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Warnings are in the first chapter...er, second. Gah! They're at the beginning...!
THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED
This Is How You Remind Me EDITED
The next few days grew to be very tiring in Harry's opinion. Tiring and complicated. He spent most of them trying to subtly extract information from all the hobbits (he learned what the small men were called) about the world he had dumped himself into. So far he had gotten some tidbits of information about the different types of inhabitants this world harbored.
Unlike his previous home world, this one was mostly made up of magical beings, such as elves, hobbits, dwarfs and there were supposedly dragons here at one point in time too. The only fact that bothered him was what Frodo told him about the wizards.
There were a total of probably seven in this world. And from what Harry could gather, their magic was vastly different from his. And this would prove to be a problem seeing as one was to visit some time soon.
Sigh.
Everything was too complicated and Harry debated calling the crazy angel but in the end decided against it. He wouldn't know how to explain, let alone know if he was allowed, Tristan's presence. Plus that would probably interfere with the bullshit of a story Harry made up to placate the hobbits.
His story went something like this: "I probably lost my memory seeing as I can't remember anything as to how I got here, who I am and where I'm from. Please, no questions." And he left it at that. Surprisingly, they took it well enough and respected his wishes.
Take it, he felt bad about lying to Frodo, not so much to Bilbo though. The other crazy little man had threatened him with an umbrella and even went as far as carrying it with him during the first two days. Of course, things had improved when Harry showed his superior culinary skills and treated the old hobbit to a small feast of sorts.
Bilbo was still weary though, only now he carried a letter opener with him at all times. 'An improvement,' thought Harry vaguely amused.
Frodo had also been gracious enough to introduce a few new hobbits to him. He met Sam Gamgee and learned he had helped Frodo carry him inside. It turns out Sam was Frodo's gardener and close friend, although this did not stop Sam from stuttering or flushing in the elf's presence. Harry, a bit ashamed, actually enjoyed his reaction to his new 'elf' stasis. Most of the people in Hobbiton acted the same way and Harry merely shrugged their stares off, living in the Wizarding World had that effect on him.
Granted it still amused him.
He also met Frodo's distant cousins. (Harry had lost interest in their explanation as to how they were related and merely summed it up as best as he could.) There were two of them. Peregrin 'Pippin' Took and Meriadoc 'Merry' Brandybuck. They were funny and Harry found himself liking them very much. They would get into much trouble on occasions and Harry idly found himself comparing them to the Weasley Twins.
Although, there was still a problem concerning his name seeing as 'Harry Potter' didn't sound elfish in his opinion and he wanted (more like he was forced) to start with a clean slate; so he avoided anything having to do with this predicament whatsoever.
Childish… but effective.
"Gandalf will be here soon. Maybe he can help you." Frodo told him as they both sat together; their backs to a tree.
Harry mentally snorted. "Maybe."
"Are you sure you can't remember anything at all…?" Harry closed his eyes quickly as Frodo turned to look at him.
"No. Nothing." He lied and prayed that the hobbit would just drop it; he was never good at lying in the first place.
"Oh." Frodo sounded disappointed. "Your parents must be worried…having lost their elfling…"
And there was another problem. They kept accusing him of being an 'Elfling'. He had looked at himself in the mirror and found nothing child-like in his appearance. Plus Harry Potter was eighteen and very capable of handling himself.
"I wonder how the elves are taken to you being missing." Frodo mused.
Did Frodo think he was a child too…?
"It's probably fine. They probably don't know I'm gone…" Harry tried and opened his eyes only to see the hobbit give him an incredulous stare. Leave it to Frodo to make him feel stupid.
"I already told you. The elves value their young very much! They're probably scouring all of Middle Earth to find you!" Frodo chastised.
Harry tried very hard to not roll his eyes, "Sure."
Frodo sighed and leaned back. "I didn't know Elflings could be so frustrating." He complained.
"Give me another week and I'll probably drive you to the brink of insanity." Harry smirked.
"I wouldn't doubt it." Frodo retorted dryly.
