Disclaimer: Same as always all characters are the product of the brilliant J.K. Rowling!
Chapter 6: The Past and the Future
Harry Potter renowned saviour of the wizarding world was eating breakfast when a small cream
coloured note seemed to fall out of the sky and straight into his plate of sausage and eggs.
Grimacing he picked the food covered note up and opened it.
Hie nielwei terien! Hurio and Huria Potter Llewpiel are in residence of Castle Titheyl this day. All is well. However, I do have things to speak with you about regarding the future. I will send missive later on in your evening. Tie ne greipiel hiwea de nielwei terien.
Signed HRH Queen Areisthala
House of Llewpiel XXI
Harry sighed deeply and ran his hand roughly through thick black hair. Well, he knew it had to
happen sooner or later. He had always had mixed feeling about the Elven part of his life. His
children however, were deeply immersed in it as was their birthright. When he had married Sirinae
he had known that she was Elven. He simply hadn't known that she was an Elven Princess. Harry
smiled as thought of Sirinae. He had been so in love with her he had forgotten everything else. The
only other person he had loved like that was Draco. Harry frowned as he thought of Draco. Draco
Malfoy, scion of the Most Ancient and Noble house of Malfoy. Harry hadn't seen him since a little
after the war. After Voldemort's defeat Harry had foolishly thought that he and Draco could be
together again. He soon found out however that that was not to be.
Flashback
The noise was loud and boisterous in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. Harry Potter, the savior of the Wizarding world was seated at the front of the room,
and surrounded by his friends. No longer did they attend Hogwarts but they were excited to be
back in the castle, especially as Harry had fulfilled the prophesy, and was still alive. Cheers and
screams assaulted Harry's ears as the teachers tried to claim some sort of order in the mess that
was the press, students and warriors of the war crowding the Hall.
Speeches were made to commemorate the slaying of evil in the Wizarding world and everyone
was overall cheerful and exuberant. Harry stayed and talked with his friends for a long before he
saw a white blond head begin to move towards the doors of the Great Hall. After saying his
goodbyes he quietly slipped out of the door and looked around the corridor for Draco. Seeing him
standing in a darkened corner Harry rushed over and flung his arms around a stiff Draco.
"It's over Draco! It's finally over!" Harry rejoiced as he nuzzled his face into the crook of
Draco's neck. He suddenly realized that Draco's arms were still lying stiffly at his side and he had
made no move to hold him. Harry pulled back and stared questionably into glinting silver eyes.
Draco smiled ruefully and shook his head.
"It's not over, Harry. At least not for me." Harry looked up at Draco, his face still flushed with
excitement.
"What's that mean? Of course it's over, for both of us. You can get rid of Pansy and we can be
together like we always wanted. Like I've always wanted." Harry shifted uncomfortably at the last
statement. Glancing up at Draco his eyes asked an unspoken question. At the look in Draco's
eyes his face lost all of its exuberant excitement as he slowly backed away.
"It's not what you thought. Things have changed. With father being killed it is up to me to carry
on the Malfoy name. Even as muddied as it is now. I can redeem my family, I know I can. I just
need the chance." Draco stared steadily at the floor, never once looking Harry in the eyes. Harry's
face hardened at Draco's speech. Draco had told him that he couldn't care less about the Malfoy
name and now all of a sudden he cared enough about it to give up on any future they might have
had. Fine then, Harry thought, as angry and vengeful thoughts swam through his mind.
"You know what? I don't think that this has anything to do with your precious Malfoy name. If
you don't want to be together don't be a coward, just say it!" Harry sneered ignoring the way
Draco winced at the word coward. Stiffening up his shoulders Draco straightened up and looked
Harry in the eye.
"If that's how you feel then. I'll stop being a coward and just say it; I don't want to be with
you." Draco said defiantly, his small pointed chin jutting out. Harry's face momentarily crumbled
before he turned his face away. Turning briefly back to Draco, Harry flashed him a hateful look.
Pivoting sharply, Harry strode quickly back into the Great Hall, dashing away stubborn tears
which threatened to cascade down his angrily flushed face. Harry went back to the party
celebrating Voldemort's defeat and never once looked back at Draco, and thus never noticed
when Draco slid down to the floor his body shaking and his head in his hands.
Three weeks later he stood at the Ministry's apparation point, on his way to the magical
community of New York City, in the United States. Hermione and the Weasley's waited in the
Ministry as they all bid him goodbye. Harry promised to see them as soon as he could. He was
going for extra training in DADA, Potions, Charms and several other courses. He would be very
busy for a couple of years at least. As he stepped up to the apparation floor, he glanced around
once and thought about how much he would miss his home. With a sigh he straightened his
shoulders and flashed everyone one last smile. He could have a new life in a new place. He would
be terribly busy and he hoped that would help him forget his broken heart. With that last thought in
mind he apparated to the United States.
