Disclaimer: Do I have to do this? [Yes you do!] Damn…Okay, well, here's the deal. I don't own the Harry Potter universe, but I do own the Entaris and Ayras and their world, unless someone has already taken my idea and published it (damn you!). All right, well, on with the story…
QUICKIE NOTE: This isn't one of my better chapters. Too much dialogue in my opinion, though if I change it too much, it will affect the plot too much for my liking. Keep reading though. The next chapter is my best one so far.

Dedicated to my fellow writer and pen-pal, Kirstin, who is always just a click and a few taps on the keyboard away.

Chapter Six

"That was speech number three, region name was Equinox, and the attendance number was 2,137, with seating that seats… 3,000," said Elsar to the Court Scribe, Econas. Econas was writing furiously fast but neatly. Elsar tapped the amulet around his neck and a ghostly figure of Ember appeared. It looked like he was talking and shaking hands with somebody. Elsar cleared his throat. Ember, who indeed had been exchanging courtesies with Baroness Delia, swiveled his head around and faced the ghostly figure of Elsar. He excused himself from the Baroness and faced Elsar.

"What number speech is this?" asked Elsar curiously. Ember groaned.

"Number four, region name Extrendique, and the attendance number was 562, with seating of 800," Ember replied almost mechanically.

"I thought there were exactly 500 cities and towns in Extrendique. What of the extra 62?" Elsar inquired.

"Mostly historians who seem to think that the speeches we make will go down in history and normal everyday citizens," replied Ember. He could see Elsar mutter the information to the Court Scribe. Elsar heard Ember groan. "I didn't know there were so many cities… there were so many Barons and Baronesses there! This one was an open speech. That's one of the reasons there were so many."

"Just five more speeches on my part, at least," said Ember glumly.

"And six on mine," said Elsar, none the more cheerful.

"At least you only have to do seven, I have to do eight!" Ember exclaimed.

"You were the one who suggested it."

"I didn't suggest it, it's required."

"Where did it say that?"

"We can't get the message to everybody if we don't do these damn speeches, Elsar! Terredpaix is a HUGE world! We don't have enough time to send a messenger to every region, and then have the Lord or Lady ruling there to get messengers out to all of their cities. It would be too late by then! It takes a week for every single messenger to reach their destination and probably another week to get their report back. It would take too long. Plus, we're few of the fastest Melters in Terredepaix. What takes a messenger one week is a few hours for us."

"Well sheesh, don't have to blow your gasket on me." Ember rolled his eyes and cut off the connection temporarily.

"I'm starting to get a headache," Ember muttered to himself.

"Let us all mourn, our Highness is getting a headache," said a voice behind him. Ember turned around and faced the last person he wanted to see. Lord Entai.

"Lord Entai, you do know I could have you disemboweled for that particular comment?" Ember said with his eyebrows raised.

"I do, but your nature is not such," Lord Entai retorted, his all-too-familiar smirk appearing on his oily face. Ember tried, his headache increasing by the second, to keep his temper in check. It wouldn't do to have the role model lose his temper in public.

"Oh, but I could always change my nature," Ember said in a sickly sweet voice.

"You wouldn't," Lord Entai said firmly, although his voice was slightly quivering, ever so slightly that it would take someone with very good ears to hear it in his voice. Ember, having "very good ears" indeed, heard it and smiled disgustingly sweeter. Lord Entai was a proud man and mean to boot, but that didn't mean that he wasn't under the Prince-Soon-To-Be-King's rule.

"Oh, just you watch me," Ember said pleasantly. Lord Entai's eyes flashed before he disappeared in a whirl of his cloak.

"Whoa, déjà vu…" Ember murmured to himself as he shook his head. "I'm slowly losing my sanity, and it all started with Aure…"

"And me," Lord Elsar piped up. It seemed that he had been listening in on the conversation and had, as discreetly as Elvenly possible, turned on the amulet.

"Oh how could we ever forget you?" Ember said, sarcasm dripping off every word.

"I don't know, you tell me," Lord Elsar retorted, ignoring his sarcasm.

"Aren't you just chipper today?" Ember remarked, turning away from the illusion of his godfather.

"Why yes, I am!" Elsar said before disconnecting. Ember groaned. If only we had more of those damn amulets then I wouldn't have to do this. But noooo, Aurenia just had to protest that it 'wasn't safe'. At least it's faster!

