Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Potter Manor was Huge, with a capital H. Trianna really consider herself to have a fit and healthy body but even she had to rest her tired legs at least 5 times. They toured the huge botanic garden that had a magnificent ancient Roman theme. The green house that held so many types of plants they have never seen before. Near the end of the garden was an observatory. Someone really went all out with this one as well. The equipments looked high classed and had very strong preserved charms placed in them. The walls were decorated with runes and even the floor was not left vulnerable. There must have been a time charm within the room because the single fresh red apple on the table was anything but spoil. Trianna checked to make sure an sure enough, there was no magic placed on the apple. It was then that Harry asked if he could have the apple. Trianna only looked at him questionably and Harry told her he was never allowed to eat an apple before. Needless to say, Harry quickly got his wish and happily munched away at the juicy apple.

The three had a great time in the Music rooms. Harry and Trianna tested every instruments they could get there hands on. There were hundreds from all sizes and shape. It would seem that the Potters were collectors when it come to instruments. The three spent a long time within these rooms. It was only because they could no longer ignore their growling stomach that they made their way to the dinning hall only to relocate to the kitchen because the dinning hall was too big and formal to have a homy meal. The kitchen could be described as very French and rustic in terms of style. There was a tasteful mixture of stone and wood with the update of granite counter tops, a sleek modern sink and a hide away refrigerator with french doors. The refrigerator was plated with the same wood as the rest of the grand kitchen and hid seamlessly as a large cabinet.

After their meal the three continue on their tour. They ventured to the large library but only briefly as Harry said something was calling for his attention. The three ended up walking through an ancient ward with many layers and found themselves in the lost hall of portraits. The two green eyes Potters gasped as they felt a pull in their magic and watched as the many stilled portraits came alive. The portraits blinked, yawned, and stretched. There were exchange of greetings and finally, every pair of painted eyes focused on them. It was scary and disconcerting to say the least.

Trianna and Harry shared a look and gulped at the same time before they turned to the nearest portrait. The gold name plate read, Charlus Potter 1920-1977.

"Good evening, Grandfather." Trianna curtsied. "I, Trianna Lilith Potter, your granddaughter, greet you" She stood erected again and brought Harry to face forward with his back to her. He struggled just a bit but relaxed when he felt his back touched her chest. "Say hello, Haanee" she whispered in his ears. Harry glanced back at her before he turned back to the large portraits with timid eyes.

"Hello, Grandpapa. I'm Harry Potter" he spoke just above a soft whispered but his voice was loudly registered within the quiet hall. His green eyes connected with Charlus' hazel and he twisted his body back and swung his arms around Trianna's neck.

"Hmpf" She was caught by surprise. She blinked as the sounds of amused laughter rung through the air. Her eyes followed and she found that most of the portraits where either chuckling, giggling or just simple smiling. The twinkles of amusement brighten their painted eyes.

"I believe I have only one grandchild" Charlus said. The whole hall was caste in silent once more.

"We are one and the same, Grandfather. Something had recently happened. Harry is not of this dimension. In an effort to safe his life, his magic brought him to me. He was dieing, Grandpa. I was dieing in another world." her voice started out strong but descended and hushed, strained. She hugged Harry's small body closer and eyes lowered to the ground. She did not looked up when sounds of sobs and anger registered in her ears.

"Why is it that you had only just gotten here? Where are your parents child?"

"I'm an orphan, Grandfather; since I was three months passed my first birthday."

The sounds of sobbing got more profound.

"And where did you live, child?"

"I was left on the doorstep of my mother's sister's family home by Albus Dumbledore" she said stoically; her voice devoid of any emotion.

The silent message was not missed by anyone. Her tone of voice and choice of words spoke volume.

"Dear child..."

"I must tell you something, Grandfather. I have confident in my suspicion that Albus Dumbledore want me dead."

"What!" a pandemonium broke out. Portraits where yelling left and right. Even Bambi yelled and demanded answers. Little Harry whimpered and buried his face deeper into Trianna's hair. The sounds of his fearful cries had everyone stopped in their track.

"Shh, Haanee. I won't let anybody hurt you. Shh" she bounced him gently and drew soothing circles about his back. She gave all the portraits a hard glare. They gave her a sheepish look and murmured apologies. A few have proud looks on their faces.

"You must tell give me the updates on the outside world, child. We have much to discuss"

"Of course, Grandfather."

"No!"

"Come on, Haanee. You must bath. See the water is not hot, its not cold. Its perfect. Come on, please."

