SORRY: I'm SOOOOO sorry. I just got home from Washington DC, Hershey
Pennsylvania, Rochester, and Niagra Falls. I tried to finish this chapter
on my father's laptop but I couldn't because it wouldn't work and then he
couldn't remember his password because he is a complete blond (dark hair
and all). So then I decided just to write it out and I ended up leaving at
my Aunt Susie's in Rochester and she had to mail it to me and now I've just
finished typing it up. And never go in a car with my sister, because she
smells and blames you when she's a pig and farts. And I really, really miss
Buggie, who is in Florida, and have no desire to abay sit for my cousin
because they will not listen to me and I don't want to spend two nights at
my aunts, even though I love her.
Chapter Twenty-One*~~
"Why would no one make a bet? I could have a nice amount of money right now," Ricu said grouchily.
"No one is that dumb," Fincaro said. Gordimere nodded in agreement. Kana sighed inwardly.
"Iri," Harry said coldly. She looked taken aback.
"Prince Laohan, surely you cannot still be thinking that you dismissed me!"
"Quite the contrary, Iri , I am making the formal announcement in a few moments, changing your name back in the scribes, and adding this development to the Satiri," Harry said briskly. "And would all of you get up!" All of the surrounding elves stood relatively quickly.
"Your Highness, you cannot dismiss the Lady of the Elves," Iri said, following him as he walked, lifting her skirts and moving quickly. Harry halted and turned to stare at her.
"You will find that there are about to be a lot of changes. In case you haven't found out, as is most likely, Kana and I are official un- engaged," Harry said, voice firm and eyes steady.
"W-what?! That is an age old tradition!" cried Iri. "Even if I am no longer the Lady, I cannot stand by and see our civilization run into muck!"
"That is exactly what I am trying to prevent!" Harry yelled. "The Keeper of the Ring said, and I quote, 'I come here to decree that Laohan Anitan will not marry Kana of Griatin Harbor. Kana will be given a station by the prince. If this is not done, your power source will abandon all elves, and you will fallâ harder than you are now.' I thought about it and have discovered something. She was right.
"We cannot keep running our world the way we have. You can say that tradition will triumph, but I am prince, heir to the throne of elves, and I say that things will change. You are dismissed, Iri. I will take you on as a horse trainer under the condition that you go through Guard training." And he walked away.
His friends and guests followed quickly.
"You have never exerted your power like that before," Atonics said calmly.
"I know," Harry said tiredly. "I hate to do it."
"What are you going to do now?" asked Kilala.
"Well, first off, I'm doing everything I just told Iri I was going to do. Then I suppose I'll have to tell everyone about The Keeper and wait around to find out who I'll have to marry. By the way, you don't mind being a temporary Lady of the Elves, do you Ki?" Kilala froze.
"What?!"
"Only temporary. I have to find someone else," Harry said irritably. He rubbed his forehead. "Things are not going to be easy to change around here. Some of the older elves will have a lot to say on my dismissing Atiri. But there will be a lot of people who are happy. I suppose I'll have to dismiss Inzuri as well. He won't care much though.'
"Harry?" asked Ginny timidly. He smiled weakly at her and she patted his shoulder, longing for a moment where they could be alone and she could comfort him by means of kissing him.
"What exactly is the Satiri?" Hermione demanded as they walked through winding corridors.
'That's Hermione,' Harry thought, smiling. "The Satiri is a giant stone slab. It has all of Elvin history recorded on it."
"What happens when you run out of room?" persisted Hermione. Harry stopped before a giant set of oak doors. He opened them, seeming to ignore Hermione's question.
Silence held in the air. Hermione walked forward. Harry smiled at her. "Wow," she breathed. Stretching high above them was a giant slab of black, glimmering rock. A bright blue light encircled the top, where it cut off sharply.
Hermione moved close to it and reached her hand out to touch it. Immediately, Royal Guards moved to stop her. Harry quickly signaled them back. Hermione's fingers traced a few words. Ron and Ginny moved up beside her, closely followed by the other humans.
"Way up there, where it seems to cut off, it doesn't. It keeps going up and up. The blue light transports it in a way. We can go up to look at it. Right now, there's a team of Study Guards up there, trying to translate the Lost Elvish. Only The Keeper can decipher it. But they insist upon trying. Who am I to stop them?"
"Harry, it's amazing," Remus said.
"It is," Harry agreed. "I didn't get to see it often. Even after we discovered I was the prince, I wasn't here. I was fighting. Because things were such havoc, the sticklers for custom could not protest. I was, after all, the Jistone as well." Harry removed the stone he had used to help Remus from his cloak. The others moved aside to let him through.
"That's the stone..."
"Yes, it is. It is a piece of this." Harry gestured to the Satiri. "Only this can make a mark on the rock." And slowly, carefully, Harry wrote words in Elvish. "There, it's recorded. Lady Atiri is revoked."
"Where to now?" asked Ron, excited. Harry grinned.
"I'll show the quidditch field that's getting put in, but first we have to go the scribes. We need to get a Royal Scriber to help us change Lady Atiri back to Iri. The scribes also record Elvish information, but these are different records. It's detailed records of battles. Anything that involves anything higher than a peasant elf is recorded. Births, name changes, broken engagements."
Harry turned and led them away. As he did so, the words he had written began to glow in a purple light. They now were in Old Elvish.
"To the scribes," Kigali said happily. "Maybe Biguri will be there."
"Ah, your young mate," Harry taunted. Kigali glared at him.
"Can it, Highness." Harry stuck out his tongue and lead them through more corridors and up stairs. This time the stopped at a plain looking door. Mitra opened it to reveal a giant tower room. Stairs led up and down inside. The walls were lined with ancient looking books. One ceiling to floor window lit the entire room.
"Biguri! Hotoshi!" the twins yelled, running around. A young elf, looking to be only a bit younger than Ginny and bearing a strong resemblance to Ricu, came up the stairs, grinning.
"Kigali!" The two hugged tightly. "Hello, Mitra." She rolled her eyes. "Hotoshi should be down soon. Your Highness-"
"I swear to Michi, if you bow Biguri Matinu, I will royally kick your ass," Harry growled. Biguri laughed.
"I have truly missed you, Prince Laohan."
"Ah, young Master Elf." An ancient looking elf came down the stairs. He looked to be a cross between Dumbledore and Mr. Ollivander.
~Pet name?~ inquired Ron. Harry sighed mentally.
~He's quite the interesting character.~
"Albus?!" cried Hotoshi.
"It has been quite a long time, Hotoshi," Dumbledore said, smiling.
"Shut your mouth, old man. Come here." The two hugged as though brothers. "How is dear old Abberforth?"