"ARWYS--E!" yelled Aurenia as her speech finished and her fake smile disappeared along with the crowd.

"Yes?" Lady Arwyse said calmly. Aurenia took a deep breath to steady her voice.

"WHY DID I HAVE TO DO NINE LONG SPEECHES?!" screamed Aurenia. She knew she was being very childish, but she couldn't help it! Nine speeches! Nine!

"Your language, Your Majesty," said Lady Arwyse with a hint of humor in her voice.

"Let me rephrase it: Pourquoi est-ce que j'ai obtenu les la plupart des discours hors des deux de nous?" Why did I get the most speeches out of the two of us?

"Ah, Your Grace, it was you who suggested to your brother to make speeches instead of sending messengers. And you chose these particular regions."

"I did not know that six of those regions had grown so much and that they would ask so many questions!"

"'Tis not a problem of mine, is it now?"

"You know, Arwy, sometimes, you can get so annoying."

"I know, Your Highness. I try, and please do watch your language. It sounds so disgustingly rough." Aurenia rolled her eyes and turned away from her.

"I wonder how Ember is doing at the moment…"

"Oh, I'm sure your brother is absolutely fine and contently making speeches, unlike you are," said Lady Arwyse.

"Oh, I'm sure he's contently making speeches," said Aurenia dryly.

"I am glad you agree with me," Lady Arwyse said with approval, obviously missing the sarcasm.

"Sometimes, dear Arwy, you are so slow."

"Your language, Princess!"

"Oh, grow up!" cried Aurenia in exasperation. Lady Arwyse sniffed disapprovingly and walked away with a huff. Aurenia was close to a breakdown at that point. She did everything she could, trying to keep her anger in check. It wasn't exactly that easy. She had apparently inherited the hot temper of both her parents. Ember was more patient these days, and she envied him for keeping control.

"Princess Aurenia?" squeaked a voice behind her. Aurenia was about to blow off her steam at whoever it was, but when she turned around, she met the gaze of a little elf girl. Her gaze softened as the little elf shrank back in fear.

"'Tis okay, little one," Aurenia said soothingly, holding out her hand. The little girl clasped the hand tightly and hung onto her for dear life.

"Please get me away from here, Your Majesty!" the little girl cried desperately. Aurenia raised her eyebrows slightly. Not that she wanted them to or anything, but elves in Terredepaix usually was very polite in stating their requests and were very subtle in stating them, instead of the bluntness that this little elfling showed. She was getting rather used to, and annoyed by, it, and it surprised her when the little girl was so blunt. She shook it off and bent down on one knee to the child's height.

"What is your name, little one?" Aurenia asked kindly as she wiped the tears from the little girl's face.

"Araine, Princess Aurenia," the girl said, trembling at her spot.

"Araine, why do you want me to take you away from here?" Aurenia probed gently.

"M-my father is c-coming home today," Araine answered nervously, her hands shaking with fear. Aurenia's gaze hardened. Tell me it's not who I think it is… she thought, dreading the girl's answer to her next question.

"What about your father?" asked Aurenia, letting a little of her anger loose. Araine shrank back slightly and Aurenia's gaze softened.

"He is a horrible man, Princess! He…he…" Araine looked at her surroundings, as if checking to see if her father was around to see her utter her next words. "He beats me regularly. I'm not quite sure what he means by this, but he said that he will—" Araine gulped. "He said that I would be 'accompanying' him with Mother," Araine whispered. She recoiled immediately, looking around her frantically. Aurenia stood up to her full height and picked up the girl in her arms, cradling her softly. Ember was beat regularly as well… Aurenia thought sadly. She suddenly grew angry. But not at this age… She seems very young!

"How old are you, Araine?" Aurenia asked, composing her emotions.

"Ten years old, ma'am," Araine answered, her tears still falling freely. Aurenia noticed that the girl was tiring as well. Araine was only wearing a small, neat blue dress and matching shoes. Her eyes were a deep forest green and had red hair. Looks a lot like… Aurenia swallowed a lump forming in her throat. Araine looked much like her mother, Queen Azurei. Green eyes and red hair was a common combination for girls in Terredepaix though…

"And your full title?"