"No! Don't wanna." Harry ferociously. His small hand gripped tightly at Trianna shirt. His naked body pressed snugly to her in an effort to conserve heat.

"Please, Harry. I'm begging you. Here touch the water with your toes." she lowered him down, hovering his body just above the warm steaming water. Harry eyed her suspiciously. She gave him a cute pout and his revolved faltered. He eyed the water, glaring as if it would somehow do something to it. He hesitantly lower his foot and deep his big toe in. he found the water pleasant but quickly curled back his leg.

Trianna sighed. She caught Harry's eyes and the two stared in obvious stubbornness.

"Anna wash with Harry" He said in the strongest tone he could mustered. Trianna raised a bow. "You only bathe if I do so with you?" He nodded. Trianna glared. They continued to stare for a long moment until Trianna gave up.

"Fine!" she pouted. She sat him down on the edge of the huge marble tub and disrobed. Harry shivered at the cold temperature of the marble. His eyes studied Trianna.

"Where's Anna's peepee?" He asked with cute childish tone.

Trianna froze. She was at loss for words. "Um..." 'Gosh! What am I suppose to say?'

Decided to delay a reply she took wide steps to him and picked him up. She continued on her stride and entered the tube. Harry squeaked and clung to her; his body shaking. Trianna drew soothing circles about is back and whispered sweet nothing in his ears.

"All better?" she asked when his shaking receded. He nodded. She move to lean back but Harry continued to clung his body to hers.

"come on, Haanee. Let go. If you're good, I'll teach you how to swim."

"Swim? Like fishie?"

"Yeah, like fishie" Harry gave her a searching look and nodded. He slowly leaned back, his arms still had a tight grip on her biceps.

"May I clean your hair?"

"My hair?...'kay"

Trianna gave him a soft smile and reached out for several bottles. She opened the caps for each ones and brought one to Harry's nose.

"Which scent do you want? We have Snow & Peonies Dew, Morning Dew, Ocean Flower, Moon Flower, Mint-Almond, and Mystic Sea. Which one do you like"

"Can I smell that one again?"

"Sure"

"I like this one. It smell like Anna." Harry said as he pointed to the first bottle. "But Anna still smell...prettier?" he nodded at his own question. "Harry wants this one" He took the bottle of Mint-Almond scent. Trianna replaced the other bottles back in their places and turned back to Harry.

"Do you want my help or do you want to do it yourself?"

"Harry is a big boy..." He gave her an uncertain look.

"But Harry want to experience how it feels like to have other do it for him" Trianna finished his sentence. Harry eyes watered as he nodded. His lips trembled and he sniffed back tears. Trianna patted his head and gentle took the bottle from his hold. She squeezed out a small amount and applied it to his hair after she rubbed her hands together following the replacement of the bottle to its organized space. She massaged the liquid soap through his thick hair.

Little Harry was having a hard time coping with the thick abundant feeling of happiness. He was too new this incoming onslaught of emotion. Through out his short life, all he had ever known were emotions of negativity. He can deal with hate, shame, disappointment, anger, sadness; every emotions within the spectra of negativity. Then now here he was; without preamble, he was being exposed to Love and Happiness. To cry, that was all he could do and so he did. He did not mean to burden his other self, but he could not help it. I cried his eyes out in his other self chest.

Trianna was at lost for what to do. She could understand his reaction. He was her after all. She may not be able to understand perfectly, but she gets the gist of it. He was overwhelmed. She lets him cry. It was best for him to empty all of his tears. She silently continue to gently clean him. She was happy to see that she had done a great job in healing him. It did took a lot out of her. Even now, she still felt fatigue. It was a good thing that he is so young and his regeneration rate is still really high due to his growing age. He is still really skinny though. She would have to be really careful with his food consumption. It was good that his first meal here was soup. She was not sure how he would react to solid food. She did not know much about food therapy but she knows enough to talk baby steps about everything.

Dear Draco,

How are you? Have anything interesting happen? Something happened on the first day I got back to my relative house. I can't tell you, though. I'm sorry. It is just too dangerous if someone were to intercept this letter. I will tell you that I did not think that this event was even possible. I just spiked your interest didn't I? Sorry. Truly, I am.

In another note, I went on a global shopping spree! Yep! I'm not lying. You probably just dropped your jaw didn't you? Hehehehe. I went into London then Paris, Berlin, and even to Seoul, Korea. Thanks goodness for translation spells. I really don't get why wizards don't keep up with fashion. It is an art.

Its really unfortunate that I cannot wear them as often as I would like. I want you to see me in my new clothes. Have you done any summer work yet? I've finished with mine. Hogwarts is just so easy. Is it really the best magic school around or is it the best one in Great Britain?

