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When Harry arrived at the source of the noise, what he saw made him sick. Lying there, on the ground, were two Elves, a male and a female. He transformed quickly in to himself and ran quickly over to the male elf.
To Harry's horror, the male elf was dead. Hastily he went over to the female elf's side. He picked up her hand and felt a slight pulse, which was quickly growing fainter. "Miss," Harry said carefully.
She opened her eyes.
Crystal blue eyes looked in to emerald green ones.
With her last bit of strength, she grabbed Harry's hand and said softly, "Take care of my children." With that her hand went limp and she joined her husband.
Harry felt like crying. Who had killed these people, and why? Elves where known for their pacifistic attitudes.
As Harry took a deep breath to calm him self down he heard a whimper.
Quickly he stood up and drew his wand. He searched for the source of the noise. "Children," Harry thought, "she had children. She must of hid them."
Holstering his wand, he turned back in to his wolf form and listened to the whimper again... and followed it. It led him to a tree, just a few feet from the bodies. He was back to himself in seconds and reached in to a hollow hole in the tree. He grasped something and gently pulled it out.
It was a baby boy, with blond hair and blue eyes.
All of a sudden, something amazing happened. It would make Harry one of the happiest men, though he would not realize this for several hours.
For, as he held the baby boy in his arms, a silver light washed over them. The light was so blinding that Harry had to shut his eyes to protect them. Heat radiated throughout his whole body, not harmful but almost pleasant. Only when he no longer felt the heat, did he open his eyes to something amazing.
For the child in his arms no longer had blue eyes or blonde hair. Instead, he now had messy black hair and green eyes.
"What the bloody hell just happened?" Harry whispered aloud. He stared at the baby boy, who snuggled into his chest, making his heart break.
But now Harry was confused. "Why was there only one child? Didn't the mother say children?" Harry sighed, things never made sense around here.
Looking up at the sky, he noticed a lot of time had passed and he had not even realized it. He needed to start back, he thought, before Ona sent out a search party. He sighed and looked at the two bodies; he would have to take them back with him.
He waved his hand and two white sheets appeared, covering the bodies. He
moved his hand again, and both bodies levitated behind Harry, following him as he walked though the forest. ?"This," thought Harry, "is going to take awhile."
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"Hermione, will you please come down for dinner?" yelled Ron up the stairs.
"Ron, I'll be down. . . just let me finish this," she replied.
Ron sighed, she had been like that for almost a week now. Always locked up in her room with Ginny. Ron had no clue what she was doing, though he was fairly certain it had to do with books. She hardly ate or spent any time with Chris or him. He was starting to worry. Though his sister promised him she was fine, just researching something, Ron could not shake off the uneasy feeling that the girls were up to no good.
What was Hermione keeping from him?
He sighed, sitting down. He looked across the table and saw the calendar that Hermione had put their when she came to stay. In two days, it would be Harry's sixteenth birthday. And they still had no idea where he had gone.
Ron sighed loudly, got up, and walked outside. He sat under a big old tree loosing himself in thoughts of Harry and Hermione.
By the time his mother called for him, it had started to get dark. He got up and looked up at the stars and said out loud, "Harry, I know you're still alive. I hope, where ever you are, that you are safe and come home soon. It's killing everyone, not knowing where you are."
Ron said this every night, hoping beyond hope that somewhere Harry was looking at the same stars, and would be home soon.
Hours later, Harry was finally dragging himself up to the castle.
"Harry!" someone shouted. It was Ona, who came running up to him, not noticing the baby in his arms as she hugged him. "We where so worried," she started, squishing Harry and the baby, who promptly started crying.
Harry panicked and started to rock the child, like he seen people back in his world do with their children. Quickly the child stopped crying and fell asleep in Harry's arms. Harry gave a small smile.
He liked this little boy. The minute he had picked him up he had liked this child and was happy to see him look so peaceful in his arms.
"Harry, what the bloody blazes happened? Hali came back with Hedwig, crying, saying there was screaming in the forest, and you sent her back and went to investigate. You been gone for so long. . . and why do you have a baby in your arms, and what is under those sheets?" finished Ona, who looked very worried.
Harry looked at her and started to recount to Ona what had happened, finishing with, "The boy's parents where both killed, Ona, by what or why I do not know." Ona became very pale and became increasingly so when she looked under the sheet. She seemed to know who the parents were.
"Harry," she said carefully, "you did not see any other child, did you?"
"No," he said. "The mother did say, children but I could only find one."
Ona gave a sigh. "Harry, did anything happen when you touched the boy?"
"Actually yes," said Harry. "When I touched him, this silver light surrounded us and now he looks like me. I mean, before he had blond hair and blue eyes. . . Ona, what is
going on? Who are they? Is there another child? If so, we need to send out a search party."
"Come with me. Bring the child, but leave the bodies. I will send some one to take care of them," said Ona in a sad whisper.
He nodded, lowered the bodies, and followed her.
She lead them in to the private dinning halls, where they found Ona's father- King Tristan and Hayden.
"Harry," they said, looking up. Relief washed over their faces.
"Thank all that is good you are all right, my boy," said the King.
But, before he could say anything else, Ona said, "Father, we have a problem."
"What is it, dear," asked the King worriedly, for he noticed, as did Hayden, that Harry was holding a sleeping baby.
"The Coppers," she said, "have been killed."
"What!" cried Hayden, trying to keep his voice down so that he would not wake the baby.
"It's true. I saw their bodies. I think their daughter was taken by whoever killed them."
"What about the son?" asked the King, worry etched all over his face.
"Um, well, I have him," said Harry.
Both the King and the Prince looked at Harry like he had two heads.
