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Harry had reappeared at the place where he had sought to return for these many years in his magical education. Godric's Hollow.

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Harry had returned to Hogwarts very late in night. He had just barely made it past the prowling nemesis of all night wandering students in Hogwarts, Argus Flitch and Mrs Norris. He had just barely reached the sleeping portrait of the Fat Lady that guards the only entrance into the Gryffindor Common Room when a voice frozen him cold.

"Harry, where did you go?" asked a gentle voice.

'Oh dear! Not Dumbledore again!' thought Harry as he turned towards the source of the voice.

"Sorry, Albus," Harry apologized as the Headmaster strode towards him. "I just had the sudden urge to visit..."

Harry swallowed.

"The place where I had grew up from my birth to my first year in this world of suffering, as well as the death place of my parents," choked Harry. He became overwhelmed with emotion and his eyes became moist with tears, and he hurriedly wiped them away.

"Sorry Albus," muttered Harry.

"Quite understandable, Harry," said Dumbledore. "I understand that you do have some feeling for your birthplace and you haven't visited it yet. But I really hope that you inform me of your whereabouts and when you will be returning from your place of visit because of the threat of Tom Riddle."

"All right, Albus."

"Now why don't you go back to bed before Argus come by and gets you for loitering along the corridor in the middle of the night."

Harry smiled at the retreating back of the Headmaster. He was glad that Dumbledore did not punish him for taking a day off school without his permission.

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A month later...

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Harry and all the students had just finished the morning feast when Dumbledore stood up and smiled at the mass of students that sat at the different house tables.

"Welcome! Students and distinguished guests!" announced Dumbledore as he addressed the Great Hall. "Welcome to the first Inter-school Quidditch Tournament! Later, we will be having the first match of the Tournament, Hogwarts reigning champion - the GRYFFINDORS! Today they will be facing the Salem's own reigning Champion - the WITS! Can the respective houses go down to the changing room beside the Quidditch pitch, now?"

At these words, the Salem's house Wit Quidditch players stood up, amid applauses and cheers from the Slytherin house only. The rest within the Great Hall just clapped politely. The effect was totally different from Wits as the Gryffindors stood up. The Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and Gryffindors all burst into applause. And the very moment when Harry stood up, the whole Hall rang with screams and cheers. All other Quidditch players from Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw actually stood up and cheered Harry on.

Harry felt totally embarrassed at the display of the other houses. Harry had expected nothing more than a round of applause from the other houses but this was certainly way out of his expectation. To get the Slytherin to support Harry, are you expecting three hundred blue whales to develop wings?

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"Welcome all my friends!" cried Lee. He was elected to be the commenter by the school staff. "Gracing the air of Hogwarts in this first ever Inter- school Quidditch Championship is the Salems. It seems that the Wits Quidditch players had graced the skies with Six Nimbus Razor Millennium and a Firebolt."

"Jordan!"

"Sorry Professor. Chasers Ellen Adamson, Sonia Young and Chip Simon; Beaters, Todd Loder and Lee Maynard; Keeper Richard Mitchell lead by Captain cum Seeker Charles Essam, representing the Salem Wizards and Witches Institute!" cried Lee as the seven purple shapes shot out into the skies.

"And the Gryffindors! Widely acknowledged the best that Hogwarts had seen these years! Chasers Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet; Beaters Fred and George Weasley; Keeper Dean Thomas and Seeker, the Legendary Boy-Who-Lived! Harry Potter!"

"Jordan!"

"That's true Professor."

Seven scarlet figures shot out from the side of the pitch and hovered along with the Salems students in the middle of the Pitch. Madam Hooch carried out a box. Harry recognised the box from anywhere. It was the same box Harry had seen all these years in Hogwarts. It was the same box that had contains the Quaffle, Bludgers and the small Golden Snitch.

"On the count to three, I will release the balls. Until I blow my whistle you are not to go after them, understood?"

The group nodded mutely.

"One!"

Harry felt very nervous. It was the first time he had played against other Quidditch Players.