Draco, I must know. Is your father really a follower of Voldemort? Will he go after my life? What about your mother? I will not strain you with the obligation to choose between your family and me. Of course I would always root for you to take my side but in the end I don't want you to live with any regret. Gosh! How did this letter came to this? I've missed you, my Dragon. Write back soon alright?

Yours,

Trianna

Draco put down the letter and ran a hand through his hair. He leaned back on his seat at the bay window. He had reread the content of this letter so many times. He did not know how to reply. The questions in her letter had made him pause and think. He really did not like what his mind had conjured up. As a boy, he had idolize his parents, most of all his father. The man was the model of Pureblood nobles. He was cunning, intelligent, successful, and wealthy. The man was also ruthless and is infamous because of it. His mother was his father's trophy wife. Draco once thought that he would want the same thing when it came time for him to choose a wife. This idea was shattered when he gotten to know Trianna. She was no one wallflower. She was outspoken and strong headed. There are so many dimension to her an he was fascinated. He would have nothing less.

Voldemort, the name still sent cold shiver down his spine. Trianna would laugh if she knew. She once told him that the Dark Lords name was stupid. It was only by sheer luck that they had never had a conversation that would involve the use of the Dark Lord's name more then twice. His father's relationship with the Dark Lord brought fear to Draco. He knew without a doubt that his father would have him join the Dark Lord's liege once he was of age, maybe sooner. His father believes that the Dark Lord will rise again and with vengeance. The Malfoy Lord want the glory and power when that happen. To put in the simple terms, Draco was scared. He was scared witless.

Trianna watched in complete silent as Ragnok knead his temples.

"Lets me get this straight. He.." Ragnok pointed to Little Harry. '...is you from another dimension and your magic brought him here and you saved his life making this dimension his home because your magic have anchored him to you?" Trianna nodded. "And you want me to change his name because there cannot be two Harry Potter and yet here before me sat two bodies of one named Harry Potter."

"That would sum it up. I would greatly appreciate your assistant, Master Goblin."

"Magic just doesn't work that way, Ms. Potter" Ragnok spoke, indignantly.

"Have you ask magic if this is allow?" Trianna countered. Ragnok paused. His back stiff and eyes wide. It was clear to Trianna that he had never thought of that before. She was certain that even the mere idea of this was preposterous to the goblin banker.

"Ms. Potter, magic is not something you can call upon for question" he gave her a look that told her how crazy he thought she was. Trianna raised a brow in challenge.

"Oh? Then how do you explain the sentient of Hogwarts Castle? The Sorting Hat? Little Harry's wish that magic had granted? Do you truly not belief in my concept of magic or are you too afraid."

"..." he said nothing. There was a subtle look of ponder in his eyes.

"What I'm asking of you is quite simple. All I ask is for you to register Little Harry as my younger brother. I'm sure you can add his name to the Potter family tree without a problem. There is no need to have a vault under his name for he can use mine. We have already established a vault under my true name and so there really are not much to be done."

"And the Ministry; what would you have me do?"

"It's quite simple. Harry's document will be sent there under a seal of blood magic using my blood, Harry's blood, my elf's blood and yours. With your permission of course." She paused for his answer. He was silent in contemplation then nodded. Trianna nodded in thanks.

She continued, "I have read that it is require for Gringotts to send the documents to the Ministry for registry but no where did it say that the Ministry have to know the contents of the document."

Ragnok nodded. "What of the Minister signature?"

Trianna blinked. She gave the question some thoughts. "I don't think the birth of a wizard child need the Minister attention. I know that his will go into the hall of life and death record. On that note, my files are also frozen right? It would make sense since the world knows of me as Harry Potter."

"It is Ms. Potter" Ragnok confirmed.

"Anna, Harry is hungry" Harry said; his hand patted her cheeks to call for her attention. She looked down and smile at his cute pout. Her patted his head and weaved her fingers through his soft hair.

"Alright, we'll go have lunch a bit. Harry must wait for Anna to finish her conversation with Master Goblin Ragnok, okay?" She spoke softly. Harry searched her eyes before he nodded in agreement. The two shared a smile before Harry laid his head back on her shoulder and Trianna turned her attention back to Ragnok.

"Shall we get started then?"