"He's doing well. Making wands, he is. We've missed you. And you cannot rightly call me old man. You are, after all, my older brother. And this dimension went quite a deal faster than my own for a good hundred years," Dumbledore said.
"What is going on?" demanded Harry.
"This is my younger brother," Hotoshi said. "I became a Scriber, ineligible for the throne. It went to Abberforth. He wanted to be a Royal Magician and was later charged with treason. He fled to the human realm and Albahino was given the throne. Of course, you all know the story from there."
"I'm a bit shocked," Harry said. "So, you knew all along that Grandfather was, indeed, my grandfather? I'd be mad at you if I weren't wondering what it is Abberforth is doing."
"You've met him upon many occasion," Dumbledore said dismissively. "Mr. Ollivander. He changed his name upon going to our realm, incase any silly elves came looking for revenge."
Why does it seem that I am always close to people who end up being my family?" asked Harry. "Next thing you know, Sirius will be from the Anitar line!"
"If I understood what he said, I'd comment," Sirius said.
"You already did," Melody whispered. Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Always the pessimist," Sirius said, shaking his head.
"That would not make her a pessimist, Sirius," Remus told him quietly. "It would, however, make you and idiot." Sirius punched his shoulder.
"The Anitar are a Lost Line of elves. They're a distant relative line, very distant. As a matter of fact, if the heir was a girl, she'd be my betrothed. She would've been my first arranged marriage, actually," Harry said.
"So, any idea who's next in line?" asked May.
"Riatra of Redrose," Hotoshi said, looking up from the discussion he and Dumbledore were having. Everyone basically stared at him. "I'm a Royal Scribe. Head of Royal Scribes, actually. Of course I know who Master Elf will be marrying."
Harry looked at Ginny. She turned her gaze from the old elf to the young one. A weak smile spread across her face. Harry returned it with an equally weak smile. "Let's not talk about that," Harry said. "I have to go make an announcement anyways. And I have to find Inzuiri."
Harry left quickly. The others lingered, staring after him.
"What is wrong with Prince Laohan?" asked Biguri.
"A lot of stuff," Sirius said, his brow furrowed in worry. He and Remus nodded at each other, taking off after him. Ginny hesitated and left as well.
"I believe I can still navigate around this castle," Dumbledore said. "I'll lead you to where we'll find our young Mr., Potter."
Dumbledore led them through corridors and secret passages that bore a strong resemblance to Hogwarts. No one talked as they made their way. About five minutes after their departure from the Scribe Room, they were in front of a large set of oak doors. Inlaid copper formed beautiful designs on the door. Dumbledore reached forward and opened them.
The elves smiled at the excited and fascinated looks on the faces of the others. "It never does loose its glory, does it, Hotoshi?" Dumbledore asked softly.
"No, it never does," replied Hotoshi.
They stood on a large white marble, circular balcony. Vine of ivory were growing up over the railing from the side and the bottom alike. A large redwood tree's branches crossed just barley in front of the left side. A large horn made of marble stood halfway behind the thin layer of leaves. In line with the bottom of the railing was a large branch that one could easily use to climb from balcony to ground and vice versa.
"Where's Harry?" asked Ron. The young elf was nowhere in site, and neither was Remus nor Sirius nor Ginny.
"They will be here," Dumbledore said, his voice sure and steady.
Not even two minutes later, Harry entered with Ginny, Sirius, and Remus on his heels. Also with him was an elf about Dumbledore's height, who looked even older than the former.
"Harry..." He grinned at Hermione.
"I don't like wearing this stuff, but duty calls," he said. He wore an extremely elegant Elvish outfit in the light blue of a soft summer stream. His hair had grown much longer in the ten minutes they had been apart. It was pulled back from his face by what would usually hang in his face being pulled back in a thin pony tail atop the rest of his hair. He wore a golden ring on top of this, with small emeralds all along the interweaving strands of gold. Around his neck hung a flashing golden pendant. (think of Lord of the Rings from the style of Harry's clothes)
"I'd ask you to blow the horn, Inzuri, but I do not think you could muster the air in those old lungs to make even the smallest sound," Harry teased the old elf.
"You young ones, think you're so durable. Wait until you reach my ripe age of eleven thousand, then you'll watch your mouth," retorted Inzuri.
"Kilala, Atonics, if you wouldn't mind?" Harry asked, ignoring the other elf.
They nodded and Atonics's magic surrounded them in a mist-like cloud. When it cleared, they looked quite different. Atonics wore an outfit similar to Harry's, but his was slightly less elegant and in a shade of pale green. Kilala's highlights were now a soft, glittery gold. She wore an elegant pale yellow dress with large sleeves, a low circular neck cut, and a bit of a train.
"The cloaks, please," Harry said to a few elves who had appeared while the others were distracted. Servants handed each person on the balcony a cloak. "Put them on and be sure that they cover your clothes."
He himself put on a deep, rich blue cloak and flung it back over his shoulders. Atonics slipped on a deep green one. It went over his right shoulder but the other side was behind his back, like Harry's. Kilala's was white with golden thread woven in. She kept it behind her back, her hair pulled out of it, flowing over the top in wavy sheets.
"What's going on?" asked Melody.
"This is the balcony from which all important announcements are made," Harry said. "Someone has to blow the gathering horn. Everyone then proceeds to crowd around down there, and I make the announcement I need to. Then, Royal Messengers will mount up and carry the announcement across all of the Elvin Realm. Each town has a wooden platform where their High Magician, High Fighter, and High Royal Guard announce what I said."
"Such a complicated realm," Sirius said, shaking his head.
"Quarrn, if you would," Harry said. A handsome elf stepped out from the shadows. He wore what could be almost an Arabian style outfit of green, purple, and gold silk. His skin was dark and his eyes black. His hair was long on the left half, falling to his waist, and short in the right, going only to his shoulders. It was sleek black hair, the color of Kilala's. Kilala herself stared at his distantly. His piercing gaze bore into her.
Still looking at Kilala, he spoke to Harry. "Aren't you forgetting something, Highness?"
Harry furrowed his brow and then quickly proceeded to slap himself in the forehead. He removed his glasses and tucked them into his shirt. His friends were struck suddenly with how regal and elegant he looked.
"He really is an elf," breathed Hermione. Ron nodded. Sirius's face was full of pride.
Quarrn moved his bare feet swiftly to the large horn. He blew quickly and seemingly effortlessly, releasing into the air the sound of a choir of birds. Moments later, elves stood below the balcony.
"I, Prince Laohan of the elves, must make a very important announcement. While at my school, the Keeper of the Ring appeared and gave me a message that clearly terminated my betrothal to Kana of Griatin Harbor. She also gave me a warning. One that I have seen on occasion in the different versions of things that may happen in the future.
