Harry sat bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily.
"It was just a dream," he told himself.
The image of Hermione falling to the ground... all of the crumpled bodies everywhere... Voldemort saying, "This is what you get for being friends with a half-blood hero like Potter."
"Just a dream," he repeated.
The Weasley brothers leaping in front of the killing curse to save Ginny. The light-cages. Harry hugging Ginny as the killing curse sped toward them.
"JUST A DREAM!" He scolded himself.
Harry glanced at the clock on the wall, which read 5:37.
Sensing he wouldn't get any more sleep anyway, Harry got up. He took a long shower, and picked out his clothes from his new wardrobe- training robes. They were simple in style- a black cloak that extended the full length of his body, and was open in the front. There was no hood, so there was no tie around the neck. The arms hung down at an angle so that it wouldn't interfere with dueling. Under that was a long grey robe that hung loosely, but not too. The top had a semi-collared neck and a loose belt made of black satin hung at his waistline, and extended a foot down.
By the time he'd finished figuring out exactly how to wear his robes, it was 6:15. He still had another ten minutes before he had to go down to breakfast.
"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's words echoed through his head.
Harry remembered the parchment Dumbledore had given him, and fetched it from his night table.
Harry took another look at it. It read:
"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"
Harry studied his schedule for a few minutes, hoping to memorize it so that he wouldn't have to keep consulting it during his training that day.
Harry glanced at the clock again. It read 6:27. He figured that it was about time he headed down to breakfast. He descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen.
"Morning," Harry said to his new elven family as he sat down at the table. Ariala had set his pace before he'd come downstairs.
In front of him, Harry saw a small loaf of sweet sticky bread, a cup of spring water, a hot sausage roll, a warm gooseberry muffin and a cup of elven mead.
"I wasn't sure what you'd want, Harry dear. And you must eat up because you have training today." Ariala said.
'As if I wasn't aware' Harry thought sarcastically.
"Harry?" Zara asked. "What is your first class today?"
"Elven history" he responded, taking a piece off of his loaf of bread.
"Can I see your timetable?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, pulling it out of a pocket in his training robes and handing it over to her.
Zara glanced at it, and began to read the timetable aloud.
"Elven History, Elven Customs, Elven Language, Elven spells" she read. "Well, at least when you've learnt Elvish I wont have to speak human anymore. It gives me a bloody headache."
"Zara!" exclaimed Ariala.
Zara, however, ignored Ari.
"Wandless magic! Cool!" she exclaimed. "I can't do it for another four years." Then she continued reading. "Lunch, then Sword Combat... Sword Combat?"
There was a silence- the elves hadn't heard his schedule before, as they had come into the elven hospital room immediately after Harry had found out.
"Sword combat, Harry?" questioned Caelemar.
"Er- yeah," he answered. "Why, is there something odd about that?"
"Harry," explained Caelemar. "I didn't start sword combat until I turned thirty"
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Because elves don't start with swords until they turn thirty. It's like an unwritten rule.'
"Mommy!" exclaimed Karo. "I want a sword."
"When you're older, Karo." she replied.
"So," Harry interrupted, "sixteen-year-olds don't normally take sword combat?"
"Exactly," answered Caelemar. "Sixteen year olds are normally still on school. Zara then went back to reading Harry's schedule.
"Dueling- cool- we don't get that until we turn seventeen and don't need our pendants anymore."
She paused. "Apparating and Invisibility? Aura Reading and Mind Technique? Mom, why does Harry get to take all of these cool classes, when mine at school are 'Magical Theory' and 'Basic Spellwork'?"
There was a pause in which Ari and Caelemar looked at Harry questioningly and then Ariala quickly answered for Harry, whom the question had been truly directed to despite the 'Mom' at the beginning of it.
"Harry isn't going into school, Zara. He's going right into training."
"But-" Zara started to say, but was cut off by Harry.
"I think I should tell you something," he said.
"The reason that I have to train is because of a prophecy made about me before I was born," he explained. He realized that he would have to tell them sooner or later, and that it was probably better to tell them sooner.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
There was a long pause.
"So... you have to kill Voldemort or be killed?" Zara asked.
"Pretty much."
"How can you be so calm about this?"
"I was unconscious for over a week total- but it was weird- I could still think. I thought about it and I figured that I couldn't do anything to change it, so I might as well accept it. Believe me, I wasn't calm when I first found out about it at the end of the last school term. I trashed Dumbledore's office in a fit of rage."
