Disclaimer: Okay, since all of these carry the same message I won't bother telling you something you already know and that is that Harry Potter does not belong to me.
Authors Note: I'm so sorry, terribly sorry. I hate my teacher!!! I mean how are you supposed to finish a project in 2 weeks!!! Argh! Anyway, I'm extremely sorry that I took so long, but I don't know what got into me and Ides of March took a long time editing. I promise that the next chapter will come a lot sooner.
And without further ado…
Chapter 4: Ides of Mars
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Harry groggily opened his eyes and immediately closed them again and opened them again. Ok, so he wasn't dreaming. Suddenly, his brain started working again and started processing information about his surroundings. One thing was sure, he wasn't in Privet Drive. Instead a richly furnished room surrounded him. To be more exact, he was in a large four poster bed with green hangings and gold trimming, the posts were made out of a dark mahogany with some ivy circling up to the top, hanging down in a beautiful canopy. A large window with a magnificent view of a brook that lay below was on his right side. Beside it was a rich mahogany desk with carvings of plants and animals along its sides, the same applied to the rosewood chair behind the desk. On the wall that was on the left side of him were paintings of animals, a large bookshelf filled with more than enough books to satisfy even Hermione, and a grass green double walk-in closet door. The final wall was occupied by paintings of scenery and two doors. The walls and ceiling were painted a soft shade of forest green with a gold border. The ceiling had a large elliptical skylight in the middle. In one corner, there was a detailed carved statue of a wolf, unicorn, and falcon which blended together flawlessly.
"Wow."
"Amazing isn't it?"
Harry looked over to where the voice was and again was surprised. The owner of the voice was wearing (imagine something near what Legolas wore in the LOTR movie), with straight dark brown hair and brown eyes with a slight yellow-green tinge in them. On his back were a bow and a quiver and on the belt he was wearing a dagger. He looked around Harry's age. He also had pointy ears – basically the stereotypical picture of an elf in a muggle book. But Harry had never heard of elves and 4 years in the Wizarding World with absolutely no indication of one, probably meant that that wasn't an elf.
"Hello, I my name is Celethar. Welcome to Turalivalen, Harry Potter. Mother, Lady Awenriel, wants to see you. I will tell you more about myself, since we are probably going to spend most of our time together. As I already mentioned, I am Celethar (A/N: That's what I'm going to refer him as from now on.), son of Lord Elrin and Lady Awenriel. I am 15. And as you may have guessed, I am an elf. I would tell you if it weren't for the fact that we're keeping Mother waiting."
Although Harry was confused and wondering how he came to a land of the elves (who he hadn't even heard existed fifteen minutes ago!) when he was in Voldemorts Lair a short while ago; he couldn't help but relax. The elf, as he called himself, just gave out the vibe that Harry should trust in him – very reminiscent of Albus Dumbledore actually. He followed him to the closet door and went in, and was shocked again. Inside the closet was the widest range of clothes he had ever seen, from muggle to intricate robes.
"Here try these on, they should fit you. I'll be waiting outside," said Celethar, handing Harry a set of clothing that was similar to his. Harry put on the clothes and went out feeling slightly awkward in the outfit.
"Let's go, we've left Mother waiting long enough."
On the way Celethar explained to Harry the ways of the elves and things he should know. Finally after walking for 10 minutes (in which Harry was having trouble keeping track of all the things he had learnt so far), they stopped in front of a grand door that had carvings of the same wolf, unicorn, and falcon. After they stopped, the doors swung open.
"This is where we eat for special occasions."
They stepped into the Grand Hall, and walked to a door in the opposite wall. This room was entirely made out of frosted glass (with the exception of the floor, which was made out of marble). In the room were two doors. When they entered, Celethar directed Harry to the door on the right, and they went through the door.
The room reminded Harry of a forest; in fact if he didn't know that he was in a room he would've thought that he was forest, the room was basically built out of trees. Harry followed Celethar through a twisty path, till a 'clearing' came into sight. Here Celethar beckoned Harry to come forward. In the clearing sat a tall lady who slightly resembled Celethar. This, Harry assumed, was Lady Awenriel. Her hair tumbled down her back in golden locks. Around her head was a circlet made out of the finest silver. Engraved on this were several runes - which were probably Elvish; in the middle of her forehead the circlet curved a little down forming a triangle that was pointing down, and in the middle of the triangle was a pearl smaller than his little finger's nail. Instead of the elaborate gown Harry had expected her to wear, Lady Awenriel wore a plain white robe with thin gold thread embroidered along the edges, over her thin body. Around her neck she wore a necklace with a teardrop shaped crystal pendent, filled with a clear pinkish-peach liquid. Harry stared, not meaning to be rude, but Lady Awenriel looked unbelievably beautiful.
