Wow! this's my record. Look at the date! just i three weeks! and the chap's long. i'm proud, but thats me and myself. maybe this's late for u. Whatever... on with the story. And thanx to all my reviewers

Cap 8: Changes (Part One)

'So… Mum finally did the impossible?' said a 16-17 year old boy, of shoulder length raven black hair, 5'9" tall, toned muscles, with lightly tanned skin and bright emerald green eyes, that no longer were covered by glasses, to the man in front of him. They were in the entrance hall of the castle known as the Palace of the Elven Land of Earth.

'Yes, Flames. Petals did so,' answered his companion, a slightly taller man, 6'2", with light brown hair and amber eyes and also tanned skin, with a little less muscle mass, smirking. 'And why up so early? You aren't a morning person, to say the least.'

The teen's face turned grim. Then he said in a lower tone than before, 'A strange feeling woke me up, and led me hear, to you. Better tell you when Mum and Dad are awake too.'

'Very well,' answered the elder man seriously, knowing that whatever the teen had felt was important and relevant with them all. Then, with a lightening tone, he said, 'Today is your turn to choose which hall we'll use for having meals. So, tell me.'

The boy smiled mischievously and then said, 'If you can keep up with me, you'll know,' before he tuned around and started running inhumanly fast through the halls of the castle. The other man started running as fast as the boy, as if the difference of age had vanished and both were kids. And who said their hearts weren't the ones of children?

They had ran for fifteen minutes or so, non of them showing signs of tiredness, when the emerald eyed boy finally entered a room, still in the first floor, laughing merrily. It was a small dining room for just six people, decorated with silver, gold and ochre colours. The chairs, the central table and the small side tables all made of larch. Harry threw himself on the chair to the right of the head place and Remus mimicked him taking the place to Harry's right. They sat there laughing uncontrollably for five whole minutes before they could calm down enough to talk.

'So, Harry. Do we ask for breakfast or we wait for your parents?' asked the amber eyed man.

'We'll have to wait, or Dad'll kill us.'

'Too true.'

After a shot silence Harry asked, 'How was the full moon, Remus, now that you finally listened to Mum.'

'Sincerely, I'll have to say that I've beenquite a fool mythrough werewolf life.'

'You finally realize it!' Harry said, a bit too loud and his expresion of surprise a little too exaggerated.

'Hey, I'm not that bad,' the man complained, but only received a laugh as answer.

'Up so early, Harry?' a voice asked from the doorway.

''Morning, Dad,' the boy said with a cheerful smile to a tall man, with his same wavy jet black hair, tanned skin, 6'5" tall and hazel eyes.

'Nice day, isn't it?' now this time a woman's voice said, as a beautiful lady, 5'6", with waist length wavy auburn hair, barely tanned skin, and shining emerald green eyes entered the room, standing next to her husband.

'Yes it is, Lily,' answered light brown haired man.

'So,' stared the hazel eyed man as he sat on the head seat, and Lily to his left, 'Let's eat.' And with these words, the table clothes, the dishes, the utensils and the food appeared in front of them. The four ate a light breakfast, composed of fruits, natural juice and a bowl of milk with cereals. When they were finished eating and talking through the after-meal period, Lily and the black haired man stood, ready to leave, but the other man stopped them.

'Harry has something to tell us, James,' he said seriously.

James, looked at his son questioningly, before sitting down again, followed by his wife. He stared at his silent son as the boy decided how to tell them the problem. A minute or so later the teen spoke.

'I had a dream last night.' Just as he said this, his father was going to interrupt, but he raised his hand, making the man silent. 'It wasn't Voldemort, I'm 100 sure. I pretty much don't remember it, but I know Remus and I were involved in whatever happened in there. I woke up just when the moon had hid completely, just when Remus came back. It only reassured me that Remus had something to do with it all. A strange feeling lingered from the dream and told me to go to the entrance hall, and I got there just when Remus entered. I have a feeling that whatever I dreamed didn't happened, but will happen.' Now his mother was about to interrupt, but he stopped her the same way he had stopped his father. 'Don't ask why I think so, I just feel it. What I remember from the dream, clearly, is Remus in his human form, Remus as a wolf, me in an empty room, and me in a room full of logs in fire. But I wasn't burning, even if the flames were covering me. And the last images were of Dad and I in the forest, fighting with swords, and then myself laying on the ground of the clearing, my chest wounded . Nothing more.' He finished, looking down at his cereal bowl.

