Harry continued talking to him until they reached the back doors. They walked outside and Harry saw an area of picnic tables.

"T'tyl! Sor air os sardi!" Eillon said. "C'mon! This is our table!"

They walked up to a group of five other men, all around Eillon's age.

"That's Tahlwyn, Raquis, Cassian, Drevian, and Kethro. Guys, this is Mydeth."

"Hey." Raquis said.

"He turned Bael pink!" exclaimed Eillon, and the others laughed.

"You know Bael, Eillon?" Harry asked, wondering about the nickname.

"Please, its Eil, and Bael is my godfather."

"Oh, cool. He's one of my trainers- he's teaching me Elven Spells, Wandless Magic, Aura Reading, Mind Technique, and Sword Combat."

"Sword Combat? But it's like, an unwritten rule that you cant start swords until you are thirty!"

"So I've heard." Harry said.

"How old are you, Mydeth?" asked Drevian.

"Just turned sixteen yesterday." Harry answered. "And call me My. Mydeth sounds way to formal- like a prince's name or something"

"Sixteen? You're only sixteen?" Cassian asked.

"How old did you think I was?"

"At least eighteen. Elves aren't allowed to start training normally until they have had their pendant off for a year. And that's only in special circumstances. Usually you start training when you are twenty. But you probably knew all that already."

"And how old are you, Eil?"

"Twenty-three."

"Really? I thought you were like, twenty-five." Harry commented.

"Wait-"Tahlwyn interrupted. "Did you say one of your trainers?"

"Uh- yeah." Harry said, as Eil whispered "He's a little slow" into his ear.

"Who is the other one?"

"Well, there's Kaya. She's teaching me Elven History, Culture, and Language."

"Why do you have to take those? Didn't you get enough of that stuff in instruction?"

"Uh- I'm not exactly an elf..." Harry trailed off.

"What?" Eillon asked, confused.

"I am a mage."

"A mage? Those are like, really rare."

"I came from the Wizarding World to train," Harry said, leaving out the part about being unconscious.

"Why do you have to train?" questioned Kethro.

"I have to defeat Voldemort."

Harry was glad that the elves, unlike wizards, did not shudder when he spoke the name.

"But the Lost Prophecy says that only Harry Potter can defeat Voldemort!" Cassian exclaimed.

"Hold on a minute- how do you know about the Lost Prophecy?" Harry asked.

"Well, we learn about Harry Potter in school, when we turn fourteen. Then if we decide to go into training, we get to learn about the prophecy. Did you know that it is also prophecised that Harry Potter will one day come to the elven realm to train? That is why we have to know the prophecy, so we can help him..."

Eillon had been talking a mile a minute at the beginning but had gradually slowed down until he trailed off.

"Your real name isn't Mydeth, is it?"

"Heh- it is now." Harry said, not wanting to admit that he was himself after learning that they had learned about him.

"You're Harry Potter!" Eillon exclaimed.

"Shh... not so loud!"

"When'd you get here?"

"Yesterday." Harry answered. It was half-true. He'd technically been there four days, but he'd been unconscious the first three.

"That's impossible!" Drevian said. "You wouldn't be speaking Elvish!"

"I did mention I was a mage, didn't I?" Harry said slowly.

"Yes..." Cassian said.

"I have a knack for languages."

"But learning Elven in one bloody day? That's not normal, My." Eil said.

"Don't I know it."

"Who's your third trainer, Mydeth?" asked Raquis.

"I told you, its My." Harry said. "And my third trainer is Ayden."

"Ayden?" questioned Drevian.

"Yeah."

"But Ayden is the Chief Knowledge Officer of Human Magic. How does he have time to train you?" Cassian put in.

"He's only teaching me Dueling and Apparating and Invisibility right now- I am only with him for two hours a day. I havn't even met him yet." Harry said.

"Oh." Said Kethro.

"Who are your trainers?" Harry asked.