Harry grinned and swept the hair from his eyes. His looks still bothered him greatly even if Frodo and company did praise him for being so beautiful.
Beautiful. Ew.
Back in his world, he was simply handsome. Like a boy his age should be. Not beautiful. If Ron were here, he'd make everything a joke and tease him. And if Hermione were here she'd tell him to just 'take it like a man'.
And that was another thing. His mind often wandered to his friends and the surviving Order. Had they all made it out of the war safely…? Were they okay…? What had happened to Dumbledore?
These thoughts often plagued him and made him feel guilty. Many of the people here reminded him of the people he left at home.
"—hear that!?" Frodo suddenly exclaimed. Harry looked up confused. On his discovery of being an elf he found out some peculiar things. His senses had heightened greatly, take it, they had been sharpened and fine tuned in preparation for the war but compared to what he had now, his old senses had been dull.
"There! It's Gandalf!" the hobbit jumped excitingly and ran off.
Harry smiled as he viewed his new friend but it quickly wore off as he was faced with something he had wanted to postpone; telling the truth.
Taking a deep breath, he got up and headed for Frodo's home where he knew Frodo and Gandalf would head towards as well.
It took a few minutes but Harry finally arrived. He made a face as he noticed there was a carriage already there. Taking deliberately slow steps, he gradually made his way to the door and twisted the handle.
Upon his immediate entrance he was greeted by the sight of a Dumbledore clone.
"Ah shit." Were the first words from his lips and he quickly slapped a hand over his mouth to cover up anything else he could possibly say.
He was right though; the man held an odd resemblance to Dumbledore. He had a long white beard, blue piercing eyes and odd robes.
The clone, as Harry mentally dubbed him, stared at him unashamedly. His mouth muttering a few things even Harry couldn't quite catch, even with his newfound sense of hearing. "My, my…Frodo was right…" he finally said and met Harry's eyes.
Sheer pride made Harry Potter stare back.
They kept at this until the clone chuckled. "What is an Elfling doing so far out here?"
Harry did not bother hiding his cringe. He seriously had to put a stop to this 'Elfling' bullshit.
"I—" Harry blinked and looked around. "Where's Frodo?" he demanded.
The Clone looked amused, "Dear boy went back to retrieve you. He shouldn't take long to notice you're not there anymore."
Frodo went back to look for him…? Oops…
"Oh. Okay then." Only now did Harry feel uncomfortable.
"Frodo tells me you don't remember anything…and yet you had no sign of a head injury. Do you at least remember your name…?"
Harry was no fool; the Clone was almost as good as the real thing… Harry had loved Dumbledore like a grandfather but that didn't mean he couldn't see the man's prying ways.
"Nothing." He lied and looked away. He contemplated clearing up the fact that he was not an elfling…
He could tell the old wizard was about to start another round of questions before the most unlikely of people saved him, unintentionally but still.
"I have cheese…you don't mind if I help myself do you Gandalf…?—oh." Bilbo entered the room and eyed the two people in it. "I see you've met our house guest. Elf meet Gandalf, Gandalf meet Elf."
'Gandalf' chuckled lightly.
Harry Potter on the other hand, ran a list of sarcastic comments he could throw at the old hobbit.
"Hmm…where's Frodo?" Bilbo scanned the room. Harry perked up at this new chance at escape.
"I'll go find him! Be back later!" Harry ran off and mentally laughed as he saw Gandalf's slight look of disappointment. Although he hadn't gone far when he could clearly hear Gandalf say, "I haven't heard of a missing Elfling in my travels. If that were the case, the news would have certainly reached me."
Harry rolled his eyes and continued to try and find Frodo.
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Trying to avoid Gandalf the rest of the afternoon proved to be very difficult, Harry soon found out. He kept his wand with him just in case.
It turns out that while Harry had been busy lost in his little world, Frodo had planned a party for Bilbo or something of the sort. Of course Harry had been invited and given details about said party but it still came as a surprise.
