Harry Potter and the Valeru

by Lady Urquentha

On his birthday, Harry is whisked away to another plane of reality. Follow his life as a sixteen-year-old, as he finds love, makes friends and battles against the Dark side. Discontinued

6. Chapter 6 End of the Stay

Chapter 6 – End of the Stay

Harry Potter and the Valeru

By Lady Urquentha

PG – 13

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K Rowling, the exception being any OC characters that might wander in. The plot is my own, and even that may have been influenced by stories I have read in the past. Any resemblance to real events or places is entirely accidental.

Telepathic Speech

Chapter 6

Harry looked at himself in the mirror, a wry smile on his lips. He'd changed a lot in the past eight years he'd spent in the Time Wing. His black hair was now shoulder length, and pulled back into a pony tail, out of his face. His scar was now revealed to all, not hidden by his hair. It was very light now, almost invisible against his skin, due to the fact that he'd had only one nightmare per year here, and each time he was woken up quickly. It had bled once, the first year he arrived. His emerald green eyes were sparkling and full of life, often mischievous. Between Carmen and himself, they'd caused an awful lot of havoc. But his eyes did contain a deep sadness that would never fully go away, but was only visible to those who knew him well. His features were different to before, more angular. It was noticeable, but not completely different. His skin was lightly tanned due to the time he spent in the training fields, where the sun acted the same as a normal sun. On the palm of his right hand was a moving white and gold phoenix in mid-flight, normally hidden by an invisibility spell. On his right shoulder was a white Siberian tiger, and on his left shoulder was a bottle-nose dolphin. In the middle of his back there was a moving flame. He remained slim, he'd never become fat, but he had filled out so he didn't look anorexic. He'd also grown quite substantially. He was now 5 ft 10, the normal height for a young man of age 24. There was no way he'd ever be tall, it just wasn't him, but he wasn't going to be the smallest either. His body was well muscled from all the exercise he got, but it was not like a body builder. The muscles were there, but not obvious. He had kept his lithe and light frame that he'd need for Quidditch, if he was still on the team. He wore fitting clothes made of good material that enhanced his body. When he moved, it was with an air of confidence and power that overflowed into everything he did or said. It was very obvious that he was a fighter who knew what he was doing.

He'd spent exactly eight years in the Time Wing, and grown very close to the other occupants of the Wing. He was on first name basis with all of them, including Donald Donmensic, who'd been very apologetic about the whole incident. Donald had only really changed his mind about Harry, when he found out about Harry's life at Privet Drive and his real experiences. That had happened in Harry's fourth year, during one of the visions about Voldemort. He had collapsed in fencing class, and Donald had heard everything he said about Voldemort. Later, going to visit him, Donald had heard a normal nightmare, one of his home life and friends. Ever since then they'd become quite good friends, although his best friends here were by far Carmen, Ingrid and Gregorio. Carmen...Harry smiled softly as his mind traveled back to the fourth year he was here...

FLASH BACK

Harry sighed and rolled his head on his neck as he stretched out. He'd been seated in the library and reading without a break for four hours. He was reading up on the history of Leglimancy, which he was about to start. Carmen was opposite him, but she was studying a book of healing spells. Her lips were constantly moving as she recited the spells under her breath.

Harry watched her for a moment, a small smile on his lips. At some point over the last four years, he'd fallen in love with dark-haired beauty. At least, he thought it was love. His stomach turned over when she smiled at him, and he did everything he could to make her laugh. Her sparkling eyes brightened his mornings whenever he saw them, and she could cheer him up with just being there in the same room as him.

Harry was about to return to studying, when she looked up. Their eyes met across the table, and Harry felt like he couldn't move. He was frozen in place as her blue eyes bore into his green ones. Slowly, Harry's body leaned forward of its own violation. Her body moved towards his, and their lips met. A tingling sensation flowed from his lips to his fingertips and down to his toes, and something inside him clicked. Warmth filled his entire body as they kissed, Harry's hands slid up her back and her arms wound around his neck.

When they released each other, they were staring into each other's eyes. Only now could Harry see the love, desire and care that resided in Carmen's sapphire eyes, and knew his own mirrored those feelings.

"Harry...?" she whispered, "did you mean that?" He knew instantly what she was referring to, the emotions in his eyes. Harry smiled weakly at her,

"yeah." A smile appeared on her lips,

"good." She leaned forward, and kissed him again.

