When they arrived home at Riddle Manor –no one questioned why they were not residing in Gaunt Manor-, Hermione, Blaise, Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy were there, each holding their Hogwarts letters. Hermione's face glowed with pride; in her hand, she held a Prefect badge. None of the boys held Prefect badges, though. Harry stepped forward and accepted the letter he had received from Father, who smiled, their red eyes briefly making contact. Luna took hers from Olan and together, the elf and mate opened their letters. Harry's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he went into his masked faze again. A Prefect badge had fallen out. Hermione and Pansy squealed and Harry tucked the badge in his pocket. Oh, this would come in handy… Poor, poor Albus Dumbledore… He'd no idea what he just did… Luna and Draco caught the look and, despite the confusion of the other three, shared looks… All of them, even Tom, shuddered in pure, unadulterated fear. Harry sighed and skimmed his letter.

"Tomorrow, we go shopping," he declared. The one thing he thought fled into the minds of his mate and his brother. Tomorrow… We prepare…

Luna took Harry's hand and Draco threw his arm around his brother's shoulders. It was rather odd… And even more disturbing when feral grins marred the faces of the three. Tom, much to the shock of the others, went as far as taking a very, VERY wide step away from his son, his son's "brother", and his son's mate.

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Diagon Alley. Ah, smell the sweet, delicious scent of sweat and joy and laughter and ice cream and magic. While most people would be chattering and tittering away, there was a certain group of teens that seems to have wandered off from their parents. Clothed in all black were the three and hidden by shadow were their faces. Onlookers found no shock when the three turned into Knockturn Alley. One –presumably a girl- hung off of the taller of the three while the one that held middle-height had his arm around the taller one's shoulder. Once inside Knockturn Alley, people went back to what they'd been doing.

Draco gulped as they entered. He figured they'd stand out but, since Harry was the one planning, no one glanced twice at them. Luna was staring at the ground with her eyes glazed over like usual. Harry stopped in the middle of the cobble street and glanced to the side. Fantastic Weapons and Where to Find Them was the name of the shop. Harry mused that it was a mock of the book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. He snickered and stepped inside, Luna and Draco at his heels. Harry lifted his head to scan the room and smirked when his eyes befell a locket. It was dark emerald, like Lily's eye color, and was in the shape of a rose, four ruby thorns spiking out of it. That was exactly what they needed. It, as Harry had read whilst browsing Tom's library, prevented the Ministry from Tracing its wearer; it was also very deadly to use, but Harry minded not. He was an elf and, therefore, he could not die. He stepped forward and paused.

"Wait. Here," he said to Draco and Luna. "Touch. Nothing." With that, he continued on and politely rang the desk bell. No one came after a ten minute wait. Harry, who –mind you- has just newly learned he could be angry, twitched in annoyance. Another three minutes passed.

"GODDAMMIT!! PEOPLE OUT HERE HAVE LIVES TOO!!!" he screamed. A withered old man finally came out, a cruel smirk in place.

"Hello," he wheezed.

"Don't 'hello' me, you ingrate," snarled Harry. He felt Draco's and Luna's grins.

The man grinned. "I like you already. If you ever need help taking over the world, I'm your man," at the end of this oh-so jubilant speech, he coughed.

Harry's smirk was the only bit of his face visible to the man. "Great," he said, his voice feral, "because I need that necklace of yours." He jabbed his right thumb in the direction of the rose necklace.

"You could die with that, kid," the man warned, coughing. Harry threw his hood back euphorically, if not a little cocky. He was not Harry, but Silim, the Elf Prince. And, to all, Elves had very distinct features. Most commonly were they extremely pointed ears and menacing fangs and, among the royally blooded Elves or half-breed Elves, pale skin with rosy cheeks.

"I'm immortal," Silim said cockily. He waved his hand to his two companions. "As are they. Six of the Belles Rosas, if you please." The man merely raised a brow and nodded. He pulled on a pair of dragon skin gloves –though Elvish Skin Gloves were the better choice- and walked over to the cabinet containing the Belles Rosas. He took six out and put them in a sack. He walked back to the counter and rung up the total. "One hundred and twenty galleons, twenty sickles, and twelve knuts." Silim paid for it and took the sack. "Before you go, I have some questions…"

Silim's red gaze befell him and Luna and Draco jumped to his side. "Go for it," Silim replied. Draco and Luna too threw their hoods back. They were not them. Luna's skin was slightly paler than it had been, her eyes were now a dazzling midnight blue, she had devilishly pointy teach and pointed ears, and her skin glittered. On closer inspection, so did Silim's, but he had gained control over his Elvish features and quirks enough that the glitter was only in the bright sunlight. Draco had dark turquoise eyes, his pale skin was paler, he had the pointy Elf ears and teeth, and his skin too glittered. The dragon's hair was longer as well, about the length of Cissy's hair, to his shoulders. His choice of style was a pony tail. The man grinned too.

"I am," he wheezed, "Jhyr Aer. Now," he wheezed, "I am under my Glamour, but I too am of Elvish kin –though of common blood I am." Silim, Luna, and Draco nodded. "Now, are you… Are you the Princes of the Oiolairë Prophecy?"

Luna purred, "Oooh, Silim," the name tasted foul on her tongue and sounded foul to Silim's ears and Draco's. Draco then vowed to call Silim by his real name from then on in private or at Hogwarts. "I do so like Jhyr. Can we keep him?" At this, Jhyr chortled heartily.

"Keep me," he murmured. "Most certainly not," he wheezed, "but you may have my services, if you tell me your Elvish names and thy true names and thy clan or breed."

"I am Silim, 'saviour' of the Wizarding World," said the red eyed Elf. "Harry Potter to the Common Realm. Of what clan, I am of the Royal Clan, the Verdia Clan, and I, along with my companions, shall rid this world of the filth called Muggle." Luna smiled slightly.

"I," she murmured in a cloudy voice, "am Madosi, the Sapphire. Madosi of the Shal Clan, though I am half Veela, of the Royal Veela Clan, the Tiranium. Mate to Silim I am. To the Common World, I am but a measly Luna Lovegood but one day, we shall be the most feared and worshiped beings," was Luna's –Madosi's- monologue. Draco cocked his head to the left.

"To the Elves I am Eidylor, or Adonis would it translate," spoke Draco. "I am a half breed, half-brother to Silim. I am of Elvish kin but also of the ancient blood of a Simurg. To the Common World, I am Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy throne, and my mate is one lovely Miss Pansy Parkinson."

Jhyr grinned. He nodded to the trio and Silim tied a necklace around each of his companions' necks and one around his own. Harry pulled out his wand and flicked it absently, summoning a random sheet of paper. He flicked it again and then shoved the paper into Jhyr's hands. He tucked his wand away, pulled his hood up, and walked to the door without another word. Madosi and Eidylor pulled their hoods up and continued on their way, back into Knockturn Alley. Jhyr smirked.

Finally… I've been meaning to use all these damned artifacts of darkness… And those stupid, stupid Muggles are going DOWN.