The next time Harry awoke, it was three days later. He drifted into consciousness, but once he was with it, he realized that he wasn't in Kansas... I mean Saint Mungo's... anymore.

"Wh-where am I?" Harry asked, not realizing that he'd said the exact same thing earlier that week.

Dumbledore was standing right in front of him.

"Harry?" he asked. "Do you remember any of the conversation that we had before you fell unconscious?"

"Yeah- you said something about there being only one type of magic that could heal my wounds. And you were about to say something else, but I felt myself losing consciousness as you started to tell me, so I quickly told you to do whatever you needed to do." Harry spoke this slowly, as though he was just remembering it.

"Yes Harry. I was indeed correct in saying that only one type of magic could have saved you. Elven magic."

"Elven magic?"

"Yes."

"There are elves? I mean, other than house elves?"

"Yes, but their world exists in a different dimension than that of ours."

"So... I'm in the Elven Realm?"

"Correct."

"And- and my eye is completely healed- and the crack in my skull is gone... but how?"

"As I said before, I realized that your injuries were so extensive that no normal magic could possibly fix them. Then I realized something else. Elven magic could fix everything, and quickly. I'd been planning to send you here for training in a week anyway, so it seemed like the perfect solution. When we arrived, you were still out cold. Some of the most talented Elven healers attempted to fix the split in your skull, but couldn't. They told me that you had Fairy Blood in you, so none of their spells designed for humans would work. So they called for the Half Blood Prince."

"Who's that?"

"He is the Prince of the Elven Realm- and the only person who has the power to heal fairies. And because you have fairy blood in you, the Elven spells for humans wouldn't work."

"Hold on- since when do I have Fairy Blood in me?"

"I'm still trying to figure that out."

"Okay..."

There was an awkward silence.

"Ah, yes. There is a bit of a time difference between the two dimensions. Every 23.5 days here, approximately, equals a day there. It works out so two years is exactly 31 days in the Wizarding World."

"So how long am I staying here?"

"Two years, but as I said, it will only be a month in the Wizarding World, so you will be back just in time for the start of the school year at Hogwarts."

"And who is to train me?"

"His name is Baeldeth. He is the head Military trainer. And Ayden- the chief knowledge officer of Human magic. Also, Kaya- who is a woman, will be teaching you Elven History, Customs, and Language."

"And why do I have to train?"

"To defeat Voldemort. Over the next six months, you will be worked very hard- there is a lot you must learn. First you need to learn the way of the Elves and Elven Customs. Then Baeldeth- who, by the way, is a close friend of mine, will teach you in the areas of Sword Combat, Elven Spells, Wandless Magic, Aura-Reading, and Mind Technique. Ayden will instruct you in Animagus Training, Dueling, Invisibility, Apparating, and Spell Creation."

"Wow. That's a lot of classes."

"Every day you will wake up at 6 a.m. as it is a custom in the Elven world. Breakfast is served promptly at 6:30 here, every day. You must be in the Training Center at exactly 7:00."

Dumbledore handed Harry a piece of parchment.

"Your daily schedule for the next week," he said.

Harry looked at it. It read like this:

"7:00 - 7:45 a.m. - Elven History
7:50 - 8:35 a.m. - Elven Customs
8:40 - 9:55 a.m. - Elven Language
10:00 - 10:45 a.m. - Elven Spells
10: 50 - 11:55 a.m. - Wandless Magic
12:00 - 1:00 p.m. - Break for Lunch
1:05 - 1:55 p.m. - Sword Combat
2:00 - 3:00 p.m. - Dueling
3:05 - 3:50 p.m. - Apparating and Invisibility
3:55 - 5:00 p.m. - Aura Reading and Mind Technique"

"Dinner is the most important meal in the Elven Culture and is always formal. It is served promptly at 6:00 p.m. in the Dining Hall. Your classes for this week end at 5:00, giving you an hour to shower and change."

"Who am I staying with?"

"They're right outside the door now. Would you like to meet them?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore walked to the door of the white room that they were in. It was in a wing of the Elven Hospital. He opened the door, and in walked five elves. They looked nothing like House Elves. They looked exactly like humans- and were just as tall. The only difference that Harry noticed was a slight point to the tip of their ears.

