrow, the wedding will be the day after that, and we will leave the day after the wedding."
"Okay," Harry grinned. "Well, if that is all, I want breakfast, then I challenge Alanna to some sword combat."
"In which you will lose," Alanna replied coolly, her eyes dancing with mischief.
"Legolas and I are having archery practice and Elvish lessons today," Hermione interjected.
"Ron and I are going to walk and have dagger practice," Meridelle said.
"And I will be in wedding preparations," Aragorn sighed dramatically, rolled his eyes, and grinned.
Just then, there was a knock.
"Ah, that would be Arwen," Aragorn smiled and opened the door.
Harry almost gasped, he saw an overgrown fairy standing on the doorstep.
She was gorgeous: deep brown eyes that sparkled with joy, long brown hair that was combed into a bun with stray strands framing her face, a sculpted face, and a beautiful smile that made Harry want to smile too.
Dark green robes flowed around her and a golden circlet adorned her head.
Just then, Harry noticed her ears were pointed. "Just like mine since that Elven ceremony," he thought, touching his own pointed ears.
Introductions were made, and Hermione and Arwen became fast friends in a matter of minutes.
Finally, everyone went their separate ways
The two days of preparation passed swiftly, too swiftly for Hermione. It was the evening of the second day, and she had just finished her last archery practice with Legolas.
After she unstrung her bow and packed her arrows into her quiver, Legolas took her hand and led her to a bench.
They sat and Legolas smiled.
"Remember when I showed you my Elven necklace and told you that every Elf had one?"
When Hermione nodded, he went on, "When we presented you with your Elven status at the ball, we overlooked one factor: your necklaces."
He paused and pulled out a white velvet box.
Legolas handed it to Hermione, smiling at her shocked face, "Go on, open it."
With shaking hands, Hermione undid the catch and opened the box.
She gasped, "Legolas!"
On the pure white velvet lay a glimmering silver chain with a rose that seemed to be every shade of red at once, like a drop of blood on snow. It shimmered with the same unknown, mystical light as Legolas' leaf. Legolas took the necklace in his hands and place it gently on Hermione's neck.
"It also has another function." Legolas paused. "Ordinarily, once you went back to your time, our mind connection would be broken as the span of years is too many. But this necklace enables the connection to stay as crystal clear."
That was too much for Hermione, tears of joy streamed down her face. She tried to speak, but no words would come out, so she hugged Legolas with all her strength.
Then she found her voice.
"Thank you," she whispered.