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Draco looked around the table again. Harry and Toby were absent… Where were they? The fireplace lit up and out stepped Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts. Severus peered around.
"Where on earth is Harry?" he inquired as he sat beside Olan. No one answered. Silence ensued for a good ten minutes before the fireplace was alight again. This time, Toby stepped through. Tom stood immediately to receive him. Toby was bent over, his hands on his knees as he panted. He shook his head desperately, inhaling rapidly.
"Silim… Baloraer… Bai aidi…"
Tom dashed to his friend's side. "Tobias, breathe slowly." Toby obeyed, taking slow, deep breaths. "Now… What?"
Toby stood and wiped what appeared to be mud from his cheeks. Tears welled in his eyes as he spoke. This time, it wasn't in Elvish. "Silim and I were going home from shopping for his dress robes when… Thys and Thasti were spotted running from Knockturn Alley. Silim threw his bags at me and, as Thys and Thasti Apparated, he caught hold of Thys' cloak and now I've no idea where they've gone!" wailed the bronze haired man. All but the fifteen year olds stood with their wands at the ready.
Lucius ordered all of the adults to look, except for Olan who was to stay at the house in case Harry returned. Olan nodded and Apparated into the living room.
At once, the teens collaborated. Blaise spoke first. "Dude, why would he even go after T Squared?"
Draco answered with, "Silim knows things…"
Blaise pointed at Draco. "That's creepy." Draco impatiently waved his hand.
"The point is, Thys and Thasti are up to something and Silim can't not jump into it."
"It's obviously something big then," Hermione and Pansy said in unison, using their newly discovered 'twin connection'.
"Yeah," Vincent piped in.
"But what…?" Gregory finished for him.
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"Silim?!" Thys exclaimed as they made it to their point of Apparation. Harry huffed as he stood, wiping sweat from his brow. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
Harry began walking away from father and son. He waved over his shoulder. "I needed to get away from Toby." With that, the Elf Prince ran off. Neither Thasti nor Thys tried to stop him. Harry sighed and stopped, leaning against the brick wall of a tunnel. Once he ascertained he was alone, he let all his defenses fall. His face took on a more worn look, like one who has seen too much for his liking or his age and his magic flared, slightly lighting up the tunnel. He slid down the wall and moaned in pain. He was rubbing his whole left arm as he moaned. Yet, on closer inspection, one would find the only thing there was a scar in the shape of an 'E'.
That's when it happened. The lights began flickering and his magic automatically recoiled. The magic forced his mask up and he shot to his feet, drawing his wand. Footsteps echoed behind him. He rounded on a fat teen, no older than he. The teen whimpered and, despite Harry being a stranger with a long piece of stick, ran to the Elf's side. Harry didn't mind. In fact, he tensed more, because Dementors floated in after the fat one. Harry took a deep, shaky breath, the tunnel going cold. The deep, raspy breathing of the pair of Dementors echoed throughout the tunnel and the teen clutched onto Harry's shirt. Harry's body was suddenly lit by a determined fire. Someone's life depended on Harry's willpower and Harry was determined to make sure this boy lived. Harry's voice came out as a harsh whisper.
"Can you see them?"
The boy whimpered but Harry felt him nod.
"Alright… Whatever you do, do not leave my side." The boy nodded again and Harry jammed his eyes closed for a fraction of a second. Seeing Hermione at Christmas last year. Seeing Father and Toby and, oddly, even Severus for Christmas. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!" screamed the Elvish boy. From his wand shot a blur of silver which, when one looked on the object closer, was a baby fox. The fox scampered about the Dementors, chasing the pair away. Harry nodded in success and stepped forward. He was about to touch the fox and dismiss it when a raspy gasp was heard from behind him. He knew that sound anywhere. He'd heard it from himself on his fourteenth birthday. He spun around and pointed his wand in the direction of a second pair of Dementors, trying to suck the soul of the fat one. They fled as they playful little kit chased them out. Harry managed to catch the fat one before he thudded to the ground. The boy was a deathly pale and he touched the fox kit as it appeared. It disappeared immediately. Harry groaned in pain. His defenses were fading… Well, his emotional defenses. The real Harry was trying to break through, and he was letting it. "Love, what's your name?"
"…" The boy made a gagging sound. Harry winced. He was surely expelled from Hogwarts already. He laid the boy down and summoned a random piece of trash. He transfigured it into a piece of chocolate. He bit off a piece, chewed it, and –reluctantly, as the boy was still a stranger- brought his lips down on the boy's. He forced the chocolate into the boy's mouth and held his mouth closed as he swallowed it. Harry repeated the process for the whole chocolate bar. The boy had a little color back. "D-D-D-D-Dudley D-D-Dursley…" He stuttered out. Harry nodded and hoisted Dudley to his feet.
"I need you to stay with me. I don't know where you live, so you'll need to give me your address when we near it…" Harry tucked his wand into his jeans pocket as Dudley nodded. "Okay… And-"
"Where is your wand?" Harry's head jerked up as did the blond boy's. There was a woman there. Harry glared at her hard.
"My pocket."
"Well get it back out, fool!" she shrieked. "They might come back!" Dudley paled again.
Harry spoke soothing words to Dudley before facing the woman. "Shut up. I cannot possibly draw my wand, fool!" he snarled. "Unless you want to carry Dudley for me." She mutely shook her head and Harry began his long trek to the Dursley household. Once there, the woman –who'd introduced herself as Mrs. Figg- left for home. Harry winced and knocked on the front door of the Dursley home. A few seconds later, the door swung open, revealing a blond woman who looked stick thin. She had a horse like face that went from being snooty to terrified in a matter of seconds.