"Hello." Harry said to the elves. There were two adults- a male and female. The other three were children. Two girls and a boy. One of the girls was about three years younger than him, and the other appeared to be about five. The little boy was about three, from what Harry could tell. He was fairly good at guessing people's ages.

"Hi Harry!" the little girl exclaimed. "I'm Ariana!"

"And I'm Zaralyn," said the other girl.

"I'm Karo." the small boy with blonde hair.

"My name is Ariala," said the woman. "We are pleased that you are staying with us for the next two years."

"Hello Harry," the man said. "I am Caelemar."

"I have a question." Harry said. "Doesn't it get confusing how Ariala and Ariana are so similar?"

"Good question," Caelemar said. "The Elven language is so full of subtlety and nuance that only us native speakers fully understand it. While two names may sound the same to a human such as yourself, an elf would know the difference."

"Besides," Ariala. "Nicknames don't only exist in the Wizarding World- you can call me Ari- and Ariana Ana.''

"I'm Ana!" Ariana exclaimed.

"And you can call me Zara," said the thirteen year old.

"But here is another bit of Elven culture- only women have nicknames. It isn't polite to shorten a man's name."

"I see."

"Unless of course, they expressly tell you to."

"Okay."

"Let me show you our home!" Ana exclaimed, dragging Harry out of the bed he sat in. Harry looked down at what he was wearing. It was a shimmery sort of Elven robe.

He allowed himself to be dragged out of the Hospital room, down a row of streets, and into a two-story house. He was led through the entrance hall into a kitchen, living room, family room, and shown the bathroom, then dragged upstairs by Ana.

"Tys! Ai shal sai myrn cos tia vys!" Ana told her mother. It meant "Mom! I'd like to show him my room."

"Ana! It isn't nice to speak Elven when those who do not know it are present!"

"Sorry Mom..."

"Can I show you my room?" Ana asked Harry.

"Sure," he said. Ana lead him into her room, and showed him all of the Elven toys she owned. She then showed him around the rest of the upstairs, and to his room. It was pretty large- a king size bed, two dressers, his own bathroom, a nightstand. Basically, it was like a miniature apartment.

"This is nice," he commented aloud.

Dumbledore entered his room, followed by Ari, Zara, Karo, and Caelemar.

"Harry- are you aware that it is your birthday?"

"Really?"

"Well, at least it is in the Wizarding World."

"This soon?"

"Yes, and I summoned the gifts from where they were all piled up in Grimnauld Place. Would you like to open them now?"

"Sure."

Dumbledore reached into his pocket and pulled out about a dozen tiny boxes.

"Engorgio!" Dumbledore said.

The boxes all swelled to their normal size.

"Open that one first!" squealed Ana, pointing to the largest one.

"Okay."

"Who's it from?" Zara asked.

"My godfather, Sirius." Harry said, reading the card, which read. "Sorry you thought I was dead. I'm glad I'm not."

Harry unwrapped the package. A small black puppy was inside, but it wasn't moving.

Dumbledore explained why. "He had to cast the full-body bind on it so that he could wrap it."

"Does it have a name?"

"No, not yet."

"I think it should have an Elven name. What do you think?"

"I agree."

"Ari? What is Black Dog in Elven?"

"Kordre"

"Nah, that doesn't work."

"Korreth?" asked Caelemar.

"Nah."

"How about just Kor? It means black," suggested Zara.

"That works. His name is Kor." Harry said. He then pulled out his wand out of his cloak and performed the counter curse to bring the dog back in motion. He began barking and running around the room, but settled down in Karo's lap.

Harry then unwrapped his gifts from Ron and Hermione- Hermione had gotten him a few books and Ron had bought him a chess set. Fred and George had sent him very wide variety of joke supplies from their newly opened store, and a certificate for a 1/3 ownership of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Ginny had sent him a bunch of Chocolate Frogs- enough to last him at least two months. Neville had also sent him a bunch of sweets- Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, Sugar Quills, Pumpkin Pasties, all good. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley send enough pies, cakes, and candies to last the entire two years. Tonks had sent him a few books on how to become an Auror, Remus had bought him a couple good Defense Spells books, and a box of Filibuster Fireworks.