She turned her piercing gray-blue eyes on Harry, giving him an uncanny feeling that she could read his mind. "Harry, good to see you again. We're sorry about the incident on the 31st of the seventh month, two weeks ago. Now let me explain a few things to you."
She went on about things he should know, rules, classes that he would apparently be attending and more for over an hour. Finally she said: "Now that we have that out of the way, you're going to train with Celethar here. Although he has more experience than you, I am confident you can catch up to him. Any questions? Okay, Celethar show Harry around. You may leave now."
"Yes Mother, bye Mother."
Harry stepped out of the clearing with questions swirling around his head, but something seemed to stop him from asking them.
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"Harry, this is Celeste, my twin sister, Celeste this is Harry."
"Hey, nice to see you; Celethar said you were going to train with him." Celeste had golden brown hair with gold highlights. Her eyes were dark brown with a hint of honey yellow. She was a bit shorter than Celethar but an inch taller than Harry. She was slightly tanned, giving her face a golden glow. Around her neck she wore the same teardrop pendent as her mother, except hers was a clear, icy blue.
Harry eyed his new friend, "Celethar, I have a feeling I'm the only human here. And also, so far, everyone I've met has given me weird looks, except for you and Celeste. Am I gonna be treated as an outcast or something?"
"Don't worry. We need to get going."
"Hey! Can you wait up? I just need to put this away, thanks. Let's go to the stables, I need to see Illusion anyway."
"Sure."
Harry, Celethar, and Celeste headed towards the stables. Occasionally, Clethar or Celeste pointed something out to him. Finally they reached the stables.
"This is where we keep our horses. You'll get a stallion once you've reached a high enough level, which hopefully will be soon. Celeste and I got our horses only two months ago. That's Illusion, the chestnut coloured mare with the blaze and four socks. This one's Mission, my stallion, he came from the best line of stallions we have." Mission was pure black with a star and four socks. "The other stallion over there, the pure black one with the black and white tail, see it? That's Mission's twin. She doesn't belong to anyone yet. But anyway, picking a horse is like picking a wand, though I don't know why wizards and witches need them; the horse picks its trainer. Celethar continued on, pointing out horses and giving a brief history of each. They stayed until sunset, until Harry knew about every horse in the stable.
"It's sunset already? We need to go now, Celeste! It's time to go!"
"I'm coming. Besides you didn't finish-"
"Celeste, you know it's impossible to show the entire palace in a day and the mansion…that is if we're supposed to show Harry the mansion"
"Yeah, yeah Mr. Think-He-Knows-Everything." Celethar glared at Celeste.
They walked inside and headed towards the Grand Hall.
"We're going to eat in the smaller hall; father is on a trip so you won't meet him yet."
Celethar opened a door beside the hall; that led to a room that had a rectangular table in the middle. The room was bordered by many trees.
"Here, sit beside where I usually sit, I think that is where you're going to sit," said Celethar, gesturing to the second seat on the left.
Harry sat down beside Celethar and gazed around, and then the doors opened. Celethar and Celeste immediately stood up, Harry a second later also stood up. The queen and what Harry guessed were the training masters that Celethar told him about, stepped in. Then Celethar and Celeste who was sitting on the other side of Harry, and Harry sat back down. Harry's guess was right.
"Harry good to see you again, these are going to be your training masters. This is Torren; he's going to be your riding trainer," said the queen, pointing towards a young male elf.
"I'm Solari (so-larr-ri) and here beside me is Saila (sail-la), we're going to teach you different types of combat."
"We're Astral, Airiya, Auraina we are going to teach you magic."
The introductions went on until all 11 masters were introduced.
"Now that the introductions are done, why don't we satisfy our stomachs?" said the queen. She clapped her hands twice; food appeared on the table like Hogwarts. Harry soon found that the food was even better than Hogwarts food – which he had considered impossible a few hours earlier.
After the wonderful meal, Celethar showed Harry back to his room. Harry, Celethar, and Celeste sat on the bed, joking around after they took baths and met at Harry's room.
"… And then he slipped and fell straight into the trap!" said Celeste, and they burst into laughter again.
"It's 11:00 we need to go, I'll come at 7:00 tomorrow and then I'll finish showing you around. See you tomorrow, bye!" said Celethar, closing the door.
