-This chapter is dedicated to LiquidFyre, who encouraged me to write faster by threatening to pummel me with a penguin. Just the type of encouragement I need! Enjoy!-

(Oh yes, and I forgot to mention that even though the characters, items, places, and events that you recognize from the books aren't mine, everything else (i.e. the elves, other people you don't recognize, items and or spells you don't recognize, the plot, etc. If you want to use ANY of it, you need my permission first. Now, onto this chapter. Hehe- sorry about all the disclaimer stuff...)

-----

"Hermione?" Harry asked. She was sitting in an armchair at Grimnauld Place, with a book on her lap.

"Harry!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I've been so worried about you! Where did Professor Dumbledore take you? And what are you wearing?"

"You mean you don't know?" Harry asked.

"No, he wouldn't tell us!"

"I am training in the Elven Realm," Harry said. "And as for my clothing, it's an Elven training robe."

Hermione gasped.

"Wow..." she breathed. "But if you are in the Elven Realm, why are you here?"

"I was in training and I was thinking about you guys and I just... appeared." Harry explained.

"But how could you be in training already?" Hermione asked. "It's only been like three and a half hours since Dumbledore took you to the realm, and you had extensive injuries!"

"Three and a half hours here are three-and-a-half days there." Harry explained. "But I was unconscious for the first two and a half days. But, everything is fine now. See- no more crack in my skull."

"That's wonderful Harry!" Hermione cried. "We've been worried about you."

Just then, Ron and Ginny walked into the room, heatedly discussing whether the Chudley Cannons would make it to the World Cup. Apparently, Ginny figured there was no way in hell that was going to happen, and Ron was sure they would, because of their new chaser.

When they saw Harry, their mouths dropped open.

"Harry!" Ginny squealed and embraced him in a huge hug. "I was worried about you! Dumbledore wouldn't tell us where you went! And WHAT are you wearing?"

"Yeah, this sounds familiar." Harry said to himself, and laughed. He wasn't too eager to get back to the bore-fest that awaited him with Ayden, so he figured he could stay for a little. If he timed it just right, he could leave in fourty-five minutes and be right on time for his next sword-fighting lesson, the most interesting one.

"So, where were you?" Ron asked eagerly. "And how'd you get here?"

"Well, I was in training in the Elven Realm and I was thinking about you guys, and suddenly, I was here. I think I teleported by accident- I'll have to work on that. As for what I'm wearing, as I already explained to Mione, it's an elven training robe."

"Teleported?" Ron asked dumbly.

"Teleportation," Hermione said. "Seriously, Ron. You should read more. Teleportation is the elven way of apparating. Much harder to do, but much less complicated to understand."

"Harry, you learned how to teleport in one day?" Hermione asked, as an afterthought.

"One day? Mione, he's only been gone for a few hours!" Ron exclaimed.

"Time difference, Ron," Hermione said. "So, you learned how to teleport in one day?"

"Um..." Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Actually, in about two minutes."

"Don't they, like, speak a different language there?" asked Ron.

"Yeah, dummy." Ginny responded. "Elven."

"You know any?" Hermione.

"Yeah, about half. All of the commonly spoken words."

"You learned elven in a day?" Ron asked.

"No, about an hour and fifteen minutes. I have absolutely no idea how I did it."

"Harry, that is definitely not normal," Hermione said.

"Yeah, Bael said it was because I was a mage."

"Two questions, Harry." Ginny spoke up. "Who's Bael and, YOU'RE A MAGE?"

"Bael is one of my trainers, and yes, I'm a mage."

"That's so awesome, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "I read a book on mages one time, and it said that they could think something and it would appear."

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Harry? Could you think me up a Firebolt?" Ron asked eagerly. "That would show that Malfoy. Still riding a Nimbus 2001." Ron scoffed.

"Sure," Harry said, and concentrated on a brand new Firebolt sitting on the floor. Then, it was there.

