Disclaimer: I own the plot, though I apologize if it's been done before. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.
There and Back Again
Chapter 2: Wanyale Mar
By Jess S
Harry, known to his Elven kin (by adoption) as Prince Elerossë Tinehtelë, sighed as he watched the dawns first rays break the horizon, awakening the mystical world of the Galadrim...
He had returned only a few short days ago, after having traveled across Middle Earth for many centuries. One would think that with so much time in this world, it would feel like home. The 'young' wizard didn't know why this was not so. He suspected that it might be because he felt he still had obligations to the world he was born into, and that he'd never had a chance to say goodbye to his friends.
That would not be so here...
While he'd been traveling his foster family had been looking for a way to send him back, safely, and they had found it. They had build a gate, which, when activated, would take him home.
"Elerossë?"
Harry turned slightly, watching as Ránëwén Galathil, Haldir's youngest niece and one of his best friends in her own right, approached. She glided gracefully up the elegant stairwell to the balcony he stood upon, her midnight black hair, inherited from her mother, who'd come to them from Imladris, shimmering in the early light. Her wide violet eyes, for which she was named, watching him with concern.
"Valina arin, Ránëwén..." {Good morning} Harry replied quietly, turning back to watch the dawn.
"Le ilteera vorite na nwalya..." {You have no reason to be worried...} Violet offered, turning to watch the rising sun as well. "Lady Galadriel, – Heri Oloorin, Heru Cereborn ar Heru Elrond atistima vorite si uura enyala. Nelda o leser." {Lady Galadriel, Lord Cereborn and Lord Elrond have researched this a great deal. They care about you.} [AN: Outside of dialogue I'm calling her 'Violet' because I don't feel like typing her Elvish name every time, and that's what it actually stands for.... and according to the dictionaries I've been using, 'Oloorin' is one of Galadriel's names...]
Harry nodded, "Im hanya..." {I know...} he replied quietly, nodding. "Imser ar anwa nosse nin." {I love and trust my kin.}
There was no sound that drew the pairs attention, only a near nonexistent telepathic wave... summoning them.
"Ta luu," {It is time,} Violet offered a minute moment later, turning to the steps, her long shimmering down flowing along with her, catching and reflecting the dawns rays in a masterful display of art.
Harry nodded, offering a slight sigh as he turned, and smiling slightly as he offered a hand to one of his best friends, out of common courtesy and etiquette. "Uma, heri nin yello..." {Yes, the lady calls...}
~ * ~
It was a bereaved and strained quietus that filled the grove where the Lady of Lothlórien's mirror dwelt. There were a total of eleven people there in the grove itself, outside the Elves of the Galadrim were singing a beautiful, echoing melody... bidding their young prince farewell.
Lady Galadriel and her husband, Lord Cereborn were, of course, present to bid their foster-son farewell. Lord Elrond and his three children; his twin sons: Elladan and Elrohir, and his daughter: Arwen Undomiel, were there for similar reasons, for they, like almost everyone who had met the young wizard, regarded him as family.
Haldir was their not only in support of his niece, but also to bid his young friend goodbye, for they had become rather close during Harry's time in the Galadrim and when they'd been traveling together. The arms commander had, in fact, only traveled with Harry until they'd reached Imladris, after that he had returned to his home after that, with the reassurance that Harry now had three good traveling companions.
One of them was his niece, Violet, who had insisted on traveling with him when they met up in Imladris, where she had been visiting her relatives on her mother's side. The other two were Elrohir and Camthalion Míriel, two twin brothers native to Imladris who Harry grew rather attached to while visiting Lord Elrond.
All three of them were not here to bid their friend farewell, for they fully intended to leave with him. No amount of logic could dissuade them, so after quite a bit of debate, Harry had given in, and, regardless of his objections, he was glad that he wouldn't be leaving everything behind.