"It is because of these two things that brings about my next announcement. Changes are going to be happening to all elves. It begins with the dismissal of Atiri, Lady of the Elves. She has been demoted back to Iri. Inzuri, Lord of the Elves, has also been stripped of his role. Head Magician, Atonics, and Head Fighter Kilala will be temporary fill-ins with these positions. This is until I find two elves that I believe are suitable for the roles.
"And please, take time to give honor where it is deserved. If you find that you have a stray moment of spare time, send your blessings to your favorite god, in the name of Vidico of Griatin Harbor, who gave his life to protect us all from the Dimukai. Dimukai u anitan to you all, elves of Aquadira."
All of this was spoken in Elvish, so many of the people behind Harry were quite confused. They were also almost as awed. Harry had truly seemed like the Prince of the Elves in those few moments.
Harry quickly walked off of the balcony. Everyone followed him. "That was amazing, Harry," Neville cried. "Absolutely amazing!" (um, Luna and Neville are there, if you don't recall. Haven't made em do much. And so is Sandra....)
"What do you mean, Nev?" asked Harry. He performed a spell and was suddenly wearing breeches and a white shirt under his cloak.
"He means that you seemed very much like a prince," Luna said, agreement in her voice.
"Yes, well," Harry said, blushing a tad bit before he forced it down. He loved his friends dearly, however uncomfortable their praise made him feel.
"Who wants to see their rooms?" asked Remus. "Oh, yes, that's right, me!" Harry laughed.
"I get the message, Remus," he said. "You al have your own rooms. Follow me." Harry led them up a few flights of stairs. They had no idea how many levels there were to the castle. They had been to Atonics's home the last time, not the palace. "Melody, May, Sirius, and Remus will be sharing a suite. You'll have a small Common Room, so to say, in complete Gryffindor colors. Luna and Neville will have a small suite next to Ron and Hermione's suite which are down the hall from my room and Ginny's room; both pairs are connected by a door. Ginny, you don't get a room. Sandra, you'll be down by Kig and Mit. Grandfather, you know where your rooms were, they're still there."
At this point, Dumbledore separated himself from the others, promising to see them at dinner and affirming with Harry that dinner was still served in the same spot. Kigali and Mitra led Sandra to their rooms, while Harry dropped the adults off. He then led his friends up another flight of stairs. They stopped at a long corridor with beautiful arches at the front.
"This is it," he said. Beyond it they saw four large, redwood doors with a sheer material draped over them. On the left, one was amethyst and one emerald. On the right was one that was half midnight blue and half scarlet and the other was half robin's egg blue and half aqua. "Ron, Hermione, your suite is the blue and red door. Your respective names are engraved on your doors. Luna, Neville, your suite is the two blues. Feel free to do whatever you like to the doors inside. There's a bathroom, small kitchen, sitting room, storeroom, two bedrooms, and a small empty room in the suites.
"Ginny, your door is the amethyst one. Your room is connected to my room. My room is a gigantic suite. So basically you're in a suite with a second entrance to your room.
"Now, dinner is being held at exactly seven, elves are precise on time. So, we'll meet out here at exactly six thirty. You'll find plenty of Elvin clothes in your sizes in your rooms. If you need anything else, just ask. Wear really, really nice clothes to dinner. Lunch isn't important and neither is breakfast, but you never know who will show up at dinner. It would be much worse it Atiri were still here. Never wear the same clothes to dinner within eleven days of each other. We'll be here for about three weeks so you'll only be able to wear an outfit twice, at the most."
"That all?" asked Ginny sarcastically.
"Look, most of your time here will be fun," Harry said, grinning. "There's a lot of stuff to doâ which reminds me, you'll all be learning to ride horsesâ and it's generally safe in Aquadira; the Dimukai are weakened and are afraid to make a direct attack, past the borders of Fidoradora, you are no longer safe. But elves do not easily accept humans. Some do, the younger ones and those without many birth rights and birth ranks. Even some old ones, who have years of wisdom, like Inzuri and Hotoshi, accept us. But many do not. You must learn Elvin customs."
"Don't worry, mate," Ron assured him. "We understand. Six thirty, dressed to kill."
"No, dressed to impress," Harry said. "You'll find that the armor you'll need to be suited for is not nearly as nice as what you wear to dinner." His friends shook their heads and then entered their respective rooms.
**
Luna and Neville opened the door to their suite with anticipation. The first room was a giant half circle with many doors leading off of it and one hallway. The room was furnished with red and blue colors and gold and white accents.
"Cool," Neville said. They walked down the hall to find, on the left was Neville's door and on the right was Luna's.
"Come here," Luna said. She pulled Neville back into the main room and pushed him back onto the red couch. She giggled at him as he grinned slyly.
Slowly, she leaned down and planted a firm kiss on his lips. Slowly, they relaxed into each other with ease of familiarity. Luna pulled her hair down from it's twist and Neville ran his hands through it.
Suddenly the door opened.
"Ew! Get off of him please," Harry said, covering his eyes and pretending to swoon.
"You are a fruitcake," Luna said.
"I have a brilliant idea," Harry said. "Your spare room should be your snogging room. You'll hear anyone come in, and you'll be out of site." Neville wiggled his eyebrows at Luna.
"So many things we could do," he said suggestively. She swatted him over the head, going red.
"Neville!" He looked at Harry who shrugged and grinned.
"I just wanted to tell you that you need to give me your watches after dinner. I have to make them work here in the Elvin Realm," Harry said. "Please, continue." He closed the door and left. Luna and Neville proceeded to do as he had suggested.
**
Ron and Hermione quietly proceeded to their rooms. "Ready?" Hermione asked dramatically. Ron looed at her seriously, swallowed and nodded.
They entered their suite. The room was the same design and Luna and Nevilles, though they didn't know it. Their sitting room had elegant scarlet furniture with gold accents. They quickly went into their rooms and then went into the other's.
"Awesome," Ron said.
Hermione had a large square room with a beautiful copper bed. It was large and had midnight blue sheets. The same sheer material that covered the door hung from the high, elegant posts, gathered at the part where post met bed. Her headboard had beautiful sapphires in it. A set of glass doors opened to a small balcony. She had two redwood dressers and a whole wall was lined from floor to high ceiling with bookshelves. A ladder on wheels was at one end. A set of redwood doors opened to a closet.
"Come on," Hermione said, excited. She dragged Ron back to his room.
His sheets were white with a scarlet comforter. His bed was also copper, but the twisting posts were topped with copper globes with inlaid silver engravings, completely unconnected. He also had a balcony, but his doors slid out from the wall. His dressers and closet doors were also made of redwood. Shields, swords, and other weapons hung along one wall.
Outside their balconies, a tree grew between them, branches that seemed to grow a certain way for the sole purpose of travel between the two.