"Wow..." Ron said as he went over to examine the broomstick. "Thanks Harry!"

"Um... Harry?" Hermione asked. "Could I ask you a favor? There's this book on the protective charms around Hogwarts that I wanted to read, but they only made two copies ever. One got destroyed in a fire, and the other, the Malfoy's just bought. Could you think me up a copy?"

"Hang on, do you have a picture of the book? I need to know what it looks like."

"Yeah," Hermione said. "Here." She pulled out a catalogue filled with pictures of books.

Harry concentrated on the Malfoy's copy lying on the floor. He figured that they probably hadn't had time to read it, and he didn't want them to. They would give Voldemort the information on how to break the charms, and then even Hogwarts wouldn't be save. And seeing as he owned Hogwarts, he didn't really want it being destroyed, not that he would have before, though.

"Wow! Thank you, Harry! Thank you!" Hermione walked over to the book and picked it up. Ron was still looking at the Firebolt.

Harry had another thought. That book had all of the information on the wards and such of Hogwarts. What if Hermione lost it, or it got stolen? Harry then had an idea.

He pictured a copy of the book in his own hands, and when it appeared, he slipped it into the pocket of his Elven robes. Then he pictured Hermione's copy having a self-destruct charm on it. As soon as she had read the entire thing, it would ignite, and burn itself to ashes. Then the ashes would disappear. He warned Hermione of this.

"Want anything while I'm here, Gin?" Harry asked, turning toward here. He wanted his girlfriend to be happy.

"I want you to stay here, Harry." Ginny said. "But I know you can't."

"Ginny, I'll be back in a few weeks! Start of the term, I'll be there."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Okay, good."

Harry thought hard about what he could give Ginny. He wanted to give her something special. He remembered the dragon on his shield, and the elven pendant he was wearing.

Harry concentrated hard on the image of a pendant similar to his, but with gold trim and a red, ruby gem. It had different magical powers than his. Harry had thought of it being a protective pendant. As long as Ginny was wearing it, she couldn't be hit with any spells intending to harm her, and if a Death Eater tried to touch her, they'd get the feeling of the Cruciatus Curse. Engraved in the stone was the same solid gold dragon as on Harry's shield, and on the back of the pendant, "Love, Harry" was engraved, as well as the date. Harry pictured it clenched in his fist.

"Here, Gin." Harry said, handing her the pendant. "Something to remember me by, while I'm away for these few weeks."

"Oh, Harry! It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "I'll wear it all the time!"

"The pendants are elven- see, I have one," Harry said, showing her his. "The dragon on yours is engraved on my shield."

"Your shield?" Ginny asked, and Harry realized he'd have to tell her about his sword fighting lessons, which he'd rather not, because then she'd worried.

"Yeah, my shield." Harry said. Then he decided he really didn't want to tell her about sword fighting lessons, so he said. "Every elf that goes into training gets a shield."

"Oh," Ginny said, buying it completely. It was half-true. Every elf in training eventually got to sword fighting, and then got a shield.

"Yeah," Harry said. Hermione and Ron set their gifts down and joined them. Harry told him about all the people he was staying with and his new elven friends.

"Just don't get another best friend," Ron warned.

"And I want you to stay away from the girls." Ginny said, a bit jealously.

"Ginny, you are the only one I want to be with right now," Harry said reassuringly.

A few minutes later, Harry was the one asking questions.

"So, do you know who knows where I've been?" he asked.

"Only Dumbledore, and now us. He wouldn't tell us," Ron said.

"You mean, he didn't tell the order, at least?"

"Nope- he says that the less people know, the less of a chance Voldemort finding out. That's why he refused to tell us." Ginny piped in.

"Okay, well, I suppose that is a bit of a good thing, that not many people know."

"It'll be a shock for people back at school when they find out," Ron said, sniggering.

"Yeah, that'll be fun," Harry said sarcastically, as an owl swooped in through the window.