Dumbledore then handed him the last present.

"From me," he said.

Harry lifted the top off of a wrapped box. Inside was a pensive.

"I figured that you could use one. You have way too many thoughts going through your head right now, I can tell."

Then he handed Harry an envelope.

"Your inheritance," was all he said.

Harry tore open the envelope, and then began to read the letter.

"Dear Mr. Harry Potter," it read.

"As you are the single executor to the late Lily and James Potter's will, I have enclosed a copy of their Last Will and Testament for you to review. You have come into inheritance as you have just turned sixteen. Enclosed you will also find..."

The letter went on and on describing all of the legalities associated with claiming what he had inherited.

Harry glanced at the will.

"I, Lily Potter, and I, James Potter, do declare this my last will and testament. I am currently of sound mind and free of mental illness and in addition, am physically able to sign this document of my own power."

"God... all this technical stuff is boring..." Harry said, and skipped down to what he'd inherited.

"The Potter Properties and Assets- One manor in Switzerland, three in France (two of those in Paris), two in Italy (both in Rome), a flat in Spain as well as a small house in Madrid, two mansions in Romania as well as an apartment, a manor in Bulgaria, a cottage in Luxembourg, a house in Ireland, seven manors in Britain (four of which in London)..." Harry read this all aloud, and then paused. "I had no idea that my father owned that much..."

"Of course you didn't," Dumbledore said. It clearly stated in the beginning of their will that if they should die you were not to know exactly how much you would be in control of until you turned sixteen and all of their assets became yours."

Harry glanced back at the will. "A hotel in Paris... I own a hotel?"

"Yes, you do. The Jade Towers."

"Cool."

"Gringotts Bank? What?"

"Your great, great, great, great, great... I am not exactly sure how many greats... grandfather was Prescott Gringotts- he founded the bank. You are his only heir."

"Wow- and wait... no... that can't be."

"What?"

"I OWN HOGWARTS?"

A/N: Haha... cliffie... kinda... anyway, you'll find out in the next chapter how that happened, so don't go telling me it isn't possible. Here is a short pronounciation guide for those of you who have no clue how the Elven names are pronounced:

Baeldeth- Bay-eel- death
Calemar- Kah-lay-mahrr
Ariala- Ah-reeh-ah-la
Zaralyn- Zahr-ah-lynn
Ariana- Ah-reeh-ah-nah
Karo- Car-oh
Ayden- Eye-dihn
Kaya- Ky-uh

I think those are all of the Elven Characters that i have introduced so far... if i missed one, let me know

and a special thanks to these reviewers:

Anymoius: I think you are trying to spell anonymous... maybe... anyways, glad you love it!

Gato-girl09: Thanks! Glad you like it! And its soooo weird about how our last names are the same and all that other stuff... haha- maybe we are distantly related. Probably not.

Daniella Rockafella: Haha. He's okay now... and about the whole Sirius thing- it is a little odd, but I am going to have some more on that later in the story. I hate Harry/ Cho fics. Ugh. Talk about gross.

Rayetta-n-Draco: I am glad you like it. Sirius is also one of my favorite characters. I was ready to like kill J.K. Rowling for killing him off. She better bring him back to life somehow!

Elvengoddess696: Hehe- your pen name goes good with this story. Glad you like it.

Peter-the Rat: glad you like it! I love your screen name... but I hate Pettigrew. Lol.

Firebolt1982: Thanks for both of the reviews. I like Antarctica ( Hahaha. Its sorta kinda an inside joke between me and my friends and its really complicated... lol- I just had to make it to Antarctica. That might actually come back in the story later hint hint

Moodyboy66: thanks for the review- glad you like it!

Sass: "you start out with Sirius dead but suddenly he's alive and you've NO explanation". Read chapter 2- the explanation is in there...

Bummer (or is it Summer?): thanks for letting me know that the chapter was double printed- I fixed it. Glad you like it!

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