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"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 had caused," Harry growled.

Holding out his hand, Harry declared, "Ad me, baculum!"

Once again Harry had displayed his staff. Looking around, Harry whispered a few words. Immediately, the four elemental gods appeared before him. Without batting an eyelid, Harry just said.

"I want the whole of this land to be restored within a week."

"Yes, Harry," before they disappeared. Harry walked to his friends who had busied themselves by restoring the destroyed land and said, "Enough! We need to get the Capital of the Elves. King Argundani IXI Rctpor awaits us."

"Who?" asked Ron as he watch the layer of ash slowly disappeared from sight.

"The King of Elves," answered Harry. Looking around, he said, "We better hurry, Tom Marvolo Riddle is just outside the Elven capital."

Muttering a silent incantation, Harry had he and his friends transported straight into the Throne Room inside the Tree of Everlasting. The moment Harry appeared before the Elven king, he immediately went onto his knees and said.

//My respect to your Majesty! //

The Elf King jumped up and looked at Harry who was kneeing on the floor, while his three friends stood together, wondering why had Harry gone onto his knees. With a snap of his hand, the Elf king ordered his guards to arrest the intruders. Immediately, the Elf Guards moved in.

//Your Majesty, cool down! I am the Lord of Light!//

Harry not wishing to reveal his identity but now with the Summoning Necromancer just outside the Elf Capital, the situation is getting out of hand. Besides, the Elf King had said that almost all of his Elves defenders had fallen under the Dark Lord's attack. However the reaction was not what Harry had expected.

//You are no Lord of Light! The new Lord of Light is the Lightning Bearer! Guards! Throw these undead scourges into the Dungeons! //

'Merlin! I need a little help here, please!'

*How? *

'Don't ask me! I wouldn't have asked for your help if I'm not caught in a spot!'

*Ah.... the Lord of Light asking the Father of modern magic for help! I never thought that I would live to see this day! *

'Merlin, you are already DEAD! Dead as in D.E.A.D!'

*Ah...the pity! *

'Haha. Very funny, Merlin!'

*Funny? Then laugh all you want! *

'I give up!'

*Giving up so soon? *

'What do you expect? You refused to help me!'

*Now that you mention it, I think that I won't help! *

'WHAT!'

*Bye, Harry! *

'MERLIN!'

Silence.

'Oh shit! Now how in the name of Hell am I going to worm my way out of this?'

The Elven guards weren't very gentle as they pushed Harry and his friends towards the Dungeon under the Tree. Soon, they reached the entrance and the guards separated Harry from his friends and pushed him, alone, into the Dungeon. Suddenly, without any warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. The first that crossed his mind was, 'No! Impossible! Tom Marvolo Riddle can't have enter the Capital.'

"Well, well," sneered a cold and cruel voice. Harry lifted his head and saw the owner of that voice. Lord Voldemort. "Who do we have here?

"What do you want?" snapped Harry angrily.

"Now, now calm down, Potter," said Lord Voldemort in voice filled with amusement. At this, the Elf King walked in and heard the last part and said.

//Potter, as in Harry Potter? //

Slowly, Harry turned and faced the Elf King. What Harry had seen shocked him beyond description. The King looked haggard and tired, instead of a grand imposing figure that had order for his arrest and leader of the Elf Kingdom. Stunned beyond words, Harry nodded.

//Forgive me, my Lord! The Lord of Darkness had kidnapped my family and threatened to kill them. //

"Enough talking, you Elf!" snapped Voldemort. "Drag that old fool away and lock him up before I decide on how to deal with his family!"

"But you promised to free my family after you got the Lord of Light!" cried the King as he struggled to get away. Soon his voice faded away as watched the Elf King being drag out by a couple of skeleton warrior.

"You are totally despicable and disgusting," hissed Harry angrily.

"I thank you!" said the Dark Lord. "I take it as a accolade from you, Lord of Light."

Closing his eyes, Harry focus on the only chance of escape and freeing the Elf Kingdom - the Sword of Light.

"Now, back to business," said Lord Voldemort as he clapped his hands together, grinning wickedly. He drew out a sword, which Harry recognised as the lighter of the twin Slytherin broadsword.

"Harry Potter, I believe that you are well-versed in the arts of swordplay," grinned Lord Voldemort as he fingered the blade lovingly. "I hereby give you a chance to save yourself Lord of Light!"

Harry started to weight his chances. Here he is under the Tree of Everlasting in the dungeon, and worse without a sword when facing a Greater Basilisk poison-coated sword. The odds aren't tipped to his side. Noticing Harry's silence, Lord Voldemort started to taunt him.