END OF FLASHBACK

That had started their relationship, which had been going steadily since then. Ingrid and Gregorio had been quite pleased with the development as well, with only Gregorio giving him the speech about taking care of his niece. Ingrid had also explained what the tingling and clicking feeling had been; the awakening of a soul-bond. A soul-bond was the bond between two soul mates. It meant they were telepathically connected, and could never fully block the other from their mind. They were meant for each other, and would always sense the other's emotions and feelings.

Harry thought back over what he'd learned in the past seven years of intense training. He could wield both short swords and the long sword with speed and grace and he could fire both the long and cross bow with accuracy and speed. He'd even learned to throw knives and daggers with reasonable accuracy and speed. His hand-to-hand combat was good, as was his unarmed fighting and staff fighting techniques. He could duel well enough to defeat the best, with Devin claiming he could defeat Dumbledore if he tried, and he achieved levels in all of his studies past NEWT level. His wandless magic was at the point where a single thought would work for most spells, and his elemental magic was perfectly under control. He had his empathy down pat, and was able to sense emotions from people around him with ease. His mind was perfectly Occluded, and he could break into a person's mind without them knowing, even someone with basic Occulmancy skills. He had his four Animangi forms completed, and could transform at will. He could apparate through most anti-apparation wards, and his aim was good enough that he could appear within a few inches of his target. Thanks to his bond with Carmen, he could tap into her powers if he tried, and through her, he could tap into Gregorio and Ingrid. He'd discovered that he could speak any language spoken by animals, humans or humanoid beings. He'd also learned to use each of the different muggle and wizarding gadgets that were commonly used by the BSS. Outside of classes, Harry had spent a lot of his time studying by himself, training in magic both ancient and strange.

Harry headed towards the door; it was time for him to leave. Today he wore a white, high-necked shirt, and a pair of golden trousers and matching belt, beneath an open white robe. The robe had golden embroidery along the collar, hem and cuffs of the wide sleeves. Under his clothing, he wore the dragon-hide shirt and leggings he'd been given on his first day. On his feet were the boots he'd been given as part of his outfit, which he'd discovered were lined in dragon-hide. The sleeves of his robes were heavily enchanted to contain, lighten, shrink and hide anything he put into them. A flick of his wrist could call anything from them. Hidden in them were his long sword, two short swords, his quiver, his bow, his war hammer, his staff and his glaive. Strapped to the wand-sheath on his arm was his wand, and strapped to the other arm was a dagger. Another dagger was hidden in each boot, and two more were at his waist. His magical four-foot long staff was transfigured into a ring and worn on his left hand. Beneath all of this, he wore his Valeru jewelry. Over it all was a grey traveling cloak that could be wrapped over him completely, including a hood, and disguised his appearance and clothing. His trunk and Hedwig's cage were shrunk and placed in his pocket for easy carriage. Also going with him was his white lap-top, shrunk and charmed, and all his Valeru clothes, BSS gadgets etc.

Harry left the room, and found Carmen, Ingrid and Gregorio waiting for him in the room outside. Carmen was dressed like him, in the traveling cloak.

"Good morning, Harry," Gregorio greeted him.

"'Morning," Harry responded. As usual Ingrid plunged straight into business,

"You two have a choice now. Harry, you've been gone for exactly eight days from the mortal plane, you can choose to either go back now and face the music, or you can wait," she said.

"If you wait," Gregorio continued, "you will be sent to the Elvish realm, which, like here, is not in the mortal plane. But at the same time, it isn't on one of the other planes. Elvish magic once lifted the entire Elvish kingdom off the mortal plane, and suspended it between the planes. Thus, time is again different. It can be changed and altered, according to the desires of the king. If you go, the king has agreed to speed time up, so that one day in the mortal world is two months there. He has also offered to allow some elves to teach you their ways and customs, including their fighting arts." Harry thought for a moment, thinking about the offer. The elves were another race of magical creatures, humanoid ones. They were reputed to be brilliant in the art of combat, and Harry would definitely love to be able to learn from them. He might even get some actual battle experience.

Well? Carmen asked him, silently.

What do you think? Harry shot back, as she laughed silently.

"I'm going to the elves," he said eagerly. Ingrid turned to Carmen,

"And you?" Carmen smiled,

"I'm following Harry," she said. Ingrid nodded,

"An elf will come to pick you up in about ten minutes," she informed them, "but in the meantime, we have a couple of gifts for you, Harry." She flicked her wrist, and three packages appeared, one big, one small and one long but thin.

