Title: Of the Nightstars
Narrated: TorringMay

Typed by: Sorringmay
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13 / Teen

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: After being abandon by the Dursleys as a baby, Harry is raised by another race. After 5 years of odd dreams and magical power surges, his adopted family is allowing him to go to Hogwarts in an attempt to learn to control his powers.

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Decios Nightstar stretched his long arms over his head as he watched the trainer correct to young elves on how to properly wield the mage daggers.

"They look so young." Decios looked down at the boy who was sitting at his feet. Rashiki Nightstar yawned looking up at his older brother.

"That they do Rash. I can't even recall being that age." Decios sat down on his hanches, cringing as the train knocked one of the young boys on his backside.

"I remember when you were that age," Rash said with a smirk. "You lit half the forests in Britain on fire." Decios cringed recalling the nightmares that had preceded that particular bout of wild magic. An unknown figure holding a stone as they stood in the midst of burned charred remains of the elven lands. The dreams had become so intense that Decios had released his magic. Thankfully the dreams had ended.

"Lets see then the next year you went to the opposite extreme and froze the whole island."

"I did not freeze the whole island, just most of it." Decios knew exactly where this was headed and hoped that the trainers would get to them soon, so he would not get in trouble for beating his sibling up.

"He guys," Both of them looked over their shoulder to watch as Rashiki's twin Staninia heading towards them. "What are we talking about," she inquired sinking down next to them.

"Just the time Decios froze the island."

"Now, now Rash, he didn't freeze all of it. Just most of it."

"Thanks sis, you're a lot of help." Decios said pushing the memory of freezing huge snakes out of his mind.

"Well here is help, the Starlight girls are planning on ambushing you on the way home in an attempt to get you to take them to the leaf turning celebration."

Both boys groaned.

"Oh don't worry Rashiki, they aren't interested in you, just Decios."

"What?" both boys cried drawing a scowl from the trainer.

"Why do all the girls keep going for Decios? It's just not fair," Rash said taking a playful swipe at his brother. He knew how thankful Decios was that he didn't make a big deal out of the fact that they were not the same race. Though Rashiki had to admit, most of the elven girls seemed rather keen to catch the attention of his wizard kin brother.

Not only had Decios managed to master the elven magic and fighting techniques, but he had a look that made him almost exotic where elves were concerned. Of course most of them had never seen wizard kin other than Decios.

Most elves only reached a height of five and a half feet, but Decios was well over six feet tall and while not broad he was thicker muscled than the elven race. He also had a rich coloring to his skin unlike the ghostly moon white of the night elves. Then there were Decios eyes. Elven magic turned an elf's eyes completely black, leaving no white or color. Decios however never turned black, instead the green took on a luminescent glow. Then there was Decios scar. No one was sure how he got it but the lightning bolt scar but in a race that held the power of the elements in such high revere it was seen as a status symbol.

"Decios!"

All three siblings looked up to see their father striding towards them.

"What did you do this time?" Rashiki asked with concern in his voice.

"Nothing not since the water incident a few months ago."

Shkaria came to a stop smiling at his three children fondly. "Decios, you have been summoned by the High Counsel."

Decios paled at these words. He had figured that if he continued to have magical power surges he would be summoned, but still he was not prepared for it.

"Do not worry," his father said placing a hand on his shoulder, "I will be joining you. You didn't think I would let you face those big bad elders by yourself did you?" Decios looked at his father to see a look of mischief on his face.

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The High Lady smiled down at the young man in front of her. Not once had she ever regretted allowing the boy to stay in the elven lands, despite his unusual bouts with his magic. It was however these bouts along with the yearly letters that had brought her to summon him to the counsel.

"Decios Nightstar," she addressed him as high kneeled respectfully before the counsel, "You have been summoned today in regards to a matter of the utmost importance to us." She paused watching as the young man sucked on his lower lip nervously. "We are concerned with your well being concerning these bouts of wild magic. Each time you have one it is taking longer for you to recuperate." She fought not to laugh as he looked up at her in shock. She was quite certain he thought he was going to be called to task for those incidents.

"As you know Decios, you are the only wizard kin in our lands, as such we know little of how your magic works. We do believe that these surges of magic you experience are caused by a mixture of know how to do elven magic and not knowing how to do wizard kin magic." She stopped and gave him several moments to process this information. Upon seeing him in understanding she continued. "The counsel has decided that you must learn how to control your wizard kin magic. Those we debated for many hours on how best to accomplish this." Gratification came as she watched several counsel members cringe at her words. "Though it is not our most favored method, we have been…reminded…of recent how wizard kin learn."

