Dislaimer: Don't own. Nope.
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A bolt of spell light blasted past the new owner of the green eyes, who spun in a flash of
golden hair and white linen. A booted foot struck the unfortunate spell caster in the chest, the
force of the blow causing him to fall over in an ungraceful heap. Voldemort screeched an order for
them to halt, and all motioned paused for a moment, just long enough for Harry to get a good look
at the victim turned attacker.
No longer was the house elf goblin-like and weeping; his new frame was tall and slender,
graceful like a young willow, and his porcelain face were stained with no grimy tear trails, but was
as a statue's. To Harry it seemed like a Muggle angel had stepped into the arena, for no human
he had ever seen matched the supernatural beauty the elf now possessed, nor the unearthly
grace in which he dodged another spell, this one cried out by Voldemort himself.
The unruly spell struck another Death Eater, causing the black robed figure to crumble to
the ground. Harry saw the elf's expression turn from one of focused anger to one of unabashed
shock. For the first time since the change, he saw fear flash in the creature's green eyes.
In another sudden movement, the tall figure raced across the still silent circle of Death
Eaters, felling another with a similar sharp kick, but this one hit the jaw, and Harry swore he heard
the snap of bone. Voldemort lunged at him, as the group of dark wizards recoiled in sudden fear.
The spidery hand clenched itself around the pale wrist of the elf, the other swinging a
dark wooded wand high, preparing to launch another spell. The elf grasped the wand with his free
hand, locking the two into a power struggle. Harry's teeth dug into his lip, almost hard enough to
draw blood, silently wishing that he could help, but he had no true form in the visions, and as
always was forced only to watch.
With a jerk the elf secured Voldemort's wand; another swift movement sent the rod of
wood through one glowing red eye with a sickening squish. Voldemort's shriek sent chills up and
down Harry's spine; no living creature should have been able to make that sound. The dark
wizard stumbled backwards, clawing at his face, fingers slipping in the quickly forming stream of
his own blood.
Only Harry saw the golden-haired figure dart down the hall; he scampered after, passing
through the swinging door without difficulty. It was several moments until he heard the thumping
of footsteps, companied by Voldemort's screech of 'Catch him!!' The front door creaked
mournfully as it was nearly ripped off its hinges with the force that it was slammed open. Several
Death Eaters caught up with him, having longer strides; they reached the porch at the same
moment, Harry not bothering to use the door and instead passed through the wall.
They screeched spells, from stupefy to crucio, at the fleeing figure, light slamming into
the dewy grass of pre-morning as the figure's speed allowed him to keep in front of the hexes.
Harry held his breath, silently cheering the elf on; a zigzagging line of light slammed into the
figure, sending him off his feet. He hit the soft ground and rolled, dirt clinging to his white tunic
and long hair.
He lay still.
Harry cried out in dismay. "Get up! Run!" Cried the young wizard, terrified for this being
that he did not even know. Too often had he seen the Death Eaters kill; too often had he seen the
games they played.
There was a twitch of muscle, Harry's breath caught once more in his throat. Suddenly
the figure pushed himself up with his arms, long legs pulling him back to standing. The Death
Eater's gasped in unison, allowing the elf enough time to flee once more, and leap with a single
fluid motion into the safety of a lone oak tree.
The others began to scramble again, slipping on the wet grass in an effort to surround the
tree. Harry followed them, joining in the attempt to search out the figure that must be hidden
amongst the tree limbs. No glimpse of cloth or hair made itself known; not a single leaf twitched.
"Impossible." Murmured one wizard, whose voice Harry recognized as belonging to the
father of one of his school mates, Goyle, who was just as dull as his gorilla of a son. Harry was
frankly surprised that he could use such a big word.
"He must of apperated." Came the squeaky suggestion of another.
"But he did not have a wand…did he?" Asked one uncertainly.
"Did that thing need a wand?"
"What was it anyway?" There were various whispers, most just concluding that no one
had any idea.
"Lollygagging spits of worthless fools!" Screeched a voice from the porch; it was a voice
that made Harry's blood boil. He turned to see the mad eyes of his godfather's murderer flashing
with anger. "Master wants him found! Stop staring up at that tree like a bunch of dismal jesters
and spread out! He cannot have gone far!"
"But he went in the tree!" This unfortunate speaker doubled over as a crucio spell
slammed him in the stomach. He writhed in the grass, squealing sounds of pain. The other
wizards decided that it would be much safer to comply with the witch's orders, and scattered.
Bellatrix turned on her heel with a 'humpf!' and strode back in the house.
Harry waited until the crucio victim crawled off with his colleagues before staring back up
into the tree's thick branches, wondering where the elf was now. He was soon answered, for the
figure he was searching for leapt to the ground silently; he landed on his feet, but quickly rocked
forward, reaching his hands to catch himself before he fell. Harry frowned, but soon saw the
reason as the elf curled his arm around to his left side, where a stain of red could be seen
seeping into the threads of the tunic. Slowly, the elf rose, his movements quick but slightly off
rhythm as he ran like a deer chased by wolves into the darkness.