If you looked at them, you might have odd time reading them, for elves were exceptionally skilled at concealing their emotions, for they undoubtedly had much more time and practice than anyone else could attest to, and Harry had essentially been raised by them to their standards. However, when an elf is truly sad, no amount of experience can hide it. Both Galadriel and Arwen were blinking back tears, and everyone else's eyes were bright.
It was the Lady of Light who broke the silence.
"Im ilteera yana en ta iltanwe anta nin, ana farya itha niire le, Elerossë. Varna mesta an le.
Hanya tana i mel o Quendelie ullume ve o le, ar yana le iloiale ve ilenyala... Ananata il ta oia mae govannen. Aníron 'eveditham, yondo nin." {I am afraid there is nothing that I can give, to express how much I shall miss you, Harry. Safe journey to you. Know that the love of the elves shall always be with you, and that you shall never be forgotten... And you are always welcome. I pray we meet again, my son.} She murmured this farewell speech in quiet, affectionate tones that belied the sadness in her eyes. Just as she'd bid him farewell before he had left to travel Middle Earth, she bent down slightly to place a gentle, motherly kiss on his forehead, just above the scar Lord Voldemort had cursed him with. "Namárië..." {Farewell...}
Harry was blinking back tears as he nodded gratefully to his foster mother. "Hannon le, amil nin..." he replied, his voice slightly choked, before turning to his foster father.
Lord Cereborn offered a small, slightly sad, but nonetheless warm smile. "Namar, yondo nin." He murmured, "Varna mesta..." {Safe journey...}
"Hannon le, atar nin." {Thank you, father.} Harry replied quietly, before turning to the Elves of Imladris.
"Aníron na kena le mi Imladris ata, Elerossë. Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar oia tielyanna nu vilya." {We hope to see you in Rivendell again, Harry. May the Valar always protect your path under the sky.} Lord Elrond offered a slight bow to the young prince before stepping aside slightly, to allow his daughter to move forward. She did so, immediately kneeling down to envelope Harry in a tight embrace, which he sank down to slightly to return.
"Ilvoro umbar lyaa, Elerossë. An ilnoa nin i-Dhúath ú-orthor or le." {Never doubt yourself, Harry. For I do not think the Shadow shall ever hold sway over you.} And with that softly spoken assurance, the Lady of Imladris rose to her feet, and backed away, quickly bringing a hand up to her cheek to brush the lone tear that had escaped her efforts away.
Touched as he was, Harry could only nod in reply before turning his attention to Elladan and Elrohir. Both simply smiled and offered silent farewells in the form of nods, which he returned, before turning to Haldir.
The Galadrim's Arms Commander, who had not only taught him how to fight, but had then also traveled by his side for several centuries as he explored this world, met his eyes before speaking. "Uume ilenyala si amar." {Do not forget this world.} He murmured, nodding to his niece to indicate that his words were for her as well.
Both nodded in reply, Harry offering a soft, "Ilvoro" {Never}, spoken so softly that the Elves wouldn't have heard it if not for their kindred's acute hearing.
There were several moments of silence before Lord Elrond murmured, "Ta luu..." {It is time...}
His mother-in-law sighed. "Illaa..." {Of course...} she murmured, turning toward her mirror, and thereby facing the archway they'd constructed behind it. She joined hands with her husband and her son-in-law and they began murmuring together, concentrating to draw the power of the Earth, of the Valar, to them. [AN: I'm not translating that here, because it's a spell. It'll be translated at the end.]
"Tûr o în amar,
Tûr o i Valar,
Lasto beth daer;
Panta aksa o lyaa nosse!"
As they chanted, the archway began to glow, brighter and brighter, until it framed a wall of light...
"Kirya e!"
The light flashed several times, before solidifying and beginning to grow in intensity...
"Varya e! "
Now the portal was a wall of completely white light, although the glow around the archway was closer to silver.
"Kalya kala foa nosse oiale!"
