AN: Another chapter! You love when I don't have internet access, don't you?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

"I'll do it," I said immediately.

"You'll become king?"

"Yes, if it means Dumbledore can no longer control me. He's messed up my life enough as it is." Draco snorted.

"He manipulates everyone, although most people don't notice. The old man likes to be the puppeteer. We're simply his marionettes." I sat back against the pillows to take this all in. I wasn't the only person to notice how manipulative Dumbledore was?

"So I take it you don't like him, either?" Draco just scoffed.

"That would be the understatement of the millennium. Most people in my house hate him, and not just because he's lord of the Light."

"Lord of the Light?"

"We've got the Dark Lord, you've got the Light Lord." I looked at him strangely. "Alright, fine, we might have had a little bit too much firewhiskey that night." I laughed.

"You say we, yet you're an elf. Where do you stand in the war?"

"Neutral. However, if I were forced to choose, I would choose the Dark Lord, and not just because my father did. He is the lesser of the two evils."

"Isn't your father an elf?"

"He defected. He and my mother were both part of my elven family, but father chose wizardry over his elven powers. Although he is still able to come here, he is not very welcome."

"'Not very welcome' meaning…?"

"He'd probably get thrown out the second he entered the city." Draco chuckled darkly at the mere image in his head.

"Are there any other things I should know about elves?"

"Besides appearance, since we're all very pale, we also have heightened senses. We can see more clearly in the dark than wizards and humans. Our hearing is improved, and we're able to smell things a bit better, but not by much."

"Is that it?"

"Pretty much." Draco looked away from me again, this time towards the single door in the room. He sighed. "We should be getting you ready for your coronation. There are so many things you have to be taught. It would not impress people if you mess up during the ceremony."

"No, I suppose it wouldn't." I shifted on the bed and turned so I could stand on the floor. Draco stood from his chair the moment I was fully standing. I looked at him curiously. "Going somewhere?"

"Only where you are. I was told to protect you at all costs."

"Because I'm the last High Elf?"

"Among other things," he said evasively.

"According to what you told me a few minutes ago, I could make you tell me."

"Yes, you could. However, being the brave and noble Gryffindor that you are, you would not force me to tell you something that I do not want, nor am willingly able, to tell you."

"I suppose you are right. Will you eventually tell me of this big deep, dark secret that you have?"

"Maybe one day. I'm not the only one with secrets, though, am I?" I looked anywhere but at Draco.

"If you won't tell me your secrets, I won't tell you mine."

"Fair enough," he responded. "Shall we be going, then?" I looked down at myself. I was still wearing Dudley's old clothes. They were extremely baggy and made me look shapeless and tinier than I already was.

"Can you do anything about my clothes?" I asked him. Draco smirked. He waved his hand at my outfit and it suddenly became a perfectly fitting pair of black pants and an emerald green dress shirt. Another wave and I also had a cloak.

"Better?"

"How did you do that?" I questioned, shocked that he had just done wandless magic.

"Whoops, I forgot to mention. Elves also have an affinity for wandless magic. As magical beings, and not wizards, we are able to tap into our cores much easier. Mother and Father trained me from a very young age. I'm certain that you will be casting wandless spells of your own soon enough."

"Will you help me?"

"You will have tutors, but yes, if you need it, then I will help you." I began to walk out of the room, then stopped and turned back to face Draco. I smiled at him.

"Thank you."

"Just doing my duty."

I exited the room with Draco right behind me. It was then that I realized I had absolutely no idea where I was going.

"You get to lead," I said with humor.

"The future king doesn't even know his way around his own castle! Ha!" Draco teased as he started walking in the opposite direction.

"Where exactly are we going?" Draco turned his head around and smirked.

"Coronation planning."

"Draco! You've returned!" a white-haired lady exclaimed as Draco pushed open the large oak double doors. The lady had on a crisp white dress and a dark brown apron. There was a symbol on the apron consisting of a lion and a snake. However, unlike at Hogwarts where the lions and snakes were usually at odds, and snake was wrapped around the paw of the lion.

"Hello, Grandmother," Draco replied easily.

"Who is this that you have brought?" a greying man next to the lady asked. He wore a white dress shirt and brown pants that were the exact same color as his wife's apron. On the pocket of his shirt, there was the same insignia as on the apron.

"This is Harry Potter," Draco said with a grin. His grandparents gasped and immediately bowed to him.

"Uh…hi," I said awkwardly. Why were they bowing? I was not king yet. Draco laughed boisterously.

"He doesn't like attention. He claims that he gets enough already from the Wizarding World and doesn't need it from the elven people, too." I blushed at his words. While they may have been true, it was still embarrassing to hear. Draco's grandparents immediately straightened up.

"My apologies, your majesty," his grandmother said to me.

"Please just call me Harry," I replied. She smiled warmly, and it made my heart ache as I realized that I would never have a grandmother like this, let alone anyone to call family.

"Then please feel free to call me Elizabeth." Elizabeth pulled me into a tight hug and for the first time, I felt loved.

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