Harry picked up the bigger one first, and carefully unwrapped it. He soon found himself holding a thick leather book, with golden letters proclaiming it's title. He grinned when he read the flowing scripted words, 'The Master Book Of Spells'. When the reader touched the cover and spoke a spell effect out loud, the book would fill itself with every spell with that effect. There were only four books like that in the world; one for Spells, one for Potions, one for plants and herbs, and one for creatures and animals. He knew for a fact that all four were rumored to have disappeared several hundred years earlier, and knew why.

"The BSS took these away from the mortal plane," he murmured.

"Yes, they were too powerful to risk falling into the hands of the dark side," Gregorio explained, "Ingrid has the one on animals, I have the one on plants, and Carmen got the one on Potions this morning."

"Thank you," he said quietly. He picked up the smaller present, about the size of his hand. He opened it, to find a small metal, rectangular case. His eyes widened, and then he smirked. A flick of his wrist sent it spinning through the air to hit the ground. He watched as it grew in size, becoming five wooden doors. Inscribed in letters were five titles, 'Potion Laboratory', 'Herbology Room', 'Training Grounds', 'Apartment', and 'Prison'.

"Thanks," Harry said, as he called it back to his hand, pocketing it. He put the book in his sleeves as well.

"We thought you'd need it both at the Dursleys and at Hogwarts," Ingrid explained, "it'd be hard to keep up your education otherwise."

"I could have used the Phoenix Chamber," he pointed out, "or the Room of Requirement. Not that I don't appreciate it, though."

"But at the Dursleys?" Gregorio inquired, "not to mention that we don't know if other people know about the Phoenix Chamber, or any of the other Founder rooms, besides the Chamber." Harry considered that point,

"Okay."

He took the final present, a white case about fourteen inches long. Lifting the lid, he found a wand inside. It was a piece of slender and elegant deep mahogany, about 12 ½ inches long. Engraved into it was a tiny image of a phoenix in mid-flight, decorated with white and gold jewels. At either end of the wand tiny gems encircled the wand. It was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. As he lifted it from his box, he knew what it was that Ingrid had wanted one of his tail feathers for. A new wand crafted for him, more powerful then normal because of it's attachment directly to him. A wand that could fight against Voldemort, if he wanted to keep his wandless magic secret.

"Thanks," he breathed, sliding his holly wand from it's sheath. He replaced it with his new wand, but slid the old wand into Ginny's wand-sheath at his waist.

Movement at the edge of his vision caught his eye. He whirled around, a dagger flying to his hand in a single movement. When he spotted the cause, he smiled and returned the dagger to it's sheath.

The man standing there was quite tall, about 6ft 4. He had long blonde hair, about waist length, that was pulled back away from his face. His skin was extremely fair and without blemish, accenting his light amethyst eyes. His features gave his face a seemingly ageless look, and his ears were pointed. He wore a long green open robe, heavily embroidered with light green thread on the collar, hem, and cuffs. The sleeves were wrist length, and very wide. It is closed by six buttons from the high collar to the waist. Beneath it was a bright yellow full length robe, this time with green embroidery on the hem, and lightly over the rest of the robe. It had tight sleeves, just visible through the over-robe. Soft green leather shoes were on his feet, and a pair of short swords were crossed over his back.

"Lords and Ladies Valeru?" he inquired in good English. His voice was very musical and soft. At Ingrid's nod, he bowed fluidly,

"I am Lord Golradir of Fentesire. I am here to escort Lord Gryffindor and Lady Hufflepuff to the Realm of the Elves, if they desire?"

"We would like to visit the Realm," Harry informed him.

"Of course, Lord," Lord Galradir bowed again, "are you prepared?" Harry nodded.

"Shall we leave then, my lord, my lady?" At their nods of consent, Galradir reached out and gently laid a hand on each of their arms, before they vanished.

Harry blinked as they reappeared in a forest of towering trees, at the edge of a valley. Soaring up on three sides, with a space of about 30 sq km between them, were immense mountains. But these mountains were green and fertile, with only the very tops being snow covered. As they gazed down the valley, Harry saw only sparkling white buildings, crystal clear lakes and rivers, and the greens of plants and trees. The soft murmur of rivers reached his ears, accompanied by the soft hum of voices in another language and the sound of the wind in the trees. Guarding the entrance to this paradise was a wide river, whose waters were calm and peaceful as they flowed from the mountains, past the entrance to the valley and off into the forest. It seemed very deep as he couldn't see the bottom of the river, and there were four silver boats by the side. Each boat was shaped like a canoe (A/N: Think the Fellowship's boats in LOTR). There was two more boats, similar but different. The silver wood had higher sides, upturned and carved ends and a wooden cage-like apparation on it (A/N: Think Galadriel's boat in LOTR). All in all, the home of the elves was an impressive sight.