Ana was laughing, but no sound came out of her mouth.
"What's wrong with Ana?" Harry asked.
"Oh, that." Zara said. "I put a silencing charm on her 'cuz she wouldn't stop talking."
"Zaralyn!" Ariala exclaimed for the second time that morning, performing the countercurse.
Harry was grateful for the distraction. The rest of breakfast was spent talking and laughing over tales of various pranks Zara had pulled before.
A loud buzzing noise filled the house.
"Someone's at the door" Caelemar explained when Harry looked around in shock. "Zara- go get it."
Zara got up from her chair and answered the door.
"It's Baeldeth! He's here to show Harry where the training center is!" ahe called.
Harry politely excused himself from the table, just having finished his meal. Ariala insisted on giving Harry lunch to take with him, so he ended up with a large leather pouch full of food, much like Ana and Zara's who headed off with Ariala for school at the same time he left for the training center with Baeldeth. Ariala was one of the school teachers, so she walked with them to the school, much to Zara's dismay.
"Your first class is Elven History with Kaya. You'll be with her in her room until around 10:00, when you will come to me for Elven Spells." Baeldeth informed Harry.
When they arrived at the Training Center, Harry was in awe. A large stone building stood there. Baeldeth opened the oak front doors and Harry found himself in a long hallway filled with doors. Walls that were tinted slightly with a light green shade and marble floors extended about eighty feet back, and had about twelve doors on each side of the hallway.
"These are a few of the training rooms," Baeldeth explained. "This hallway has enchantments on it to extend itself to another door when it is needed. Currently there are twenty-four elves in training, counting you. They each have a private instructor, or in your case and a few others, more than one private instructor. Each instructor has got their own room. Mine's on the second floor."
Harry was lead to the seventh door on the left. The door was different from all of the others, as it glowed yellow.
"Why is the door glowing yellow?" he asked.
"Ah- that would fall under mind technique," explained Baeldeth. "You have an extraordinary power, the power to tell where you are going, who you are supposed to talk to, etcetera. The power of the mind is a large thing, and you must learn to control it so that you only use it when you call upon it. You wouldn't want everything to start glowing, would you?"
"No, sir."
"Here you are then." Baeldeth pointed to the door. "See the staircase all the way at the end of this hallway? If you go up there, my room is on the second floor. There are three floors. The door should glow, but I am not quite sure what color."
With this, Baeldeth began walking down the hallway, leaving Harry alone at the door. Harry turned the doorknob, feeling extremely nervous, but pushed the feeling away and felt more confident almost immediately.
Harry stepped into the room.
"Harry?" asked a voice from within.
"Yes?" he answered.
The woman stood up from behind a desk where she'd been putting something in one of the drawers.
"Hi, I am Kaya."
"I figured," said Harry.
Kaya laughed. She seemed like an extremely easygoing person.
"I'm here to teach you Elven History, Customs, and Language. We better get started- I've got a week to teach you the entire elven history, all of the customs, and the language."
"A week?" Harry asked, astounded.
"Yes."
"I'm never going to learn this all in a week!"
"Yes you will, you have a gift- a knack for learning. I see it in your Aura."
"My aura?"
"Yes, it is emerald green."
"What does that mean?"
"It represents growth and balance, and most of all, something that leads to change. It also represents an extreme talent for learning things quickly, a knack for languages and retaining knowledge, love of people, animals, and nature, and a high social status."
"Wow." Harry said.
"Got it in one, didn't I?" Kaya asked.
"Yes."
"Your aura is also very bright- blindingly, actually. I sense it. All good aura-readers only sense the aura and don't actually see it. You would make a good healer- its also in your aura."
At this point, Kaya realized that she'd gotten off track.
"Elven History," she said.
"Elven history dates so far back, it is impossible to trace all the way back. This is why I am starting with Rowena Ravenclaw and working forwards. I think that over a thousand years back is far enough. Besides, I can summarize what we know about everything that happened before Rowena Ravenclaw's time in a few sentences."
"All we know is that there are five different lines of Elven families. The Gold Elves and the Silver Elves are the two that date the furthest back. The others came into existence after Ravenclaw, so I'll cover that later. The elves have always existed in this Realm, for as long as they've lived. The ancient elven government was ruled by a monarchy, as still it is today. That's all. Anyway, back to Ravenclaw."