As the portal released another burst of light, the Elven rulers trembled slightly, struggling to hold on to the power they'd summoned. The rings on Galadriel and Elrond's fingers almost seemed to glow...
Galadriel turned her head slightly to the foursome that was waiting to depart. "Namárië..." she murmured, nodding them onward.
Harry nodded in response, walking forward. He stopped just outside of the portal, turning back to his foster family. "Hannon le," he murmured, taking one last breath of the Galadrim's air, before stepping through the dimensional portal.
Violet and the twins followed in his wake.
~ * ~
It wasn't a second past midnight, for Harry's watch, from its place on the table beside the tiny bed in the smallest bedroom on the second floor of number four, Privet Drive, was still beeping when a small window of light appeared in the ceiling and four people fell through. Harry fell through first, landing softly on the ground, thanks to his Elven training and years of using that training. Violet came through only half a second after him, landing right beside him. Both of them quickly rolled to the side as the twins came through together, also landing on their feet with no sound whatsoever. And then the portal was gone, leaving the room almost completely silent.
All four immediately turned to the only thing that disturbed the night's silence, their eyes settling on Harry's wristwatch just as it stopped beeping. Sharp eyes noted the smoke that was rising from the candles atop the fresh birthday cake.
Noting the writing on top of the cake, the three elves turned to their Wizarding friend.
"Elerossë?" Violet inquired softly, her voice only loud enough to reach the room's occupants.
Harry was still looking around... The owls that had delivered his 'fifteenth' birthday presents were still there, watching him. All of the letter's he'd opened and set upon his bed after reading were still there, just as he'd left them. "Illuume ta wanwie..." {No time has past...} he murmured, hardly daring to believe it. "Uuneuna!" {Not a moment!}
His companions blinked.
Certainly, they'd been told that there was a possibility of that very same thing occurring, but none of them had expected it! It was almost too good to be true!
And not so good, on the other side... For it made the truth all that much harder for people to believe.
'Harry Potter' was known to this world as a teenage-wizard who was entering his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But, while he was technically physically fifteen-years-old, he wasn't mentally! He'd seen too much! Experienced too much! Done too much, to ever be considered a minor... He was young in Elven terms, certainly, but not in mortal/human terms!
But, with no time having past while he'd been gone... how were they to convince his world of that?... Was it even possible?
~ * ~
It was early the next morning, when the Dursleys were sitting down to breakfast in the dining room of number four, Privet Drive. Mr. Dursley was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck and a very large, while his wife, Petunia, was thin, and blonde, with twice the usual amount of neck. They were Harry's Uncle and Aunt. His cousin, Dudley, did resemble them, they were always happy to say, although Harry could never really figure out why. Dudley had his mother's blonde hair, and his father's physique. The only difference was Vernon Dursley only looked somewhat overweight. Dudley Dursley could easily be mistaken for a pig in a wig. Numerous diets enforced by his school nurse hadn't helped, although he had begun to lose a little weigh that year, when he started boxing.
As far as the Dursleys knew, this morning should be no different then any other, aside from the fact that it was their nephew's birthday, which they didn't really care about nor take notice of. When 'Harry' himself came down for breakfast, was the Dursley's first clue that this was not a normal morning...
Mrs. Dursley was the first to see him, she'd stopped, her glass of orange juice half-way up to her thin lips, and stared, not recognizing him. Her distraction soon drew her husband's eyes to the kitchen door as well, and, after several minutes, Dudley, noticing his parent's unusual silence, also turned to look.
"Good morning, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, Dudley." Harry murmured quietly, letting only a small amount of his acquired Elven accent leak through.
Mrs. Dursley dropped her glass while Mr. Dursley dropped his fork, and Dudley simply stared, not noticing as the large chunk of sausage on his fork fell off.