"Araine of Hanna, daughter of Eshdavid of Eirith and Aquaziora of Atlantis." Aurenia stopped in her tracks. Aquaziora and Eshdavid…what a pleasant surprise. So my dear second cousin decided to have a child, eh? So little Araine is my third cousin…

"Aquaziora of Atlantis, you say?" Aurenia asked curiously. Araine nodded weakly. Aurenia frowned lightly before picking up Araine in her arms. The ten-year-old seemed so light and small for her age, much like her older brother had once been. Araine started to whimper in a terrified way.

"Don't worry, child, I will not hurt you," Aurenia whispered soothingly. Araine stopped whimpering, but her lips still trembled. Soon, the little girl fell asleep in Aurenia's arms, cuddling up to her chest. Ember, we have an extra visitor today, she thought in her head, sending her thoughts to her twin in a way only twin siblings could.

Who, might I ask, is visiting? And you should be glad that I decided to open our link right this moment, because you wouldn't have talked to me at all this day. And of course, you can't get enough of your older brother so you have to talk to me every single moment you feel like a damsel in distress, waiting for me to save you, me in the role of the honorable big brother.

And cue the blink from the confused little sister. T'what? To answer your question, a little girl, Araine of Hanna, I believe, daughter of Eshdavid of Eirith and Aquaziora of Atlantis. Aurenia answered.

Aquaziora and Eshdavid? My, my, what a wonderful surprise.

Yes, that was my reaction as well. Aurenia answered grimly. What should we do, Em? She is still very innocent and naïve, and she hates her father.

She's got very much reason to. Eshdavid isn't exactly the best father nor elf int he world, ain't he? Hey! You should be her mum!

Yes, yes, I know. And how can I take care of her when I still have to take care of you? Aurenia rolled her eyes. Yes, Eshdavid wasn't exactly the best of Entaris.

What is it with you and understatements? Ember answered, irritated. And besides, Aquaziora wasn't the best Ayra either.

Now you're the one with the understatements.

Hey, it's talent, kid. Live.

I'm not a kid, Em! It's not my fault that our parents don't know the meaning of 'Ladies first.'

'Whatever, Aure. Anyways, I'm on my last speech, so I'll—'

Ember? Aure thought frantically as her twin cut off their conversation abruptly. He wasn't one to do that. Ember… This isn't funny! After receiving no answer, she yelled out (in her head, mind you, she'd be labeled as insane if she actually yelled it out in front of all the Barons and Baronesses), EMBER! Still no answer. She began to get frantic. Araine stirred in her arms and Aurenia gulped audibly. She growled in frustration and Melted to one of the Ayra Castle's many guest rooms. She gently tucked the small child in the bed and called a servant by the name of Variette.

"If she wakes, bathe and clothe her," she ordered Variette. "Then, give her a tour of the Palace. After that, tell Lady Arwyse to take care of her and to not probe into the little girl's past. Also, tell Lady Arwyse to take the rest of my speeches for the day. If I don't return within a week, tell Lady Arwyse that I requested Lord Enral's presence. If he is not available, request for Lord Entai. They will know what happened." She conjured a scroll of parchment and wrote: Take this little girl into the Entari Castle and put her in the room above my guest room. Make sure she is well fed and clothed properly. She is not to leave the Entari Palace. She signed her name on it with fancy handwriting and rolled it up. She handed it to Variette. "Give them this scroll. Do you understand everything, Variette?"

"Y-yes ma'am," Variette stuttered slightly. Aurenia nodded curtly and handed the elf ten gold pieces. She wouldn't usually do this but Araine was very important to her forming plan. And plus, the little girl was innocent, with parents that were horribly cruel. And Variette needed a tip anyways. I should raise the wages of servants…

"And do not tell anyone of what you are requested to do," Aurenia added. "If you do, I will have to have you beheaded. This is very important business." Aurenia knew she wouldn't do it, but the threat would ensure the tasks to be done.

"Y-yes, Y-your Highness," Variette stammered before pulling up a stool to watch over Araine. Aurenia smiled slightly before Melting to the Entari Palace. It was a difficult task, because there was barely any light in the large palace. She passed a passing servant and stopped them.

"Do you know where Prince Ember last made his speech?" she asked politely. The servant shook his head furiously before rushing off as Aurenia dismissed him. She growled in a frustrated way.

"Em, you sure have a talent for worrying me!" she muttered as she walked to the Court Room.