"Come on Potter! Can't summon your sword as you did last time at the graveyard?"

"I dearly wish that there's a place for you in Hell, Tom Riddle!"

"We will never know, Potter! I intent to live for ever!"

After placing all his hope on the trump card-the Sword of Light, Harry summoned all the powers of his Elementals to hold off Lord Voldemort for a while until the Sword of Light arrived. Slowly, the elements respond to his call. A handle of a blade began forge and form in Harry's hand. The hilt, blade swam slowly into sight and solidified.

"Ah... an elemental forged sword, interesting Potter," grinned Lord Voldemort as he eyed the weapon with amusement. "A pity this is the last thing that you will ever hold! For I'm going to end this the quick and easy way! Avada Kedvara!"

Harry had only the split second to respond as the Killing Cure shot towards him. Following his instinct, Harry did a back flip, landing perfectly just as another killing streaked through the air towards. Harry continued his back flip and thrust himself into the air, missing the deadly curse by a mere inch. Letting the thrust to propel himself, Harry did a somersault and felt his leg come into contact with the wooden wall and hardly have time to thank Max for all the gruesome training he had put him through when he heard Voldemort fire another Killing Curse towards him. Thrusting himself forwards, Harry threw himself head wards towards the killing Curse. Just when the curse is about to hit him, Harry twisted his body just in time for the curse to miss him narrowly.

Once again, Harry held up Elemental sword. Slowly, it transformed. The blade shortened and the hilt disappeared while the handle lengthened, turning the sword into a javelin. Making use of the momentum, Harry threw the javelin with all his might. The javelin cut through the air and headed towards Lord Voldemort.

The Heir of Slytherin brought up his sword in a great arc, splitting the javelin into two. Little did he expected the weapon to split into two and continued in its flight towards him. Shocked, Lord Voldemort instantly Apperated out of the Realm. Lord Voldemort knew that he had yet to regain his powers as an immortal, therefore, any weapon, and curses can easily remove his life. Just after the Lord of Darkness, the Sword of Light instantly appeared in front of Harry, along with it is the Sword of Darkness. Harry walked forward and grabbed the Sword Light and plunged it with all his might in the ground. At once Harry started to chant.

"Heed my call, obey my request! Power of the Light, Power of the sword! I summon your powers to plunge this land of the plague of Undead. Should my powers to be needed to fuel your needs, I shall willing agree!"

The Sword of Light shimmered for a while and then slowly, light began to spread out from the Sword of Light. Harry could feel the massive power as the light radiated slowly outwards. Soon, as Harry fueled the power of the Sword with his own powers and the Order of Light, the light gain speed and spread out, destroy all undead warriors, leaving piles of burnt ash in its wake. Renewing the spirits of the remaining Elven defenders, the light spread out even further, destroying the blight that had been left behind by Lord Voldemort. Harry felt that the land been totally plunged of the undead and focused on sealing off the realm from the Undeads and those who bore the Dark Lord's mark.

After he had accomplished what he wanted, Harry moved forward and grab hold of the Sword of Darkness. Walking out of the Dungeon, Harry moved to the square of the Elf Capital where the Sunwell of the Elves was situated. Placing the Sword of Darkness on the north side of the well, Sword of Light in the East and his own staff in the west, Harry moved to the south and sat down, forming a complete cross.

"Upon the power of the given, granted by the Sunwell, Sword of Light, Sword of Darkness, Staff of Power and myself! I once again summon the souls of those who had fallen in this land! Those who had fought for the Light, arise! Once again as yourself, Elves! Resurrection granted by the Power of Cross!"

A wave of light swept over the Land of Elves at once, reviving those who had once fallen under the brutal attack of the Undead army led by Lord Voldemort.

'Ah! What the book had said had proven to be true!' though Harry.

*Yes, however that is a limit to how one can be resurrected.*

'Merlin!'

*Hi, sonny! Once again, you had proven yourself worthy as the Lord of Light.*

'I will kill you! The moment when I get back to Castle, you will truly regret!'

*Ah! As you had said, Harry, I'm dead. As in D.E.A.D.*

'Just you wait.'

*I'm not waiting, Harry. But the King and his family is.*

'Shit!'

*Nice choice of word to describe you keeping the King of Elves waiting.*

'Please don't remind me,' growled Harry as he hurried back to the Dungeon where the Royal family and his friends is kept in captive. Seeing the magical barrier that stood in front of him, Harry knew that this is where his friends and the Royal family was kept. Pointing the Sword of Light at the door, Harry said, "Reducto!"