Harry was brought rapidly back to his surroundings when a drawn sword appeared, centimeters from his nose. He found himself looking down the metal, into the amethyst eyes of an elf. This elf was clad in dark green trouseurs and a lighter green shirt. Over that went a plate mail hauberk. He was clearly some sort of guard.

"What business have you here?" the elf demanded harshly in Elvish. Harry could understand it only because of his gift with tongues. His companion, who held a blade to Carmen, had turned to Golradir,

"Why have you brought two humans into our forest?"

"They are the Valeru," Golradir informed the two guards, "their presence is sanctioned by the king." The two elves stepped back, sheathing their blades,

"Our apologies, noble lord," they said in unison, in heavily accented English.

"No harm done," Harry brushed it off.

"Come, my lord, my lady," Golradir led them to the boats, and stepped into one of the normal boats, "please step into one of the two Royal Boats." Harry aided Carmen across politely, and then stepped into the boat himself. As they sat down in the cage-like apparation, another elf stepped in after them. He wore an outfit similar to the guard, except without the armor.

The elf picked up a leaf-shaped oar, and pushed off the bank. They were paddled to the other side, and then Harry escorted Carmen out. Golradir was waiting for them there, and led them amongst the buildings.

Harry saw white buildings everywhere, all made of white marble and white stone, of different sizes. But every building had beauty, elegance and grace in every corner and contour. He heard and saw fountains and waterfalls flowing everywhere. He saw many elves looking at them curiously, as they passed, and murmurs rushed around. They were brought to the entrance of a large, single-storey building, and after a quick conversation with the guard, Golradir returned, accompanied by the guard.

"You are not permitted further without surrendering your weapons, mortals," the guard sneered. Harry saw the other elf wince.

"We will hand over our weapons, but be warned, if any touch them, we will not be held responsible for their injuries, elf," Harry said clearly, unclipping his sword sheath. The guard looked enraged at the insult, but Golradir's restraining hand prevented him from doing anything. Harry saw the burning eyes of the elf, and knew he'd just made himself an enemy.

He saw the eyes of the watching elves grow larger and larger as he brought out his weapons, and laid them down. No doubt they had never seen a human with so many weapons before, especially since they didn't know their true identities. After a moment, Harry hesitated, and dropped his wand and magical staff with the rest of the weapons. They did count as 'weapons', even if he himself was a weapon. Somehow he didn't think they'd take very kindly to him standing outside and saying he couldn't enter because he was a weapon.

Carmen stepped up beside him, shooting him a sly smile. Harry linked his arm with her's, and nodded to Golradir. Golradir gestured to the doorkeeper, who pushed one half of the door open. Golradir scowled at him,

"Do you want to answer to the Lord and Lady for that insult?" he said quietly in Elvish. The doorkeeper frowned,

"what insult?"

"The doors," Golradir said patiently, "these guests are nobility." Still frowning, the doorkeeper pushed open the other door. Golradir stepped through the doors,

"His Lordship, Lord Gryffindor of the Valeru, and Her Ladyship, Lady Hufflepuff of the Valeru," he announced. As he did so, Harry and Carmen let their cloaks fall, revealing the robes beneath it. Harry heard the gasps of the elves behind them, before they entered the building.

The room they entered was beautiful. Delicate white pillars rose to the ceiling in elegant curves, supporting a white stone ceiling and on a matching floor. Armed elves stood guard in the hall, normally impassive faces stunned at this new revelation. At the far end of the hall were four glistening thrones, made of white marble bejeweled with either emeralds, sapphires, rubies or diamonds. Seated upon these thrones were four elves. The larger thrones had a male and a female elf. The king was clad in a black and silver diamond brocade inner-robe with a high collar. Over it went a silver outer robe, with billowing sleeves and a turtle-neck collar. Around his brow was a silver circlet adorned with a diamond. The queen's gown was a midnight blue, flowing dress that pooled around her ankles. The upper sleeves were tight, blood red and embroidered lightly with gold and black thread. The lower sleeve was also blood red, but wide and draping. The circular-neck collar was also blood red, embroidered lightly with gold and black. Her silver crown was endowed with a ruby. The prince wore simply a long pale blue tunic and darker blue trousers, beneath an open blue robe. He wore a thinner silver circlet with a sapphire as well. The princess wore a gown the same as her mother, except in bright green for the bodice, white lace for the upper sleeves and again bright green for the lower sleeves. The thin silver circlet had an emerald on it.