'James, Lil', any idea of what's that s'pposed to mean?' Remus asked, a scared note in his voice.

'Little or nothing,' the couple answered together.

'Are you sure about the feeling that it will happen?' Lily asked after a moment in deep thoughts.

'If I can trust my instincts, which I know I can, then yes, I'm sure,' the youngest of the group answered.

'What's the "Little" you know?' Remus asked.

'The Potters are a very old family of wizards and witches, known and recognized since the last century of the roman empire,' James started explaining. 'We are descendants of many powerful wizards, even some relationship with Merlin and the Founders of Hogwarts. Our elven lineage is even older, obviously. And some are also related with other magical folks. There is the change, not only wizards and witches, but magical folks. So near we are to two, that my grandparents from my mother's side were elementals,' James ended, looking down, avoiding the wide eyed stares of his best friend alive, his wife and his son.

'Elementals! I can turn out an Elemental!' Harry gasped though the shock.

'Wind and/or Fire,' added his father with a sigh.

'Have you got any of these powers?' asked Lily to her husband, searching his eyes with hers.

'Not complete control over the elements, but I do have some of the abilities that come with them,' James answered, finally yielding in avoiding his wife's eyes and looking at her. Then he sighed and lowered his head. 'Sorry for not telling you, it just…,' he stopped sighing again. 'There's no excuse.'

'Don't worry,' Lily reassured him holding his hands in hers. 'You told us, we know now, and that's what matters. That you don't keep permanent secrets from us. And you have all the right to hide whatever you need too.'

'Thanks, love,' James whispered, raising his head and smiling gratefully at Petals, who smiled back.

Meanwhile, Remus and Harry were just smiling and shaking their heads amused at the couples cute moment.

'Well, and what does that has to do with my dream?' Harry asked, snapping his parents out of their Oh-So-Perfect World.

'That something like the 50 of the elementals are Seers,' answered his father matter-of-factly.

'WHAT!' Harry shouted, looking like he was ready to faint. When he recovered from the shock, a minute later, he was able to whisper, 'A Seer. Oh no, bloody hell'

'Language, Harry!' Lily scolded her son, although she couldn't hide the amused smile at her son's expression and reaction.

It took Harry a good five minutes to snap out of his shock completely and then dread dawned on him, then horror, and desperation at last as he held his head in his hands, elbows on the table, all in fast succession.

'Just what I always wanted! To be a Seer. Great! Now Ron will never let me hear the end of this and Hermione will start talking about how vague seers' predictions are and all about how she thinks that Arithmancy is better and so on,' Harry mumbled and grumbled angrily making his parents and Remus laugh. He growled at this, but to no avail, only making the adults laugh harder. He raised his hands to the air in exasperation and said, 'And I have you laughing at me. Great! Fantastic! And the best of all is that I'll end up stabbed by Prongs sword. What else can you wish for,' he ended with another growl.

'We'll just have to be careful,' his father said carelessly. 'Since we started your training we've had little mount of accidents, and they've been only minor injuries. And, I'm not a fool.

'Really?' Remus asked looking exaggeratedly surprised at his fellow marauder.

'Hey! You're s'pposed to help me!' James

'Am I?' Moony asked innocently, making James growl, telling the whole wide world were did his son learned to growl so angrily, like the griffin of their family crest.

'That's enough. Stop this childishness. We have to start today's training, and we are half an hour late, after all,' Lily scolded urging them to stand. 'Moving, moving. There's work to do and a teen to train. Stand up and let's go.

The three men stood up dutifully and left the room following the mother, woman and warrior in front of them. They went up some flights to the training rooms, to start the first "class" of the day, Non magical fighting. For one hour James, Lily and Remus taught Harry new movements and perfected others of the martial art unarmed stile they were teaching him. Until now, Harry had gone through the training of three kinds of unarmed martial art stiles up to the Black belt level, and was half way through the fourth stile. The next hour and a half was spent learning and reviewing different movements of the five armed martial art stiles he'd been learning, in all of the five he was "three-quarters" way though the training.