The high Lady waved her hand to one of the attendants who brought forth several parchments. Taking them the High Lady turned her attention back to the two eleves kneeling in front of them.

"Decios Nightstar, you are aware of how you came to live with the elves are you not?"

"Yes ma'am," replied a soft smooth baritone.

"Very well," she nodded to him, "it was brought to our attention five years ago that the wizard kin were looking for you when an owl appeared bearing a note from a wizarding school called Hogwarts." She sighed and shook her head, they should have told the child then but their arrogance had overridden common sense. "We were negligent to you and responded to the letter stating that we would be training you ourselves. This obviously was folly, and yet for the past five years we have turned down their request to train you." She smiled sadly at him. "This year however we have informed them that you will be joining the wizarding kin at their school in a hope to help you learn to control your wizarding magic."

She watched as father and son looked at each other trying to assimilate all that had been said and what it would mean to their family.

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"It looks odd Decios," Staninia commented as she ran a hand through her older brother now short black locks. He didn't take offence knowing this was her way of dealing with him leaving. "Will you have to wear their weird clothing too?"

"I would think so," he replied trying to sound more upbeat than he felt. He pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close. "You be good and help mom ok?"

"I will, promise," she said her lashes catching the moisture in her eyes.

"You will show them how elves do it, right?" Rashiki said hitting his brother's shoulder.

"Daggers and bows bro," and pulled him in for a hug. "Keep those trolls away from Stani for me ok?"

Rashiki pulled his twin to his side watching as their older brother stepped up to the fireplace where their father held some odd powder. Taking a handful he tossed the powder into the flames and spoke the words "Diagon Alley." With a swish their brother was gone.

"Take care of you mother till I come back," Shkaria instructed his children before following his oldest son to the wizarding world.

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Decios stumbled out of the flames into a dingy room. There were a number of tables set up with various people sitting around them, most barley acknowledging his entry. He stood up and dusted the ash off of his clothing waiting for his father when the man behind the bar caught sight of him.

"Bless me can it be," the hunch backed old man made his way towards Decios an awe struck look on his face. His father had told him elves rarely ventured into the wizarding world and that they were likely to get some odd looks, but this was just creepy.

"Bless me it is," the old man said clapping his hands together, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, "Harry Potter!"

Suddenly the room came to life as everyone made their way towards him trying to get a better look. There were cries of "It is him," and "you came back" none of which made the least bit of sense to him.

"Decios?"

Decios turned to face his father who was now emerging from the flames, a sigh of relief pressed through his lips.

"Is something the matter?" His father asked the patrons of the establishment.

"He's Harry Potter, he's Harry Potter," the old man cried pointing at Decios. Shkaria looked at his soon trying to recall where he had heard that name spoken before. He was saved however by his son.

"Who is Harry Potter and why do you think I am he?" Decios asked.

"Why you got rid of He-who-should-not-be-named," said a witch near his elbow. Decios gave her a strange look before turning his attention to his father who had a very odd look on his face.

"By the stars above Decios, I never considered…" Shkaria's voice trailed off as he thought back to the information he had gathered so many years ago. Finally looking at his son, his eyes feel on the lightening bolt scar and realization hit him. "By the starts Decios."

"Father," he said almost panicked, "Father I don't understand."

Shkaria shook his head to clear it. This was something that had waited this long, it could wait a few more hours. First Decios needed his school supplies, then they could speak of these things.

"We will discuss this, but first we need to take care of your purchases. I must visit Gringots first."

Decios was thankful for something he knew of. Gringots was run by goblins, overseeing the monies of all those in the magical communities.

Following his father out the door the came to a small area facing a brick wall. Raising his hand his father request the stone and mortar to move opening an arch that lead to a very busy street, a sign reading Diagon alley over head. It was nothing like the quiet eleven markets as witches and wizards bustled around while children ran to and fro, their mothers trying to keep them inline.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley Decios."

"Nice, can we leave now," Decios asked giving his father a grin. Shkaria just laughed as he made his way towards the tall white building. It did not take long for the exchange of currency, the elves having a much better repute with the goblins then wizard kin. Upon exiting Shkaria pulled out the parchment that listed all the items his son would need for school.

"Well you will need wizarding robes," Shkaria commented pointing to the list then nodding towards a shop not to far off. "Shall we."