Kaya paused, having to take a breath, due to the fact that she'd said all of that so quickly.
"Get that, Harry?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, and repeated back a summarized version of it.
"Anyway, Ravenclaw. What do you know about Ravenclaw?"
"She was one of the four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was extremely clever and loved to learn. She was best friends with Helga Hufflepuff. She is said to have brought people from different walks of life together to help build Hogwarts and was loved for her charming ways."
Harry rattled off what he'd learned of her through Hogwarts, then paused, remembering what Zara had said the previous day.
Harry then continued. "She was elven, and married another elf called Evlar, who was the elven king at the time, making her the elven queen. Not many people in the Wizarding World know that Ravenclaw was an elf, because that knowledge was forgotten. Her husband Evlar's mother died and her father married a witch and they had a half elven child called Reithar. Reithar was Ravenclaw's brother-in-law. He was given a ring, Aran Fireb, to represent the everlasting fraternal bond between elves and mankind."
"How did you know about the ring?" Kaya asked.
"I have it. King Mallon gave it to me as a gift," Harry said, showing her the legendary ring.
Kaya looked at him disbelievingly.
"Wow..." she said. "How'd you know about the ring's history?"
"Zara told me," he said simply.
"Ah- you know Zaralyn?" Kaya asked.
"Yeah, I am living with her and her family- Caelemar, Ariala, Ana, and Karo. How do you know her?"
"She is my neice- Caelemar is my brother."
"Oh, cool." Harry said.
"Yeah, a little prankster that one is. Watch your back."
"Thanks for the warning," Harry laughed, and they got back to learning.
"Remember how I said at the beginning of this lesson how the Gold and the Silver lines of elves are the two oldest Elven Families? The Silver and Gold name is only the modern-times name for them."
She paused, remembering.
"In the old times, the Golden Elves were the Sun elves and the Silver Elves were the Moon Elves. Also, you may have heard talk about the 'High' Elves, however that is a misnomer for the Gold Elves."
She continued on.
"Whatever you wish to call them, they were still the two oldest lines. But, twenty-five years ago the last heir to the lines disappeared. You see, Ravenclaw was the last heir of the Silver Elves, and Evlar was the last heir of the Gold Elves. They had a daughter named Sae'aera, who was then the heir of both."
"The Gold/Silver line continued down until twenty-five years ago when the daughter of Kyla, the heir of the line, disappeared. Kyla died of a sickness. Eol, her husband still lives, searching for his daughter, who was called Lylia."
"Got that, Harry?" Kaya asked. "It's extremely important."
"Got it."
"It is prophesized that one day the heir to both the Gold and the Silver Line will return, but for now, the line is lost. You see, the Gold Elves were always the top in the monarchy, however the silver would be always be second. Since neither line can be traced currently, the crown is taken by the Copper Elves, as they are called now. They used to be the Wood Elves, but they adapted the name Copper since it sounded more royal."
"So, that's three of the lines- Gold, Silver, and Copper. What is the fourth?"
"The fourth is the line that ninety-nine percent of the elves living are descended from. The Green Elves, called the Wild Elves back when. I myself am descended from the Green Elves."
"What about the fifth line?" Harry asked.
"Ah, the fifth line- what do you think they are?"
"The Dark Elves?"
"The Dark Elves is partially correct- they were the Earth Elves, then the Red Elves, and twenty-five years ago they became known as the 'Dark Elves' by the Copper and Green lines. Can you guess why we call them the 'Dark Elves'?"
"No clue," Harry said.
"We've been at war with them for the past twenty-five years. Now can you guess why?"
"It has something to do with the heir to the Silver and Gold lines that disappeared, doesn't it?" Harry guessed.
"Exactly. We are at war with them because they believe that the heir, Lylia, was killed by the Copper Elves so that they could have control of the crown. They don't think she disappeared at all. But the Copper and Green Elves know that she left for the Wizarding World to speak to Dumbledore about something, but never made it to him. The Green Elves and the Copper Elves think that the Red, or Dark Elves may have kidnapped the girl in the Wzarding World and taken her to their woods and sacrificed her to the Gods."
"That's disgusting!" Harry exclaimed.
"What separated the Red Elves from the four other lines was their belief in sacrificing elves for the Gods," explained Kaya.
"So they aren't really the Dark Elves, they are the Red Elves- Dark Elves is sort of like a nickname?" Harry questioned.
"Correct"
Harry grabbed a quill and parchment and quickly made little notes on it.
"Sun - Gold - "High Elves"
Moon - Silver - "Grey Elves"
Wood - Copper - "Wild Elves"
Wild - Green - "Common"
Earth - Red - "Dark" "
The first item in each line was the old name, the second was the current name, and the name in quotes was the misnomer for each. He wasn't sure about the misnomers for the Silver, Copper, or Green Elves at first, so he asked Kaya, who gladly told him.
They continued their lesson on Elven History, moved on to Elven Customs, and finally began learning Elvish.
"First thing we'll need to do, Harry, is come up with an Elven name for you."
"An Elven name?"
"Yes, a name by which the Elven World will call you. Dumbledore would like you to fit in a bit better, and that is never going to happen with a name such as Harry."
"Okay," Harry said. "What do you suggest?"
"I suggest something meaningful."
There was a long pause as Kaya thought.
"Arith?" she suggested. "It means 'Golden Child'."
Apparently, Harry didn't like the meaning, because he screwed up his face at the thought of it. In his opinion, it was way to similar to 'Golden Boy" which he hated being called.
"Fismus? It means Light Companion."
"Ugh." Harry said. "Fismus?"
"Okay, maybe not." Kaya commented.
"Uthith... no... Tralon... Kernal... no..."
There was a pause.
"Mytis!"
"Mytis?"
"Means 'Eternally Emerald'. After your eyes."
"But... Mytis?"
"Fine- Mydeth."
"What does Mydeth mean?"
"Emerald Eyes... Suits you even better than Mytis. Did I mention I love the color of your eyes? In fact that color reminds me of something, but I just can't place it."
"Sure- Mydeth it is." The truth was, Harry was getting tired of picking out his name, so any name would do, so long as it wasn't Mytis or Fismus...
"Okay, now that we have your name. My name means Dragon Helm, just to let you know... I think we'll start with the basics.
"Greetings." Kaya said. "Kaerol."
"Hello is Caelai."
"Good Morning is Kyr Tysol."
"Good Afternoon is Kyr Eiraesyl"
"Good Evening is Kyr Aelaelol."
"Good Night is Kyr Bol."
Harry nodded. He seemed to be able to memorize this as soon as it entered his head.
"Hi is Cai"
"Salutations- malerarol"
"Goodbye- kydia."
"Bye- shia."
"See you later- mi o jharaes."
"Talk to you later- sar sai o jharaes."
"See you tomorrow- Mi o systysyrn."
"Talk to you tomorrow- sar sai o systysyrn."
Harry nodded.
"You really do have a knack for languages," Kaya said, extremely impressed. "What is... Hi?"
"Cai."
"Hello?"
"Caelai."
"Goodnight?"
"Kyr bol."
"Well," commented Kaya. "You wont need the full week... I say it once and then- then you know it... Its almost like... Nevermind."
"Almost like what?"
"I taught Zama, the royal mage- the Half-Blood Prince. He could do the exact same thing, but it was from being a mage. Perhaps you are a mage," she said considering it. He hadn't heard the last bit about him possibly being a mage.
"Lets just move on," said Harry, eager to learn more Elvish.
"Okay- I is Ai."
"My is Tia."
"It is Air."
"Was is Shar."
"So is Mai."
"How is Cyrn."
"For is Thys."
"Then is Sael."
"Next is Baes."
It went on and on, and by 9:55, Harry knew many, many Elven Words. He also knew how they strung sentences together, and what was disrespectful to say. He had learned about half of the elven language in an hour and fifteen minutes, and he had no idea how he'd done it. He had never been able to learn this fast before. He'd go ask Dumbledore right after training. He wanted to know what was going on.
He left Kaya and walked upstairs to Baeldeth's room, which was glowing orange.
He turned the knob and found Baeldeth sitting at his desk.
"Hello Harry, or should I say 'Mydeth?"
"How'd you know?"
"Telepathy." He said.
"You were in my head?"
"No- Kaya's head. I watched your entire lesson, Mydeth. I must say, your skills are quite impressive."
"Thank you, Baeldeth."
"Call me Bael- we'll be training together for a long time."
"Only if you come me My- I don't really like the sound of Mydeth- its too proper."
"Done, now shall we start?"
"Yes," Harry said, once again eager. He wanted to learn some Elven Spells.