"I've got Alsar." Drevian said.

"Cyred," said Eil.

"Konaias," Raquis added.

Kethro spoke, "I've got Vonlyn."

"Caelemar," added Cassian.

"Caelemar?" asked Harry.

"Yeah. Extremely proper guy, he is."

"I live with him, Cassian."

"It's Cass- and if you are living with him, I guess you know little Karo then"

"Yeah," Harry said.

"Dude... that little guy's awesome."

"Just met him yesterday." Harry said.

Harry glanced up at the large clock on the stone wall. The time was twelve-thirty, and during their long discussion, which was entirely in elven, they'd eaten their whole lunch.

"What do you guys usually do around here the second half of lunch?" Harry asked.

"Not much," answered Eil.

"Don't you ever play Quidditch?" asked Harry.

"Quibbick? That Wizard Sport?" asked Cassian.

"Yeah, Quidditch." Harry answered.

"Nope," said Kethro.

"Are there any elven sports you like to play?" Harry asked.

"Nope."

"So you just sit here?"

"Yep," said Drevian.

"But doesn't that get boring, Drevian?"

"Not really," he said. "And cal me Dre- or Drev."

"How about we play Quidditch?" Harry asked.

"I don't know how," said Kethro.

"Neither do I," said Cassian.

"Me neither," agreed Eillon.

"Not me," said Raquis.

"What about you Dre?" asked Harry.

"Nope," Drevian said.

"Tahlwyn?"

"My trainer's name is Dhomah."

Everyone looked at him questioningly.

"What?" he asked.

"A little late there buddy," said Eil nicely.

"Oh," he said.

"Do you know how to play Quidditch?" Harry asked.

"No," said Tahlwyn.

"Then I'll teach you," Harry proclaimed. He closed his eyes and imagined a Quaffle, Two Bludgers, and a Snitch in a case on the table. When he opened his eyes, the equipment was there.

"Woa..." said Drevian. "That's awesome! I wish I could do that."

Harry ignored him, not wanting to draw more attention to himself.

"There are seven players on a Quidditch team," he explained, opening the case. . "There is one keeper, who guards three hoops and stops this ball from getting through it. This ball is called a Quaffle..."

Harry went on, explaining the rules of Quidditch and soon people came over to their table to hear what he was saying. They were interested- and in fact, so many people came over that Harry found himself explaining a second time.

"Wow. That sounds bloody awesome!" said Cassian once Harry had finished for the second time.

"I'll talk to Bael after lunch and if he says its okay, I'll get the equipment and a pitch set up right after I'm done training- we can play tomorrow."

They spent the rest of their lunch forming teams of seven. Harry wrote down the teams on a spare bit of parchment he'd found in his cloak pocket.

Harry's team was as follows:

Seeker: Mydeth
Keeper: Eillon
Chaser: Cassian
Chaser: Drevian
Chaser: Raquis
Beater: Kethro
Beater: Tahlwyn

There were a total of three teams- with three other elves serving as alternates- one per team. The idea of Quidditch during break seemed to have taken well with everyone- although the three that weren't part of a core team were the three that didn't really take to it as well.

Every elf that was currently training left lunch that day talking eagerly about tomorrow's match- Harry's team (the Jade Dragons) against a twenty-one year old female elf named Cyrytha's team (the Diamond Unicorns). The Diamond Unicorns were an all female team. This worked out well because there were eight girls training and that was exactly one-third of the twenty-four elves currently training. The girls had wanted a team of their own, so they were the Diamond Unicorns, Harry, his new friends, and a twenty-four year old named Aellon were the Jade Dragons, and the remaining elven men were the Sapphire Phoenixes.

Harry headed back up to Baeldeth's room for fifty minutes of Sword Combat.

Five minutes later, after getting Bael's permission to start Quidditch, the lesson started.

"The basics," Bael started, "are the most important part of swordsmanship."

