(A/N) grins Snape and Remus are not getting together! No Slash in this story! They are merely going to be playing central roles in this story. makes note to put that in the summary

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Chapter 2- Knowing the Truth

The Great Hall was silent when the mighty doors sprung open revealing the newest addition to the Hogwarts family. He walked through the threshold, the light driving the darkness away and showing some of his features. He wore a robe that was a grayish color, intricately designed with pictures, maybe runes. His cloak covered his face with its hood and was colored blue and gray, bright sapphires inlaid into its borders.

As he walked toward the staff table, Dumbledore motioned to speak. "I would like to introduce all of you to Gliondel Istalindir. He will be teaching the new course of Elven Studies."

Gliondel could feel the stares of the students and faculty as he walked to his seat between Severus and Remus. Before taking the seat, Gliondel lowered his hood revealing his striking features. His ears were pointed sharply, and his eyes were a very defined green. Looking closely, one could swear that his eyes were sparkling. His hair was long and gray with age and pulled back into a ponytail. He sat down between the two teachers, looking around the room and meeting the eyes of all who were staring at him.

"Professor Gliondel hails to us from the Elven lands, which we are not allowed to reveal the location of or its name. He has agreed to teach both Elven History and Elven Magic to all of you as a way to ease the strained tensions between our two races," announced Dumbledore. "Ah! And since this class is required for all students, I took the liberty of redoing all of your schedules." Dumbledore made a motion with his wand and mumbled a spell under his breath causing parchment to appear in front of all the students with their new class schedule.

"What the hell are Elves?!" asked Ron, whispering to his two friends.

"Mythical creatures... I didn't think they actually existed. At least not in forms other than House Elves." retorted Hermione. "Oh no! Dumbledore replaced Ancient Runes with Elven Studies!"

"Well it doesn't sound like too bad a class. I mean the professor is really hot," giggled Ginny. Harry and Ron snorted and Hermione couldn't resist a chuckle. "Remember Ginny, he is a Professor, so don't start getting any ideas," added Hermione.

Gliondel looked at the human food curiously. What is this crap? he thought. He took the fork and poked the food with it, warranting a curious look from Remus. "Don't like the food?" he asked.

"Ah, it's not that. Human food is a rarity within Elven lands since the War."

"For not being from the human world, you speak pretty good English."

Gliondel laughed. "In my land, English is called the Common Tongue. We use it to communicate with the other races that reside on the Earth."

"Other races?" asked Remus.

"The Elves are not the only race set off from the world," said Gliondel with a grin forming on his face.

Remus chuckled and took a bite of his food. "By the way, my name is Remus Lupin. I'm teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Nice to meet you."

"On your right, is Severus Snape, the Potions Master."

"And nice to meet you, Professor Snape." Snape grunted. Gliondel quirked a brow. "Not very friendly is he?"

"He isn't very receptive to newcomers...well to people in general." Gliondel gave a slight chuckle. He stuck his fork into the roast on his the plate in front of him and tasted it.

"This isn't bad at all. I think I might like this human food."

Minerva had assigned Gliondel's classroom to somewhere in the dungeons, near Snape's room. It was cold down there, and stuffy. Yes, very stuffy.

Gliondel walked into his classroom, ceasing the chattering of the students. The 6th year Gryffindor class stared at him as he walked to the front of the classroom.

"Well, stop staring at me. I'm no different from any of you than my race, age and magical talents," snapped Gliondel. The students visibly relaxed. "Welcome class to Elven Studies: Year One."

"But we're sixth year..." whispered Ron to Harry.

"Ah Mr. Weasly. Would you like me to start with the Year Six curriculum? You'll have no clue what I am talking about since you have not gone through Years One through Five." Ron shook his head. "Good. Now class, in here you learn about Elven History, as well as basic Elven Magic. The first---"

"Sir, where are the Elves from?" interrupted Hermione.

"Miss Granger, how dare you interrupt me? If you would just keep your mouth shut and listen, I would be able to tell the class that the first lesson would be Elven Origins and first interaction with the Human World. But first..." Gliondel waved his hand and books appeared on his desk. "Come and retrieve your books."

The students lined up and took their books off Gliondel's desk. After all of the students had their books, a knock came to Gliondel's door.

"Enter."

"Ah, Gliondel. I have ordered a staff meeting in my office. Would you please attend?" asked Dumbledore.

"Erm, of course, Albus. Students, read chapter 1 and write me a 4 foot essay on the Origin of the Elves."

Gliondel followed Albus to his office. Albus recited the password, "Licorice Stick," and they walked into his office. The members of the Order of the Phoenix were all present for this, except Harry.

"I've called you here because there has been another disappearance. A Mr. and Mrs.Zabini. We believe that Voldemort was behind this."

"Why would Voldemort be kidnapping all of these people?" asked Tonks.

"I believe I can answer that," said Gliondel rising from his seat. "Voldemort has gained the ability to absorb the powers of those he kills. Chances are he has personally murdered every last witch and wizard that has gone missing and absorbed their powers. Although, we, at least I, know where he got this power from."