"Ron!" Ron followed Hermione through the branches of the tree and they stood on her small balcony. "That forest is beautiful," Hermione said. Ron looked out at the trees.
They were obviously high up. But what startled them was that they seemed to be right on the edge of the forest. Some trees grew close, othersâ where the real forest beganâ were further back. Ron and Hermione alike had noticed that they seemed to be in a partial forest, all throughout the palace. There were the tall trees they had seen from the large balcony, some serving as part of large, public buildings.
"Care to waste some time?" asked Ron. He leaned forward and captured her in a deep kiss. She giggled and pulled away. They walked into her room and resumed kissing on the comfort of her soft bed.
For a moment they thought they heard knocking. But the moment passed and they didn't notice when the door to the suite opened. "Oi!" called Harry's voice. He began walking down the hallway. The panting couple quickly sat up. Harry stood at the doorway, sighing heavily as Hermione, more than Ron, straightened their appearances.
"What?" asked Ron, slight irritation in his voice.
"Sorry, mate. Second time I've walked in on couples snogging in the last five minutes. Be glad that I knocked at your door. I'd suggest that you wait at least half an hour before snogging. I'd forgotten to tell you that I need your watches after dinner, else they won't work here," Harry said. "Please resume your activities."
After Harry left, Ron did just that. About ten minutes later, Hermione pushed him off. He groaned. "Hermione!"
"Ron, I have to get ready," she said firmly. "Go read a quidditch book or something. Maybe you'll find another fascinating Elvish sport book in the storeroom or the bookshelf in the sitting room Otherwise, play that muggle game I gave you. It'll work here, I made Harry make sure."
Ron obliged and went to play with the electronic toy Hermione had given him, though he was in a terrible mood from the fact their snogging session had been cut short.
**
Ginny was silent as she opened her door. She had reached hers first an dopened it quickly, slipping inside and leaning against it, her eyes shut tight. When she opened them, she discovered that Harry had lied. There was a small, rectangular roomâ well, room wasn't the correct word for it. It was... a space. The stone walls were covered in photographs.
She was immediately captured by their images. Some were familiar, taken at Hogwarts. There were a few of her. A lot of them had Ron and Hermione in them; few had Harry's parents; some with he himself as a baby with his parents; a good deal were of the elves; a couple were ones that were muggle photos, those having his mom and occasionally other recognizable people; and every now and again you could spot one of Sirius or Remus. She noted immediately that all pictures of the Marauders had Wormtail artfully removed and there was the occasional blank spots where a person ought to be standing.
Ginny studied the photos carefully. She froze when she saw one of herself. It was one that would have had to have been taken over the summer. She was wearing her favorite outfit; a black skit with tiny, white polka- dots that was cut to look jagged and twirled out brilliantly, a black, smooth, almost silk tank-top that seemed to cling to her perfectly. She was wearing black, satrapy high heels, and her fiery curls were held up in a golden "claw" Hermione had given her with a bunch of make-up for the Yule Ball two years ago. She was dancing to music that was doubtlessly coming from the enchanted muggle stereo behind her.
Ginny remembered this day, and she knew Harry was definitely not there. This was the second day he had been gone here. Probably about the end of his first year here. She looked around and saw more pictures of her on what had to be that day.
Suddenly, the door behind her opened and Harry stepped in.
"Good, you haven't been in the room yet," Harry said happily. Then he noticed the look on her face.
"These pictures," she said. Harry didn't make her finish.
"Let me explain," Harry said, going slightly red. Ginny nodded patiently. "Promise me you won't think I'm a creepy stalker?"
"I promise," Ginny said, moving closer and lacing her fingers in his.
"Well, Atonics saw that I was really lonely, and he said that about every six months he could do something for me. You remember that circle we viewed the Order meeting through? Well, it's a variation of this other spell. It takes a great amount of magical power, supplied by Atonics. I could choose one place to view, showing things that happened there. I picked the floor of Grimmauld Place that had your room on it the second time. First I chose the kitchen, so I could see an Order meeting and see everyone there.
"But I couldn't you out of my head. So I picked your floor, around your room next. And I kind of developed a subconscious crush on you."
"There's a picture of me after my shower," Ginny said. "What all did you see?" Harry went incredibly red.
"I won't lie, I did catch a glimpse of you naked, but I looked away. For what it's worth," Harry said after a moment. "I kind of liked what it was I glimpsed." Ginny went scarlet.
"Kiss me, Harry," she demanded softly. Harry obliged and kissed her long and hard. It had to be there most passionate kiss yet and they pulled away gasping for air.
"I wanted to show you your room, that's why I finished this little closet thing. This used be the closet in one of my guest rooms. I knew it was inevitable for you all to come here, and I made this room especially for you. Close your eyes."
Ginny did so and let Harry lead her into her room.
It was much cooler in her room. "Okay." Ginny opened her eyes to see a huge circular room with walls made of a beautiful, sleek looking white stone, slightly less elegant than marble, but just as beautiful.
Her bed was low and made of silver. The posts wound elegantly up and then dipped to connect at the center. Sheer white material spread out over the top, still letting light reach the sheets. The material twisted around the posts, reaching all the way to the floor. The sheets on the bed were pale, pale purple and the comforter was a shimmering white with pale purple woven in.
She had no dresser but a trunk was at the end of her bed. It was made of an Elvin wood Harry called Chikari, with beautiful designs carved into it. Slightly to the right of her bed was a balcony with beautiful glass doors. Slightly to the left of her bed were what seemed to be three curved Chikari trunks lined up with amethyst cushions over them, in place of a dresser.
Next to those was a large set of Chikari doors, leading to a closet. Next to the Chikari door she had come through was an identical Chikari door. It led, inevitably, to Harry's room. He made this certain by opening it.
The room was basically undecorated, save the shied that hung above her bed and the sword above her set of trunks.
The sword was beautiful. The sheath was hard, black leather that had inlaid silver designs. The hilt of the blade was very similar to the black stone that was the Satiri. Inlaid silver wrapped in a thin spiral down it. At the tip of the hilt was an amethyst, glinting in the sun.
The shield was of the same black stone. It was split into quarters. The top right hand quarter and its opposite were amethyst. The top left was black and the bottom right was silver. On the top purple was an elegant cat, one paw up, claws displayed neatly. The other purple had what looked like The Ring on it. The silver and black portions had symbols on them.
"It's amazing Harry," Ginny breathed. Harry smiled.
"I hoped that you'd like it," he said. Ginny walked over to the bed and laid down.
"Come here," she said quietly. Harry obliged and sat down. Immediately Ginny gave him a furious kiss. Harry moaned into her lips and flipped them so he was lying on top of her. They stayed that way for quite some time, finding contentedness in each other's embrace.
A/N I know, not as long as usual, but I figured, hell it's been over a month. I swear the next chapter will be 15 pages, typed and will be up in, hopefully, 20 days. Ciao. Oh, and things may get steamy between our young elf and his Ginny, so some chapters may end up R rated, though there will be a forewarning and no sex will occur for quite a long, long while. I predict I'm about a third of the way through with the story....
Chapter Twenty-One*~~
"Why would no one make a bet? I could have a nice amount of money right now," Ricu said grouchily.
"No one is that dumb," Fincaro said. Gordimere nodded in agreement. Kana sighed inwardly.
"Iri," Harry said coldly. She looked taken aback.
"Prince Laohan, surely you cannot still be thinking that you dismissed me!"
"Quite the contrary, Iri , I am making the formal announcement in a few moments, changing your name back in the scribes, and adding this development to the Satiri," Harry said briskly. "And would all of you get up!" All of the surrounding elves stood relatively quickly.
"Your Highness, you cannot dismiss the Lady of the Elves," Iri said, following him as he walked, lifting her skirts and moving quickly. Harry halted and turned to stare at her.
"You will find that there are about to be a lot of changes. In case you haven't found out, as is most likely, Kana and I are official un- engaged," Harry said, voice firm and eyes steady.
"W-what?! That is an age old tradition!" cried Iri. "Even if I am no longer the Lady, I cannot stand by and see our civilization run into muck!"
"That is exactly what I am trying to prevent!" Harry yelled. "The Keeper of the Ring said, and I quote, 'I come here to decree that Laohan Anitan will not marry Kana of Griatin Harbor. Kana will be given a station by the prince. If this is not done, your power source will abandon all elves, and you will fallâ harder than you are now.' I thought about it and have discovered something. She was right.
"We cannot keep running our world the way we have. You can say that tradition will triumph, but I am prince, heir to the throne of elves, and I say that things will change. You are dismissed, Iri. I will take you on as a horse trainer under the condition that you go through Guard training." And he walked away.
His friends and guests followed quickly.
"You have never exerted your power like that before," Atonics said calmly.
"I know," Harry said tiredly. "I hate to do it."
"What are you going to do now?" asked Kilala.
"Well, first off, I'm doing everything I just told Iri I was going to do. Then I suppose I'll have to tell everyone about The Keeper and wait around to find out who I'll have to marry. By the way, you don't mind being a temporary Lady of the Elves, do you Ki?" Kilala froze.
"What?!"
"Only temporary. I have to find someone else," Harry said irritably. He rubbed his forehead. "Things are not going to be easy to change around here. Some of the older elves will have a lot to say on my dismissing Atiri. But there will be a lot of people who are happy. I suppose I'll have to dismiss Inzuri as well. He won't care much though.'
"Harry?" asked Ginny timidly. He smiled weakly at her and she patted his shoulder, longing for a moment where they could be alone and she could comfort him by means of kissing him.
"What exactly is the Satiri?" Hermione demanded as they walked through winding corridors.
'That's Hermione,' Harry thought, smiling. "The Satiri is a giant stone slab. It has all of Elvin history recorded on it."
"What happens when you run out of room?" persisted Hermione. Harry stopped before a giant set of oak doors. He opened them, seeming to ignore Hermione's question.
Silence held in the air. Hermione walked forward. Harry smiled at her. "Wow," she breathed. Stretching high above them was a giant slab of black, glimmering rock. A bright blue light encircled the top, where it cut off sharply.
Hermione moved close to it and reached her hand out to touch it. Immediately, Royal Guards moved to stop her. Harry quickly signaled them back. Hermione's fingers traced a few words. Ron and Ginny moved up beside her, closely followed by the other humans.
"Way up there, where it seems to cut off, it doesn't. It keeps going up and up. The blue light transports it in a way. We can go up to look at it. Right now, there's a team of Study Guards up there, trying to translate the Lost Elvish. Only The Keeper can decipher it. But they insist upon trying. Who am I to stop them?"
"Harry, it's amazing," Remus said.
"It is," Harry agreed. "I didn't get to see it often. Even after we discovered I was the prince, I wasn't here. I was fighting. Because things were such havoc, the sticklers for custom could not protest. I was, after all, the Jistone as well." Harry removed the stone he had used to help Remus from his cloak. The others moved aside to let him through.
"That's the stone..."
"Yes, it is. It is a piece of this." Harry gestured to the Satiri. "Only this can make a mark on the rock." And slowly, carefully, Harry wrote words in Elvish. "There, it's recorded. Lady Atiri is revoked."
"Where to now?" asked Ron, excited. Harry grinned.
"I'll show the quidditch field that's getting put in, but first we have to go the scribes. We need to get a Royal Scriber to help us change Lady Atiri back to Iri. The scribes also record Elvish information, but these are different records. It's detailed records of battles. Anything that involves anything higher than a peasant elf is recorded. Births, name changes, broken engagements."
Harry turned and led them away. As he did so, the words he had written began to glow in a purple light. They now were in Old Elvish.
"To the scribes," Kigali said happily. "Maybe Biguri will be there."
"Ah, your young mate," Harry taunted. Kigali glared at him.
"Can it, Highness." Harry stuck out his tongue and lead them through more corridors and up stairs. This time the stopped at a plain looking door. Mitra opened it to reveal a giant tower room. Stairs led up and down inside. The walls were lined with ancient looking books. One ceiling to floor window lit the entire room.
"Biguri! Hotoshi!" the twins yelled, running around. A young elf, looking to be only a bit younger than Ginny and bearing a strong resemblance to Ricu, came up the stairs, grinning.
"Kigali!" The two hugged tightly. "Hello, Mitra." She rolled her eyes. "Hotoshi should be down soon. Your Highness-"
"I swear to Michi, if you bow Biguri Matinu, I will royally kick your ass," Harry growled. Biguri laughed.
"I have truly missed you, Prince Laohan."
"Ah, young Master Elf." An ancient looking elf came down the stairs. He looked to be a cross between Dumbledore and Mr. Ollivander.
~Pet name?~ inquired Ron. Harry sighed mentally.
~He's quite the interesting character.~
"Albus?!" cried Hotoshi.
"It has been quite a long time, Hotoshi," Dumbledore said, smiling.
"Shut your mouth, old man. Come here." The two hugged as though brothers. "How is dear old Abberforth?"
"He's doing well. Making wands, he is. We've missed you. And you cannot rightly call me old man. You are, after all, my older brother. And this dimension went quite a deal faster than my own for a good hundred years," Dumbledore said.
"What is going on?" demanded Harry.
"This is my younger brother," Hotoshi said. "I became a Scriber, ineligible for the throne. It went to Abberforth. He wanted to be a Royal Magician and was later charged with treason. He fled to the human realm and Albahino was given the throne. Of course, you all know the story from there."
"I'm a bit shocked," Harry said. "So, you knew all along that Grandfather was, indeed, my grandfather? I'd be mad at you if I weren't wondering what it is Abberforth is doing."
"You've met him upon many occasion," Dumbledore said dismissively. "Mr. Ollivander. He changed his name upon going to our realm, incase any silly elves came looking for revenge."
Why does it seem that I am always close to people who end up being my family?" asked Harry. "Next thing you know, Sirius will be from the Anitar line!"
"If I understood what he said, I'd comment," Sirius said.
"You already did," Melody whispered. Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Always the pessimist," Sirius said, shaking his head.
"That would not make her a pessimist, Sirius," Remus told him quietly. "It would, however, make you and idiot." Sirius punched his shoulder.
"The Anitar are a Lost Line of elves. They're a distant relative line, very distant. As a matter of fact, if the heir was a girl, she'd be my betrothed. She would've been my first arranged marriage, actually," Harry said.
"So, any idea who's next in line?" asked May.
"Riatra of Redrose," Hotoshi said, looking up from the discussion he and Dumbledore were having. Everyone basically stared at him. "I'm a Royal Scribe. Head of Royal Scribes, actually. Of course I know who Master Elf will be marrying."
Harry looked at Ginny. She turned her gaze from the old elf to the young one. A weak smile spread across her face. Harry returned it with an equally weak smile. "Let's not talk about that," Harry said. "I have to go make an announcement anyways. And I have to find Inzuiri."
Harry left quickly. The others lingered, staring after him.
"What is wrong with Prince Laohan?" asked Biguri.
"A lot of stuff," Sirius said, his brow furrowed in worry. He and Remus nodded at each other, taking off after him. Ginny hesitated and left as well.
"I believe I can still navigate around this castle," Dumbledore said. "I'll lead you to where we'll find our young Mr., Potter."
Dumbledore led them through corridors and secret passages that bore a strong resemblance to Hogwarts. No one talked as they made their way. About five minutes after their departure from the Scribe Room, they were in front of a large set of oak doors. Inlaid copper formed beautiful designs on the door. Dumbledore reached forward and opened them.
The elves smiled at the excited and fascinated looks on the faces of the others. "It never does loose its glory, does it, Hotoshi?" Dumbledore asked softly.
"No, it never does," replied Hotoshi.
They stood on a large white marble, circular balcony. Vine of ivory were growing up over the railing from the side and the bottom alike. A large redwood tree's branches crossed just barley in front of the left side. A large horn made of marble stood halfway behind the thin layer of leaves. In line with the bottom of the railing was a large branch that one could easily use to climb from balcony to ground and vice versa.
"Where's Harry?" asked Ron. The young elf was nowhere in site, and neither was Remus nor Sirius nor Ginny.
"They will be here," Dumbledore said, his voice sure and steady.
Not even two minutes later, Harry entered with Ginny, Sirius, and Remus on his heels. Also with him was an elf about Dumbledore's height, who looked even older than the former.
"Harry..." He grinned at Hermione.
"I don't like wearing this stuff, but duty calls," he said. He wore an extremely elegant Elvish outfit in the light blue of a soft summer stream. His hair had grown much longer in the ten minutes they had been apart. It was pulled back from his face by what would usually hang in his face being pulled back in a thin pony tail atop the rest of his hair. He wore a golden ring on top of this, with small emeralds all along the interweaving strands of gold. Around his neck hung a flashing golden pendant. (think of Lord of the Rings from the style of Harry's clothes)
"I'd ask you to blow the horn, Inzuri, but I do not think you could muster the air in those old lungs to make even the smallest sound," Harry teased the old elf.
"You young ones, think you're so durable. Wait until you reach my ripe age of eleven thousand, then you'll watch your mouth," retorted Inzuri.
"Kilala, Atonics, if you wouldn't mind?" Harry asked, ignoring the other elf.
They nodded and Atonics's magic surrounded them in a mist-like cloud. When it cleared, they looked quite different. Atonics wore an outfit similar to Harry's, but his was slightly less elegant and in a shade of pale green. Kilala's highlights were now a soft, glittery gold. She wore an elegant pale yellow dress with large sleeves, a low circular neck cut, and a bit of a train.
"The cloaks, please," Harry said to a few elves who had appeared while the others were distracted. Servants handed each person on the balcony a cloak. "Put them on and be sure that they cover your clothes."
He himself put on a deep, rich blue cloak and flung it back over his shoulders. Atonics slipped on a deep green one. It went over his right shoulder but the other side was behind his back, like Harry's. Kilala's was white with golden thread woven in. She kept it behind her back, her hair pulled out of it, flowing over the top in wavy sheets.
"What's going on?" asked Melody.
"This is the balcony from which all important announcements are made," Harry said. "Someone has to blow the gathering horn. Everyone then proceeds to crowd around down there, and I make the announcement I need to. Then, Royal Messengers will mount up and carry the announcement across all of the Elvin Realm. Each town has a wooden platform where their High Magician, High Fighter, and High Royal Guard announce what I said."
"Such a complicated realm," Sirius said, shaking his head.
"Quarrn, if you would," Harry said. A handsome elf stepped out from the shadows. He wore what could be almost an Arabian style outfit of green, purple, and gold silk. His skin was dark and his eyes black. His hair was long on the left half, falling to his waist, and short in the right, going only to his shoulders. It was sleek black hair, the color of Kilala's. Kilala herself stared at his distantly. His piercing gaze bore into her.
Still looking at Kilala, he spoke to Harry. "Aren't you forgetting something, Highness?"
Harry furrowed his brow and then quickly proceeded to slap himself in the forehead. He removed his glasses and tucked them into his shirt. His friends were struck suddenly with how regal and elegant he looked.
"He really is an elf," breathed Hermione. Ron nodded. Sirius's face was full of pride.
Quarrn moved his bare feet swiftly to the large horn. He blew quickly and seemingly effortlessly, releasing into the air the sound of a choir of birds. Moments later, elves stood below the balcony.
"I, Prince Laohan of the elves, must make a very important announcement. While at my school, the Keeper of the Ring appeared and gave me a message that clearly terminated my betrothal to Kana of Griatin Harbor. She also gave me a warning. One that I have seen on occasion in the different versions of things that may happen in the future.
"It is because of these two things that brings about my next announcement. Changes are going to be happening to all elves. It begins with the dismissal of Atiri, Lady of the Elves. She has been demoted back to Iri. Inzuri, Lord of the Elves, has also been stripped of his role. Head Magician, Atonics, and Head Fighter Kilala will be temporary fill-ins with these positions. This is until I find two elves that I believe are suitable for the roles.