"That can't be him. He looks to much like you. Actually, Harry, that's another question. Why does he look so much like you?" asked the King suspiciously.
"I believe," said Ona, "from what Harry has told me, that the child has bonded with him."
"What?" the two elves burst out.
"What's bonding?" asked Harry, who was really confused and wanting answers.
Ona looked at him with watery eyes. "When," she started, "a child of our world looses their parents' which, I must tell you, is very rare, the child bonds with another. The child has chosen you," she said with a small happy, yet sad smile.
"Chosen me for what?" asked Harry, still confused.
"To be his father of course," said Ona.
"WHAT!" yelled Harry. "No, you have got to be kidding me."
"I assure you, Harry, I am not," responded Ona.
He shook his head. This could not be happening. Calmly, trying not to think of what
she has just said, he asked, "Why were his parents killed and his sister taken?"
"Well you see, Harry, in our world, it is very rare for twins to be born and even more rare for a male and a female set of twins to be born."
"Why?" asked Harry.
"Twins are very powerful," she said. "In some way, twins are able to share their magic with each other. I guess the easiest way to say it, is they have a bond that can never be broken. Because of this bond, they are stronger then regular elves and a force that most people in our world would be afraid to reckon with. And that is just with twins of the same gender. Twins who are male and female . . . well, they are quite powerful. They have irregular powers, as well as with their bond. Like other twins, they can share their magic, but the difference is that, instead of leaving one weak while the other uses the magic, they both become stronger. I believe that who ever killed the Coppers wanted their children because of the powers they posses. But you must of scared who ever it was off before he or she could grab the son. Which is a very good thing, for twins always seem to be good. Only one ever went bad while the other was good, causing what your would know as World War II."
Harry gulped.
"So," he said, "What now?"
"Well," said Hayden,
joining in to the mix, "it's really your choice. You leave tomorrow night. You can either take the child with you, or leave him here. You are, as you said, sixteen, and have a lot on your plate. No one will look down upon you if you decide to leave him here."
Harry looked at the King, who had remained silent the whole time. "What are you not telling me?"
The King sighed. "It's about the bonding. You see, an elf has never bonded with a human before. This child must really trust you to do this. Not only that, but you should at least know that the bonding is not that he just looks like you, but it is as if you helped in his creation. He has you blood, he will have your traits and when he reaches of age he will have your powers. Not only that, but I believe that, since both the boy and his sister share such a strong bond, that the sister is already bonded to you as well."
Harry sighed and looked down at the little bundle in his arm. "This little boy," thought Harry, "is just like me. He had no parents but, wait, I am his parent. If what the King said is true, he has my blood. If I left him, it be like leaving my own child behind." Harry sighed
He looked at Ona. "Does he have a name?"
Ona's smile widened as she saw by this simple question that Harry would be this child's father. "Well," she said, " he actually does not have a name yet."
Harry nodded, knowing why. The child must not be more then three months. In the Elven world, a parent did not give their child a name until the baby was at least three months old.
Just to give a name would have no meaning, they reasoned. You have to know the child before you can give it an accurate name.
So Harry looked down at the child and smiled, knowing all ready what this little boy's name should be. "I will name him Jason Sirius Potter," he said. They all nodded approvingly.
"What about the sister? We need to organize a search party and find her. If he is my son, she is my daughter."
"Do not worry, Harry," said King Tristan. "I will personally oversee the search for her."
"I will have to stay," replied Harry. "We must find her. I will not let the creep who killed her parents keep her."
"Harry you know you need to go back tomorrow . . . there is a lot that you have to do before school starts," said Hayden.
"But?" started Harry.
"You will return and we will find your daughter," said Ona calmly.
Harry sighed in defeat. He trusted Ona and her family. "All right," he sighed. "I better get off to bed. Busy day tomorrow." He shifted Jason's weight. "Um Ona, do you think you could um...?"
She smiled. "Give you a crash course on child-raising?" He nodded. "Of course."
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After they had left, Hayden turned to his father- in- law and said, "Why did you not tell Harry about who else the child is bonded to? He has a right to know."
"You are, of course, right," replied the King. "But do you really want to add something else for Harry to worry about? You can't push love. If I told him, he would always be strange around her? never sure what to do. He might even push her away to protect her. No, he will find out on his own."
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Harry, with Ona and his new son Jason, left the room. Ona showed Harry how to put Jason to bed, after Harry transfigured a crib for the child. "Tomorrow I will show you how to feed him and change his diaper and all before you leave," Ona assured him.
He nodded and said, "Ona, do you think I can do this?"
"Yes," she said truthfully. "You are a very loving boy. And you watch Hali all the time. I have no doubt in my mind that you will be a good father."
"But. . . what if I'm like my Uncle? They say children who grow up in abusive households are abusive themselves."
"That, Harry, is ridicules. Get that thought out of your head. You will love this child, you will be the father. Now, go and rest. I will have your things packed in the morning, as well as some things for Jason."
He smiled and hugged her. He was really going to miss her. She was the only person he was ever able to open up to. He had told her everything that ever happened to him, at the Dursley's and at Hogwarts. " I really going to miss you Ona," he voiced. "You are like a sister to me."
She gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'll miss you, too. But, no worries. You will be visiting and you never know, maybe even one day I'll visit you." He laughed she never wouldn't caught dead in his world.
"Good night, Harry," she said, closing the door.
"Night, Ona," he replied.
Harry crawled in to bed wondering at what he had just done. He was a father now, he thought. Dear Merlin he was a father! He was responsible for another human life.
"Hermione and Ron are going to freak" He sighed, rolling over, and fell into a peaceful sleep as he thought about how his life had changed once again. He now had, not
only a son, but a daughter as well.
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