Harry Potter: Faerie Blessed

Hello everyone. I'm back with another chapter of this new story of mine. I hope you all like it so far, and that this chapter meets with your expectations. I'm open to suggestions on how to improve this fic, but I don't write lemons or limes (sexual content).

Note: parts of this story were inspired by Harry Potter and the Riders of the Apocalypse, by HunterBerserkerWolf.

Anyways, shall we begin?

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

As Arya led Harry through the forest, the young teen couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. The trees around him were more vibrant and full of life than any he'd seen in his life and small motes of light danced through their branches. He still couldn't believe that he was in this mystical forest and had just spoken with the Faerie Queen, not to mention that apparently he could do magic as well.

"So, where are you taking me?" asked Harry.

"Well," said Arya, "first, we're going to get you some decent clothes before we take you to meet with the elves about your recovery."

"Why are you doing all this for me?" asked Harry.

"You have earned the favor of our great Queen Titania," said Arya, "that alone is something that no human in history has ever been able to do. You've proven to have a pure heart and as such our Queen has chosen to help you."

"But I'm just some worthless freak," said Harry, "that's what my Aunt and Uncle always say."

"Do not listen to what those disgusting Humans think of you," said Arya, "I know for a fact that you are not worthless. If you were, you wouldn't have helped me earlier."

Harry still looked unsure, so Arya gave him a quick hug, "Don't worry. Her Majesty can see into the hearts of others and as such is an excellent judge of character. If she thinks you are special, then you are."

Harry nodded and continued to follow the Faerie girl until they reached a somewhat darker part of the forest, lit only by the glow of luminescent fungi that grew in the clearing.

"We're here," said Arya.

"My my my," said a woman's voice from above them, "it has been several millennia since a human was brought to my web. What makes you so special, boy?"

Harry looked up and saw a surprising and somewhat frightening sight.

Descending from the treetops from a glimmering thread was an attractive woman with pale skin and silver hair. However, Harry also saw that she had six glowing red eyes and that her lower body was that of a spider, the thread she was descending from being spun from her own body.

"Lady Arachne," said Arya as she bowed slightly, "we require your weaving skills. Harry here has gained favor of the Queen and she wishes for him to live among our kind, and hopes you can grant him some respectable clothes."

"Hmmm," said Arachne, "it's been a while since I've woven garments for a human, but I've been keeping up with the current human fashions, so this will be an interesting change of pace. Come back in a few hours." The spider woman began to ascend back up to the treetops where she lived in her web.

When the weaver had fully retreated into the shadows, Arya took Harry's hand and led him out of the darker part of the woods.

"I guess we should go and meet Lord Oberon now," said Arya, "follow me and stay close."

Harry nodded and the Faerie girl led the young boy through the forest, leaving the darker parts and arriving at a thick wall of trees with the only path through being guarded by two men with lithe bodies and pointed ears. The men wore light tunics and carried bows and quivers of arrows.

"Halt, human," said one of the men, "your kind is not permitted in our sacred woods."

"Peace be with you," said Arya, "this child has been blessed with the favor of Her Majesty Queen Titania, and she wishes for Lord Oberon's aid in healing him before he begins his stay here in our forest."

"A human is to live among the Elves and the Fae?" said the other guard.

"Truly the times are changing so," said the other, "very well. You shall be allowed entrance into our realm, but you will keep an eye on him, young Fae. Keep him out of trouble."

"Very well," said Arya and the two guards moved away from the entrance.

Arya led Harry through the gap in the trees and the young child could only gape at the amazing kingdom that he had just entered. Through the gap of the trees was a clearing with twisting rivers spanned by beautiful bridges that surrounded wood cabins and a great lake.

"Welcome to the kingdom of Alfheim," said Arya.

"This place is amazing," said Harry.

"Come on," said Arya, "you need to meet with the King."

Arya led Harry through the clearing, past several Elves that glanced curiously at the young human, until they arrived at the gates of the largest and most elegant villa. Upon entering, several Elven guards escorted the pair to a large room where a male Elf sat upon an ornate oaken throne with a crown of golden vines sitting upon his silver hair.

"Arya," said the man as he steepled his fingers, "tell me, what is so special about this human that Lady Titania wanted for me to meet him?"

"Lord Oberon," said Arya as she kneeled and made Harry do the same, "Lady Titania has seen fit to grant this child with her blessing and hopes you can aid in his healing before he comes to live with the Fae."

"Interesting," said Oberon. "Child, come closer."

With some encouragement from Arya, Harry walked to the base of Oberon's throne, where the elf king held a hand in front of his head, causing a diamond shape surrounding a white star to appear on his forehead where Titania had kissed him.