After the half hour rest he went with his mother and Remus to the north tower, or Library tower. Long ago since he had passed the seven school years' lever, so now he just learned whatever useful thing he found in the library, and Remus and his mother were in charge of teaching him (though many times it was the three of them teaching themselves an each other). They once used this class for teaching Flames Apparation, but he now was an expert. They did this for an hour and a half, before starting his potion training, which was once every two days, taking turns with the magical duel training. Harry had easily discovered that even though the subject was difficult, he liked it a lot while not having Snape breathing down his neck. And about duelling… He was a teacher!

After that came lunch, and following that was Occlumency. It was easy. Incredibly so. After learning the meditation, and with the funny and light way his father taught, he learned the art quickly, the same with Legilimency. Now he was perfecting his abilities and learning whatever he found in the library about them. They also had an experimenting day every week. In that day they tried anything that came to their minds that they thought could be done with Legilimency and/or Occlumency. It was a dangerous lesson, and it had taken them two weeks to convince Lily to aloud them to have this lesson. But it had been worth all the words, sweat, tears and blood it had cost.

Next was elven training. As they had used this "class" to teach Harry unicorn riding and magical aura reading, he had learned a bit less than in the other lessons. It was a hard branch of magic the elven healing, as it required sole magic, and a lot of concentration and will power. But even if it was difficult, Harry had done great progress in it. It was a very difficult art to heal, and more if it was with magic you weren't used to, but Harry was quickly adapting to the elven magic and learning the art. He was now learning how to heal broken bones. Like every of the healing subjects, it was boring at the beginning, because he had to know at least the basic of what he was healing, studying the whole human body. In other words, he was going though a light medicine career. Then, came the practical part, which was hard to say the least. It required a lot of concentration and energy. It was like using threads to move all the cells to the right place, and transforming others to fit any requirement. And the worst of all was that any mistake could prove fatal. It had taken James more than a few hours of serious conversation (or as serious as James could be) with Harry to make the boy trust himself enough to heal a simple cut, though his nervousness was understandable considering the complexity of the method. Now, though, with self-confidence on his side, and the reassurance that the practise was done on dummies, Harry was rapidly advancing though the training.

The last "class" of the day, after dinner, was Shadowmency. Putting it nutshell, it was the most dificult, complicated and tiring of all his lessons. Throughout the nine moths he'd been there, he had learned how to create weapons from the shadow, how to judge someone by their shadows (like with the auras), how to make someone's shadow obey him, how to use someone's shadow to control the person (something a little more complex and advance than Imperius, but that didn't required hate, or the desire to control someone), how to use something's shadow to do a replica of it, how to use shadows to go from one place to another, and how to meld into the shadows (literally). Quite a long list if you considered the hard training each of the techniques required. Now he was learning the most difficult of the techniques he could think of. He was learning how to use his own shadow to go from one place to another. It was exasperatingly difficult, as he had to separate his shadow from his body, for it to stay in existence long enough for him to use it for transporting himself. Then he had to take hold of his shadow, leaving no shadow present. At last he had to separate his shadow again from himself, making it reappear were he wanted to arrive, and use his shadow as appearing spot. Simply the hardest and most difficult of the techniques he had learned through the nine months there. But his mother was an incredible teacher. Demanding, but knew perfectly what she was doing and how to teach him.

This was his curriculum for six of the seven days of the week, having Sunday "free". But Remus and James made sure that none of his nights or Sundays were completely free from training. They settled tramps all around the castle and the grounds, specially in his room and his favourite halls and rooms. Some of them were innocent pranks, others more dangerous or embarrassing things, but all had the same purpose. To have him alert to any danger 24 hours a day the seven days of the week. Harry didn't like the pranks (specially when they included changing his skin or hair colour) but knew they were useful, because every day it passed, he was tricked by less of the disguised mechanisms of prank activation. His mother had nothing against this method of making Harry alert and constantly vigilant, but she didn't like the pranks that included the method, and the fact that they weren't keyed to Harry, and activated by anyone's touch. But Petals and Flames also liked that in a way, when it came to the times that Moony and Prongs were victims of their own creations, something hilarious to see.