Frodo had groaned and both Pippin and Merry had cracked out laughing.
"I've been telling you about it all week." The young Baggins scolded.
Harry sheepishly admitted that he'd forgotten. His own woes had clouded anything else that might have been going on and Frodo seemed to understand this and let it drop.
But the thing he found interesting though was how birthdays here were celebrated. Here, instead of receiving gifts, you'd have to give gifts back. And this led to Harry finding out, inconsequentially, that Bilbo Baggins was extremely rich.
"Go figure…" he muttered as he wrapped a hundred or so presents for the hobbits party. It was just him and Frodo with a huge table full of unwrapped presents between them. "How old is he turning anyway…?" Harry asked for the sake of keeping conversation.
"One hundred and eleven." Frodo answered simply without looking up from his task.
Harry almost choked. He knew Bilbo was old but he didn't think ancient—
"Almost pales in comparison to how old you must be." Frodo continued unaware of Harry's reaction.
The hell!? How old did Frodo think he was…!?
"You must be what? Five hundred at least…? " Frodo mused and chuckled.
Harry tried hard to not hyperventilate and even harder to not start weeping crazily.
"Mmmm…fffff…." Was the only thing he could manage.
"Tristan…" he quietly cursed; forgetting what the angel had told him.
In a flash of blue swirls, Tristan in all his glory materialized behind an oblivious Frodo. This sent the angel in a spazz attack and he started waving crazily to Harry who could only look to the scene with a face that resembled sucking a lemon.
Harry then tried to wave back and tell him to go away. He'd totally forgotten Tristan would come when called.
'Come back later.' Harry mouthed and jerked his head and waved his arms out the door.
Tristan however seemed to not have the ability to read lips and merely kept mouthing, 'WHAT?'
Frodo still seemed oblivious and didn't look up. To this Harry was grateful but couldn't chance the risk of letting Bilbo or heaven forbid, Gandalf walk in and see the panicked angel.
"I'm going outside to breathe air. I need a break…" Harry looked directly at Tristan who finally seemed to understand. With another swirl of lights, he had disappeared.
"Hmm, okay. Go ahead." Frodo still didn't look up from the present he was wrapping.
Harry hid a groan and went outside. Tristan stood just outside the door and turned and smiled at Harry who suddenly yanked on his arm and started dragging him away from the house.
"OW! Ow! Ouch! Whacha doing—OW! Stop pulling so harshly!" Tristan whined. And it wasn't until Harry was satisfied no one would see them did he let the angel go. "Did you call me just abuse me?" he asked rubbing the arm Harry had pulled.
"If only I could!" Harry snapped. Taking a deep breath, he readied himself to verbally accost the damn angel who had done this to him. "Tristan…I'm an elf." To emphasize this, Harry pulled on his pointy ears.
Tristan raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I know. I told you, you changed to help you survive here. It could be worse, you coulda been turned into a dwarf." The angel commented.
Harry glared. "I look like a girl."
"At least you're a pretty girl." Tristan made a kissy face and orbed when Harry tried to hit him. "But I'm glad you called. I have some information here that could help."
Harry didn't look convinced.
"Pshh. Anyway…this world is mostly centered on magical creatures as you've noticed. I've been doing some research by the way. You will not believe how long it took…" Tristan sat down on a tree root and motioned Harry to join him. "Listen carefully. This world has a very complicated history dating back thousands of years. Maybe if you're lucky you'll meet an elf you can explain it better than I can."
"Oh! I need an Elven name—" Harry tried to cut but was silenced by Tristan's hand.
"I'm getting to that! Plus we're going to havta do something about your magic…" he muttered and Harry felt himself wince. "Anyway, it seems you're a magnet for Dark Lords Mr. Potter. This world just happens to have one. Okay, I don't know everything because our records are very vague and we aren't allowed to know much about other worlds. All I do know is that thousands of years ago there was a dark lord. But the inhabitants of this world from that time managed to beat him. But it wasn't permanent. He left something here so he'd be able to come back. I know what you're thinking and it's almost the same deal—I think."