Sunlight burned itself through Harry's eyelids.
It was over.
Harry pushed off the thin covers of his rickety bed off of himself, nearly falling off in his
haste to get up. He dropped to his hands and knees on the hardwood floor of his bedroom,
pulling a loose board from beneath his bed. Digging in the darkness, he secured a piece of
parchment and his ink bottle; a bit more shuffling and he pulled free a slightly battered quill. The
parchment had a few questions from his summer charms homework on it, but at the moment he
did not care. He almost spilled the ink in his haste.
'Hermione,' He wrote quickly, eyes straining to see in the gray dawn light. 'Tell me
everything you know about elves.' He did not bother to sign his name; Hermione knew his
handwriting, and would recognize Hedwig anyhow. He rushed to the cage of said owl, rousing her
from her deep slumber. She hooted angrily at him, and nipped at his fingers, but he pulled her out
none the less.
"I am really sorry Hedwig, but I need you to take this to Hermione, as quick as you can
fly." The owl blinked her amber eyes slowly, then stuck out her right leg, allowing the letter to be
tied to it with a piece of string. Harry flung open the window, and sent the owl on her way. He then
collapsed back on his bed, staring at the off white ceiling, the events of the previous night and the
anticipation of Hermione's answer swirling through his head.
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Author's Notes: I hope you are enjoying! This chapter took forever! I kept rewriting the first
sentence over and over…about 50 times. X_x;; And my *darkling* muses were no help. _
LL: Oh yeah, we were supposed to be working, weren't we? Ooops…
Diri: Do not blame it on me, I'm new.
Snuffles: :sighs: Well…anyway…just so you know, at least two more of the fellowship will show
up in this story! Yay! ^_^
Little Witch: :blush: Thank you very much! Er…I doubt this counts as soon…but the third chapter
is half written! Yay!
SilverKnight7: :bows: As you wish.
Little Lost One: Er…so it isn't exactly soon…the third chapter will be sooner!!
Incensio Lady- I'm glad you like it!
Weasley Twins Lover 1112: I'm glad you think so!
JLCollett: ^ ^ Yay! Nice to hear from you Jessica! I'm glad you like my descriptiveness; I'm afraid I
put in too much sometimes.
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A bolt of spell light blasted past the new owner of the green eyes, who spun in a flash of
golden hair and white linen. A booted foot struck the unfortunate spell caster in the chest, the
force of the blow causing him to fall over in an ungraceful heap. Voldemort screeched an order for
them to halt, and all motioned paused for a moment, just long enough for Harry to get a good look
at the victim turned attacker.
No longer was the house elf goblin-like and weeping; his new frame was tall and slender,
graceful like a young willow, and his porcelain face were stained with no grimy tear trails, but was
as a statue's. To Harry it seemed like a Muggle angel had stepped into the arena, for no human
he had ever seen matched the supernatural beauty the elf now possessed, nor the unearthly
grace in which he dodged another spell, this one cried out by Voldemort himself.
The unruly spell struck another Death Eater, causing the black robed figure to crumble to
the ground. Harry saw the elf's expression turn from one of focused anger to one of unabashed
shock. For the first time since the change, he saw fear flash in the creature's green eyes.
In another sudden movement, the tall figure raced across the still silent circle of Death
Eaters, felling another with a similar sharp kick, but this one hit the jaw, and Harry swore he heard
the snap of bone. Voldemort lunged at him, as the group of dark wizards recoiled in sudden fear.
The spidery hand clenched itself around the pale wrist of the elf, the other swinging a
dark wooded wand high, preparing to launch another spell. The elf grasped the wand with his free
hand, locking the two into a power struggle. Harry's teeth dug into his lip, almost hard enough to
draw blood, silently wishing that he could help, but he had no true form in the visions, and as
always was forced only to watch.
With a jerk the elf secured Voldemort's wand; another swift movement sent the rod of
wood through one glowing red eye with a sickening squish. Voldemort's shriek sent chills up and
down Harry's spine; no living creature should have been able to make that sound. The dark
wizard stumbled backwards, clawing at his face, fingers slipping in the quickly forming stream of
his own blood.
Only Harry saw the golden-haired figure dart down the hall; he scampered after, passing
through the swinging door without difficulty. It was several moments until he heard the thumping
of footsteps, companied by Voldemort's screech of 'Catch him!!' The front door creaked
mournfully as it was nearly ripped off its hinges with the force that it was slammed open. Several
Death Eaters caught up with him, having longer strides; they reached the porch at the same
moment, Harry not bothering to use the door and instead passed through the wall.