Harry, apparently not noticing, or ignoring, their shock, offered a pleasant smile as he entered the room, crossing over into the kitchen and opening a cupboard to take out two of the small glasses. He then went over to the fridge, opened it, and took out the jug of orange juice filling to the two cups, before returning the jug and closing the door. He then walked over to the dining room table and offered his aunt one of the glasses.
Wordlessly, Mrs. Dursley accepted it, still staring at her nephew.
And they certainly had a reason to stare...
The 'young' man who stood before them resembled their nephew, but only just. He didn't fit any of the words they'd use to describe his former appearance.
He wasn't short anymore... He was a few inches taller than when they'd last seen him, which had been the day before... they thought.
He wasn't scrawny... Somehow is face had filled out slightly, and his appearance was that of a healthy young man. His shoulders had broadened and his muscles had toned from centuries of fighting...
He moved with a grace and confidence they'd never thought to associate with the boy.
He wasn't wearing his glasses either... Making his magnificent, emerald green eyes all the more noticeable.
And his hair... had actually calmed down. It looked a little longer, a little shinier, and a little darker... but more importantly; it wasn't all over the place!
"H-H-Harry?" Mrs. Dursley broke the silence.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" Harry replied, taking another sip of his juice, while leaning back slightly against the counter.
It was then that his relatives noticed his attire. A sleek, shimmering white vest over loose, forest-green pants and a forest-green shirt with a folded collar. His boots were partially hidden by the pants, but they were obviously very shiny, and very expensive...
"How... what...?"
Harry smiled slightly at his aunt's bewilderment. "As you can see," he began. "I've gone through a few changes, as of late..."
The look on all of their faces quite clearly said, 'Yeah, no kidding!'
"And I'm afraid I'm going to need your help adjusting-"
"Help...?" Mr. Dursley choked, "Help?!" he demanded, rising to his feet, his face reddening. "How dare you?! You do this... this..."
"Magic?" Harry offered, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! That!" his uncle continued, looking even more infuriated. "That! In my house and you have the... the... gall to come and ask for our help! An-"
"Ask?" Harry blinked, "Who said I was asking?" he effectively shut his uncle up with his quiet inquiry.
Vernon Dursley didn't no why, but something about the way his nephew had made that inquiry... the way he now stood... the way he raised his right eyebrow sardonically... made him look dangerous... And it made the 'older' man suppress shudder.
"As a matter of fact," Harry continued after a moment's silence. "I'm afraid we don't have the luxury of asking."
"What-?" Dudley began, but was cut off by his mother.
"'We'?" Mrs. Dursley demanded quietly, watching him fearfully.
"Yes," Harry nodded, "we." He turned slightly toward the door, and called, "Mellon nin?"
A moment later, his three companions entered the kitchen, and the room was suddenly quite a bit full. Not that the Dursleys really noticed as they stared at the trio. Considering how Harry's appearance had startled them, it was a wonder they didn't go into complete shock upon meeting the three elves.
It was all too obvious that these three were far from the Dursley's comfortable zone of 'normal'... They may not know what an elf is, but no human could be as attractive as these three, although Harry, undoubtedly from living with and amongst them for so long, did.
Their long, dark, shiny hair hid their pointed ears, but it didn't hide their delicate, aristocratic features, or their pale, almost glowing skin. It didn't hide the fact that all three of them were quite tall, or the fact beautiful was the only description that could possibly fit them. Of course, it was clear that the two males were twins, for they were identical. And, even on her home world, amongst her own kind, Violet was unusually fair, with her exotic eyes and her incredibly dark hair.
"Who...?" Again, his aunt broke the silence.
Harry had to wonder if she recovered a little more quickly than the rest of her family because she was related to, and had grown up with his mother. Shaking that idle curiosity away, he answered her mostly unasked question. "Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, Dudley, meet Eric and Christopher Aeternas, and Violet Galathil." He introduced. The four of them had decided early that it would probably be good idea if they didn't all go by their Elven names. For one thing, they would be hard for most people to pronounce. For another, there were an Elven people that sounded very similar to, if not identical to the Elves of Middle Earth, in this world, but none of them had been seen, by wizards or anyone else, in over a thousand years. That information was based upon the Hogwarts Library, which thanks to Hermione's cleverness, Harry had had with him on his journey, and Galadriel's mirror and legends.