He continued.

"But before we hit the basics, we really need to go back to the pre-basics. You might wonder why I am your teacher, and not one of the acclaimed elven swordsmen. This is because the best teacher is not always the best fighter. The best teacher is one that is able to pass on needed information and training in a manner that makes sense to the student. In order to become a skilled swordsman, you need a teacher that you can learn from, and Dumbledore thinks I am the best person for you in this area. Understand?"

Harry nodded. What Bael had said so far made sense.

"The other aspect of pre-basics is to be there."

"Be there?"

"Never miss practice. Being there is the most important thing needed for improvement. If you want to improve you have to show up at the lesson. You also have to fight people who challenge you, even if they are above your level. If they beat you, don't sulk. Don't feel sorry for yourself because you've lost- learn from your loss and reflect on what you did wrong, and what your opponent did correctly. If you avoid fighting the better fighters, you can and will never improve."

Baeldeth looked at Harry questioningly.

"Understand My?"

Harry nodded.

"Yes," he said.

"And not only do you have to be there, you have to be there when you are both fighting and learning. When you are at your lesson, you have to concentrate on fighting. You cannot sword fight well while your mind is elsewhere. You have to be there in the fight, mentally as well as physically."

Harry once again nodded, soaking in the information. It all sounded perfectly logical.

"That covers the pre-basics. I think we'll only finish the basics today, if that. The first of the basics is breathing. I know, you may be thinking, 'I already know how to breathe', but in sword fighting, breathing is a technique."

"Yes, we breathe all the time or else we die, but sometimes when you are fighting, you can stop breathing, or stop breathing correctly in the middle of a sword fight. Usually this is due to poor concentration and a lack of training, however if you are concentrating too hard on something other than breathing, it could happen then too."

Harry watched intently, determination seeping through him. He would learn this if this were the last thing he did.

"Obviously, the worst time to stop breathing, or to breathe short, tight hesitant breaths, is when you're wearing 60 pounds of armor, and a big guy trying to slice through you with a sharp pointy object." Bael said seriously, although there was a hint of humor in his voice.

"It's moments like those that you need all the oxygen you can get. Unfortunately, the stress of fighting can actually cause people to breathe less. Breathing less, or shallowly from the upper chest, tends to produce rigid movements, slow thinking, and poor reactions."

"How do you breath correctly so that doesn't happen?" Harry asked curiously.

"If you were a muggle, you'd take yoga classes or practice some sort of martial arts that deal with this issue in depth. Some of those disciplines do a very good job of teaching muggles how to breathe while under stress."

"But since I'm not a muggle?" Harry asked to show that he was paying close attention.

"Because you are not a muggle, you do not need to take silly classes to perfect the act of breathing correctly. You need to practice breathing correctly while you are fighting, before you go to bed each night, every minute of every day concentrate on your breathing. You want to make the act of breathing correctly engrained in your mind so that you don't have to think about it. You don't want to have to consciously attend to your breathing, but you want to be aware enough of your own body that you will become aware when you start to tighten-up."

"I understand," Harry acknowledged.

"During training you will eventually be able to change to deep breathing, without having to consciously attend to it. Everyone knows that when you get short of breath, you should breathe deeply, but actually, by then it is usually too late. If you don't switch to deep breathing before you get oxygen deprived, you may not be able to bring your oxygen level up enough fast enough to continue fighting effectively."

"I never knew that," Harry commented.

"Once you become consciously aware of losing focus, you can begin to breathe deeply from your stomach, and not tightly from the chest. That may be enough to keep you going, but it is better not to lose focus in the first place."

"Of course"

"Becoming more tense physically is a natural response to stress, but it also takes a lot of energy that can be much better put to use fighting. When you breath correctly, you will feel your body loosen up. When your body loosens up you become more efficient. You can strike, and react to your opponents' attacks more effectively, and your mind will be clearer.

Practice slow, deep, breathing, especially while under stress. It helps anytime you need to calm your mind and body. What you are used to doing is what you will most likely do when you are fighting. If you are used to slow breathing, when your body tenses up, you will probably do so when fighting as well."

"Makes sense." Harry said. Most of what Bael had said so far had been pretty much the same, though different. Harry liked when people taught him this way- it was the way he learned the best. Though he was anxious to get his hands on a sword.

"Another major factor in breathing is conditioning. The more you build up your over all stamina by aerobic exercises such as running, walking, or even that Quidditch game that you are starting, the better your body will be at keeping useful oxygen levels. But it is important to realize that these activities are a means to an end, and not the end in its self. Running, walking, and Quidditch, will help you maintain your energy levels for sword fighting, but they will do very little to improve your sword fighting by themselves. Which is why you must get a lot of exercise."

Baeldeth paused for a breath. He'd been speaking quite a lot.

"Sword fighting is one of the most important things you will learn, and it goes hand in hand with dueling. All of the breathing techniques that you practice in sword fighting apply to dueling."

"Yeah," Harry said, seeing what he meant. The breathing applied to any type of combat. The fact was, you didn't want to get short of breath when your life was on the line.

"This is why I will be teaching you dueling, not Ayden. I am aware that your schedule says that Ayden will be teaching you, but that was a mistake- he's only teaching you four subjects, of which you only have two at the moment."

"I see." Harry said.

After this, Baeldeth went over the timing of breathing, and when the best time was to attack your opponent. Harry learned that in general, you would get more power when you throw a shot on the exhale. Just as in muggle martial arts, your exhale exerts power and focus. You can exaggerate this is the "Kiai" or loud shout at the moment of the exhale. It helps you focus and may startle your opponent if they are not used to that sort of thing.

Then they covered Balance, in which Harry learned that balance was way more complicated than just not falling over. He learned that both of his feet are most often in contact with the ground during fighting. His two feet are the only points of his body contacting the ground, so Baeldeth showed him how to push his limits of balance to the "almost falling" level and then catch ourselves, with our other foot, to ambulate. Harry learned that if you are off balance you will more easily slip, trip, or fall. Tripping, slipping and falling are seldom wining techniques; so being balanced is generally preferable. But, there are times when you may choose to move off balance, to make a shot. The important thing to consider is whether or not you intended to move off balance or not. You make this decision based upon experience, intuition and your perception of the likely hood of being able to make the shot.

Baeldeth gave him a practical demonstration, showing him how one should always keep their feet shoulder width apart, and how one should never cross their feet or bring them both together as they move around.

"It is usually better to slide your feet an inch or so above the ground, than it is to pick up your feet and plant them back down. If you get a shield rush, or are caught off guard just as you are picking up a foot, you will probably suffer for it. The closer your foot is to the ground the less likely you are to be off balance for your opponents attack, and hopefully for your counter attack." Baeldeth told him. Harry was a bit confused, so he explained the last part again.

At this point, the sword-fighting lesson was over and the dueling lesson was due to begin. But, they continued learning the Basics because the Basics also applied to dueling and Harry needed to know them before he could begin learning moves and strategy.

Bael taught him timing next, explaining that good timing is the most critical factor in your attack. No matter how fast or hard the shot, if it's not timed so that it hits your opponent, it will have no effect. That's common sense. Even the best swordsmen have thrown "great shots" that they saw harmlessly smack the other guy's sheild. Timing is usually what makes the good shot "good".

Harry also learned that timing is one of the least conscious factors in both sword fighting and dueling. Some people, like Harry, are born with faster reaction times and reflexes, but to a great extent, the more you fight the better your timing will become. Of course, all of those years of Quidditch and Dudley's gang had made Harry's reflexes quite good.

Then Baeldeth decided to test Harry's reflexes to see what improvements would need to be made.

"Okay Harry, say I throw a punch at you like this." Bael demonstrated thrusting his fist towards Harry's chest.

Harry ducked out of the way.

"What did you just do?" Bael asked.

"Dodged the punch- I didn't want to get hit." Harry said.

"There you go!" exclaimed Bael excitedly. "You've just mastered the most important concept in both sword fighting and dueling. Don't get hit."

"Of course," Harry said. "Why would I want to get hit?"

"Exactly. If you don't want to get hit, you do everything you can to defend yourself so that you don't. The more you practice the better your brain is going to be at to programming your muscles to move in the manner you need for success, so that you don't get hit."

"What else did you just do when I threw that punch?" asked Bael.

"I saw where you were going to hit me and I moved accordingly." Harry said, hoping this was the right answer.

"Exactly! You are catching on fast, My." Baeldeth had never had a student quite like Harry. He picked up on things extremely quickly.

"Timing also includes your ability to read what the other fighter intends to do and then defend before they can do it. Reading what your opponent intends to do is mainly guessing, based on probabilities calculated from your experience. Which takes you back to concentration. You can't be concentrated on calculating probabilities in the middle of fighting. You need to subconsciously know them so you can react. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Of course, when you are able to read your opponent's moves, you might get good enough to attack them before you defend yourself against their move, or do both simultaneously."

"Sounds cool." Harry said. He still wanted to at least see a sword, but he figured that wouldn't come today.

"Sometimes you can "see," or sense an attack, or a particular type of attack, by the way the fighter shifts their weight, or drops their shoulder." Bael continued. "Like when I threw that punch at you. These signals don't have to be obvious, but sometimes they are. You need to be careful that you aren't giving your opponent these signals. It will only help you loose. Which is why reflexes are so important, don't show what you are doing until you have to. Hopefully by then it will be too late for your opponent to counter. A lot of this has to do with strategy."

"Could you give me an example?" Harry asked.

"Lets just say your opponent is better than you," said Bael obligingly. "They might just throw a slow enough shot that you see it and start to counter it, when the initial attack turns into something else, and wham, you get it."

"Ouch." Harry said, as Baeldeth pulled up the sleeve of his robe and showed him a deep scar.

"Yeah, I don't want to see you making that mistake, Mydeth."

They worked on a few more strategies, learned about timing advantages, and blocking. Then they discussed speed in terms of timing. Harry never knew that sword fighting and dueling was this complicated. He just thought it was shooting spells at each other, or swords clanging. He'd have something new to teach the DA in two years.

Then Baeldeth disappeared into a closet on the other side of the room and pushed a red button. Display cases came out of the floors and sword racks pushed out of the walls and lined them.

"Wow..." Harry said. "That's awesome!"

"I completely agree." Baeldeth said.

"This is our armor," he said, pointing to the tables that had come out of the wall. There are a wide variety of styles, and not every type of armor is best for every fighter. You have to find armor that protects you, and works with your body type. If your armor doesn't fit you correctly, it will not fit you correctly. The right armor, a set that fits you, should not be confining. Let's start with your helmet. You need one that you can see and breathe out of."

Harry tried on quite a few helmets, until he found the perfect one. Bael then fitted him with the rest of his armor- legs that didn't and wouldn't bind up or jam his ankles and or hips. He tested it out, and he was able to move his arms, legs, and head in his armor quite easily. It was quite heavy though.

"Bend at the waist, My" Baeldeth instructed.

Harry did so without issue.

"Sit down"

Harry obliged.

"Stand back up"

Harry did so, and found it quite easier then he'd expected.

"How am I supposed to fight in this?" he asked. "It weighs a bloody ton!"

"No, it only ways sixty pounds."

"Goodie for it," Harry commented.

"Might I remind you that you are a mage?" Baeldeth pointed out.

"So?"

"And that you have extraordinary powers?"

"Yeah?"

"My, in a bloody week you'll be able to lift one of those muggle ephalumps without thinking twice about it."

