AN: I'm doing Camp NaNoWriMo this month, which for those of you who don't know what it is, is where I challenge myself to write 50,000 words in one month. I'll be doing it both this month AND next month, so that means TONS of updates. And if you guys don't mind 1,500 word chapters, then you'll be getting roughly a chapter a day. :)

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"Harry," a soft voice said. I vaguely recognized it, but for the life of me could not place it. The voice was quiet and sounded caring, but internally, I frowned. I knew that voice. Why was it strange that it sounded caring?

"Harry," the voice tried again, beginning to sound both worried and exasperated. "Harry?" the annoyed voice questioned. I tried to open my eyes to answer, but found that I couldn't. Why not? I kept trying to move, and eventually managed to twitch my hand a bit. Well, I thought I had. Things seemed to be happening as if in a dream: voices took on that tone that you would hear from underwater. Any action that was made felt as if it wasn't really me controlling the action, as if I was just witnessing what was happening.

"Potter!" the voice finally yelled, and as my eyes shot open, I placed the voice before I even saw the person.

Malfoy. What was he doing here? Why wasn't he at his own home, enjoying the freedom that I had never been granted at the Dursleys'? It took only a few seconds for me to realize that I was not at the Dursleys' house. The room seemed happier, if that made any sense.

As I let my senses completely take over my thoughts for a moment, I noticed that I was on a plush bed that seemed to be made of clouds. Fluffy pillows were behind my head. Bright windows were across from the bed. No, I corrected myself. It wasn't a wall of windows. It was a wall of glass. The entire wall was made of glass. Sunlight was streaming in. The radiant beams felt warm on my face. Never had I woken up to sunlight at the Dursleys'. Then again, any place was better than the Dursleys', except maybe wherever Voldemort's camp was.

Actually, I thought to myself, after that truce last year, he would probably treat me better than my aunt, uncle, and cousin had for the past 15 years.

"Good. You're finally awake," Draco said. I noticed that slight smirk on his face.

"How-" I stopped to clear my throat. It was scratchy and made it nearly impossible for me to talk. "How long have I been out?"

"About a week." My eyes went wide and I sputtered. How could it have been that long?

"A week?"

"Yes, Captain Obvious, a week." He purposely imitated me on the last two words, for which I rolled my eyes at him.

"Okay then, Lieutenant Sarcasm, if you know so much, then why was I out cold for a week?"

"You birthday was the 31st, was it not?" Draco first asked.

"It was."

"And you turned 16, correct?"

"Yes, you know that already."

"And what happens when a wizard turns 16?"

"Where is this all leading?" I asked, getting pretty annoyed at the rhetorical questions. Besides, I was unable to answer this one.

"You came into your magical inheritance. Simple as that." Draco sat back in the leather armchair he was currently inhabiting and looked smug.

"Actually, that's not simple at all."

"How is it not?"

"It is only simple if a person actually understands what a magical inheritance is. I, unfortunately, do not. So, Mr. I-Know-So-Much, would you kindly explain what a magical inheritance is?"

"You don't know what a magical inheritance is?" Draco, the usually calm, cool, and collected person, looked dumbfounded.

"Didn't I just say that?" This caused Draco to sigh.

"Alright. I don't know why you wouldn't know, though, considering you're a pureblood."

"Half-blood," I automatically corrected. "My mum was a muggleborn."

"Actually, she wasn't. Her family was just a line of squibs." This caused me to blanch. A line of squibs? Was that why his aunt hated him so much? "Anyways, her family was a line of squibs. The Potters, however, were a line of purebloods that commonly mated with elves."

"Excuse me, mated?"

"Yes, mated. Married. Bonded. Joined in a civil union. However you want to say it. The term for elves is mated. Anyways, these elves, known as High Elves, generally have wizarding powers and are not known to the Wizarding World, unless they make themselves known. Glamor charms are usually put on the young elves before they entered schooling. In some cases, this was done at birth."

"And where is this all leading to?"

"Your father, his father, his father, and so on, were all High Elves. And if you were to continue this pattern past your own father, what would happen?"

"I'm a High Elf?"

"Got it in one. You, Harry, are a High Elf. That would be why you suddenly passed out a week ago, right when you turned 16. That is when young elves, veela, and other creatures of that sort come into their magical inheritance."

"I want to know more about High Elves, but can we go back to my mum for a second? Pureblood?"

"Yes, pureblood. After so many generations of squibs, people just assumed that your mother had been born to Muggles. A grotesque mistake, if you ask me. Stupid Snape. Mudblood? Lily Potter? Surely not." Draco shook his head in disgust. He looked away from me and out towards the glass wall. The sky was bright blue with hardly a cloud in sight. It made a much better sight to my eyes than anything at the Dursleys' house. Thank Merlin I was no longer there.

