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Harry managed to slip out in the early morning., it had surprised him. He had expected alarms, wards, or something to go off, the minute he walked out the door. Nothing had happened.

He'd had a harder time finding Hermione.

Harry slowly knocked on the door. He saw a very surprised Hermione open the door.

"Where have you been?" She demanded pulling him into the house.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked surprised.

"Everyone is looking for you." Hermione explained heading over to her fireplace.

"Stop!" Harry called knowing what she had planned.

"Sirius is worried sick." She crossed her arms. "Tell me one reason why I shouldn't?"

"I have something, I want to tell you." Harry took a step closer to her.

Hermione looked puzzled. "Did something happen?'

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Maybe you should rest." Hermione whispered, looking him over. "You don't even look like you have slept."

Harry moaned. This wasn't what he had wasn't even sure he had planned anything. "I went back in time Hermione. I didn't change history, but they came are here."

"Who?" Hermione asked.

"What do you know about Light Elves?" Harry asked.

"I have read about them." She answered pulling him over to the couch. "What do you mean by they are here?"

"My parents." Harry answered slowly. "I went back, and they managed to kinda port key out at the last minute."

Hermione slowly shook her head. "That doesn't make sense, if my parents came back, I'd be with them. I wouldn't be here."

Harry moaned. She didn't understand, but she wouldn't, unless he told her. How could he tell her something like that? Draco hadn't told his friends. Then again, he sure wasn't Draco.

"What do you know about them? About the elves?" Harry asked.

"They have the power to change their looks at will." Hermione said thoughtfully. "It is said they were very powerfully. They were the only known elves with were the very rarest of elves."

"Not all have wings." Harry pointed out.

"No." Hermione agreed.

"How many are said to be left?" Harry asked.

"None. It is said they have died out." Hermione answered watching him closely.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"They were only male. There were no women light elves. They could marry humans, but no child would come from the marriage. They could mate with the fay, but only a different kind. That is the reason they died out, or so they say." Hermione answered.

"Why do you say that?" Harry asked.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.

"Hum?" Harry asked, his eyes fixed on the fireplace.

"You seem a little out of it." She remarked softly.

Harry shook his head. He hated the feelings that seemed to be crawling up his spine.

"Why all these questions?" She asked, moving to where she would be standing in front of him.

"Lily isn't my mother." Harry answered, hearing his own voice sound more like a growl. Was that even possible. "James is."

"If you are saying, James is a light elf, then the killing curse wouldn't had worked on him." Hermione whispered.

"He is half." Harry answered looking at her. Watching questions running through her mind.

"Do you know who your father is?" She asked.

"Lucius." Harry answered, finding his voice more calm. Maybe to calm. "Remus knew this, I think Sirius did. I think Snape even knew."

"Harry," Hermione whispered.

"The man tried to kill me." Harry pointed out getting up.

"Did he know?" Hermione asked.

"Yes." Harry answered starting to pace. "Draco is my full brother. James carried him as well, oh, Draco is a year older than I am."

"Harry." