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A/N: Hello again everyone. I'm overjoyed that you like my story and some of you even reviewed.

Phoenix - "Duh. Of course they would review. Its a good story."

Kev - "Thank you Phoenix. However I already have your opinion. I need to know how the readers feel."

Vincent – (Walks through a door.) "I'm back everyone."

Phoenix - "You missed all of the fun."

Vincent – (Grins maliciously) "Really? What did I miss?"

Kev – (Blushing furiously) "NOTHING! Nothing happened while you were away. I posted chapters and got reviews. That's it!"

Vincent – (Still grinning)

Phoenix – (Oblivious)

Kev - "I'm writing the next chapter now!"

Neville – Thanks for your review. What part is your favorite so far?

Ellen – Could you be a little more specific about that?

Roy – Really? Well, here it is.

Chapter Six: Elven Blues

Rai Warren sat at the edge of the Forbidden Forest with the giant of a man, Hagrid. The Care of Magical Creatures Professor was a very kind, if not misguided, man. He spent most of his time tending to the creatures and critters that resided in his pens or the Forest. Rai watched him feeding a interesting creature called a niffler. He had told Rai that he was going to use it for his third year lesson on Monday. Rai had never seen a niffler and had gotten a very long lecture on their behavior and properties.

Now however, he was simply meditating. It wasn't like his meditation for rest this time. He was merely trying to clear his mind so he could sort out his thoughts. He looked up toward the athletic field where students played a game called quidditch. The pitch was just emptying out of the Gryffindor quidditch team as they tromped across the school grounds for lunch. As he watched them his thoughts came to rest on Harry Potter. Rai had been receiving some odd vibrations in his class that morning. His wand had gone absolutely bonkers.

Of course he had been told the long story of Harry and his prophecy. He had not been told the contents of the prophecy but he had been told the history of the young man. The familiar presence seemed to be coming from the raven haired boy. "Hagrid?" he asked.

"What is it Rai?" Hagrid looked up from tending to some blast ended skrewts.

"I was wondering about young Mr. Potter there," he said pointing at the line of Gryffindors plodding toward the castle's main entrance.

"Wonderful boy he is. A bit hot headed like 'is father but nearly as smart as 'is mother. He's a great kid and nice to 'is peers too." Hagrid smiled as he reminisced about the boy's parents and adventures.

"How far back does his parentage go?" Rai had been wondering about several things that fit together a little too closely to be coincidence. The Spirit of Hogwarts had told him about Princess Liyallen. He had felt a strangely familiar presence in his "dreams" and his wand goes berserk when it collects information on Harry Potter.

Hagrid scratched his head, thinking very hard. He ran a hand through his shaggy beard and then seemed to be satisfied. "I'd say the Potter name showed up about two thousand years ago. A guy calling himself 'Alan De' Marqi Solophero Potter' showed up with his wife and son 'ere in England. He enrolled his son, 'Regmaus Potter', into Hogwarts and they've been 'roun since then. O' course I only know because Harry's grandpap and I wen' to school together 'ere.

"Has anyone named Liyallen ever been part of his family?" He had to know. If the boy was who Rai thought he was, then he would have a few obligations to take care of.

"Come to think of it," Hagrid was scratching his beard again, "There was a Liyallen that married into the Potter line abou' a thousand years ago." That was what Rai had been waiting to hear. So Mr. Potter was the descendant of two elven families.

Despite his efforts to remain unconcerned Harry felt a pang of jealousy as he watched Ron walk out of the common room with his arm around Hermione. It seemed that they had less time for him lately since they had been going steady. His two best friends of five and one quarter years were suddenly too busy to spend time with him. His shoulders slumped and he sighed absently.

"It's not very fun being left out is it?" Harry turned his head to see a student he had never noticed before. He had bright blue eyes that seemed to search the soul. His thin brown hair fell limply to his shoulders and his face was pale and worn. His nose was short and slightly pointed, he had a sloping jaw, and he didn't look like the kind of person who smiled much.

"What do you mean?" Harry inquired, a feeble attempt at hiding the truth. The boy just stood and walked over to him. He held a rather worn looking muggle mystery novel under his arm and he held his right hand out. Harry shook it.

"The name's Murdoc Morchise but I prefer to be known by my middle name, Nivek. I'm in my seventh year." Nivek smiled and it seemed to light up his whole face. "No need to ask who you are, eh?"

"What did you mean by that earlier?" Harry had never noticed Nivek around before but he supposed it was because he was always preoccupied with classes, Snape, and Voldemort. He really hoped that the boy hadn't noticed the way he was feeling.

"No need to cover it up Harry. I know what it's like to be alone." His face resumed its serious and haggard expression as he spoke, "My face is so normal and ordinary that nobody pays much attention to me." Harry looked up at the taller boy with a puzzled look. "I know how you think. "Being alone, how wonderful that would be." Trust me Harry, its not. You spend more than one or two years without being bothered and it starts to get to you. Relish what attention you get because being alone is much more stressful than being the center of attention."

Harry was caught. He guessed that it would be alright to talk to Nivek anyway. "It's just so frustrating to see them like that. I'm really happy for them but I can't help but be jealous." Harry slumped into a chair and ran a hand through his hair. "I can understand it but I can't stand it."

"Couples need their alone time Harry. I'm pretty sure you'll be in the same situation one day and you'll feel the same way. I had a muggle girlfriend once and that was the way it went with us. We broke up when she found someone she felt was better." Nivek's face became momentarily dark and he muttered "stupid Goths" under his breath.

"No offense Nivek," Harry said, "But I've never really noticed you before. And none of the other older students ever mentioned you." Nivek shrugged.

"Next time you see Messrs Fred and George Weasley ask them, I was their number one test subject for two or three years." There was an uncomfortable silence that lasted for several minutes until broken by Harry's stomach growling. "Hey," Nivek said, "Why don't you go get some lunch? I'll talk to you later."

"OK," Harry replied, "I guess we can talk later." He rose from his chair and waved at Nivek before heading for the portrait hole.

Harry once again bumped into Cho Chang on his way to lunch. She was sulking near one of the suits of armor on the second floor. "What are you doing up here Cho?" Harry questioned her. Cho looked up, surprised.

"Oh, no reason." She wasn't very convincing and there was false cheer in her voice.

"Really, what's wrong Cho?" Harry sat down next to her on the floor. "I can tell that your not up here for no reason." Cho seemed to blush and mumbled something under her breath. "Sorry, didn't catch that."

"I said, the Slytherins were picking on me again. And they said something embarrassing in front of a lot of students. I don't think I can go to the Great Hall right now." Harry thought for a moment and got an idea.

"Come with me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her up with him. He then led her through several corridors and down two or three flights of stairs. When they arrived at their destination Cho was a bit disoriented.

"Where are we?" she inquired. She looked up at Harry. He moved toward the large painting of a bowl of fruit on the wall. "What are you doing?"

"Watch," he told her. He reached up and tickled the pair in the painting. A soft giggle and an audible pop was heard and a doorknob appeared. Harry grabbed it and opened the door. He pulled Cho in with him and announced, "Welcome to the Hogwarts kitchens."

Cho marveled as around sixty house elves came running up to them asking if the 'young masters' needed anything. This went on for only several seconds when a loud voice came over all the others. "Master Harry Potter Sir! It is so good to sees you again sir." Dobby bounded out of the corner wearing a pair of mismatched socks and a very odd looking sweater. He tackled a chuckling Harry and the elves went back to asking if the two students needed anything.

Harry stood and ordered for them. "Bring us some egg salad sandwiches and some pumpkin juice please." Almost immediately a tray was set on a clear table with the ordered food. Harry motioned for Cho to take a seat and sat down himself. Dobby chattered to Harry for a while before heading back to do his duties.

"How often do you come here Harry?" Cho asked him.

"Not really that often. But if you know where the kitchens are it's easier to avoid embarrassing situations. It's also good if your hungry late at night. Its a great place to have a midnight snack, as long as you don't get caught." Cho studied him as she ate. Harry really didn't know what it was but being with Cho was comfortable. He just felt like he could share anything with her.

Dobby came by several times to make suer they had everything they needed and soon the two were full. As Harry and Cho made their way back to the entrance hall Cho said something that made Harry blush. "That was nice of you Harry. Maybe we should do it again sometime."

Harry stammered "It was nothing." and they agreed to have lunch together again some other day. Harry was content and didn't really notice where he was going until he ran straight into Professor Rai Warren.

A/N: Whew! That was intense. I'm really sorry that I'm so late with this chapter. I've been busy with job hunting and other stuff. I hope you can forgive me. I just didn't have any time for my writing.

Vincent – "Come on! Tell me! I know something happened here while I was gone and I'm going to find out."

Kev - "For the last time nothing happened!"

Phoenix - "What are you guys talking about."

Kev and Vincent - "Nothing!" (Both looking very embarrassed)

Kev - "Vincent, stay out of it. Nothing happened. Phoenix, It's really nothing important. And you Readers – PLEASE REVIEW! Until next time, Ciao!"