"You mean elephants?"

"Yes, whatever."

"So, soon I won't even feel the armor?"

"Correct. You are lucky."

"Why?"

"Because I can still feel the armor."

Harry laughed. "Can I take this off now?"

"Sure."

Harry removed his armor, and they proceeded to find him a shield.

"I like this one!" Harry exclaimed, pointing at one with a phoenix engraved on it. There were little diamonds bordering it.

"It's too small," said Baeldeth. "You need something like this."

Baeldeth picked up the largest shield in the entire room. A golden dragon was engraved in the very center, and jade jewels were in place for the dragon's eyes. The shield itself was made of silver.

"That dragon is pure gold," Harry said, in awe.

"How'd you know that?" asked Bael.

"I dunno, I just did."

"That's strange..."

There was an awkward silence.

"Try it," Bael said.

Harry picked up the shield and tried it out.

"It works." Harry said. "It's beautiful."

"No kidding," Bael commented. "It's the most expensive one in here, but you need the best."

"Mmm-hmmm" Harry said off-handedly.

"Now, to get you your starter's sword," he said.

"Sword! Finally!" Harry exclaimed.

"But that will have to wait for tomorrow."

"What?"

"Time's up. You need to get yourself to Apparating and Invisibility."

"Wow. Really? That went by fast."

"Out you go- I'll see you back in fourty-five minutes for Aura Reading and Mind Technique. Ah, yes, and Kaya will be joining us. She is skilled at Aura Reading. I'm afraid I never quite took to the subject. I'm good in Mind Technique, so we'll both be teaching you."

"Okay," Harry said. "Now, where is Ayden's room?"

"Third floor," Bael answered.

"How many floors are there?" Harry wondered aloud.

"Four."

"Oh."

Harry picked up his things (including his wand and Aran Fireb) from Bael's desk, left the room and proceeded up to Ayden's room. He found the room easily- it was glowing a fiery red. Harry was almost afraid to step through the door because it seemed as though it was engulfed in flames, but he knew better.

Harry opened the door and stepped over the threshold.

"Mydeth?" asked the voice within.

"I'd guess you'd be Ayden." Harry commented, seeing a fifty some-year-old elf with graying hair standing before him.

"I guess I would be, then." Ayden said. "But, since we only have forty minutes, we better skip all this nonsense and crack down to it."

"Yes sir," Harry said.

"I am well aware that your schedule says apparation but you cannot apparate in the elven world. That is a silly human thing, a spell, an incantation. I will teach you teleportation."

"Teleportation?"

"The elven equivalent to apparation," explained Ayden. "And it should only take you this lesson to get it down, at the rate I've heard you learn."

Harry turned red and looked down at the floor. He hated when people talked about him, or thought he was something special. He didn't want to be something- or someone special- he just wanted to be normal.

'Hah- like that's ever going to happen in your life Harry,' a voice inside his head told him.

"Shut up!" he countered.

"I beg your pardon?" Ayden asked.

"Uh... oops- I said that out loud didn't I?" asked Harry embarrassed.

"Yes you did, son."

"I was talking to that voice in my head," Harry explained, not realizing that he sounded mentally unstable.

"I see," said Ayden understandingly, obviously not thinking Harry was insane. "I get that same voice sometimes."

"Anyway, continuing on," Ayden started once again. "Teleportation, by muggle standards, is stepping on some kind of teleportation pad and having your particles be split and then re-assembled at a different location, on a different teleportation pad."

"How did the muggles come up with that?" asked Harry.

"We think that an elf must have let the idea slip to one of them, and they told their friends, and so on and so forth. The muggle scientists have been trying to create one for years, but it is virtually impossible without magic."

"Mmmhmmm..." Harry said interestedly.

"Elven transportation- you can either walk or you can teleport."

"And how do you teleport?" Harry asked.

"You concentrate really hard on where you want to go, visualize yourself standing there, and you will be."