"Um... Harry?" Hermione said nervously, as the owl dropped the Daily Prophet in her open palm.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"You might want take a look at this," Hermione said, handing over the prophet.

The headline read, "Boy-Who-Lived or Boy-Who-Is-Dying?"

"Oh god," Harry said. "Just what I needed, for the ENTIRE WIZARDING WORLD to know what happened!"

Harry began to read the article aloud. "Harry James Potter, the boy-who-lived, the savior of light, Hogwarts' own Golden Boy..."

Ron sniggered. "Golden Boy?"

"Ugh," Harry replied, but continued reading. "...Golden Boy, was spotted in Saint Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries this morning, being carried Albus Dumbledore out of a wing of the hospital. He appeared to be unconscious, and severely beaten..."

-------

Downstairs, Sirius and Remus were reading the article, also. "...and severely beaten, but Dumbledore would offer no comments. A spokesperson for Saint Mungo's revealed that he had in fact been there over a week, and had been unconscious most of the time. As one can see in the picture above, Mr. Potter is seriously injured. His healer's would not reveal what the extent of Harry's injuries was, but the Daily Prophet always gets their story. We found out from an inside-source that..."

Sirius than said, "At least Harry isn't here to see this... I wish I knew where he was, though."

-------

Draco Malfoy sat in the parlor of Malfoy Manner reading the story to himself, sniggering as he read. "...from an inside-source that wished to remain Anonymous that Mr. Potter's injuries include five broken ribs, two black eyes severe enough that it had caused Harry's eyes to swell shut, an extremely large crack in the back of his skull extending to the side, a large amount of glass and thorns embedded in his back, and a damaged liver and spleen... Haha Potter... You are dying... Haha."

-------

Luna Lovegood picked up the Prophet, and skipped down to halfway through the article. She was so queer, that she never read the beginning of anything besides her father's reports on Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. "...damaged liver and spleen. We have also received information that the extent of his injuries were just too great for Saint Mungo's to do anything about without risking killing him."

That was all Luna read, before she said, "Oh, what rubbish. Every one knows that the Daily Prophet makes all of these stories up. I mean, otherwise they'd have pieces on Crumple-Horned-Snorkacks and Green-Bellied Sporkle-Dings..."

-------

Snape continued reading the article. "...without risking killing him. Ministry Officials say this was a case of child abuse. Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge has issued a statement saying this is in no way related to he-who-must-not-be-named, and Albus Dumbledore has been quoted as saying 'It doesn't.' Potter has been living..."

"Stupid Potter and his stupid fame," Snape said, although when he had seen the photo, he had realized something. Potter hadn't grown up like the spoiled prince he'd thought he had. He'd grown up as the Dursley's slave, being physically and emotionally abused.

-------

Collin Creevey sobbed as he watched the picture of Dumbledore carrying Harry out of Saint Mungo's. There was no doubt about it to him, that was definitely Harry in the picture. Collin took out a pair of scissors, and cut the picture and the article and added it to the bulletin board full of moving pictures of Harry that he kept in his room. How could his hero be that badly hurt? Harry Potter had to live, he thought. Hogwarts would be nothing without him to follow around.

-------

"Potter has been living at his muggle Aunt and Uncle's house for the past sixteen years," read Minerva McGonagall. "The Prophet went to this property to see if we could get a statement, but the thing Harry's Uncle Vernon said repeatedly was, "Get out of my house you freaks." We here at the Daily Prophet wonder why the-boy-who-lived was living with such people..."

Minerva sobbed. "I never knew..."

-------

"...living with such people. This reporter noticed a few signs at the Dursley's house that further supported the Ministry Official's statement that this is a case of Child Abuse," read Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas sitting next to him listening "For one thing, as earlier stated, Harry's injuries included a large amount of glass and thorns embedded in his back. The Dursley's front window was completely shattered, and thorns, glass, and blood stains littered the living room floor..."

"He always seemed like such a happy person," Seamus said to Dean. "I mean, except for when he had those vision things from you-know-who. Who would have ever thought that Harry had such a bad life outside of Hogwarts?"

-------

"We believe that this is too big of a coincidence to not be relevant to the investigation. Also, Harry's bedroom, which is about the size of a closet, had spots of blood on the carpeting, and blood marks running down the walls. The window was wide open, and dry blood covered the sill, and the thorn bush below it. Harry's Uncle, we noticed, had a black and blue hand, perhaps from punching Mr. Potter one too many times in the ribs..." Madame Pomfrey read. "No wonder he didn't complain as much at my foul-tasting remedies..."

-------

"...in the ribs. There was blood marks on the sidewalk out front of their house. The large crack in his skull was most likely caused by Harry falling out of his window- or being pushed." Voldemort laughed menacingly. One of his Death Eaters had showed him the article. "Maybe if I'm lucky, his Uncle will have just finished him off for me."

-------

"We here at the Daily Prophet believe that Harry has been taken to a Miracle Cure facility in the south of France. We hope that our savior does not pass on, and wish him best of luck on his recovery. Turn to page five for a full summary of his life so far." Harry finished, casting a dark look when he saw the author. "Skeeter..."

"Oh, that witch!" Ginny squealed. "Mione- you should have squashed her when you had the chance!"

"I'm beginning to think that I should have!" Hermione yelled in frustration.

"Did she have to be so bloody about it?" asked Ron. "I mean "spots of blood on the carpeting, and blood marks running down the walls. The window was wide open, and dry blood covered the sill." That's disgusting!"

"I bet Malfoy's having a good laugh," Harry said.

Draco Malfoy had just finished reading the article.

"Ugh," he said. "That's disgusting."

What he didn't realize was that Ron Weasley had said the exact same thing, at the exact same time as he did. If he had known this, he'd probably have hexed Ron into the next year.

"Oh well, disgusting or not, Potter is going to die!" he said excitedly.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.

"What?"

"Just because you don't exactly get along with each other doesn't mean he's hoping you will die!"

"Yes he is, Mione. Look." Harry thought up a mirror that would show him what Malfoy was doing then.

The mirror lit up, and a slightly blurred Draco came slowly into focus. He was still in the parlor. The odd thing was, he was not acting like the cold, serious person they thought he was. He was dancing around a chintz armchair, singing "Potter's gonna die, Potter's gonna die" in a high pitched voice.

The mirror dimmed, and Draco fell out of focus again.

"See?" he told Hermione.

"Oh, I'm gonna get that ferret someday..." she said.

They went downstairs, and Harry talked for a while with Sirius and Remus. They were very surprised to see him, especially since minutes ago they were saying they were glad that Harry wasn't there because of the article. They repeated the commonly asked questions, about where he'd been, and his clothing. Harry explained again, what had happened so far.

"Oh, I read that..." Harry had told Sirius and Remus when they asked about the article. He sounded angry. Soon enough, Harry figured that he better get back to the elven realm.

"I'll try to visit in a few week's your time. About a year in mine. I really need to focus on my training." Harry said.

They understood. Harry was about to teleport himself back, when he heard Dumbledore's voice in the back of his head.

'Harry?'

Harry thought back, 'Dumbledore? Why are you in my head?'

'To tell you that you must obliviate Ronald, Ginevra, Hermione, Sirius, and Remus. They cannot know about you being in the Elven Realm, for reasons that I will explain later.'

'If you are sure, sir...' Harry trailed off.

'You must do this Harry. You will understand later. Good luck.' Dumbledore said, and his voice left his head.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"I'm sorry I have to do this, but I'll explain later. Obliviate maxima!"

Harry quickly pictured himself in Bael's room, figuring it was time for his sword fighting lesson.

"My! There you are!" Bael said. "Everyone was wondering where you got to!"

"I accidentally teleported myself to the Wizarding World during Ayden's lesson on invisibility. I got bored."

"Yeah, well you can't just go disappearing like that. Ayden said one second you were there, and the next you weren't. And I've heard that you teleport without the 'pop.' That's impressive!"

"Yeah, I've heard that quite a lot lately." Harry commented. "So, what time is it anyway?"

"Eleven-fourty five. You missed most of your morning classes," said Bael.

'I must have timed it wrong,' Harry said. 'Oh well.'

"So, I suppose we'll get in what we can in the last ten minutes of Wandless Magic before lunch."

"Okay."

"Okay, we left off yesterday at me telling you that you were a mage, if I remember correctly. And then you turned me... pink" Bael said 'pink' as if it was the most revolting thing in the world.

"It looks good on you, Bael." Harry teased. "Maybe I should do it again..."

"You do, you die." Bael said seriously, and then laughed. "So, I think we need to talk about why you accidentally found yourself in the Wizarding World, and how you can prevent that from happening again."

"Yeah," Harry agreed.

"You cannot allow your mind to wander during lessons like that." Bael explained. "You were picturing yourself with your friends, and you can't do that, or you will teleport."

"Mmm-hmm." Harry said.

"You can think about your friends, you just can't picture yourself with them..."

Bael launched off into a long explanation of how he could go about avoiding teleporting when he didn't want to. Harry did his best to pay attention, and absorbed a lot of information.

Soon, however, it was time for lunch. Harry left Bael's room, and went down to the lunch area, soon realizing that he had no lunch. This didn't bother him, because he had technically eaten about three hours before. However, he was getting a bit hungry, so he thought up four chocolate chip cookies for him to eat. He walked over to Eillon's table, and sat down with them.

"Ci," Harry said. (Hey)

"My! Shaesi shaesi o?" Cassian exclaimed. (My! Where were you?)

"Eilodaelalia saelaedysaer teiraer sai si shojasol shys." Harry answered. (Accidentally teleported myself to the Wizarding World).

They all laughed.

"Shi val Quidditch sydae os shar?" asked Drevian. (We playing Quidditch today or what?)

"Os tysi shi eisi! Ber koli ti ei toleri sai maer iar si thor." Harry responded. (Of course we are! Just give me a minute to set up the field.)

"Baer caer?" asked Raquis. (Need help?)

"Ber saer aelaeseili si kasti air masol ail sael toleraer, eil sai cesia iar shor jhel." (Just tell everyone the game is starting in ten minutes, and to hurry up with lunch.)

"Shor pai," answered Raquis, as he and Drevian stood up. (Will do.)

Harry pictured a Quidditch Pitch in place of the lunch grounds, and pictured the tables all the way off to one side, the people that were on them still sitting. Imagine their surprise when suddenly a Quidditch Field appears out of nowhere, and they are sitting in a different location.

Ten minutes later, they were finished eating and Harry was about to call a start to the game, when he realized that they had no ref, and no commentator.

'I guess it wouldn't hurt if I brought Ron and Ginny here, just for today. Ginny could commentate, and Ron could referee. But I'll have to find replacements for them tonight,' Harry thought, reasoning it out. 'I'll just obliviate them afterwards, again.'

Harry concentrated on Ron and Ginny standing next to him.

"Hermione!" Ron was yelling, then paused, confused.

"Harry!" Ginny squealed spotting him. "What are you wearing? Where are we?"

"Elven Realm," Harry told them, and explained once again about his robes and training. It was beginning to get annoying. "We needed a one-time commentator and referee. I thought of you guys. But I promise, I'll leave you alone after this."

They laughed.

"Okay," Harry said. "I am going to put an elven spell on you- you will speak and understand elven so that everyone here can understand you, but you will think you are speaking English, and you will here the elves speak English."

"Cool!" Ron exclaimed. "But don't they all speak English too?"