Harry paled. It was like Voldemort all over again.
"That's all I know from that!" Tristan smiled cheerfully. "Now to more pressing things!"
'Demented angel', Harry thought. 'What could be more pressing than another Dark Lord…?'
"You need an alias until you decide to come clean about who you really are. Plus Harry doesn't sound Elvish at all." The angel scoffed.
"I'm not sure about you but my elfish is a tad rusty." Sarcasm dripped from Harry's every word but the angel didn't seem to notice.
"Lucky for you I managed to pick up a few names…hopefully I got the translations right…how about Maeron? It means goodness."
"No."
"Beleg means strong."
"No."
"Ooh! I got one! How about Thalion! It means hero…"
"Hell no."
"Fine! Hmm…how about Mornefindon? Means black haired…"
"I can't even pronounce that…"
"Is that a no…?"
"Yes."
"So it's a yes…?
"NO!"
"Someone's grumpy today. How about Veryamaethon? Means brave fighter…"
"I. Can't. Pronounce. That. Either."
"Hmm...Melimion? Means loveable…"
"No."
"You're right. We wouldn't want to trick people into a false sense of security. Or maybe we do…? Hmm…"
"Gah! Just move to the next one!"
"Fine. Do we want something that describes you physically or mentally?"
"How about something short that I can pronounce?"
"Ah... come on! Just pick one!"
"Fine. Physically."
"Nibenon! It means small…heh heh…"
THWUMP
"Ow! I was just kidding…okay…how about Ainion."
"What's it mean…?"
"Er—angel."
"That's fine then. Ainion it is."
"But…come on! There's cooler names than that! Plus you look more like an Calanon to me!"
"What's that mean?"
"Light."
Sigh.
"Fine. Calanon then."
Tristan seemed happy now and Harry had to give a small smile. He was very loath to admit it but Tristan did lighten up his mood a bit sometimes.
"Okay. It turns out magic here is way different then what you're used too. They use staffs instead of wands. So I was thinking, your wand would get into your way a lot and you'd be very vulnerable if you lost it so I thought maybe…"
"Yes?" Harry prodded.
"Change the way you use magic. Get rid of the middleman AKA your wand. The wizards and witches in Britain use a conductor, a wand, to channel their magic and that's how they use their energy. It's like trying to fit a huge tree trunk into a small tiny metal tube. End result being that most of the magic is ineffective. But the witches in America have a different way of using magic. They just unleash it all at once. Of course, most of them have active powers and the rest has to be used in a spell."
Harry blinked. "You've lost me."
"Yeah… My brain almost exploded when my mentor told me what to tell you. Anyways, you've heard of Merlin right…?"
Harry scoffed, "Of course."
"Well, as Great of a Wizard he was, he still sorta messed things up for the witches and wizards on your side of the world. He sorta binded his magic to magical beings; dragons, unicorns, phoenixes, etc, etc and so one and so forth. You know, the core in your wands."
Harry lifted his own wand and wondered about the phoenix feather in his.
"Your way is more flexible and allows you a bit more room to do different things but it sorta weakens your magic. The other way allows the magic to be unleashed all at once but you have to rely more on spells then. But at least the liability of having your wand taken or stolen is gone. You won't be powerless if it does. Capiche?"
Harry sighed. "I'm confused. Will this new way make it easier then…?"
"Most certainly." Tristan grinned.
"What do I have to do?" Harry gave in.
"Well, the transfer of the magical forms takes a potion and a spell. Trust me, it'll all work fine. Just let me get the ingredients we need but we'll have to write the spell. I'll answer any more questions you have then agreed?"
"Sure. So should I meet you back here tonight?"
"Perfect. Until then Calanon." Tristan snickered, waved, and then vanished in his usual pattern of swirls and lights.
Harry sighed and looked down at the wand in his hand. Everything was changing so fast…
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Yeah, forgot to mention. Sorta disregards after Book 5, but the Horcrux things still happened. I'll try to explain later.
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