Chapter Nine*~~
Minkara Wintasht*~~
Ginny felt her eyes glue to Harry as he stood. The twins had also stood. They walked to stand behind him, he being between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. The sound that had filled the Great Hall had cast a tense silence. Ginny saw Harry's green eyes were worried.
Suddenly, a gold light flashed though the room. It gathered in front of Harry. Slowly it began to move apart, forming a silver mirror frame with roses and snakes. The glass seemed to be a liquid. The light vanished and through the frame stepped a tall, thin female elf.
Her black hair made her pale skin protrude even more. Her eyes were dark blue and serious. Her full red lips were in a grim line. Her clothes were a shiny off white with gold and silver glistenings. It was a skirt that hung right below her hip bones, which jutted out. The shirt was the same material and went out wards. It stopped at her elbows and two inches above her belly button. Around her neck there was a heavy silver medallion. It had the engraved markings of Elvin Guard.
Immediately Harry, Mitra, and Kigali bowed. They used the respective Royal Guard bow, crouching down left knee on the ground, left arm behind back and right arm index and middle finger up pressed to forehead.
The elf was visibly barefoot, but the cool stone ground had no effect on her. She placed her hands on the thighs and bowed straight backed to the twins. Then she turned to Harry and balanced on her right toe, knee crouched, left leg out to the side and used the same hand gesture. The she stood.
"Mikarala. Atonics havstine." Mitra and Kigali gasped. Harry stared inert.
"Migra. Ahoyla. Shiharo mitusa eckabech."
"Ooontasht."
"Micks."
"Harry?" whispered Ginny, lightly touching his arm. He looked at her with tears in his eyes. "What is it?"
"Just a moment," he said. He turned back to the elf. "Migra, mikatock. Rehola, Kigali u Mitra." She nodded and levitated the girls through the framed. She gave Dumbledore the same bow she had given the twins and then went after them, the frame vanishing in a flash of golden light.
"Harry? What exactly have we witnessed?" asked Dumbledore. Harry swallowed.
"That was Migra, a Royal Guard from the Elvin Realm-" whispers went around fast. Those who didn't know already soon found out that Harry had been in the Elvin Realm over the summer. "- she was here on official proceedings. The High Magician of the Elvin Realm is deathly ill. His children and-and the Jistone are always summoned. We did the respective bows and things. I have to go back. I have to help."
"I will go as well. Atonics and I are very good friends. I believe that there are a few select people who should also go."
Harry looked away and pulled out a leather bag no one had seen moments before. At the same time, an invisibility spell wore off and you could see a sword and three daggers in his belt. Harry pulled out a pale blue powder from inside. He blew it on the Gryffindor table. His eyes widened as Hermione, Ron, and Ginny glowed the same color as the dust. Also, so did Sandra and Madelyn- a third year.
"Gin, Ron, Sandra, Madelyn, Hermione, you have to come too," he said softly. "You're the only ones who can help. You and Madame Pomfrey." Madelyn fainted. "Okay, maybe not her."
"How will we get there?" asked Hermione. "The portals gone."
Harry grinned slightly. "Come on over here. Professor, Madame Pomfrey, please come here as well." He pulled out the same amulet he had used to come back from the Realm. After saying the spell the portal appeared. He motioned them through. Quickly they all went.
"Bloody hell," Ron murmured. They were in a large stone room. It was unfurnished save a dark wood bed with silk hangings. On it lay Atonics, and around him Healers and his family.
"Atonics!" Harry ran to his side and dropped down. "Are you all right?" He smiled weakly at the young boy.
"Are you dense? What kind of a question is that? I've gotten myself sick with Aperinst."
"Crudely humorous even on his death bed," choked Kilala. Her face was tear-stained. Harry knew there were only a few hours left. Ricatone lay on the other side of the bed, her head rested on her arm, eyes blood shot.
"You bet it."
"Quiet," Harry said. "I used the dust. And I found these guys. I know it's hard to use their untrained power but I think that Kilala and the twins put together may have enough power."
"No," wheezed Atonics. "They don't, Prongs. You do. You have more than enough power all by yourself. Do not be afraid of it. The time is here. You must use it now if you truly wish to save me. You need not use the same power you used last time- your own healing magic- but you can empower theirs and control it, unlike I could help you with yours."