"It gives them headaches, apparently." Harry said, remembering what Zara had said.

Harry looked at Ron and Ginny and said "salari"

"Tal o ialaesal ti?" Harry asked them. (Can you understand me?)

"Or." Ron replied.

Harry laughed.

"Shar'm mai thelia?" Ginny asked. (What's so funny?)

"Air'm ber sar mael o sai mael Aelael shael o sol o eisi maejol Aelor air colae thelia." (It's just that seeing you two speak Elven when you think you are speaking English is kinda funny.)

"Myr os, Harry." (Sod off, Harry)

"Eilelia, Ai kai shia Mydeth caesi. Tia eiraes sai codi tia aidaeloria, syl air car'r shysaer shaer mai thas." (Actually, I go by Mydeth here. My attempt to hide my identity, though it hasn't worked well so far.)

"Eisael'r o kyl sai ailydeli iar sai os thol, Mydeth?" Ginny asked, calling him by his Elven name. (Aren't you going to introduce us to your friends, Mydeth?)

"Or, sher tar ti My. Vaeri. Ai cari si basti Mydeth. Sai thysar." (Yes, but call me My. Please. I hate the name Mydeth. Too formal.)

"Mesi, My" Ginny said. (Sure, My)

"Drev, Cass, Raquis, Tahlwyn, Keth, eil Eil!" Harry called. "on on, eil Aellon tysti caesi! (Drev, Cass, Raquis, Tahlwyn, Keth, and Eil! Oh yeah, and Aellon come here!)

The team ambled over, and spotting Ron and Ginny, asked Harry who they were.

"Sor air Ginny, tia kosol. Eil sor air Ron, tia shaer tari. Ron'm vaeraesael eil Ginny'm tystaelarol." (This is Ginny, my girlfriend. And this is Ron, my best mate. Ron's refereeing and Ginny's commentating.)

"Tyr- si tystol aelaesia tar?" asked Cassian. (Cool- they coming every match?)

"Ban, ber sor oli. Ai sol Ai tol sia sai kaer Zara sai tystaelari- sol mi'r shal sai? Cyrn thas eirdae air si myr?" (Nah, just this one. I think I might try to get Zara to commentate- think she'd want to? How far away is the school?)

"Paeroloraelia, eil air'r byr thas- eil si kaer os thys sai cys thys jhel. Jhelia shydia paelor." (Definitely, and it's not far- and they get off for two hours for lunch. Lucky bloody devils.)

"Mai sael ais mi eindraer Ai'r ber baer ei vaesalael vaes. Tardi mi'r kyr ei thol..." Harry trailed off. Ron and Ginny had been watching the conversation interestedly. (So then if she agrees I'd just need a permanent ref. Maybe she's got a friend...)

"Shai'm Zara?" Ginny asked curiously. (Who's Zara?)

"Ai's jholol shor caes eil caes thastolia. Saesi'r Ariala eil Caelemar, si eider. Eil sael Zara'r sosael, Ariana air tholi, eil Karo air si." (I'm living with her and her family. There's Ariala and Caelemar, the adults. And then Zara's thirteen, Ariana is five, and Karo is three.)

"Eirn. Ai'r jhoji sai taer saes mysti pae," Ginny said. (Awww. I'd like to meet them some day.)

"Ti sai," Ron added. (Me too)

"Tardi eiraes Ai kaer shas thys Hogwarts," Harry said, and then paused. (Maybe after I get back from Hogwarts.)

"Jhaer'r kaer sor kasti masaer!" Ron exclaimed. (Let's get this game started!)

Harry took out his wand and pointed it at Ginny.

"My, shar eisi o ?" Ginny asked. (My, what are you doing?)

"Sonorous," he said, and her voice suddenly became much louder.

Harry quickly concentrated on Ginny knowing all of the elves names. He watched Ginny's expression turn bewildered as the names suddenly leapt into her mind. Harry laughed.