Decios headed for the shop his father following, looking over the list. "Amazing all the things wizards need for magic," his father commented as they reached the shop.

Decios opened the door just as a woman did, there children his age in toe. Bowing he held the door for her smiling as she smacked the red haired boy with her saying something about "that's what proper manners are."

Decios waited for his father to enter before following. No sooner had the door shut when a lilting tenor voice flowed through the shop.

"…and I am not a child mother, there is no reason I can't do my shopping on my own."

Decios heard a tisking sound, "your mother is right dear, no one is suppose to be out alone – "

"Watch where you are sticking those pins," cried the tenor voice. A moment later Decios was greeted by the sight of a pale teenage boy who had a pointed face and platinum blond hair. His grey eyes moved over his reflection before something else caught his attention.

"Mother if you are wondering what the smell is its mudblood." The sneer that came across the handsome face looked very out of place to Decios, but from the reaction of the two red-haired teenagers, the boy's insult was a truly vial one.

Decios watched as the red heads pulled sticks out pointing them at the pale boy, wondering what sort of weapon they were.

"Mr. Malfoy, that kind of language is not necessary," a woman said as she came around a rack of robes. From the tape measure hanging around her neck and the numerous pins on her sleeve, Decios figured she was the shop owner.

"You wouldn't dare do magic out of school," the one named Malfoy started when Decios father cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention to him.

"My apologies for interrupting your…conversation," Shkaria said in a mellow tone, but my son is in need of school robes for Hogwarts, where might we find these?"

Everyone stared at the elf in shock. It was apparent none of them had ever seen an elf before and were rather awe struck. Shkaria however was looking at the pale teenager, or more specifically his left arm. The general aura of the boy was a mixture of fear and pride, but the aura that pulsed from his left arm was evil.

"Come along Draco, I do not care for the type of cliental this shop caters to." A tall blonde woman stepped into view a look of disdain on her face as she sneered at Shkaria, but her aura was one of protection and desperation.

Decios and Shkaria watched them leave, both wearing frowns.

"What my son did you make of that?" he asked in the elven tongue as the shop owner ushered Decios onto a stool, the tape measure coming to life to measure him.

"I saw a boy who is prideful and prejudice, and a mother who is arrogant."

"And what did you see with your magic?" Shkaria asked his son.

"The boy is innocence, though not naïve, the mother is fearful."

Shkaria nodded. He watched as the seamstress prepared robes for his son, while allowing his magic to expand beyond the walls of the building. What he found terrified him. He and Decios were definitely going to have a talk this evening.

The rest of the days shopping was fairly uneventful, with the exception of their trip into the Magical Menagerie pet shop. After reading the notice about pets that were allowed, Shkaria and Decios decide that an owl would be good, allowing them to stay in contact. Decios picked out a beautiful white owl. All was fine until the snake at the counter decided to start a conversation with the elf and his son.

For some odd reason it bothered the wizard kin that elves could communicate with animals. The clerk in the shop was no exception showing them out as soon as they paid.

With all their shopping finished they made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron and up to the room they would be staying the night at. Shkaria watched as Decios carefully tended to his owl making sure she was comfortable before turning to his father.

"Why is everyone here filled with so much fear father?" he asked sinking to sit cross legged on the floor. "It's not because we are here is it?"

"No Decios," Shkaria said shaking his head. "I think it best if I start at the beginning."

"And what is the beginning."

"It all started when a dark wizard, he was beginning to take control when one day he was defeated."

"Ok, seams fairly simple to me."

"If only my son. While this dark lord was defeat he was not destroyed, and I fear he has come back."

"So why not get the one to defeat him in the first place to take care of him?"

Shkaria smiled at the boy sitting in front of him. "Well the one who defeated him was a small child."

Decios eye grew large as he stared at his father, "A great dark wizard was defeated by a child. He must have become a powerful wizard then."

"Yes Decios he did, he became a very powerful wizard."

"So what is the problem?"

"He doesn't know who he is or even what he is."

Decios dropped onto his back looking up at the elf, "I guess that would be a problem. So who is this savior of the wizarding world?"

"His name," Shkaria said bracing himself, "is Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter, hey wait isn't that…" Decios sat bolt upright. "No!"

"Yes Decios," Shkaria said leaning forward "and this is the mark he left when you defeated him." A finger rested on his son's scar.

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Authors Notes: This is TorringMay's first Harry Potter (though not her last if I have any say) fanfic. It is being written specifically for me (SorringMay her sister). However if you enjoy it, please feel free to review.