Harry nodded. "You guys, come here. Everyone else, move. Now." The elves in question removed themselves quickly and stood back, nervously hopeful. "Ron, you go behind his head, Hermione on his top left, Ginny top right, Madame Pomfrey bottom left, Sandra bottom right. Ron put your hands on his temples. The rest of you either put a hand on his arm or leg."
"Harry what are we doing?" asked Ginny.
"Just listen. Close your eyes and concentrate on the vision of Atonics. Now keep all sounds out and move your focus to your magic. It's at a center in you. Find that center and reach it. Stay there and keep still."
Harry took a deep breath and dove into his own emerald green core. He flung his magic out to those gathered around the bed. He pulled their own magic and pushed it to their hands. Then he triggered a sad, desperate moment for all of them.
Ginny saw the Chamber (Harry forced himself to show her this), Hermione saw walking back through the flames in first year, away from Harry and at the same time seeing Ron attacked by the queen on the chess board, Pomfrey saw her sister bleeding to death as she stood helpless, Ron saw Hermione stunned in the Department of Mysteries and saw Harry- reflected in the veil- fall to the grass of the quidditch stadium, dementors fleeing from the scene, and Sandra saw herself, beaten by her father, her mother curled bleeding in the corner.
A need to save flooded their bodies. They glowed their magic colors. A blinding white light shot through the room and Harry collapsed to the ground as well as the ones around the bed.
Atonics felt his blood go from fiery hot to ice cold and then to normal. He stood up with profuse ease. He called his magic from its center and created beds for all of his rescuers. As though he had just reached his prime, he sent them all gently and gracefully to their beds.
He walked over to the one he had just occupied, where Harry now lay. "Thank you, my young friend." He pulled a gold chain from his neck. On the end dangled a medallion. The center held an emerald colored gem. Around it were ancient Elvish markings.
Atonics left the room, motioning for everyone else to follow. Dumbledore cast one last glance at the sleeping hero and smiled. He spoke the only Elvish words he could think of. "Mikara wintasht."
Minkara Wintasht*~~
Ginny felt her eyes glue to Harry as he stood. The twins had also stood. They walked to stand behind him, he being between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. The sound that had filled the Great Hall had cast a tense silence. Ginny saw Harry's green eyes were worried.
Suddenly, a gold light flashed though the room. It gathered in front of Harry. Slowly it began to move apart, forming a silver mirror frame with roses and snakes. The glass seemed to be a liquid. The light vanished and through the frame stepped a tall, thin female elf.
Her black hair made her pale skin protrude even more. Her eyes were dark blue and serious. Her full red lips were in a grim line. Her clothes were a shiny off white with gold and silver glistenings. It was a skirt that hung right below her hip bones, which jutted out. The shirt was the same material and went out wards. It stopped at her elbows and two inches above her belly button. Around her neck there was a heavy silver medallion. It had the engraved markings of Elvin Guard.
Immediately Harry, Mitra, and Kigali bowed. They used the respective Royal Guard bow, crouching down left knee on the ground, left arm behind back and right arm index and middle finger up pressed to forehead.
The elf was visibly barefoot, but the cool stone ground had no effect on her. She placed her hands on the thighs and bowed straight backed to the twins. Then she turned to Harry and balanced on her right toe, knee crouched, left leg out to the side and used the same hand gesture. The she stood.
"Mikarala. Atonics havstine." Mitra and Kigali gasped. Harry stared inert.
"Migra. Ahoyla. Shiharo mitusa eckabech."
"Ooontasht."
"Micks."
"Harry?" whispered Ginny, lightly touching his arm. He looked at her with tears in his eyes. "What is it?"
"Just a moment," he said. He turned back to the elf. "Migra, mikatock. Rehola, Kigali u Mitra." She nodded and levitated the girls through the framed. She gave Dumbledore the same bow she had given the twins and then went after them, the frame vanishing in a flash of golden light.
"Harry? What exactly have we witnessed?" asked Dumbledore. Harry swallowed.