"O!" Ginny exclaimed, pointing at Harry. (You!)

Two minutes later, the Quaffle that Harry had conjured had been released. The teams rode Firebolts, as Harry figured that if he was going to be conjuring them from thin air, they better be the best. Harry, hundreds of feet in the air, could here Ginny's voice coming from somewhere far below.

"Cassian to Drevian, Drevian to Raquis, Raquis to Cassian, and score! Ten to zip, to the Dragons!"

Harry glanced around. No sign of the snitch yet. He watched below as the Unicorns took position of the Quaffle.

"Chaser Caelae to Corael, Corael back to Caelae, oooh, intercepted by Drevian of the Dragons! Drevian to Cassian, Cassian scores!"

Harry saw a golden glint on the other side of the field, but it disappeared before he could tell where it was.

"Valaer takes the Quaffle, passes up to Corael, who passed to Caelae at the hoop- Caelae hurls the Quaffle toward the goalposts and Eillon dives to save it! Great save by Keeper Eillon! Eillon hurls it toward Raquis, who catches it no problem and zooms up the field towards the goal posts. Raquis to Cassian, who attempts to put it through the hoop, but the Quaffle is saved by Keeper Aidaeloria!"

The Unicorns managed to score a goal on Eillon, who was distracted by the snitch hovering above his left ear.

Harry dived to catch it, but a bludger sent at him by one of the Unicorn's beaters, Kolia, forced him to duck. He continued on as the other bludger sped toward him. He dodged it at the last second and, when he reached the goalpost, the snitch zoomed away. Harry trailed it, the Unicorn's seeker Cyrytha, following him closely. He dodged another bludger, and zoomed downward after the snitch.

"Ha-Mydeth's after the snitch!" Ginny exclaimed. "With Cyrytha closely behind!"

Harry neared the ground, and leveled out. Just as he had done in his first year, he stood up on his broom. But this time, he didn't loose his balance. His fingers closed around the snitch, giving a hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor. Ron blew his whistle, signaling the end of the match.

"And the Dragons win- 170 to 10!"

The match had been commentated in Elven so the elves could better understand it, although Harry was starting to here it as English too. It was like he'd known Elven his entire life.

The match itself had only lasted about fifteen minutes, so they still had time to talk before they resumed their training for the day. Ginny and Ron came over to Harry once he touched back down on the ground and congratulated him.

"That was bloody brilliant, Harry!" Ron had commented about Harry's dive.

-------

Twenty minutes later, Harry teleported Ron and Ginny back to the Wizarding World, obliviating them on their way. While about a half an hour had passed in the elven world, only a matter of seconds had in the Wizarding World. Harry was back up in Baeldeth's room, looking at a fine selection of swords.

"I like that one," Harry said, pointing to a medieval-looking sword.

"Ah, Dragonblaze. Fully tempered, high carbon steel blade, and cast metal grip covered with leather. Measures fourty-five inches overall, blade length thirty-five and three-fourths inches. Weighs three pounds. Guardian sword, that is."

Harry stared at Baeldeth, wondering how he could have memorized all of that. He was reminded of Mr. Ollivander, who knew every wand he'd ever seen.

"That's the finest Guardian sword in the kingdom, My." Bael elaborated.

"What's a Guardian sword?" Harry asked curiously.

"It is a type of magical sword that has spells and enchantments on it that makes it be able to speak to its owner. This particular sword hasn't chosen an owner yet. Every elf in training has tried. I suppose you can, if you want."

"What'll happen if I'm not its owner?"

"It will set your hand on fire when you touch it. But I can magically heal that in seconds."

"And in the slim chance that I AM its owner?"

"I'm not sure," Bael admitted. "But I figure that it won't hurt, seeing as this is a Guardian Sword, not an evil sword or something like that."

Harry cautiously moved his hand toward the sword, and touched the handle. He then stared in shock as the sword sent silver flames at his hand, and then engulfed itself in the same flames as well.