They screeched spells, from stupefy to crucio, at the fleeing figure, light slamming into
the dewy grass of pre-morning as the figure's speed allowed him to keep in front of the hexes.
Harry held his breath, silently cheering the elf on; a zigzagging line of light slammed into the
figure, sending him off his feet. He hit the soft ground and rolled, dirt clinging to his white tunic
and long hair.
He lay still.
Harry cried out in dismay. "Get up! Run!" Cried the young wizard, terrified for this being
that he did not even know. Too often had he seen the Death Eaters kill; too often had he seen the
games they played.
There was a twitch of muscle, Harry's breath caught once more in his throat. Suddenly
the figure pushed himself up with his arms, long legs pulling him back to standing. The Death
Eater's gasped in unison, allowing the elf enough time to flee once more, and leap with a single
fluid motion into the safety of a lone oak tree.
The others began to scramble again, slipping on the wet grass in an effort to surround the
tree. Harry followed them, joining in the attempt to search out the figure that must be hidden
amongst the tree limbs. No glimpse of cloth or hair made itself known; not a single leaf twitched.
"Impossible." Murmured one wizard, whose voice Harry recognized as belonging to the
father of one of his school mates, Goyle, who was just as dull as his gorilla of a son. Harry was
frankly surprised that he could use such a big word.
"He must of apperated." Came the squeaky suggestion of another.
"But he did not have a wand…did he?" Asked one uncertainly.
"Did that thing need a wand?"
"What was it anyway?" There were various whispers, most just concluding that no one
had any idea.
"Lollygagging spits of worthless fools!" Screeched a voice from the porch; it was a voice
that made Harry's blood boil. He turned to see the mad eyes of his godfather's murderer flashing
with anger. "Master wants him found! Stop staring up at that tree like a bunch of dismal jesters
and spread out! He cannot have gone far!"
"But he went in the tree!" This unfortunate speaker doubled over as a crucio spell
slammed him in the stomach. He writhed in the grass, squealing sounds of pain. The other
wizards decided that it would be much safer to comply with the witch's orders, and scattered.
Bellatrix turned on her heel with a 'humpf!' and strode back in the house.
Harry waited until the crucio victim crawled off with his colleagues before staring back up
into the tree's thick branches, wondering where the elf was now. He was soon answered, for the
figure he was searching for leapt to the ground silently; he landed on his feet, but quickly rocked
forward, reaching his hands to catch himself before he fell. Harry frowned, but soon saw the
reason as the elf curled his arm around to his left side, where a stain of red could be seen
seeping into the threads of the tunic. Slowly, the elf rose, his movements quick but slightly off
rhythm as he ran like a deer chased by wolves into the darkness.
Sunlight burned itself through Harry's eyelids.
It was over.
Harry pushed off the thin covers of his rickety bed off of himself, nearly falling off in his
haste to get up. He dropped to his hands and knees on the hardwood floor of his bedroom,
pulling a loose board from beneath his bed. Digging in the darkness, he secured a piece of
parchment and his ink bottle; a bit more shuffling and he pulled free a slightly battered quill. The
parchment had a few questions from his summer charms homework on it, but at the moment he
did not care. He almost spilled the ink in his haste.
'Hermione,' He wrote quickly, eyes straining to see in the gray dawn light. 'Tell me
everything you know about elves.' He did not bother to sign his name; Hermione knew his
handwriting, and would recognize Hedwig anyhow. He rushed to the cage of said owl, rousing her
from her deep slumber. She hooted angrily at him, and nipped at his fingers, but he pulled her out
none the less.
"I am really sorry Hedwig, but I need you to take this to Hermione, as quick as you can
fly." The owl blinked her amber eyes slowly, then stuck out her right leg, allowing the letter to be
tied to it with a piece of string. Harry flung open the window, and sent the owl on her way. He then
collapsed back on his bed, staring at the off white ceiling, the events of the previous night and the
anticipation of Hermione's answer swirling through his head.
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Author's Notes: I hope you are enjoying! This chapter took forever! I kept rewriting the first
sentence over and over…about 50 times. X_x;; And my *darkling* muses were no help. _
LL: Oh yeah, we were supposed to be working, weren't we? Ooops…
Diri: Do not blame it on me, I'm new.
Snuffles: :sighs: Well…anyway…just so you know, at least two more of the fellowship will show
up in this story! Yay! ^_^
Little Witch: :blush: Thank you very much! Er…I doubt this counts as soon…but the third chapter
is half written! Yay!
SilverKnight7: :bows: As you wish.
Little Lost One: Er…so it isn't exactly soon…the third chapter will be sooner!!
Incensio Lady- I'm glad you like it!
Weasley Twins Lover 1112: I'm glad you think so!
JLCollett: ^ ^ Yay! Nice to hear from you Jessica! I'm glad you like my descriptiveness; I'm afraid I
put in too much sometimes.