"Many Wizarding Spells have been translated into Elven." Baeldeth explained. "So an 'Accio' in the Wizarding world would be..." He trailed off, leaving Harry chance to practice his Elven.
"Eilai."
"Correct- now try summoning that pillow, in Elven." He instructed, pointing to a pillow on the far end of the large room.
Harry pulled out his wand, and said "Eilai!"
The pillow came zooming towards him.
"Try 'Stupefy' on me."
"On you, sir?"
"Seeing as there is no one else here..."
"Okay, sir."
Harry pointed his wand at Baeldeth and said "Medaeria!"
Bael fell to the ground, stunned. Harry searched his head for the translation of 'Ennervate'.
"Aelaesari!" he encanted, and Baeldeth began to move again.
"Now that we have Elven Equivalents of Wizarding Spells covered, lets move on to some true Elven Spells" Baeldeth suggested.
"This one is an elven cleaning spell. The incantation is 'tael sor taer'. That's pronounced taaay-ale, so-ore, taaay-air, and you must give your wand a flick like so." Baeldeth demonstrated it using Harry's wand as he didn't have one.
Harry tried it "Tael sor taer!" he said, pointing at a dirty sink in the back corner of the room. The metal that had once been grimy was suddenly shining.
Harry progressed even more, trying more and more difficult Elven Spells. When he could not get them right the first few times, he would get aggravated, but soon he'd get it and he'd feel better.
At 10:50, Baeldeth suggested that they try some without wands.
Harry was to learn wandless magic.
"First," Bael said. "You must remove your pendant."
Harry obediently took it off.
"And hand me your wand."
Harry handed Baeldeth his wand, which was placed on Baeldeth's desk along with Harry's pendant.
"And I'd take off Aran Fireb if I were you. It could get damaged."
Harry carefully slid the ring off of his finger, and placed it on Baeldeth's desk, next to his pendant.
"Now, you have to concentrate. Take a deep breath."
Harry inhaled, and exhaled deeply.
"Okay, now, imagine that you are still holding your wand."
"Try a simple "Eilai" or "Accio". You can go with either version, just try to summon that pillow."
"Eilai!" Harry said.
The pillow did not come forward.
"Eilai!" he said again.
"Try 'Accio'. Perhaps Wizarding Spells might be easier." Baeldeth instructed.
"Accio!"
The pillow still did not move.
"Accio!"
"Eilai!"
"Accio!"
The pillow would not move a bit. Harry tried for a half an hour to get the pillow to move, with no success. He was getting frustrated.
"Here is your problem," his instructor said. "You are not concentrating hard enough. Visualize the pillow flying toward you."
Harry concentrated, his eyes closed. In his mind, he saw the pillow flying at him. Harry opened his eyes, and saw that the pillow was indeed coming at him. It hit him in the face due to his surprise.
"How'd I do that?" Harry asked.
"My- you are a mage."
"I'm a what?"
"A mage- a master wizard who prefers that the only tools of their magic be their mind, ability, and spirit and no interferences with wands or incantations."
"But that's just a preference, right?" asked Harry.
"Well, if you are using the wand or pendant, then you cant use incantations but with your wandless magic you just have to think it."
"You mean, anything I think will happen?"
"Once we've trained your powers. Now, its time to call it quits- lunch." Baeldeth said, but Harry hadn't heard. He pictured Baeldeth with hot pink skin. He concentrated extremely hard on it, just to see if it would work. He opened his eyes and burst out laughing.
His instructor was pink.
"What?" Baeldeth asked. "What is so funny?"
"You- You're- you're- skin!" Harry said inbetween breaths, laughing extremely hard. "It- it- its- pink!"
Harry continued to laugh.
Baeldeth looked at his arm, which was hot pink.
"HARRY! WHAT DID YOU DO?" He yelled.
"I- I- Sorry." Harry said, still laughing.
The door burst open. Apparently, Baeldeth had screamed so loud that half of the floor had heard him.
The elves that had burst into the room to see if anything was wrong joined Harry in laughter when they saw Baeldeth's pink skin.
"Shar por o pai sai cos?" a man of about twenty-five asked. It meant 'What did you do to him?"
"I- I" Harry said, trying to talk but he was still laughing.
When the laughter had settled down, Harry pictured Baeldeth with the tan skin he'd had before, and sure enough, the pink disappeared.