"Two!"

Harry had felt the same panic he had felt in the first task just when he discovered with the aid of Hagrid that he had to deal with a fully-grown Dragon. And it wasn't a very pleasant experience.

"Three!"

Madam Hooch gave the box a kick and the balls shot into the sky. Then the sharp whistle could be heard.

"And the game begins!" cried Lee as the scarlet blurs and the purple shadows flew and intercepted each other. Harry flew himself higher and stopped at one hundred feet above sea level. There, Harry circled the pitch like a falcon searching for its prey. However the only difference was that Harry was searching for the small and elusive Golden Snitch. After ten minutes into play, Harry managed to hear Lee say:

"Finally! The first goal in this match! Ten points to Gryffindors! For the first time after Harry Potter had joined the Gryffindor house, there is some opposition!"

"Jordan!"

Harry thought, 'I better locate the Snitch fast before I suffer the first lose in perfect condition.'

Suddenly, Harry noticed that the American Seeker had gone into a steep dive. Losing not time, Harry followed him. Harry hurled through the air and managed to catch up with Charles Essam. Neck by neck, the two seeker hurdled towards the ground. Chasers and keepers forgot what they was doing as the two rocketed towards the ground. Just seven metres from the ground Charles Essam pulled away while Harry continued with the steep dive at neck breaking speed.

All these while when the two Seekers were diving at a crazy speed towards the ground, Lee was shouting along the same line.

"Will you look at them go! Had Seeker Charles Essam seen the Snitch or is it the Wronski Feint?"

Harry followed Charles Essam down when he noticed the Golden Snitch was just beside Charles's Firebolt. When Charles pulled up to prevent himself from hitting the ground, Harry continued in his dive. He reach out his hand and closed it on the cold metal of the Golden Snitch. Just three feet off the ground, Harry noticed that he was too near to the ground. In the last ditch attempt, Harry pulled his broom upwards, just in time as the acceleration speed had thrust him upwards where he had the Golden Snitch held up in pride. The stand erupted into cheers and screams.

"Gryffindor Seeker, Harry Potter had caught the Snitch! Hundred and Fifty points for Gryffindor! The Gryffindor wins by one hundred and sixty to ten! The Salems scored in the last minute!"

The effect on the Slytherin was rather funny. The Slytherin looked at both Gryffindors and Wits with disgust. Harry reckoned that the Slytherins loaned the Nimbus brooms to the Salems. The Slytherins were disgusted by their own defeat and was trying to look for a way to get back at the Gryffindor but it was apparent that it had failed. Harry and the rest of the team met with the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.

"The victory!" cried one of the Hufflepuffs who Harry had seen in the Sorting last year under the name Eleanor Branstone. From afar, Harry noticed Zabini signal him to go over. Harry excused himself from the crazy mob and walked over towards the young Slytherin. When Harry reached the young girl, all she said was.

"Malfoy is trying to recruit more Death Eaters from within Slytherin to overthrow Dumbledore and the Order of Phoenix. I worry that he may succeed to get twenty Slytherin over. All You-Know..."

This statement caused Harry to give a reproving stare to Slytherin.

"Sorry, all Tom Riddle needs is twenty Death Eaters to kill Dumbledore and you."

Harry nodded and said, "Go to Dumbledore and report this to him and call for an Order meeting tonight."

"But, Potter..."

"Call me Harry, please Zabini," interrupted Harry as he held up his hand.

"Harry, Dumbledore will not believe me," explained the young pretty Slytherin.

"Hold up your hand, Zabini," said Harry and the girl held up her right hand as he order. Harry placed his palm gently on and whispered a few chosen words and a dull pain went through Zabini's hand. And when Harry pulled his palm away with a soft, "Sorry." She gasped. On it was a proud phoenix in flight.

"This will detect if you told a lie, show it to Dumbledore and he will listen to you for today only," said Harry before he walked towards Charles Essam.

"A very nice move," said Harry the moment he reached the American Seeker.