The elves nodded politely in greeting, but otherwise remained silent.
"Now..." Harry continued, "as I was saying before, I'm afraid we're going to need to make a few changes. And we'll need your help to do it."
~ * ~
It was several hours later, in the late afternoon that saw Arabella Figg leap out of a taxicab, and throw a handful of pounds at the driver, before hurrying down Grimmauld Place, London. After passing number eleven, she made a beeline for a battered door marked '13' that had suddenly appeared out of thin air. She hurried up steps that had yet to appear, and slammed her fist on the door several times.
As she waited for it to be answered, the rest of the house appeared. Dirty walls and grimy windows stretched out, seeming to make up an inflating house, taking up room that wasn't their, and pushing the two houses alongside it, both of which were firmly set in the ground, aside.
After waiting a moment, she slammed her fist on the door several times again, tapping her foot impatiently and breathing heavily, not noticing the snowy-white owl that flew into one of the houses upper windows.
"I'm coming... I'm coming!" A voice called from inside, and a moment later the door was yanked open by an obviously irritated Mrs. Weasley. "What is - 'Bella?" she gasped, her eyes widening as she stepped aside to allow the older woman the entrance she sought.
"I have to speak to Dumbledore!" Mrs. Figg explained by way of explanation, as she hurried past the redhead and down the barely lit hall to the dining room, where a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix was taking place.
Mrs. Weasley quickly slammed the door and hurried after her, stopping for only a fraction of a second at the bottom of the stairs to tell her identical twin sons to get back up stairs.
~ * ~
The Black Dining Room was currently very quiet as the members of the Order of the Phoenix awaited Mrs. Weasley's return. They were more than a little surprise when Arabella Figg came in before her.
"Ah, Arabella..." Dumbledore frowned, looking the elderly Squib over. "Is something the matter."
"Yes," Mrs. Figg replied with a nod, breathing heavily, "Yes, there is..."
"Is it Harry?" Sirius Black demanded, looking more than a little concern. His concern was clearly shared by almost everyone else in the room, as they awaited her answer apprehensively.
When Mrs. Figg nodded, still breathing in deep gasps, exerted from the rush over, Dumbledore asked, "What happened, Arabella? Is Harry alright?"
Mrs. Figg nodded, still breathing heavily, but making an effort to speak nonetheless. "Yes, at least I think he is..."
"Then what happened?" Remus asked the question on everyone's minds.
"They moved."
Several moments' silence followed her answer, before Professor McGonagall coughed slightly. "I beg you pardon?" she asked.
"The Dursleys," Mrs. Figg clarified, "they moved!"
"What... what do you mean 'they moved'?" Sirius demanded.
"Exactly that!" Mrs. Figg glared, clearly becoming exasperated. "When I made my first round by their house this morning at seven o'clock there was a lot of activity inside, so I hung around for awhile, to see what was going on... Around nine a moving van pulled up, they brought everything out, loaded it up... got into their car... and left."
Everyone blinked at her for several seconds before Remus asked. "What about Harry?"
Mrs. Figg frowned, "I... I'm not sure. I never saw him this morning... which is odd," she shook her head, "usually they try to pile as much physical labor onto him as possible... but I didn't see him out at all... even their oaf of a son was working, but I never saw Harry come out." She shook her head again, "But he must have been with them, because I went inside after they left and the house was totally empty..."
"You just walked in?" A young witch in Ministry robes asked.
"Yes, Tonks," Mrs. Figg rolled her eyes. "I 'just walked in'." She shrugged, "They put a for sale's sign up before they left, so there was nothing wrong with it..."
"So they just... moved?" 'Tonks' asked.