"Mysia- Ai tyr'r caer air. Ai shalaer sai mi ais air shyr shys" Harry told Baeldeth. "Sorry- I couldn't help it. I wanted to see if it would work."
"Shar por o pai sai cos?" the same man asked again.
"Ais Ai sol sol," Harry explained. "ael Ai tylaelari ol saes vaelia cas, si'r cadael." "If I think things, and I concentrate on them really hard, they'll happen."
"Wow." The guy said. A word that was both Elvish and English, but shyrn also meant 'wow'.
"Yeah, that's what Bael here told me, and I didn't quite believe him, so I pictured him with hot pink skin and concentrated on him with hot pink skin. And then he had hot pink skin." Harry said this all in Elvish.
"I wish I could do that!" the guy said, still speaking Elvish. "I'm Eillon."
"Ai't Mydeth." Ai't meant I'm.
"Cool- want to sit with me and the guys?" Eillon asked.
"Is it lunch already?" Harry asked.
"Yep." Their entire conversation so far had been in Elvish. Harry enjoyed speaking it.
Harry followed him out of the classroom as they headed to go eat lunch.
A/N: Wow... that was long for me. I was going to make it the whole day, but it would have been over thirty-five typed pages on Word at a size eight font... gods. This is about nineteen typed pages here. I think it is near five thousand words- nope, exactly 5.000... which is more than double the length of my other chapters that I've written so far. I had to cut it short somewhere because it was getting way too long, so if that doesn't seem natural I am really sorry... The next chapter will have the second-half of his first day of training.
Adhara- thanks! Sorry it took so long to update- this took a long time to write.
Ki-ki93: thank so much! Glad you like my work! Hope the update didn't take too long.
Valentines-hater: I'm glad that it was semi-obvious that it was a dream because I wanted it to seem like a dream, but also confuse the reader into thinking that there was a small possibility that it was actually happening.
Daniella Rockafella: Harry's training is going to be the next few chapters (including this one). His most intense class will be sword fighting. I am thinking of doing a little break in a few chapters and switching for just one chapter to what is happening in the Wizarding world. What do you think?
Lady of Masbolle: I'm glad you like it! Sorry I kept this chapter waiting five days- it took me a long time to write it because there was sooooo much information that had to be included. Here's another hint- this chapter had TONS of foreshadowing in it... TONS!
Athenakitty: Here's the answers to your questions:
Is Harry still in the elven realm?: as you can tell from this chapter, yes he is.
Will Harry learn a few things in the elven world? Yes, definitely. He has already learned a lot!
Nobody died? Nope.
Will Snape and Draco find out about the ownership? Eventually.
Light-Hearted: Thanks- I'm glad that you thought it was a dream from the beginning- I wanted it to seem like a dream, but have the reader think "well, maybe its not..." at points. As for the Harry/Ginny thing, explanations will come later. I swear that the pairing won't go too far- the Harry/Ginny is more in the background, especially now. There is a good reason they are together, however.
David M. Potter: why thank you! (bows) I am evil! I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long!
Lady Lily3: thanks! The having you worried thing was part of my goal. I am evil! Lol. I am glad that you like the story! When Harry is done with his training he will most definitely be pranking other people- wouldn't you if whatever you thought happened if you concentrated on it hard enough? He already turned Baeldeth pink... I hope that I didn't keep you waiting too long for this chapter, but seeing as it's at least double the length of most of my other chapters, I think it balances out.
Volleypickle16: thanks for the review! Glad you like it!
Athena Dumbledore: thanks for the complement! Glad you like it!
Shdurrani: I am definitely glad this is entertaining. I hope this chapter wasn't too boring, but there was tons of foreshadowing and information I had to sneak in... like the whole elven lines explanation- that was exhausting to write. It took me forever to figure it all out. Sometimes I want to kill myself for moving this story into the elven realm- even though it works really well, the names are really hard to come up with and all of the little details matter so much. Glad you like it!
Hpfreakout: glad you liked it! It was supposed to be evil... lol. I am an evil person. Ginny didn't die in the dream- Harry woke up when the spell was heading towards him- it never actually hit either of them. Anyway, I hope that I didn't keep you waiting too long- this chapter was extremely difficult to write because of all of the information I had to work out (like the elven lines and stuff) before I wrote it and the subtle foreshadowing I had to add.
Anyway: If you are reading this right now and you haven't reviewed, its like taking a candy bar from a store without paying for it. Please review!