Immortal Conflicts
By: Myself
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor another other character owned or created by J. K. R. (If you don't know who that is, then you are probably reading the wrong fan fiction.) because SHE owns them. I do however own Elsa Leigh. And Mikeal, Miranda and Madeline Malfoy. They're mine and if you try to take them... well let's just say unpleasant things will occur to you. (But it is getting kinda crowded in here. If anyone else shows up, I'm going to have to start throwing people out of windows and such. Oh wait! That's probably going to happen anyway...) And just as an extra note, the mental conversations and talking Fawkes, those aren't classified as my ideas. I actually got the idea from Saerry Snape's Not Myself.
A/N: /Glomps Diane and Silver-Enchantress-Elf/ I love knowing my working is appreciated. And funny even. That's all me. Don't go flattering yourself, Damien. /Glares at muse/ And you don't have to worry about me writing more. I have all the way until the end of their sixth year all planned out. I won't be done writing for a while yet.
Chapter 8
Finishing Up
He was asleep again. It must have been being exposed to Fawkes for so long, she concluded. The phoenix and its feather had reacted in some strange way and shown him the last spell cast by Harry's wand's brother. Unfortunately, he now knew far too much, far too soon.
If she truly trusted the conclusion she had come to, she could just cast a memory charm on the boy and be done with it. But she knew better. She could tell herself it would help, but she knew deep down that there was some other force driving this.
She sat next to the fire, cooking the rabbit she had caught and glancing occasionally across to the boy. Just because he knew she had helped him doesn't mean he knows too much, she reasoned and then cursed herself for trying to lie to herself. He knows far too much, she spat mentally. A scowl crossed her face.
He was a fool for wanting to know. It was his own fault. He brought it on himself. All these thoughts crossed her mind, but they all brought her back to an essential idea. None of this would have happened if she hadn't interfered. So in all actuality, no matter how much she tried to put the blame on others, it was all her own, for now and forever.
A movement in the corner of her eye and she tensed quickly. She relaxed, however, when she saw it was just Harry crossing to the fire. "Lonely over there by yourself?" she asked amicably.
"No. Just hungry," the boy answered shortly.
"Listen, Harry. I realize that this is all probably a really big shock to you and you're probably having a hard time processing it all, but there are some quick pointers I have to go over with you before we go much farther."
She peered across the fire into the boy's emotionless face and watched as a smirk broke out across his young features. "You've got that right. Like who are you? Why are you helping me? What's happened to my family? Who was that woman with the red hair in my dream? Ummm." He paused, scratching his head for effect.
"If you're quite done...," Elsa interrupted.
His smirk disappeared. "No. I'm not even half way there. So if you don't mind..."
"Well I do. So if YOU don't mind, I can explain as much as I can as soon as you stop your childish prating!"
He snapped his mouth shut and a scowl crossed his face. "Fine. Explain away," he said motioning with his hands.
"I am a friend. I help you because I am bound to you and your fate. I feel responsible to do so because everything that is happening, has happened, and will happen to you is all my fault. Your family is split. Your father's badly injured and he may very well die if he doesn't get medical attention soon. I can send Fawkes to help him as soon as we're done with this. Your step mother is cursed and not in possession of herself. And your sister is at the Weasley's with Sirius. She's quite distraught over being seperated from her family and I don't sense she knows exactly what is going on. And for your last question, the red head in your dream was your real mother, Harry. Lily Potter/Evans." She took a deep breath to signify she was done. "I now open the floor to questions or comments."
The boy stared at her blankly for another few moments and she was about to make an acid remark towards him when she noticed he was crying. "Oh. Now, Harry, mate, there's no need to cry," she said walking over the fire and knelt down next to him, pulling him into an embrace. "Everything's going to be just fine. Fawkes is already on his way to your father. And there's no point crying about your mother. What's in the past should stay there." She wiped off the boy's tears.
"I'm not crying because of that." He said this softly and she hadn't been so close, she wouldn't have heard at all.
"Well then, what for, love?"
"I'll never be able to see my family again."
Sorrow entered her face. "You're right Harry. If you go back, the Death Eaters will torture them into finding out where you are. Which brings up an interesting question, Harry. What did you take from the Dark Lord?"
"I didn't think I could," he said producing a wand out of his robes and her eyes widened. "But when I woke up, I still had it." He held it out so she could take it.
"It's his wand. Harry. You stole the most powerful Dark Wizard of all time's wand." she chuckled a bit in spite of herself. "Well, we can't exactly have you running around with it out in the open like that, can we?" she asked mischieviously. "Harry, why don't you eat, and by the time you're finished with your meal, I'll have a present for you."
"All right." The boy shrugged and grabbed some of the cooked rabbit strips off of the fire.
She wandered away through the clearing. This wouldn't do at all, she thought, diassembling the wand into three pieces. The grip she transfigured into a small green stone set in a silver cloak clasp shaped like two seprpents twining around eachother and the stone sat in the center. The pheonix feather she transformed into a pair of glasses. And the tip, she transformed into a eagle feather quill. This is much better, she thought, her eyes twinkling.
Walking back to the fire, the boy eyed her questioningly. She sat in front of him. "Listen carefully, Harry. I have disassembled the wand and transformed the three peices into these three objects. The Dark Lord will remain powerless while they are not together in his possession. But his Death Eater's are neither stupid nor powerless as you saw earlier. Keep these safe. The first is a cloak clasp. The stone in the center will call me to you where ever you are, when you have need of me. The glasses you can use, but I suggest not doing so, for reasons I would rather not specify. Same with the quill. Just keep them tucked away. Do you understand me?"
The boy nodded seriously at her. "And whatever you do, Harry, don't contact your family."
She got up quickly. "Are you leaving?" the boy asked.
"No. Not yet anyway. But soon. I'm going to drop you off at Hogwarts before we part. Fawkes could do it for me, but I have a few choice words for Headmaster Dumbledore before we part." She smirked. "And not to mention Fawkes probably has his hamds full with your father."
"What's your name?" Harry asked.
"Elene," she lied easily.
"I'm tired, Elene."
"I imagine you would be after everything you've went through. Why don't you go back to sleep. And drink this before you do," she said, producing a clear vial full of green liquid from her dark blue robes. "It's an Anti-Dreaming Potion. It will help you sleep peacefully. You will need all the rest you can muster for what is to come."
The boy reached out for the potion and she handed it to him. "Good night, Elene."
"Good night, Harry."
He went back to his stump, drank the Anti-Dream draught and was soon sleeping peacefully. She kept watch through the night, silently cursing herself.
A/N: Well. Now on to bigger and better things.
What? You mean those things you promised, oh, about... FOUR CHAPTERS AGO??
Now, it's not really her fault.
And just what does that mean?
Well, you of all things should know. You're the one filling her head with all these plot twists and ideas.
You say that as if you didn't fill up and entire chapter with all of YOUR ideas.
I didn't. She did.
That's right. So leave Liam alone Damien.
/Scowls at Liam and starts writing again./
/Smirks at Damien and starts to write again as well./
Well finally. We're on our way to more exciting things than Harry and Elsa talking in the woods.
It's about time, too.
Shut up and get back to work. /Sigh/ How did I get cursed with such lazy muses??