Whatever Aure. Anyways, I'm on my last speech, so I'll— Ember's words were cut short as he felt a fist smack onto the back of his head. He felt a stabbing pain and the last thought in his mind before he blacked out was, Great, I'm going to have a big headache when I wake up…What is up with me and understatements?…
Author's Note When Harry is in the Elven World, he will be Ember. Otherwise, he will be called Harry. This is just to hint you. This is the same with ALL of the elves. All of the elves have a human name and an elven name. Same goes with wizards, witches, and Muggles alike.
He woke up, his body aching. It was an odd feeling, to have his body ache painfully. To say the pain was welcomed was a rather insane thought, but the very boring time he had spent in Terredepaix took away his last shred of pain. Much as he hated to admit it, he had enjoyed a struggle, a challenge. Making speeches and such didn't challenge him at all. This new adventure thrilled him, although it stressed him much to have to risk lives once again.

"Ah, le prince se réveille," said a cold voice behind him. [Ah, the prince awakes.] Harry strained his neck, and felt the throbbing headache he had predicted a while ago. "Je suis heureux que je sois digne de votre présence." [I am happy that I would be worthy of your presence.] The man behind him said with a mock bow. Harry scowled. The air felt dirtier here. He was definitely back on Earth once again. Seeing as the man spoke French, and the ironic French moustache above the man's lips, he figured he was somewhere in France.

Seeing Harry's silence, the man switched to English. "My name is Divadesh Thirei," the man said with a heavy accent. The name struck a cord somewhere in Harry's brain, but he couldn't figure it out. Divadesh looked very Elvish-like, although his ears were not pointed.

"Harry Potter," Harry answered curtly. Divadesh looked at him curiously before calling his partner. With the gift of superb hearing from his lineage, he heard the exchange between the two.

"Are you sure he's the one, Hathui?" Divadesh hissed.

"Yes, he is the one," the other man, Hathui, answered. "He is called Harry Potter in the human world, according to Master Voldemort." Harry's eyebrows shot up at the last part. Suddenly, he came to a revelation. Divadesh…Eshdavid…Thirei…Eirith! Eshdavid of Eirith! Of course! And Hathui…sounds like…Ethui? Ethiu? Ethua? Ethau? Ethae! Ethae of Etrivian! The two former Lords had worked hard against him when he had come to power and he had puzzled over the fact that they suddenly ceased their rebellions. Probably joined Voldemort then, thought Harry bitterly. Harry faked confusion.

"Where am I?" he asked, being careful to keep his tone strictly confused and terrified, as Voldemort and his minions had expected him to be at this point.

"You are in France, Mr. Potter," Divadesh Thirei answered coldly. Harry faked a flinch at the tone Divadesh had expected to be cold and powerful. To Harry, it sounded like he was rather desperate to be on the winning side. Harry mentally snorted at it. Divadesh ranted on and on about how he was going to be given to 'Master Voldemort' as a gift and how 'Master Voldemort' would reward him for his good services. Harry, getting tired of the insane, but quite amusing words, interrupted him, all pretense of pretending gone.

"You know, Eshdavid, Thirei isn't exactly a French last name," he said coolly. He noticed the man's ears flush red. He added, "And you turned to Riddle when your elvish powers were taken away? My, my, I couldn't have expected less." Eshdavid growled audibly. Harry was on a roll, and continued, "Riddle is a good-for-nothing bastard after all. It wouldn't be too hard to imagine you of all people to join him. Be his servant."

"I am not his servant!" Eshdavid screamed in rage. "We are working together as partners! Allies! He and I are of the same power!"

"Temper, Eshdavid," Harry replied tauntingly. He was shaking his finger at him like a mother would to her child when the child was being mischievous. He was mentally cheering himself on in his head. Ah the thrill of insulting a Deyer. An Entari Deyer at that. El and Aure would get a kick out of this.

"I'll get you, Ember," Eshdavid threatened, looming closer with each word. "Once Master Voldemort allows it, I will use the Collier and take away your magic. Then what will you have to turn to? Nothing I tell you! NOTHING!" He left the room cackling his head off at the sick thought. Harry blinked.

"Right," he said after a moment. "Gone insane, that one. But he does have a point with the Collier. Now how to get out of this hell…" He slid out of bed, and immediately felt a large twang of pain erupt in the back of his head. He swayed on the spot for a moment. "I knew I'd have a headache…" He muttered incoherent curses as he stumbled to the door. He blinked a great many times before controlling his vision and walked straighter, although occasionally stumbled. He sneaked out the door and fled down the nearest hallway stealthily.