'Wonder what Ron and Hermione are doing right now.' He shrugged the thought off and lay down on his bed in acceptance. Immediately, he fell into a blissfully dreamless sleep.
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Things in the wizarding world were not nearly going as well.
Everybody sat in a frozen silence…
June banged open the door, panting, " 'arry…ligh'…dizappeared…moggle…nez toore…zead…Zar' Mark…cell…gone…ligh'…e…" And with that she fainted, leaving the last and probably most important word incomprehensible. Azealea got up just in time to catch her and put her in a chair; Solare came flying in, still in her Merlin form, and collapsed while changing back, into a chair. (A/N: I know, I know. Solare was supposed to report back but I wanted June to come in and tell them. And I know that June was not there as I said I just wanted her to tell them.)
"Dumbledore?" asked Azealea, while reviving June.
"Okay, we're going to Privet Drive, Arthur, Bill and Charlie, go back to your family and tell them about this. They all will want to know, especially Ron. Solare, Azealea, June, you go to the Grangers'. Serverus and Mungundus, go to the Ministry and notify them, report back with anyone that wants or needs to come. Alastor, Arabella, Remus, and Sirius, follow me to Privet Drive, Sirius change to your animagus form. Minerva, Filius stay here just in case anyone comes. Everyone, report back here in one hour," said Dumbledore, taking control. Everyone fumbled with something he or she was wearing (A/N: Whatever they were wearing, e.g. Earrings, bracelet, watch, glasses etc., allowed them to kinda apparate in Hogwarts grounds. But it's also kinda like a portkey and floo powder because you had to say the place name like The Burrow/ Weasleys Residence, but you had to say the code word before the place name in order to activate it so it will work. A little idea I came up with. Sorry if your fic has something like that but I just wanna tell you that I came up with the idea when I was about to fall asleep in class. (Most of my ideas come that way, lol)), except for Sirius who was in his animagus form.
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At the Weasleys
"Oh, your Arthur's back. All of you will go to bed after he tells you alright? Your brothers decided to visit."
Three pops were heard, a second later, three people appeared standing in front of them. The second they appeared though, questions were bombarded at them.
"…can he?"
"Harry…"
"What…?"
"…come?"
"Quiet! Arthur, can Harry come, what did Dumbledore say?" asked Molly Weasley.
The three that just appeared looked weary and tired, apparating and disapparating from Hogwarts can be tiring, even with the tonhues (the 'pass' that allows them to apparate within Hogwarts grounds.)
"Um…well, you see…how should we say this?"
"It's Harry; he can't come even if Dumbledore said yes," blurted out Charlie.
"Now, Charlie, let's just start from the beginning," said Arthur.
"You see we were in a meeting, when suddenly the Privet Drive defence shield alarms went off, then stopped."
"So we weren't sure what to do."
"Then June, you don't know her, came back."
"And said, I quote, ' 'arry…ligh'…dizappeared…moggle…nez toore…zead…Zar' Mark…cell…gone…ligh'…e…' So…."
"So we came to the conclusion that Harry isn't at Privet Drive anymore, in fact we don't know where he is, not even Dumbledore knows."
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Granger Residence
Three figures appeared before a manor.
"Are you sure we arrived at the right place?" asked Azealea.
"Yeah, the sign says Granger on it." Solare pointed towards a barely visible plaque on the gate.
The three walked up towards the door, and June pressed the doorbell. After ten minutes they pressed the bell again.
"Do you think anyone's home?"
"Vell, no un is goin' to be avake right now."
Solare who was standing a bit back was gazing at the stars, stated, "Mars is bright to-"
Right at that moment the door creaked open, showing a bushy haired girl.
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TBC…Okay, okay, I know that the preview part was supposed to be in this chapter, but Ides of March said (more like forced…) that I shouldn't add it in, and after reading it over again I figured out that it was really cheezy, and cliché.
Thanks to all my reviewers:
Ides of March: Like I don't know that… it's sad. Anyway thanks for reviewing even though you were bored, if I remember correctly.
Fair Lady Ravenclaw: Nope, never had anyone do that… since, this is my first fic.
insaneandproudofit: Thanks for reviewing and for answering my questions. And I love the email.
julie: Thanks
wquad: Thanks for your opinion. Everyone seems to like having Ron disappear…(hint hint)
Maraudersgurl1: Thanks, your opinion really helped.
Thanks to everyone that reviewed and will review…*hint hint*
~Eclipze