A/N: That chapter was surprisingly hard to write, for some reason. Oh well. My updates are going to get less frequent because school has started for me. High school- joy... But please stick around. I assure you, the wait will be worth it! Review responses now:

David M. Potter: glad you like it! You assumed correctly! Hehe- hope you liked the little bits of training I put in today, though it was mainly that article and Quidditch. I dunno if I should be giving this hint, but the answer is yes to the question you asked. Hopefully that doesn't give away too much to other people! And I love how you are calling Voldemort Moldishorts.

Hpfreakout: glad you liked it! Hope I didn't take too long updating! The sword fighting lessons are particularly easy to write because I fence. Yeah. It's actually quite fun! And in many ways similar to sword fighting. I think I will have Harry do some fencing too... Anyway, thanks for the review!

Volleypickle16: glad you liked it! Thanks for the review!

Tanydwr: Yes, Harry WILL be using his invisibility while pranking later in this stories, as well as his other newly-found powers. I am sad to say that won't be for a few chapters, though. Glad you like it!

Callie Marie Black: glad you like it! I will most definitely keep it up, but if my updates get less frequent, it's because of school. Yes, there will be some Harry/Ginny fluff later on. I promise, nothing like that dream will actually happen. It would be killing off too many people too fast! Hehehehehe.

Muggle: love your username! Glad you like the story!

Alicia Grinderwald: glad you like it! Sorry if the updates aren't frequent enough...

Nogoalielikeme: glad you love it! Definitely a new meaning to pretty in pink. Hehe. Thanks for the review! I love reviews...

GoldenWing: like your screen name! Glad you like my story- I write for the people. (bows) LOL. Sorry if it took too long to update, but it's been really tough lately- I've got sooooo much homework from school, and its only the first week. I am lucky to have ANY spare time, so my chapters might be a little less frequently updated.

Discombobulatedperson: shorter chapters? That might actually work- if I had shorter chapters, then I could probably update a little more frequently, though I can't promise anything. Glad you love the story! I hope I didn't take too long getting this out...

Burzrog Gurthiel: thanks for the review! LOL- I think I am starting to get a little TOO detailed if you know what I mean. This chapter is another sixteen or seventeen typed pages on word with a size ten font.

Athena Kitty: In response to your questions: Will Harry find out something new? Yes! And he will find out more and more in future chapters! But that's all I can say... How much does Harry enjoy the lesson? Depending on which one. Harry likes his classes with Kaya just fine, LOVES his lessons with Baeldeth (especially sword fighting, which is his fav. Lesson) and gets bored in his lessons with Ayden, although Ayden's lessons are important. Will Harry be able to get back to the elven realm? Yes- as you could see from this chapter. Thanks for the review!

Lady of Masbolle: Glad you like my writing! What a compliment! I write for the readers! The link to the website I use for my Elven (and I only use that site sometimes, sometimes I just make it up) is in my livejournal, and the link to that is on my profile thing. And harry's shield MIGHT have some significance. I just liked the idea of putting the dragon on his shield at the time, but I have an idea for how I could tie that into the story that I havn't decided whether to use yet.

Hpfanchrissy1502: glad you liked it! Yes, it was Hermione, as you probably know by now since you just read this chapter (grins). Thanks for the review!

Robo22: glad you like it! I will DEFINITELY keep going. Thanks for the review!

Ko: hmm... I don't think I've ever been called "bonkers"... But about how you think "the dream was stupid... ur bonkers!! :O" If you don't like it, don't read it! That's all I have to say...

Liquidfyre: Hehe- I am very evil when it comes to cliffies, as you can tell from this chapter. Haha. Your threat about pummeling me with a penguin got me writing sooner than I would have if you hadn't threatened me. Penguins rule!

Please click the magical button in the lower left corner of your screen and review! I lo-ove getting reviews!