End Flashback
Sighing, Harry shook his head as he tried desperately to forget the past. Scanning his messed
plate Harry reached over to the serving platter of eggs and refilled his plate. Breakfast passed
quickly as he noticed with worry that his children were not back yet. Even though he knew they
could probably take care of themselves better than he could, he worried about them. They were
still his children after all. He looked at his watch, which had both muggle and wizarding
components, and saw that the hand was on "Time to Teach DADA", meaning that it was 9:00.
Nodding to his fellow professors he swept out of the Great Hall and headed down to his
classroom. Well, he reasoned, Mars and Lark should be back by dinner at the very latest. With
that thought he sat at his desk and waited for the first second year class to arrive.
Mars and Lark looked at each other in apprehension as they trekked up to Castle Titheyl. They
both knew why they were here. Mars threw a half smile in Lark's direction and comfortingly
gripped her hand. As they reached the main door of the castle the large whit door flew open
exposing a long progression of men and women. As Mars and Lark walked down the hallway, the
men and women bowed deeply in respect. At the end of the hallway was an elevated altar made
of pure white marble. Mars and Lark bowed deeply in front of the blond woman, adorned in a
blood red gown, who sat upon the raised altar. The woman declined her head slightly and raised a
pale hand.
"Today we welcome Huria and Hurio Potter Llewpiel to Council and Court." The applause
from the crowd was deafening as the elves welcomed Mars and Lark. Mars and Lark were
welcomed by many of their friends from the Elven world for several minutes. As they mingled
through the large crowd, a young man who seemed only slightly older than herself caught Lark's
eye. He stood in the far left corner of the ballroom directly under a glinting chandelier which made
his long golden robe appear overly luminous. Soon enough the elves began to line up in order to
begin the dancing portion of their evening. Lark glided idly to her position in the line, assumedly
across from Mars as she always did. He was a safe dance partner for her and was in effect her
chaperone while her in the Elvin realm. She started as she heard the soft music of the ballroom
crescendo and the dancing begin. Smoothly she engaged in the dance steps that she had in essence
been taught since birth and let her mind wander. She was brought back to earth by the sound of a
throat clearing.
"If I may comment Huria Potter Llewpiel, you seem quite distracted." Lark allowed her mouth
to fall open for a second or two before she promptly shut it and looked up into brilliant silver eyes,
very much unlike her brother's sparkling blue. Her back ram shod straight Lark discreetly
surveyed the ballroom to see Mars elegantly waltzing with Lady Emseriyl. Turning back to her
dance partner she addressed the young man.
"Yes, it does seem as though you have caught me while my mind was wandering. I can assure
you I am firmly back on Earth and would appreciate a proper introduction." Lark said firmly, her
face haughty and her lips thinned sufficiently. The man looked quizzically at her before chuckling.
"Indeed, your wiseness. I am Prince Wesieyln Dasmaskus, Second Heir of the Kingdom
Crysthalis. However, I find that Prince Wesieyln tends to be too stuffy so you may call be Wes."
The man with the silver eyes smiled charmingly at Lark as he whirled her around the dance floor.
Lark pondered briefly before speaking.
"Second Heir? I was under the belief that Prince Urothea and Prince Fedoleir were First and
Second Heir of Kingdom Crythalis."
"Yes, that was the case only a mere two days ago. However, Prince Urothea has found himself
overly enthralled with a world not our own and has abdicated to Fedoleir. I am the prince's first
cousin on their mother's side. Because of this I have been promoted if you will, to the Second
Heir." Lark was silent after these revelations and finally decided in her own mind that this was
probably for the best. Urothea tended to have vacillating interests, and they never included the
Kingdom Crysthalis. Prince Fedoleir, or Feddy as she called him was one of her best friends and
he would do a much better job than Urothea. However, she was a bit concerned that Feddy
hadn't written her as soon as the events had transpired. Nor did she see Feddy anywhere in the
ballroom. Voicing these opinions to Prince Wesieyln, she was told that Feddy was attending
Council at the moment and was not able to attend the celebratory part of the weekend.
As the dance ended Wes smoothly kissed Lark's hand and led her back to the large marble dais
in the front of the Hall. As she settled into a smaller throne next to Queen Areisthala, she noticed
that Mars had left the dance immediately after her and had taken up post in his own ornate chair.
His chair however was nothing compared to hers and the Queens. Time passed quickly for Lark
and Mars as they enjoyed the party in their honor. Soon it was late into the night and the guests of
the castle were either heading home or were, as most were, settling in the many guest rooms of the
castle. Mark and Lark eventually made their way to their own bedrooms which were across the
hall from each other in the family wing of the castle. Lark was glad to finally be out of her Hurian
attire and sank gladly into her bed for a much
prized night of sleep.