"So that was why the sorting hat wanted to place me in Slytherin," I muttered to myself. Draco's head snapped back to me.

"Did you just say what I think you said?"

"What did you think I said?"

"The sorting hat almost placed you in Slytherin."

"Yes, then you heard me correctly." Draco froze.

"Are you serious?"

"Psh, no. Sirius is dead." I stopped and became sad. Draco looked confused for a moment before he realized what had happened.

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry," he said quietly to me. I nodded sadly. Draco put a hand on my shoulder. I instantly felt calmer. "Feel better?" he asked me kindly.

"Much. What did you do?"

"Elves have special powers. My family has been known to control emotions. Most of my ancestors needed physical contact once they learned to control their powers. I'm still learning, though, and I can easily do it through contact. Power levels affect this sort of thing."

"Any idea what extra powers I might have?" I asked curiously.

"It's likely that, as a High Elf, you will have elemental powers. Your family has been known to have powers dealing with the mind. It's always been slightly different for each person, considering the fact that power levels can affect, and even change, a person's powers. Considering your past endeavors, I'm betting that you'll have some of the strongest powers that your family has ever seen." My eyes went wide.

"Really?" Draco chuckled and a smirk covered his features.

"Yes, Harry, really. How else would you have banished Voldemort when you were so young? Elf powers tend to release energy when the elf is threatened."

"Oh," I said quietly. Draco laughed, and the minute I glared at him, he instantly shut up.

"Sorry," he muttered. I looked around again, noticing more now that I was fully awake. The bed, dresser, and leather chair were all made using a beautiful mahogany wood. Most of the objects on the dresser were made of crystal, which made me wonder ever more where I was.

"Where am I?" I asked, voicing my thoughts.

"The palace," Draco responded easily.

"What palace?" He rolled his eyes at me and scoffed.

"Poor Potter. 'What palace?' Ha! Your palace, Harry. Your palace. The palace of the High Elves." Not for the first time that day, I was shocked.

"What do you mean, my palace?" I repeated.

"It's your palace. As in, you're the last of the High Elves. Sure, other people live there, like servants and your advisors, but it is under your control. If you tell someone to leave, then they leave. Not only in the palace, but among the elves, too. Any order you give them must be followed." I froze. Things suddenly made more sense.

"Follow your orders if you want, but don't try to interfere with anything that we might do," I said. Draco laughed from behind me.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Draco replied.

"So at Hogwarts, when I told you not to interfere…?"

"I took that as a direct order. I wouldn't have been able to interfere, even if I had wanted to." I was shocked. Again. I had that much control over Draco?

"How many elves are there, anyways?"

"A few thousand. Tens, hundreds maybe. No more than a million."

"A million?"

"Yes, a million." Draco laughed. "Don't you have more than a million people falling at your feet now, anyways? You seem to have no trouble with that."

"No trouble with that? I hate it! I don't want to be the center of attention, especially for something that I have no control over!"

"Well, you'll just have to deal with it, because as of the end of this summer, you're going to be king of the elves and leader of the High Elves and army. We need a leader, and now that you've come into your inheritance, you are our prime candidate. The workers here have already begun to plan for a coronation, and after that-" I cut Draco off.

"Wait, by the end of the summer? That's only a few weeks away! And coronation? I don't want to be the king of the elves, let alone commander of an army!"

"Deal with it. The elves have been against Voldemort since the very beginning. Now that he's recruiting 'creatures,' as he calls us, we need a leader. Unfortunately, with James Potter dead and your grandfather having died two years ago, you are the last High Elf."

"Wait, my grandfather was alive for twelve years while I was forced to live in an abusive house with my aunt and uncle? Where was he during this?"

"I'm afraid I can't answer that," Draco replied evenly. "There is someone else who can, but he is not here at the moment. In fact, he's at Hogwarts, sitting in his office, twiddling his thumbs as he leads the Order of the Burnt Turkey."

"Dumbledore didn't let my own grandparents take care of me?" As I finished the sentence, I noticed that the crystal objects on the dresser began to shake. Once again, Draco put a hand on my shoulder. The objects, while still shaking slightly, were in less danger of breaking. Draco's eyes went wide.

"Harry, you have to calm down!"

"Why don't you just use your special elf powers and calm me down yourself!" I said loudly, nearly yelling.

"I tried," he responded softly. "However, your powers overpower mine. I just used everything I had." This shocked me into calming my rage. The crystal objects stopped shaking, and I finally noticed exactly what had been happening around me.

"If I were to become king," I began slowly, "would I have immunity from Dumbledore?" Draco grinned.

"Absolutely, and from the Ministry, as well. Nobody could control you."

AN: Please review! You don't know how thrilled I was with all of the reviews last chapter. :)