"Indeed," said Oberon, "you bear the mark of her blessing. Very well, if Titania deems you worthy, then I shall offer my aid. Elwin, fetch the healers for this boy."

"As you wish," said an Elven attendant before he left the room.

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When the Elf returned, Harry was brought to a room and placed on a comfortable bed with silk sheets as an Elven lady wearing white robes chanted in an archaic tongue as she waved her hands over him, during which he was placed in a deep sleep. On the side, Oberon and Arya watched as the healer cast her spells over the human child. Eventually the healer stopped with a troubled look on her face.

"What is it?" asked Oberon.

"My lord," said the healer, "The injuries on his body, many of them are several years old and have been left untreated by any form of Human medicine, but that is not the worst part."

"Elaborate," said Oberon.

"There is a strange creature, resembling a fragment of a soul that has been maimed and twisted by dark magic, that is clinging to the boy's soul like a parasite," said the healer, "it is the cause of the scar on his head."

"That kind of magic is forbidden," Arya gasped, "not even the Dark Elves or the Wraiths of the Shadowlands would dare use such an art."

"Can you remove it?" asked Oberon.

"Not alone," said the healer. "I would need the help of master level mystics to safely remove the parasite."

"I'll send for the Sages," said Oberon, "in the meantime, call our scholars and have them prepare to investigate how a Human child could become the victim of such a Dark art."

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Harry's sleeping form was taken to a marble room with white walls that had arcane runes carved into them forming an array around a pedestal that the healer placed the boy on. Four cloaked Elves entered the room and stood on points of the array that were at the four cardinal points of the room.

"We are prepared," said the one on the north point.

"Then you may begin," said Oberon before speaking in an archaic tongue, "Restrain."

Upon those words being spoken, the runes on the pedestal glowed, casting a light around Harry's body that held him inert. As if this was a signal, the four Elven Sages raised their arms and began to chant in an ancient tongue that filled the room with magic as the runes began to glow with multicolored light. The light shined onto the scar on Harry's head, and a frightening change happened.

Black sludge erupted from the scar, forming a twisted face that writhed and screamed in agony as the light poured over it. The light formed into chains that began to bind the creature as it was ripped from its place in Harry's prone body. Smoke poured from the sludge as the light burned at it and forced it to compress into itself until all that was left was a blackened rock that resembled a charred lump of coal.

Once the ritual ended, the healer picked up the rock and placed it in a special case before taking Harry back to the room to finish his healing.

As they left, Oberon summoned his scouts and asked them to look into this child and try to find out why someone would perform such a Dark Art on a young boy. From what he had seen of young Harry, perhaps it wouldn't be the worst decision he had made to help Titania train the boy.

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When Harry awoke, he found he felt better than he had felt in his entire life. The aches and pains from the beatings his Uncle had given him were gone and he felt like an immense weight had suddenly been lifted from his shoulders and he had been cleansed inside and out, making him feel light and pure.

"Wh-what happened?" asked Harry as he slowly sat up, noting that he was lying on a rather comfortable bed.

"Please drink this, young sir," said an Elven woman as she handed him a goblet with a clear liquid in it.

Harry nodded, as his throat was somewhat dry, and did so, feeling warmth and energy spread through his body as the liquid went down his throat.

"My name is Aurae," said the woman. "I am a Healer employed by the Elven Kingdom and I was the one that treated your injuries."

"Thanks," said Harry, "is that why I feel so much better now?"

"Partially," said Aurae, "we found a strange Soul Parasite attached to you and had to remove it, so you should feel a lot better now."

"Soul Parasite?" asked Harry.

Aurae nodded. "It was a fragment of another soul that was twisted and warped by Dark Magic. It attached itself to your soul through the scar on your forehead, but we removed it."

Before Harry could answer again, the door to the room opened and Oberon walked in. The Elf King nodded to the Healer, causing Aurae to leave the two of them alone.

"Tell me, child," said Oberon as he regarded Harry, "if I offered it to you, would you seek retribution against the ones who mistreated and abused you in the past?"

This would be a test for the boy. Oberon still had doubts about allowing a human to live among the Old Folk, but if he could prove that his heart was pure and without the hatred and darkness that made the Old Folk seal their borders in the olden days, then perhaps Harry would find a place in their Kingdom.

"I don't want anything more to do with them," said Harry, "they can live their lives however they want, as long as I don't have to deal with them."

Oberon smiled at the boy's answer and nodded. "Then I welcome you to our forests, young one. When you are recovered, perhaps we can have you trained in the art of the Bow."

Truly this human was different, and Oberon wondered if this was the beginning of a new age.