"And please, take time to give honor where it is deserved. If you find that you have a stray moment of spare time, send your blessings to your favorite god, in the name of Vidico of Griatin Harbor, who gave his life to protect us all from the Dimukai. Dimukai u anitan to you all, elves of Aquadira."
All of this was spoken in Elvish, so many of the people behind Harry were quite confused. They were also almost as awed. Harry had truly seemed like the Prince of the Elves in those few moments.
Harry quickly walked off of the balcony. Everyone followed him. "That was amazing, Harry," Neville cried. "Absolutely amazing!" (um, Luna and Neville are there, if you don't recall. Haven't made em do much. And so is Sandra....)
"What do you mean, Nev?" asked Harry. He performed a spell and was suddenly wearing breeches and a white shirt under his cloak.
"He means that you seemed very much like a prince," Luna said, agreement in her voice.
"Yes, well," Harry said, blushing a tad bit before he forced it down. He loved his friends dearly, however uncomfortable their praise made him feel.
"Who wants to see their rooms?" asked Remus. "Oh, yes, that's right, me!" Harry laughed.
"I get the message, Remus," he said. "You al have your own rooms. Follow me." Harry led them up a few flights of stairs. They had no idea how many levels there were to the castle. They had been to Atonics's home the last time, not the palace. "Melody, May, Sirius, and Remus will be sharing a suite. You'll have a small Common Room, so to say, in complete Gryffindor colors. Luna and Neville will have a small suite next to Ron and Hermione's suite which are down the hall from my room and Ginny's room; both pairs are connected by a door. Ginny, you don't get a room. Sandra, you'll be down by Kig and Mit. Grandfather, you know where your rooms were, they're still there."
At this point, Dumbledore separated himself from the others, promising to see them at dinner and affirming with Harry that dinner was still served in the same spot. Kigali and Mitra led Sandra to their rooms, while Harry dropped the adults off. He then led his friends up another flight of stairs. They stopped at a long corridor with beautiful arches at the front.
"This is it," he said. Beyond it they saw four large, redwood doors with a sheer material draped over them. On the left, one was amethyst and one emerald. On the right was one that was half midnight blue and half scarlet and the other was half robin's egg blue and half aqua. "Ron, Hermione, your suite is the blue and red door. Your respective names are engraved on your doors. Luna, Neville, your suite is the two blues. Feel free to do whatever you like to the doors inside. There's a bathroom, small kitchen, sitting room, storeroom, two bedrooms, and a small empty room in the suites.
"Ginny, your door is the amethyst one. Your room is connected to my room. My room is a gigantic suite. So basically you're in a suite with a second entrance to your room.
"Now, dinner is being held at exactly seven, elves are precise on time. So, we'll meet out here at exactly six thirty. You'll find plenty of Elvin clothes in your sizes in your rooms. If you need anything else, just ask. Wear really, really nice clothes to dinner. Lunch isn't important and neither is breakfast, but you never know who will show up at dinner. It would be much worse it Atiri were still here. Never wear the same clothes to dinner within eleven days of each other. We'll be here for about three weeks so you'll only be able to wear an outfit twice, at the most."
"That all?" asked Ginny sarcastically.
"Look, most of your time here will be fun," Harry said, grinning. "There's a lot of stuff to doâ which reminds me, you'll all be learning to ride horsesâ and it's generally safe in Aquadira; the Dimukai are weakened and are afraid to make a direct attack, past the borders of Fidoradora, you are no longer safe. But elves do not easily accept humans. Some do, the younger ones and those without many birth rights and birth ranks. Even some old ones, who have years of wisdom, like Inzuri and Hotoshi, accept us. But many do not. You must learn Elvin customs."
"Don't worry, mate," Ron assured him. "We understand. Six thirty, dressed to kill."
"No, dressed to impress," Harry said. "You'll find that the armor you'll need to be suited for is not nearly as nice as what you wear to dinner." His friends shook their heads and then entered their respective rooms.
**
Luna and Neville opened the door to their suite with anticipation. The first room was a giant half circle with many doors leading off of it and one hallway. The room was furnished with red and blue colors and gold and white accents.
"Cool," Neville said. They walked down the hall to find, on the left was Neville's door and on the right was Luna's.
"Come here," Luna said. She pulled Neville back into the main room and pushed him back onto the red couch. She giggled at him as he grinned slyly.
Slowly, she leaned down and planted a firm kiss on his lips. Slowly, they relaxed into each other with ease of familiarity. Luna pulled her hair down from it's twist and Neville ran his hands through it.
Suddenly the door opened.
"Ew! Get off of him please," Harry said, covering his eyes and pretending to swoon.
"You are a fruitcake," Luna said.
"I have a brilliant idea," Harry said. "Your spare room should be your snogging room. You'll hear anyone come in, and you'll be out of site." Neville wiggled his eyebrows at Luna.
"So many things we could do," he said suggestively. She swatted him over the head, going red.
"Neville!" He looked at Harry who shrugged and grinned.
"I just wanted to tell you that you need to give me your watches after dinner. I have to make them work here in the Elvin Realm," Harry said. "Please, continue." He closed the door and left. Luna and Neville proceeded to do as he had suggested.
**
Ron and Hermione quietly proceeded to their rooms. "Ready?" Hermione asked dramatically. Ron looed at her seriously, swallowed and nodded.
They entered their suite. The room was the same design and Luna and Nevilles, though they didn't know it. Their sitting room had elegant scarlet furniture with gold accents. They quickly went into their rooms and then went into the other's.
"Awesome," Ron said.
Hermione had a large square room with a beautiful copper bed. It was large and had midnight blue sheets. The same sheer material that covered the door hung from the high, elegant posts, gathered at the part where post met bed. Her headboard had beautiful sapphires in it. A set of glass doors opened to a small balcony. She had two redwood dressers and a whole wall was lined from floor to high ceiling with bookshelves. A ladder on wheels was at one end. A set of redwood doors opened to a closet.
"Come on," Hermione said, excited. She dragged Ron back to his room.
His sheets were white with a scarlet comforter. His bed was also copper, but the twisting posts were topped with copper globes with inlaid silver engravings, completely unconnected. He also had a balcony, but his doors slid out from the wall. His dressers and closet doors were also made of redwood. Shields, swords, and other weapons hung along one wall.
Outside their balconies, a tree grew between them, branches that seemed to grow a certain way for the sole purpose of travel between the two.
"Ron!" Ron followed Hermione through the branches of the tree and they stood on her small balcony. "That forest is beautiful," Hermione said. Ron looked out at the trees.
They were obviously high up. But what startled them was that they seemed to be right on the edge of the forest. Some trees grew close, othersâ where the real forest beganâ were further back. Ron and Hermione alike had noticed that they seemed to be in a partial forest, all throughout the palace. There were the tall trees they had seen from the large balcony, some serving as part of large, public buildings.