A week passed since Harry's strange dream, and anything had yet to happen. That afternoon James and Harry were doing a bit of swordsmanship in the forest, due to the need of feeling the War Magic running through them. They had been fighting for fifteen minutes and both of them had still to be injured in any way. They had settled in a perfect rhythm for formal fighting, when suddenly an immense amount of magic pressed against Harry's body. The elfling stopped on his tracks as the magical energy pressed painfully against his being, when suddenly he felt a sharp pain on the right side of his chest and blacked out.

James had noticed the sudden burst of magic around his son, and struggled to stop his attack, but his momentum was too strong for him to stop so abruptly, and the man's sword buried deeply in the teen's chest. James stood there in shock, watching his son fall on the grass, as a small pool of blood started reddening the forest ground, still holding the sword. Suddenly the magic around Harry started pulsating and glowing, every second stronger. It continued for minutes until the pulsation was painful for anyone near, and till the light was blinding.

Then it suddenly imploded and disappeared into nothingness. There lay Harry, death pale as a fairly big pool of blood surrounded his chest. But James only knew he was his son because of the wound, the lightning bolt shaped scar and the clothing. Laying down on the forest ground was a young man with mid-chest long wavy jet black hair, elven pointed ears, elegant and young adult face frame, and strong but light built.

My son is a soul elf, James thought shacked. He was born and destined to be an elf even if his blood doesn't say so…

After some long moments in shock, James managed to get out of his stupor and rushed to help his son. He carefully but quickly ripped the boy clothes apart, then proceeded to examine the wound. It was deadly deep, and infection and blood loss wee pending threats. He slowly lifted his son to a sitting position, then transfigured the clothes into bandages and charmed them to stop the bleeding, helping the boy to start breathing again.

After bandaging his son, he picked him up from the floor and then whistled sharply. In seconds his unicorn, Morchant, ran from the forest into the clearing. He carefully sat his son on the stallion's back, then mounted himself, sitting behind the wounded boy. He was in front of the castle in less than two minutes and as quick as he could, descended from his mount, took his son off the unicorn, and then ran into the castle and up to the Hospital Tower. In his way he met Remus, and stopped him from saying anything by ordering the man to find the "kid's" mother. He got to the Hospital Tower in a few more minutes and lay his son down carefully on a bed.

In less than a second James was in his healer mode. He sat Harry up and spelled the boy to stay up. He then took the bandages off and the started examining the wound. It was deep and the sword had nearly crossed through Harry. The lung was awfully damaged, and he had to cut Harry's breathing through that lung for working in a better way. Then there was the problem that the swords they'd been using where magical, so the wounds they did couldn't be healed completely by magic. James' hope were just in his healing abilities and the fact that they had luckily charged the sword with little amount of magic.

Through all the pain, fear, worry and lack of self-confidence, he was able to reach his healing powers. He gathered the magic on his hands and then reached the injured boy with tendrils of magic that went out of his finger tips. He started the slow but perfect process of healing with elven magic, carefully regenerating, repairing and fixing the different tissues of the body that he had wounded.

He continued the healing process for hours, unaware of the outside world. He didn't notice Remus and his wife arrive. He never heard the woman scream as she saw her wounded son. Neither he saw his friend comforting Petals as she cried terribly afraid of loosing her only son.

The healing process took five hours, as he fought against the War Elven Magic that was on the wound, and healed as much as he could of Harry's injured chest. But he wasn't able to heal it completely, so a superficial, but profusely bleeding wound was left to heal the natural way.

'I can do nothing more,' James mumbled tiredly lowering his head in defeat. His son nearly died, and it was his fault. And the teen still needed a blood transfusion, if not he'll die. But it was difficult that the teen would accept any of their blood, considering that he was now an elf, with no human parts, but the Shadowmancer genes were still there.

They hadn't eat since the accident, missing dinner. It was now somewhere near nine in the evening, and all of them were tire and stressed. But they couldn't eat or think about sleeping, was it because of being a mother, the guilt, or the fear of loosing his surrogate nephew, and fore some, their reason to live. They stayed there all night, and reluctantly ate what the house elves brought them next morning, all saying that they had to eat to receive Harry merrily when he woke.

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