"Yes, Tonks, 'they just moved'." Mrs. Figg replied.
"Well... this is certainly a surprise," Professor McGonagall murmured. "At least, I assume it is. Did you have any hint that they might be moving?"
Figg shook her head, "None at all... well, Dursley himself always wanted to move. Go into the city and buy a townhouse... But he never had enough money." She shook her head again, "I can't imagine where they suddenly got it from..."
A knock on the closed door to the hallway drew their attention.
Mrs. Weasley sighed, rising to her feet and crossing to the door to see what her children, for it couldn't be anyone else, thought was important enough to interrupt an Order meeting after all of her warnings. She opened the door and raised an eyebrow. Ron and Hermione stood their, Fred and George right behind them, and Ginny was watching from the bottom of the stairs. "What is it?" she asked, deciding to give them a chance to explain themselves before tearing into them.
"Harry!" both fifteen-year-olds replied.
Mrs. Weasley blinked, "I beg your pardon?"
"It's Harry!" Ron repeated, waving a piece of parchment at her.
"He just wrote to us, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione explained, "we thought it might be important..."
"Oh... well..."
"Let them in, Molly."
Mrs. Weasley sighed, but obeyed the Headmaster's order nonetheless, stepping back to let the five of them in.
Once they stood in the center of the room by themselves, Mrs. Weasley having returned to her seat after shutting the door, and Mrs. Figg having taken the seat Professor McGonagall had conjured for her, Dumbledore offered a slight smile. "Now, what exactly has Harry written to you?"
"He moved!" Ron said, a little loudly, before Hermione could reply, obviously a little nervous at having a room full of adults staring at him.
"Yes," Dumbledore nodded, "Anything else?"
All five teenagers frowned, obviously disappointed by the fact that this news had had absolutely no affect on the Order members.
"Do you happen to know how or why Mr. Potter's relatives decided to move?" Professor McGonagall inquired.
Immediately, Hermione nodded, "Yes... He said his aunt and uncle have always wanted to move... And his Uncle won the lottery last week so they decided to use the money for that."
The Order members absorbed this thoughtfully.
"Does that makes sense, Arabella?" Dumbledore inquired, noticing her frown.
Figg shook her head, still frowning. "Not really... Yes, I know the Dursleys have always wanted to move... but they also absolutely abhor gambling. I've heard Mr. Dursley say on a number of occasions that he'd be strung up before he'd buy a ticket..."
"Hmm..." Dumbledore shook his head, returning his attention to the five Hogwarts students before him. "Do you happen to know where they've moved to?"
Hermione nodded again. "Yes, Harry said they were moving into a townhouse, in London..." she frowned, "He said it was close to the Leaky Cauldron...he could see it from the back gate..." she added helpfully.
After a moment's silence, Ginny piped up, "Can we go visit him? Please...?"
Mrs. Weasley frowned, and was about to reply when Dumbledore shook his head, meeting her eyes.
"Yes," the Headmaster agreed, "I think that may be a very good idea..." He nodded to the children, "Why don't you five go get ready and wait by the door?"
Nodding excitedly, and smiling brightly, the five of them ran from the room.
"Albus...?" Mrs. Weasley asked, frowning.
Dumbledore sighed, "I'm sorry, Molly. But you must admit, they have been stuck inside here for quite awhile... The trip will probably be good for them. And Voldemort hasn't done anything yet, we really don't want to go into hiding as if we were truly at war, before we have to..."
The others nodded in agreement.
~ * ~
It seemed that, for once in their lifetime, the Dursleys were glad to be related to Harry Potter. Or, actually, glad wasn't the word... overjoyed was more like it...
They'd only followed Harry's instructions to begin with because they didn't want to anger him... they didn't know why but it really didn't seem like a good idea, whether he was allowed to cast spells or not... But once they'd seen the house that the twins had chosen, they were all too happy to move right in.