"Now really, Riddle. I'd expect you to have more security than that," he murmured as he slipped through a door. His eyes brightened at the sight of his bow, sword, and quiver of arrows. Apparently, they had not noticed the many daggers he had hidden all over his body, as he had been taught at his "few weeks" in Terredepaix.

"Those lessons actually paid off," he muttered to himself after strapping on his weapons as quickly as he could. He looked around him. There were weapons everywhere in this room. He looked at each of them curiously. Guns, he thought, as he looked upon the black weapon in front of him. His smile widened. Oh yes, he was going to have a lot of fun. He conjured a bag (that would only last a day before disappearing) and stuffed as many weapons as he could into it. He slung it over his shoulder and grinned wickedly. Oh he was going to have a lot of fun, indeed.

He dashed out of the room hurriedly. As he turned the corner, he ran smack into Eshdavid. Harry's eyes widened in shock and he ran as fast as he could towards the nearest shadow. Eshdavid whipped out a gun and shot messily. Unfortunately for Harry, the shot hit on his arm. He flinched slightly in pain, and without thinking, he hurled himself into the shadow and collapsed as his Melting trip ended. He looked around him as he got up. The headache he had been blocking was back, full force, and the wound in his arm was pounding with pain. He gazed around at his surroundings. He saw a familiar lake outside and gasped. He was at Hogwarts. His vision started to blur. The last thing he saw before he fainted was a flash of black hair before he collapsed from the pain.

Edited on July 21, 2004; July 22, 2004; and August 28, 2004

Hehe, American terms in this chapter! I had a request to translate them for people who don't understand. I'm not sure which is fully American and which isn't, for I haven't been to any other country other than America, Canada, Japan, and the Philippines. I haven't really had that much contact with people, outside of America and Philippines, since I've lived in both countries for over six years, so I don't know which others wouldn't understand and which others won't.

"Get a kick out of this" meaning get a laugh out of the situation.

"Blow a gasket" meaning to throw a fit or snap at somebody in anger.

"You are so slow," means being slow to catch sarcasm or a particular joke.

QUICK NOTE: Only those born of noble lineage have names that start with 'E' or 'A'. Entari nobility start with E's and Ayra nobility start with 'A'. Nobility means Lords/Ladies of the Court and any member of the Royal Family. Barons and Baronesses are not exactly nobility, in my story, anyways. There's more history on that in my side-story.
QUICK NOTE2: Towns are more equal to villages and cities are more equal to towns. Each town and city has a Baron or Baroness, though not all of them have luxurious houses.

Pronunciations, People, and Places:

Equinox – [eh-keeh-NOH] – a region in the eastern area of Terredepaix. It borders the sea on the east, Elgion and Epcoëtt on the north, Elchucco on the west, and Etuidor on the south.

Extrendique – [ex-tren-DEEQ] – a region in the central area of Terredepaix. It borders Efrek and Ethain on the west, Elokitt on the north, Edinion and Eirith on the east, and Hanna, Aries, and a bit of Atlantis on the south.

Econas – [eh-coh-NAHZ] – the Court Scribe. He is in charge of writing all reports on speeches, meetings, and other things that happen with the Royal Council.

Araine – [ah-rah-YIH-nay] – elven daughter of Eshdavid of Eirith and Aquaziora of Atlantis.

Aquaziora – [aqua-ZEE-yoh-rah] – She was one of the leaders of the rebellion after Harry had been taken to Terredepaix for the first time. Although the rebellion was quelled, she and her family had disappeared without a trace before the rebellion was done so, leaving their rebels leaderless.

Eshdavid – [EHJ-doh-veed] – He was the other leader of the rebellion. Husband of Aquaziora and was exiled from Terredepaix after the rebellion was brought down.

Ethae – [eh-THAY] – He was a Lord and was serving as a rebel under Eshdavid during the rebellion. He, too, had disappeared along with Eshdavid and Aquaziora.

Many thanks to:

MiruSedna, athenakitty, Starlight Dreams, Melwasul, pingpong5, Elven Warrior1, crazyNproud, insanechildfanfic, Flying Wings, jeangab057, Aredhel Tasartir, Yana5, Basilisssk, Arctic Wolf2, and lily4james.

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