The spell erupted from the Sword and destroyed the magical barrier upon contact. Stepping in, the first thing Harry saw almost made him want to rip the Dark Lord, Voldemort, limb from limb with his own bare hands. The Elf princess, barely the age of thirteen, was stripped naked, hung loosely on the chain created from the bones. The cuts and slits lined her whole body. Her face was pale, and the lack of blood was obvious as a puddle of blood was just under her feet and judging from the trails of blood that had flowed down and the dryness of it, the Elf princess had been tortured for quite some time.

But at the same time, Harry noted how exactly the princess looked and his mind went on a wild fantasy ride then. 'Get a grip Potter! She's in danger and you...'

'Ok, ok!' snapped Harry. (A/N: Oh come on! Harry is a teen and hormones are still in much command! So DON'T FLAME!!!)

"Castus repagula!" whispered Harry and a bolt of pure holy energy burst fro from the Sword, removing the entire bone shackle around her and healing her. The princess fell into an awkward heap onto the ground. Harry removed his robe and placing it around her. Casting the much need warming charms and blood restoration charms, Harry moved on, destroying any obstacle that stood in his way. Harry reached the final obstacle, which he recognized as the most powerful of all the Dark Arts Shielding Charms - the Cover of Darkness.

"Oh shit," whispered Harry. The Cover of Darkness was fueled by all the hatred, anger, fear, depression, ignorance, greed and wickedness. To totally break this most advanced Dark shield, Harry had to counter it with love, calm, courage, hope, wisdom, moderation and goodness. But never had the thought crossed Harry's mind. All his thoughts were on bringing down the Shield. His anger and frustration wove within his spells only fueled the strength and power of the Shield.

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Back at the Castle of Light...

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After Harry and his friends had disappeared, Dumbledore had dismissed all the students back to their individual Common Room and ordered for an immediate urgent Order of Phoenix Meeting. Soon all the members had arrived at the Grand Hall of Light, some grumbling about waking them up after a hard day's work. But under Dumbledore's angry stare, they quailed.

Pulling out the letter, Dumbledore declared in solemn tone.

"The thing that we had long feared had happen. The Lord of Darkness, Tom Marvolo Riddle, has invaded and defiled the pure land of the Elves. The Elf Royal family has been taken captive. The Elf King, King Argundani IXI Rctpor, sent this letter to Harry for help. Merlin, can you show us how is Harry doing?"

"I'm afraid that none of us is able to help him," sighed Merlin as he shook his head. "Harry is currently undergoing a series of tests to prove his worthiness as the Lord of Light."

"Test? What test?" asked all the members at once. Max sighed and continued to elaborate.

"Both I and Merlin had did similar tests before all creatures of light, past, present and future would truly obey us."

The ghostly shade of James Potter said, "Can you full explain all the test?"

"The batteries of test are laid out to see if the chosen one is truly up to enormous task for preventing the whole to fall into a continuous era of Dark times," said Merlin as he looked at Max.

"Yes," continued Max. "Each time a new Lord of Light is begin chosen, he had to go through tests to evaluate his worthiness. Each time, the test changes accounting to the situation..."

"Then the tests that Harry has to go through?" asked Lily.

"Merlin and I had only gone through five tests each, but Harry had to go through all ten," said Merlin. "Harry has to go through the test of Trust, Faith, Courage, State of Mind, Knowledge, Wisdom, Skills, Abilities, Understanding and Tolerance."

Merlin continued to pace along the table and said, "Harry had already passed the test of Trust and Faith and now the Test of Courage and State of Mind is taking place. I will show you what Harry is going through right now."

As Merlin ended what he had said, he held up a hand and a screen appeared. Buzzing for a while, the screen appeared as Harry started to curse the Darkness that had blocked the way.

"Oh shit!" whispered Max.

"Now really," said Lily as she glanced at Max. "That is no reason for those use of language."

"Not me, that!" said Merlin as he pointed at the Dark mass. "It's the Cover of Darkness, the worst of all Dark Arts shielding charms. Created by the Dark Lord Sracon, it was used very effectively against the forces of Light during the Dark Ages. The Cover of Darkness is fueled by every dark or evil thought. There is only one way to counter the Shield is by using the opposite feelings and thoughts against that shield. Any spell could used to destroy that as long as woven within the spell is Love, kindness, and more."

TBC...

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A note from your author:

Yes! Another chapter done! Sorry for being so late...I had been play Command & Conquer Generals lately...Anyway, I thank all my following reviewers! They are:

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