Originally, it had been two townhouses side by side. However, the Leaky Cauldron was only two blocks away from the gate to the garden in the back, so Violet had just gone into the Alley (with Harry under his invisibility cloak) and they'd quickly managed to find a small Wizarding company to suit their purposes. Vivian had gone as 'Miss Jane' (she'd never really given her last name) and talked the wizards there into helping her out for an incredibly low price.
Harry was sure they three twenty-something wizards would be wondering a few days in the future is she'd been a Veela. But he didn't have to worry about it, because thanks to the simple Elven potion Violet had slipped into their drinks, they wouldn't be able to find the house they'd spent four hours remodeling no matter how hard they tried!
All they'd really intended to have them to was merge the two houses (and the gardens), but in the end they'd completely remodeled, repainted and heavily charmed the place. Now, the house was considerably large (as it was located in downtown London), with spacious rooms and sweeping staircases.
They'd made a deal with the Dursley's that basically cut the house in half. It wasn't hard, because 'Jane' had made sure that their were only two hallways that led from one side of the house to the other; one downstairs, and one upstairs. And they were very easy to shut off.
The Dursleys had the front of the house, with a large kitchen, dining room and parlor downstairs, and four large bedrooms, three of which had their own bathrooms, upstairs.
The back of the house was similarly designed, but it was a bit larger. There was a kitchen, dining room and parlor for them too, but they also had a living room. Upstairs they had five bedrooms, each of which had a bathroom. And the only entrance to the basement and he attic was in the back. The Dursleys didn't really mind that, the house was huge, and they had several large closets on their side of the house, so storage space wasn't really an issue.
The house actually had four fireplaces. One in the front parlor, one in the back parlor, one in the back living room and one in the basement. The one in the basement was very large and, really designed specifically for Flooing.
After seeing the house, the Dursley's didn't really want the majority of their old furniture, so they'd told the moving van (people) to put most of it up for auction. They could use that money, and the money they got from selling their house, to buy all new furniture.
Now, the Dursleys were glad to be related to Harry, mainly because he was the one who'd bought the house. Violet and the twins had quickly managed to sell all of the gold they'd brought with them from Middle Earth (which was considerable), and they'd then put all of the money into a Muggle bank account. From their Harry paid for the house (all of it; they didn't even need a mortgage), and they'd had a high-class interior decorator furbish the house.
Now, after a hard days work, the Dursleys were somewhere getting ready to go out to dinner, to celebrate, while Harry, 'Violet, Eric and Christopher', were finishing working on the garden in the back, while watching the sun set.
As it was almost done, 'Eric and Christopher' [AN: I'm going to be calling them that most of the time; just like with Harry and Violet. I'll only use their Elvish names in dialog... probably just Elvish dialog, but you never know...] had agreed to go out and find something for dinner. Harry had offered to do it himself, saying he didn't really expect him to adjust to his world in just a day, how could he? He was having a hard time adjusting himself! But they just said they'd enjoy the adventure, and left it at that.
So now Harry and Violet were bringing the garden up to Elven standards on their own.
~ * ~
They undoubtedly made a strange group, four flaming haired children and their parents, one bushy haired girl, a semi-known werewolf, a large black dog, which bore an eerie resemblance to a Grim, a cat and greasy-haired man, all (the ones in human form) in Muggle attire, stumbling out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. The bald bartender certainly seemed more than a little confuse as he looked at each member of the group. Unsure of whom to call to, he simply called in their direction, "Care for a drink?"
Suddenly, where the tabby had been moments before Professor McGonagall stood, "No thank you, Tom."
After a moment, the bartender nodded, and turned his attention back to his patrons.
Quietly, the group followed the Transfiguration Professor out of the pub and onto the street. After leading them into the Muggle bookshop beside it, McGonagall turned back to them. "You said he could see the Leaky Cauldron from the back gate, Miss Granger?"
Hermione nodded, "That's what he said in the letter..."