Bambi's sharp eyes silently gazed at his reflection. Staring back at him was an image he never thought he could see again. Long cream-blond silky hair that shine in the light. Golden green eyes that made him smile in satisfaction as it was the by product of the fusion of his beautiful mistress's intoxicating magic. His lips were neither too thin nor was it too thick. His nose was small and high. The shape of his face was close to the shape of a sharper oval. The most imposing feature was his noble high elven ears that pointed out sharply from either side of his head. He stood at a dominating height of 6'7''. his body was lithe and athletic. His muscles were refine, a sculptor's dream masterpiece.

Bambi's arm touched his chest; his hand placed directly over his heart. He could feel the fast rhythm and hear the loud pounding in his sensitive ears. He blinked and there within the reflection of the mirror was his beautiful mistress embracing him from behind with her head resting on his shoulder. She was taller and older, in the prime of her life. He blinked again and she was gone. He breathed through his pearl white teeth and his hand pressed hard at his chest. He closed his eyes and there she was again. Her beautiful face haunting him. Her sparkling eyes, that coy smile; she was taunting him. His magic burst from his core and he fazed to her.

'This is improper!' his mind scream as his eyes fell on her sleeping form. He was able to force his body to stay in place but his eyes turned traitor. His sharp eyes took in her beautiful, vulnerable slumbering form. Desire ascend with every passing seconds.

'Stop this, go away! I must stop! It is improper.' his mind screamed yet he could not help but appreciate ethereal form that glowed under the soft moonlight that filtered through the sheer curtain glass window. Her long raven black hair shine with abundant health. Her alabaster skin was creamy and voided of any blemish. Her long lashes fan on her cheeks. He wished to see the mesmerizing green of her eyes that were hidden behind her close lids. Her lips, he dared to venture more thoughts.

A hand slapped over his eyes while the other clutched tight at the fabric that was atop of his heart. He grinned his teeth. "This is improper," he told himself, spoken out loud in a soft whisper, in an attempt to convince his own mind.

"Bambi?" Trianna soft voice registered in his sensitive ears and he froze. His eyes snapped toward her form. He watched as her she struggle to open her eyes. Her lips pouting cutely. Her brows furrowed.

"Are you there?" she murmured. Her sleepy eyes scanned the dark room that was only illuminated by the moonlight. "I know you're there. I can touch your magic, Bambi" Trianna slowly raised herself up with the support from her arms. She gracefully maneuvered to a sitting position.

He wanted to get away. His desire for her only at the touch of her magic. "Mistress..." his words faltered as he felt his breath caught at the sight of her nearly bare shoulder at the fall of her comforter. Her long, swan-like neck, was creamy and inviting. Her small shoulder made her appear vulnerable and edged on his instinct to protect her. He wanted to run over to her and hold her within his arms. He wants to inhale her wonderful scent of virgin snow and peonies. He wants to run his long fingers through her luscious hair. He wants to k...

"Your voice..." Trianna voice struck his train of thoughts. He instinctively took a step back. "Bambi, come here"

He shook his head. "It isn't proper, Mistress"

Trianna frowned. "Please, Bambi. I want to see you" she heard him gasp. There were sounds of flapping hair.

"I should not be here, Mistress. I must go"

"No! Come to me, Bambi. Please"

He wanted to leave so badly but the tone of her voice pulled at his heart. He could not deny her of anything. He took his first step toward her. Before he know it, he stood before her. His eyes was temporarily blinded by the moonlight. He blinked. His sensitive ears picked up the soft sound of her gasp.

"Bambi...no, this cannot be your name. You are no 'child'. Please tell me your name"

He studied her. Up close, she looked even more beautiful. She was breathtaking. The warm current of of her breath on his lips brought awareness to how close she'd gotten. She was on her knees to make up for their difference in height. 'She's so small' he noticed. The width of her body from shoulder to shoulder was barely wider than the width of his waist.

The two stayed in place. Neither made a move to touch the other. Their eyes locked and searching.

"Your eyes changed again,... I do not know how to address you. Please, I wish for your name. Won't you tell me? Would you not return the favor? Have I not given you my own name upon your request?"

"Mistress..." Her eyes glazed over with sadness and betrayal.

"I have not speak this name in so long..." she nodded "my name.. Elessar; the meaning of dawn, the time when the Melwasúl, brilliance, of the sun break through the thick darkness of the night. Elessar Melwasúl that is my name."

That's it for this chapter. i'm so sleepy. you should know that it is currently 12:38 AM. i'm stopping it here because i won't have time tomorrow. i was so tempted to just not even gotten there and continue sometime tomorrow when i have time. Gosh! i'm not writing any more comment-this, what ever this is called. i can't even think straight right now. need sleep...-

Leave review people. *Yawn*