Harry and Carmen walked up towards the royal family, and stopped before the thrones. Carmen swept a curtsey, as well as she could wearing a robe, and Harry bowed.

"You are the Valeru Lord and Lady to whom we offered the opportunity to train here?" the queen asked, her voice soft and soothing.

"We are, your majesty," Carmen answered.

"What do you hope to train in here?" the king inquired.

"We hoped to have a chance to train with your elven warriors," Harry replied, "and to learn your language, customs and ways." The queen smiled,

"Of course, all that we will be honored to teach you," she said, "we will talk later no doubt, a set of rooms have been assigned to you as I am told that you are soul-bound?" As she spoke, a female elf appeared by her side. At Harry's nod, the queen turned to the elf,

"Please escort Lord Gryffindor and Lady Hufflepuff to the rooms that were prepared for them," she requested. The elf curtsied deeply, and turned to Harry and Carmen,

"My Lord, my Lady, please follow me." After another bow to the royal family, the two of them headed out of the building, following the girl.

As they passed through the doors, every elf who'd heard the announcement bowed or curtsied. A flick of Harry's wrist sent the weapons back into their hiding places, and covered his robes with the traveling cloak again. Carmen did the same with her own outfit, and they hurried after the elf.

They were brought to an enormous white building several stories high, complete with a balconies and flying a flag. It was obviously the royal palace. The elf opened the main doors, and let them walk in.

"Lord, Lady, this is the royal palace," she said, "your rooms are on the second floor." She led them up a nearby staircase, and to a suite of rooms. She opened the door, and they stepped through.

It was a medium-sized room with a large king-sized canopy bed in it. It was hung with tapestries of elves, banners of trees and flowers and other such things. A small wooden table for two was set with beautiful golden flowers. A large couch arrayed with cushions was embroidered with flowers, trees and natural images. There were two wooden dressers with mirrors, and three more doors leading away from the room. It was a very beautiful room, very elvish in appearance and feel.

"This is one of the human visitor suites. Does this suit my lord and my lady's requirements?" the elf asked nervously.

"It's perfect," Carmen breathed, looking around.

"My Lord, my Lady, there will be a ball tonight," the elf informed them, "starting at 7 pm. Personal servants will be sent around to help you prepare."

"Thank you," Carmen said warmly. The elf curtsied,

"is there anything I can do for now?" she inquired.

"No, thank you," Harry answered. The elf curtsied again, and left.

Carmen immediately went to look in the other rooms, while Harry simply absorbed what was around him.

"Harry, look!" she exclaimed, upon opening one door. Harry went over and looked in. Rows and rows of dresses were hung up, above shelves of tunics, shirts, skirts and trousers. All were of elvish design. Harry smiled,

"I wouldn't suggest wearing one of them tonight. We have to show those who come that we are the Valeru, and aren't ashamed of it. You can combine ideas, but make sure you have something stating your status," he warned her.

"Yes, Harry," she rolled her eyes, before starting to look through the dresses. Shaking his head, Harry went to the next door, and found his own wardrobe. This one was full of outer robes, inner-robes, shirts, tunics and trousers. He looked through the robes. Seeing as he was in the Elvish realm, he probably should wear something a bit elvish, which meant combining two outfits. He selected a loose inner-robe with a circular-neck and tight sleeves, and an outer-robe with long, draping sleeves. He took them out of the wardrobe and laid them out on the bed, and then flicked his wrist, summoning his formal robes.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked thoughtfully at the two sets. A murmured spell altered the color of the inner elvish robe to sparkling gold, and added white flame embroidery on the hem, cuffs and collar. Heavy gold embroidery decorated the upper-chest, and a broad white sash was wrapped around the waist, itself adorned with gold flames and phoenixes. The outer-robe was also turned gold, with white flames embroidered on the circular collar, cuffs, hem and edges. Embroidered on the back was the immense white and gold phoenix that was Harry's sign.

After removing his dragon-hide boots, Harry concentrated on them, switching the colors around. He summoned his soft, kid gloves, and turned them pure white, with the phoenix embroidered on the back, instead of their customary gold. Another flick of his wrist summoned his Valeru shirt and trousers. The shirt was changed from a high collar to a circular collar, and the sleeves made tighter around his arms, to allow room for the robes. Satisfied at last, Harry banished the clothes back to the wardrobe and set out to explore the rest of the room.

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