"Very well," McGonagall nodded, and then raised an eyebrow when everyone looked at her. "Well? Start looking!"
"Umm... Professor? Why did we come in here?" Ginny asked, glancing around the Muggle Bookshop.
McGonagall sighed, "Because, Miss Weasley, it isn't wise to talk openly on the street, and this store happens to have rather large windows, and is right beside the pub."
"So we should be able to see his house from here!" Hermione rationalized, smiling brightly.
"Quite right, Miss Granger."
Everyone looked around, frowning slightly as they concentrated. After a moment, Professor Snape turned to his colleague, "It might be easier," he began, "if we simply walked down the street and looked around."
"But then we won't even have the clue about the Cauldron!" Ron objected.
Snape rolled his eyes, "On the contrary, Mr. Weasley. I believe the statement was 'he could see the tavern from the back gate'. Therefore, we could simply walk to all of the gates and narrow it down to the ones we can see the Leaky Cauldron from, and the ones we can't."
Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement.
A little under an hour later they'd eliminated every house within a block of the tavern, as well as every house to the right. It had been easy enough, only a few of the back gates had the Leaky Cauldron in their line of sight. As it was what most people considered time for supper, they just had to look in through the dining room window, which was rather easy for Professor McGonagall when she was transformed, and see who was their. They'd yet to see Harry or the Dursleys.
"Oooh.... This ones nice!" Ginny murmured as they came to rather large house two blocks away from the tavern and stopped at the back gate. Turning back toward the Leaky Cauldron, they could see that it was definitely in sight.
"This has to be it!" Hermione murmured.
"And why exactly is that, Miss Granger?" Snape asked, eyeing what was undoubtedly one of the most magnificent houses he'd ever seen.
"Because, sir," Hermione replied, nodding back toward the tavern. "We can just barely see the tavern from here, and the next two houses don't have back gates!"
A glance down the street confirmed this statement, so the adults sighed.
"So why don't we just go in and see Harry?" Ron asked. "That's why we came, anyway..."
~ * ~
Violet smiled, humming one of her favorite childhood melody's softly as she added the finishing touch to the fountain she'd spent the last hour working on. Taking a step back, she eyed it critically before nodding and turning to head to the other side of the garden and help Harry finish his last project. She froze in mid-step, her Elven hearing picking up voices nearby.
The city had been rather disconcerting when they'd just arrived. There was so much noise! But after a little while, and with the help of all the sound-barrier-charms Thomas, Bill and Dwaine had put up around the house and the yard, she, Harry and the twins had adjusted.
But, for her to be hearing voices even with the charms in place, they had to be very close...
With a frown, the Elven lady walked quickly down the pathway, moving around the bends with the grace and ease akin to her people. When she neared the back gate, she could see a considerably large group on the other side.
"Mellon o lyaa?" {Friends of yours?} she asked softly, not needing to turn to know that Harry was by her side.
Harry simply nodded, knowing that she already knew the answer.
"Man unem?" {What should we do?} the Elf asked.
"Wanya ambar," {Go inside,} Harry instructed. "Panta iorteluume, ar nyarya 'nosse' nin tanya menvoite mellon o apsa..." {Open the hallway, and tell my aunt and uncle that we're have company over for supper...}
End of Chapter 2.
Translations:
Wanyale – Going
Mar – 'Home'
Tûr o în amar, - Powers of our world,
Tûr o i Valar, - Powers of the Valar,
Lasto beth daer; - Listen to the great word;
Panta aksa o lyaa nosse! - Open the path for your children!
Kirya e! - Guide them!
Varya e! - Protect them!
Kalya kala foa nosse oiale! - May your light shine upon them always!
Mellon nin - My friends
AN: Well... that's it for now! Sorry it took so long to update! I was a little preoccupied! I'll talk more about Harry's time on ME later... in flashbacks and whatnot... Thanks for reading! AND PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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