"Oh god! Dudley!" she cried. She ran back inside and Harry proceeded to carry Dudley into the house and to what he presumed was the sitting room. He set the blond boy on the couch and shot the fat, brunette man in an armchair a glare.
"Don't. Touch. Him," Harry hissed. He turned to the woman. "Mrs. Dursley, do you, by any chance, have any chocolate?"
Mrs. Dursley nodded to him. "Yes, of course. Wh-why?"
Harry brushed some hair out of his face. "Ma'am, he was attacked by a Dementor, a guard to the Wizarding prison of Azkaban. The only cure for that trauma is chocolate. Please bring me some chocolate now so I can give it to him in a reasonable dose." Mrs. Dursley looked horrified still but ran out of the room, coming back with a bar of chocolate. Harry took it and turned to the blond boy on the couch. He kneeled down in front of him.
"… What…?"
"Dudley, my name is Harry Potter," he didn't miss the glances Mr. and Mrs. Dursley shared but chose to ignore them, "alright, love? I'm here to help…"
"Ha…rry…"
"Don't speak. Just nod your head to me if you can chew," Harry whispered soothingly. Dudley managed a small shake of the head. Harry sighed. To Dudley's parents, he said, "Do not be offended by my following actions." With those words, Harry repeated the process of chewing chocolate for Dudley and pushing it into the boy's mouth. When all but one small piece of the chocolate was gone, Dudley was significantly better. Harry chewed the last piece and went to push it into Dudley's mouth. Much to Harry's shock, the blond pushed the chewed chocolate back. Harry leaned back on his heels and swallowed the chocolate.
The woman sighed in relief as her son spoke. "Th-thank you for sav-saving me, Harry…" he chattered out. Harry stood and dusted off the bottom of his pants.
He sighed. "It's nothing. Now, go take a nice, long, soothing hot bath. If you have any lavender, mix that in as well." Dudley nodded mutely and he thudded up the stairs. The boy's parents then began firing questions at Harry.
"Potter, you say?"
"You're a wizard?"
"What is this demon thing?"
"Where is Albus Dumbledore? He must know something!"
"Who the bloody hell is the Dumb Old Dork?"
"Where is my sister? And her freaky husband?"
Harry held up his hands. "Whoa there…" they kept firing questions at him. "SHUT UP FOR GOD'S SAKE!" he yelled. The two silenced. "Yes, my name is Potter. Yes, I am a wizard. It's called a Dementor. Albus is currently sending out all the Hogwarts letters –he and I have nothing to do with the other unless I'm at school. Albus Dumbledore is the Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Who is your sister, Mrs. Dursley?"
"Her name is Lily Evans –Potter now, actually."
Harry gaped before a feral grin graced his face. "Well, Aunt Petunia," he murmured, "you'll be glad, I presume, to know Lily and Ellil are fine. James and Elsie, however… Were murdered by one Albus Dumbledore AND HE BLAMED MY TOM FOR IT!!" Harry screeched the last part with such emotion that his magic flared a bright red around him. He took a deep calming breath and his magic receded. The woman, Petunia, nodded while the fat man's face purpled.
"Aunt Petunia? What the bloody blazes is he talking about, Petunia?!"
Petunia turned to soothe her husband. "Vernon," she said quietly, "he is my sister's son… Remember the one I-"
"HE'S DUDLEY'S COUSIN!!??" Vernon thundered.
Harry and Petunia nodded as if the fat one was a moron.
"HE DID MOUTH-TO-MOUTH WITH HIS COUSIN?!"
Harry's alarm was going off, ringing potential danger, but he was now too far gone in anger to pay attention. "DID YOU WANT HIM TO BLOODY DIE, DURSLEY?!" Harry thundered. "WITHOUT ME, YOUR SON WOULD BE DEAD!! D-E-A-BLOODY-D!!" Vernon recoiled, his face slowly returning to its usual color. "DON'T YOU DARE ACUSE ME OF COMMITING ACTS OF INCEST AS I KNEW NOT THAT DUDLEY WAS AND IS MY COUSIN, ALRIGHT?! YOU OWE ME YOUR SON'S LIFE! THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS TREAT ME POLITELY!" screeched the Elf Prince. He sunk into a squat, holding his head, panting as he finished screaming. His body wasn't used to such outbursts as he trained himself since he was three to not show emotions.
"Harry?" Petunia and Vernon asked quietly. Harry stood.
He cast a dark look out the window beside him. He jerked away and pulled out his wand. "I must go. They'll find me here, and they can't," he whispered, more to himself. He gave a curt nod to the parents. He then conjured something in the air. "If Dudley wishes to contact me, here's the information on how." He shoved the paper into Petunia's hands and dashed from the room. He tore out of the house and ran. He ran, his feet pounding on the ground he ran on so frantically. He ran to where he'd been Apparated with Thys and Thasti. The father and son elves were just arriving to that spot as well. Harry took a large step back. He was panting, sweating slightly as well.
"Silim?" inquired Thasti softly. Harry shook his head rapidly and, without another thought, Disapparated. The place he Apparated to was the dining room of Malfoy Manor. He shoved his wand into his pocket and leaned his whole weight on the corner of the table he was by.