Chapter 2

When Prince Narien turned the mortal age of 11, a silver-haired stranger appeared in our kingdom, asking to speak with King Karonus and Queen Nessa. At this time, the townsfolk did not know of the princes' secret; that he was half elf, half wizard. Our beloved queen was a witch, and even though were knew that, we were hoping her...qualities would not continue down their bloodline. Unfortunately we were wrong.

The stranger's name was Albus Dumbledore. He had come from the mortal world, but was not like them, for he was a wizard as well. As headmaster to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he was here to collect the prince for his placement at the school . This school would help him control his powers, as other witches and wizard his age attended too. Although Wood Elves had magic, there's was only for battle, and it was far more powerful.

The Queen had known about the princes' special abilities since he was young. But, with nobody else knowing about it, there was nothing she could do, except tell her husband. The king was worried about what they would do. If the prince did not learn to control his powers, everybody would be in danger, including himself. The control them, the prince would need to go to the mortal realm, to Hogwarts. But the trouble was that there was nobody there who knew about the prince, and there was no-one to look out for him there. The Queen had suggested her best friend, but the king wanted Dumbledore, as " Only the best would do" he said. So they decided that when the prince was of age, Dumbledore would come to take him away. Luckily, the prince had been learning English from his mother, or otherwise it would have been rather difficult.

The night before the prince would leave, a ball was held in his honour. Everyone was invited, including the common wood elves. That meant that everybody was there when a hooded stranger appeared on a Korijay, a Hippogriff-like creature. The stranger was a messenger for the Dark Elven Lord Laurlinad, who currently reigned over the Dark Elves in the far away country of Zhurag-Nar.

The cruel Dark Elves were followers of a power-hungry death cult which split off from the Elves. Dark Elves loved violence, the sound of breaking bones and the smell of fresh blood. Their society was organized as a strict matriarchy and strived to expand their dark empire. Knowledge of Magic was the preserve of the ghastly priestesses of the cult, whilst the males were forbidden to use magic. Instead they learnt the ritual techniques of unarmed combat and the use of poisoned bladed weapons. But now, under the ruler-ship of the Dark Lord Laurlinad, their power had become far more greater, and greater to become still. This was what the Elves were afraid of.

The message the messenger said before he was killed was simple, "The Prince will die by Elven hands." The King immediately thought the Prince would die by Dark Elven hands, not someone of his kingdom. That was where he was quite wrong.

After Sixth Year

The rain tapping against the window made one of Harry Potter's favorite sounds. He was back in his old room at the Dursley's, but only for a short time, as it had been one of Dumbledore's last wishes for Harry. As Harry sat down a he window, rain pelted down harder, with low rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning. Harry thought that now would be a good time to pack up all of his little belongings left and leave. He didn't know where he would permanently live, but for now the Leaky Cauldron would do for accommodation until the end of his final year at Hogwarts.

Many memories came flooding into his head as he picked up each thing, remembering good times. From practicing magic without Uncle Vernon knowing to hiding food when Aunt Petunia made Dudley go on a freak diet of grapefruit. Ahhh… good times.

With his things in place, he grabbed Hedwig's empty cage and his suitcases and rolled them out the door, but not before leaving his only living relatives a letter of thanks. They at least deserved that.

Before Sixth Year

"Molly? I need you to do me favor." Asked Dumbledore as he sat down opposite Molly Wesley at heir dinner table in the Burrow.

"What ever could it be? " Molly answered curious and scared for the answer.

"Do you remember Nessa Carmichael?" he asked.

"What? Nessa? The one who killed her boyfriend and then herself? My best friend?" Molly seeked, question after question.

"Yes," Dumbledore started," That one. Well...how can I put this without being blunt… she didn't really kill herself. She is well and truly alive, and currently rules in the Karien Dimension"

"WHAT? She's alive? How could this be? Why wasn't I told sooner?" Molly asked.

"Molly, so many questions, so little time! As I said before she is alive, but we had to put a spell over her, because nobody knows about the Karien Dimension, so nobody could find her." Dumbledore answered.

Molly pondered all of these thoughts at once. How could this happen, she thought. Why was this happening now? Everything had to happen now, didn't it. Bill and Fleur being together, Ron's just starting his Seventh year at Hogwarts, and the Twins… well, Molly didn't want to think about all of the trouble they were getting themselves into and now, all of this… Molly would not be able to handle the news that she would next receive.

"Why are you telling me this?" Molly inquired.

"Well, she married the heir and they now have a son with wizarding abilities. He has been going to Hogwarts now for… six years. You son, Ron, may even know him. Does the name Maximus Kreely sound familiar?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, I know of him" Molly answered.

"That is her son." Dumbledore answered plainly. Molly was dumbstruck. One of Ron's own friends was her thought-to-be-dead best friends' son.

"Still Albus, why are you telling me these things?" Molly asked again.

"There are two reasons. Firstly, the boy has been in my care while he has been here. Now, with all of these things happening in this current war, I have strong feeling that I will not make it through this battle. So If anything does happen to me, Nessa has asked me to ask you to look after her son, until he is of legal age. Secondly, if this does happen, Nessa will be sending along two personal guard to look out for him. Do you understand what I am saying Molly?" he asked as a look of confusion spread across her face

"No, not really." Molly answered honestly.

" Well, Nessa thought this might be a bit hard to take in all of this information at once. Here, look at this." As saying this, Albus handed Molly a golden orb, about palm-size. She studied it carefully, unable to recognize to symbols and ,markings upon it.

"They're High Elvish." Dumbledore said to answer Molly's unasked question. "To open it just squeeze to top and bottom together. I will be back for your answer." and with that, Albus stood up from the table and left the burrow.

After saying goodbye to Albus, Molly went back inside and sat down opposite the orb. 'Oh, what the hell' Molly thought as she squeezed the top and bottom together, and shrieked when a bright, heavenly light suddenly emerged from it. She dropped it on the table in surprise, when an image was projected from

the orb. It was an image of Nessa. Molly could barely recognize her. Her dress, her hair, her looks, it was all different. Nessa suddenly started speaking.

"My dearest Molly. Oh, how I have missed you! You cannot believe how sad I was after I found out I could never see you again after I married my husband. But this is not what I am here to talk about. My son, Narien, or Maximus Killigan as you may know him, may be in danger. If what Albus predicts is true, and he does not make it through, my son will be without a career, and will be greatly disappointed if he could not finish his final years at Hogwarts. So I am asking you, not as his mother, but as my best friend to

become to career for my son. If you accept, he will have been appointed two personal bodyguards. Not only will you be accepting him into your family, but also my two best warriors. Please, as soon as you get this, tell Albus your answer. I hope it is the right one. Love Nessa." She finished as the image faded away. There was a lot of thinking needed to be done before she could tell Albus her answer. She would have to a have a long, detailed talk with Arthur. A lot of thinking indeed.