"Care to waste some time?" asked Ron. He leaned forward and captured her in a deep kiss. She giggled and pulled away. They walked into her room and resumed kissing on the comfort of her soft bed.
For a moment they thought they heard knocking. But the moment passed and they didn't notice when the door to the suite opened. "Oi!" called Harry's voice. He began walking down the hallway. The panting couple quickly sat up. Harry stood at the doorway, sighing heavily as Hermione, more than Ron, straightened their appearances.
"What?" asked Ron, slight irritation in his voice.
"Sorry, mate. Second time I've walked in on couples snogging in the last five minutes. Be glad that I knocked at your door. I'd suggest that you wait at least half an hour before snogging. I'd forgotten to tell you that I need your watches after dinner, else they won't work here," Harry said. "Please resume your activities."
After Harry left, Ron did just that. About ten minutes later, Hermione pushed him off. He groaned. "Hermione!"
"Ron, I have to get ready," she said firmly. "Go read a quidditch book or something. Maybe you'll find another fascinating Elvish sport book in the storeroom or the bookshelf in the sitting room Otherwise, play that muggle game I gave you. It'll work here, I made Harry make sure."
Ron obliged and went to play with the electronic toy Hermione had given him, though he was in a terrible mood from the fact their snogging session had been cut short.
**
Ginny was silent as she opened her door. She had reached hers first an dopened it quickly, slipping inside and leaning against it, her eyes shut tight. When she opened them, she discovered that Harry had lied. There was a small, rectangular roomâ well, room wasn't the correct word for it. It was... a space. The stone walls were covered in photographs.
She was immediately captured by their images. Some were familiar, taken at Hogwarts. There were a few of her. A lot of them had Ron and Hermione in them; few had Harry's parents; some with he himself as a baby with his parents; a good deal were of the elves; a couple were ones that were muggle photos, those having his mom and occasionally other recognizable people; and every now and again you could spot one of Sirius or Remus. She noted immediately that all pictures of the Marauders had Wormtail artfully removed and there was the occasional blank spots where a person ought to be standing.
Ginny studied the photos carefully. She froze when she saw one of herself. It was one that would have had to have been taken over the summer. She was wearing her favorite outfit; a black skit with tiny, white polka- dots that was cut to look jagged and twirled out brilliantly, a black, smooth, almost silk tank-top that seemed to cling to her perfectly. She was wearing black, satrapy high heels, and her fiery curls were held up in a golden "claw" Hermione had given her with a bunch of make-up for the Yule Ball two years ago. She was dancing to music that was doubtlessly coming from the enchanted muggle stereo behind her.
Ginny remembered this day, and she knew Harry was definitely not there. This was the second day he had been gone here. Probably about the end of his first year here. She looked around and saw more pictures of her on what had to be that day.
Suddenly, the door behind her opened and Harry stepped in.
"Good, you haven't been in the room yet," Harry said happily. Then he noticed the look on her face.
"These pictures," she said. Harry didn't make her finish.
"Let me explain," Harry said, going slightly red. Ginny nodded patiently. "Promise me you won't think I'm a creepy stalker?"
"I promise," Ginny said, moving closer and lacing her fingers in his.
"Well, Atonics saw that I was really lonely, and he said that about every six months he could do something for me. You remember that circle we viewed the Order meeting through? Well, it's a variation of this other spell. It takes a great amount of magical power, supplied by Atonics. I could choose one place to view, showing things that happened there. I picked the floor of Grimmauld Place that had your room on it the second time. First I chose the kitchen, so I could see an Order meeting and see everyone there.
"But I couldn't you out of my head. So I picked your floor, around your room next. And I kind of developed a subconscious crush on you."
"There's a picture of me after my shower," Ginny said. "What all did you see?" Harry went incredibly red.
"I won't lie, I did catch a glimpse of you naked, but I looked away. For what it's worth," Harry said after a moment. "I kind of liked what it was I glimpsed." Ginny went scarlet.
"Kiss me, Harry," she demanded softly. Harry obliged and kissed her long and hard. It had to be there most passionate kiss yet and they pulled away gasping for air.
"I wanted to show you your room, that's why I finished this little closet thing. This used be the closet in one of my guest rooms. I knew it was inevitable for you all to come here, and I made this room especially for you. Close your eyes."
Ginny did so and let Harry lead her into her room.
It was much cooler in her room. "Okay." Ginny opened her eyes to see a huge circular room with walls made of a beautiful, sleek looking white stone, slightly less elegant than marble, but just as beautiful.
Her bed was low and made of silver. The posts wound elegantly up and then dipped to connect at the center. Sheer white material spread out over the top, still letting light reach the sheets. The material twisted around the posts, reaching all the way to the floor. The sheets on the bed were pale, pale purple and the comforter was a shimmering white with pale purple woven in.
She had no dresser but a trunk was at the end of her bed. It was made of an Elvin wood Harry called Chikari, with beautiful designs carved into it. Slightly to the right of her bed was a balcony with beautiful glass doors. Slightly to the left of her bed were what seemed to be three curved Chikari trunks lined up with amethyst cushions over them, in place of a dresser.
Next to those was a large set of Chikari doors, leading to a closet. Next to the Chikari door she had come through was an identical Chikari door. It led, inevitably, to Harry's room. He made this certain by opening it.
The room was basically undecorated, save the shied that hung above her bed and the sword above her set of trunks.
The sword was beautiful. The sheath was hard, black leather that had inlaid silver designs. The hilt of the blade was very similar to the black stone that was the Satiri. Inlaid silver wrapped in a thin spiral down it. At the tip of the hilt was an amethyst, glinting in the sun.
The shield was of the same black stone. It was split into quarters. The top right hand quarter and its opposite were amethyst. The top left was black and the bottom right was silver. On the top purple was an elegant cat, one paw up, claws displayed neatly. The other purple had what looked like The Ring on it. The silver and black portions had symbols on them.
"It's amazing Harry," Ginny breathed. Harry smiled.
"I hoped that you'd like it," he said. Ginny walked over to the bed and laid down.
"Come here," she said quietly. Harry obliged and sat down. Immediately Ginny gave him a furious kiss. Harry moaned into her lips and flipped them so he was lying on top of her. They stayed that way for quite some time, finding contentedness in each other's embrace.
A/N I know, not as long as usual, but I figured, hell it's been over a month. I swear the next chapter will be 15 pages, typed and will be up in, hopefully, 20 days. Ciao. Oh, and things may get steamy between our young elf and his Ginny, so some chapters may end up R rated, though there will be a forewarning and no sex will occur for quite a long, long while. I predict I'm about a third of the way through with the story....