The Seeker turned and saw Harry. He held out his hand and said, "The honor is mine for meeting the legendary Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter."

'Oh, no! Not that crap about me.'

"I believed that jerk Malfoy saying that you was a worthless piece of shit who can't even locate the Golden Snitch," The American said lightly as he shook Harry's hand. Harry smiled and said.

"Malfoy, well, has lost every match to me ever since he joined the Slytherin Quidditch team three years ago."

"Mr Potter..."

"Call me Harry please, Charles," interrupted Harry.

"Harry, I have a question to ask you ever since the Daily Prophet article had came out last year. Can you really speak Parseltongue?"

"I can, if not I couldn't have killed the King of Serpent in Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets."

"King of Serpent?"

"Basilisk," Harry elucidated further. "It was the creature which had Petrified four of my friends three years ago."

"Oh!"

"Anyways, a very nice match I had with you, I really hope that you thrash those Slytherins," said Harry. "Let's us return to the castle before we get carried away."

"All right! Let's go!"

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Harry and the rest of the student were in the Great Hall when a screech interrupted the dinner. A silvery-coloured phoenix flew into the room. Harry stood up and held up his arm. The phoenix flew straight towards Harry and landed heavily on his arm. In its beak held a letter made of a material that Harry couldn't recognize. Harry removed the letter and sent the phoenix off.

When Harry turned and sat down, he noticed he was getting a lot of weird looks and he said, "What's the problem? Never seen a silver coloured phoenix?"

"Yes!" chorused the school together. Harry just shook his head and open his letter. The content shocked him. All he could do is gasp and shake before he managed to get a grip on himself.

"Ron, Hermione and Neville, come with me!" said Harry before he banish the letter to Dumbledore before he pulled on is robes and walk straight out of the room. The Headmaster caught the letter and read through and his face fell and darkened.

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My Lord of Light,

This is King Argudani from the land of Elves. The Lord of Darkness and his foul army of undead have invaded our sanctuary of peace. He has broken down our defense and is one-day march away from our capital. A holy artifact guards our holy land and prevent it from falling into the Darkness. However the artifact had been destroyed during the attack. All of our warriors had fallen under the brutal attack of that monster. All that is left of our city population are only females, elderly and young elves under the age of twenty. Our place is totally weak and defenseless.

I, King Argudani IXI Rctpor, hereby request that you can render assistance to our land. We do not wish that our holy land to be tainted by these undead. All Elves will forever be under yours and your descendants command forever. I wish that you would help us in our time of trouble.

Your Lordship,

Argundani IXI Rctpor

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Harry opened the Dimension Door and stepped into it. Immediately, he felt the dizzy spinning effect which he had felt the previous time. Harry landed softly when he reached the other end, his destination. The Land of Elves. The destruction that met his eyes was repulsive. Elves are known in the magical world to have the ability to hide themselves will where ever there are trees. Once they are outside the safety of the tree, they become vulnerable.

Lord Voldemort had made use of this by using all his skeletons to destroy all the surrounding trees before he massacred the Elves. Harry shook his head; Ron, Hermione and Neville beside him.

"Took you long enough," said Harry. Ron walked over the barren land cautiously and said.

"Where are we?"

"The land of Elves," said Harry as he bended down and pick up a little of the ash that laid thick on the ground.

Neville walked over and said, "Harry, are you joking? The land of Elves is known to be overgrown with trees."

"Apparently, Tom Marvolo Riddle made use of this fact to remove the threat of Elven defenders," said Hermione as she walked towards one of the burnt stumps and place her hand on it. Instantly, the burnt tree shot up and regain the formal height.

"Tom Riddle is going to pay for all this destruction he has caused," growled Harry.

TBC...

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A note from your Author:

Another chapter finished! Now I know whom I will pair Harry with, but for now I will keep this a secret. Another thing, I would like to thank The Red Dragons Order for editing all my following chapters. Anyway, I want to extend my thanks to my following reviewers! They are:

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