"Should I try?" Harry asked.

"Yes," responded Ayden.

Harry closed his eyes, as he felt he could concentrate better with them closed. He pictured himself in a spot across the room, and concentrated on that image. He felt a tingling sensation that reminded him of the witch-burning essay that he'd written for Snape, and when he opened his eyes, Ayden was across the room from him.

"I did it!" he exclaimed, proud of himself.

"Now come back over here," Ayden said, and Harry obliged, taking less time this time.

"Very good!" exclaimed Ayden. "I expected you to learn quickly, but not that quickly. I wonder..."

"Wonder what, sir?"

"If you might be... never mind. Now, when most elves teleport, they disappear with a slight pop. For some reason, you do not."

"That's odd," Harry said as he added it to the mental list of things that he had to tell Dumbledore."

"Now, seeing as we've covered how to teleport, I need to warn you of a few things. If your mind isn't entirely void of thought except for that one place you'd like to go, you could end up somewhere else."

"Okay," said Harry. "So, that's it?"

"For teleportation- its complicated to actually do, and it takes most elves a few months to learn. You on the other hand, got it on your first try. The rest is fairly simple, and we've covered all of it, so we're going to move on to invisibility."

"Got it."

"There are many different ways to make yourself invisible..." started Ayden, and he continued to drone on. Harry wasn't particularly paying attention. He was tired of listening to lecture after lecture. He couldn't be expected to pay full attention after all that he'd learned that day. An entire language, the basics of swordsmanship and dueling, elven customs and such, teleportation... the list went on and on.

Harry was picturing himself among his friends back at Grimnauld Place, not listening to some old guy droning on about invisibility. Harry knew he should be paying attention, but he was reminded of Binn's lessons.

"Harry?" asked a female voice, that sounded exactly like Hermione's.

A/N: Wow. Gods. Eighteen pages... this took me forever to write, cuz there's so much info that goes into it. And I was away at the beach for a week and a half with no computer, so please don't blame me for the long wait!

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ValentinesHater: I'll try to find time to read your fic- I barely have time to write mine now. But I'll get around to it eventually. Glad you like mine!

Hessian: Glad you like it! I needed a different story, because I was getting bored with mine- that's why I moved this story to the elven realm. Thanks for reviewing!

Hiyume: Lol. Remember, the sorting hat wanted to put Harry in Slytherin. Glad you like it, and thanks for the review!

Daniella Rockafella: one of my favorite reviewers! The elven language comes from a website- I have the link to it on my livejournal that I started for this site- the link to that is in my profile thing. It took me forever to find that elven translator though. I bet you know why Kaya thinks Harry's eyes look familiar too. I think it's fairly obvious. And part of the next chapter will take place in the Wizarding world (hint hint) No, some people (cough) Malfoy (cough) and I will definitely keep writing! This story is a pretty big hit...

Lady of Masbolle: hints are good- read Daniella Rockafella's response thing I wrote (right above this) for another hint. Hehe. Glad you like it!

Angelfire112: glad you love it! And yess, I knew that the 6th book will be called Half Blood Prince- I read jk rowling's site, but thanks for letting me know anyway! Hehe. Thanks for the review!

Makotochi: glad you like it! Thanks for the review!

KitKat03: thanks! Glad you like it! There is a lot to digest in this chapter too, I think. Thanks for reviewing!

Tanydwr: thanks! Glad you like it! My favorite pairing is Harry/Ginny too (obviously). Glad you liked the lessons and the prank. Have any ideas for any more pranks?

Absentmindedgenius: love your screen name! Sorry for the long update- I was away without a computer. Harry wont be going back to Hogwarts to a few more chapters, but for a bit of the next chapter, he will be back in the Wizarding World.

Hpfanchrissy1502: glad you liked it! Thanks for the review!

A/N: WHEW. Those exhaust me- but they're fun to write. Please review!