"That was Migra, a Royal Guard from the Elvin Realm-" whispers went around fast. Those who didn't know already soon found out that Harry had been in the Elvin Realm over the summer. "- she was here on official proceedings. The High Magician of the Elvin Realm is deathly ill. His children and-and the Jistone are always summoned. We did the respective bows and things. I have to go back. I have to help."
"I will go as well. Atonics and I are very good friends. I believe that there are a few select people who should also go."
Harry looked away and pulled out a leather bag no one had seen moments before. At the same time, an invisibility spell wore off and you could see a sword and three daggers in his belt. Harry pulled out a pale blue powder from inside. He blew it on the Gryffindor table. His eyes widened as Hermione, Ron, and Ginny glowed the same color as the dust. Also, so did Sandra and Madelyn- a third year.
"Gin, Ron, Sandra, Madelyn, Hermione, you have to come too," he said softly. "You're the only ones who can help. You and Madame Pomfrey." Madelyn fainted. "Okay, maybe not her."
"How will we get there?" asked Hermione. "The portals gone."
Harry grinned slightly. "Come on over here. Professor, Madame Pomfrey, please come here as well." He pulled out the same amulet he had used to come back from the Realm. After saying the spell the portal appeared. He motioned them through. Quickly they all went.
"Bloody hell," Ron murmured. They were in a large stone room. It was unfurnished save a dark wood bed with silk hangings. On it lay Atonics, and around him Healers and his family.
"Atonics!" Harry ran to his side and dropped down. "Are you all right?" He smiled weakly at the young boy.
"Are you dense? What kind of a question is that? I've gotten myself sick with Aperinst."
"Crudely humorous even on his death bed," choked Kilala. Her face was tear-stained. Harry knew there were only a few hours left. Ricatone lay on the other side of the bed, her head rested on her arm, eyes blood shot.
"You bet it."
"Quiet," Harry said. "I used the dust. And I found these guys. I know it's hard to use their untrained power but I think that Kilala and the twins put together may have enough power."
"No," wheezed Atonics. "They don't, Prongs. You do. You have more than enough power all by yourself. Do not be afraid of it. The time is here. You must use it now if you truly wish to save me. You need not use the same power you used last time- your own healing magic- but you can empower theirs and control it, unlike I could help you with yours."
Harry nodded. "You guys, come here. Everyone else, move. Now." The elves in question removed themselves quickly and stood back, nervously hopeful. "Ron, you go behind his head, Hermione on his top left, Ginny top right, Madame Pomfrey bottom left, Sandra bottom right. Ron put your hands on his temples. The rest of you either put a hand on his arm or leg."
"Harry what are we doing?" asked Ginny.
"Just listen. Close your eyes and concentrate on the vision of Atonics. Now keep all sounds out and move your focus to your magic. It's at a center in you. Find that center and reach it. Stay there and keep still."
Harry took a deep breath and dove into his own emerald green core. He flung his magic out to those gathered around the bed. He pulled their own magic and pushed it to their hands. Then he triggered a sad, desperate moment for all of them.
Ginny saw the Chamber (Harry forced himself to show her this), Hermione saw walking back through the flames in first year, away from Harry and at the same time seeing Ron attacked by the queen on the chess board, Pomfrey saw her sister bleeding to death as she stood helpless, Ron saw Hermione stunned in the Department of Mysteries and saw Harry- reflected in the veil- fall to the grass of the quidditch stadium, dementors fleeing from the scene, and Sandra saw herself, beaten by her father, her mother curled bleeding in the corner.
A need to save flooded their bodies. They glowed their magic colors. A blinding white light shot through the room and Harry collapsed to the ground as well as the ones around the bed.
Atonics felt his blood go from fiery hot to ice cold and then to normal. He stood up with profuse ease. He called his magic from its center and created beds for all of his rescuers. As though he had just reached his prime, he sent them all gently and gracefully to their beds.
He walked over to the one he had just occupied, where Harry now lay. "Thank you, my young friend." He pulled a gold chain from his neck. On the end dangled a medallion. The center held an emerald colored gem. Around it were ancient Elvish markings.
Atonics left the room, motioning for everyone else to follow. Dumbledore cast one last glance at the sleeping hero and smiled. He spoke the only Elvish words he could think of. "Mikara wintasht."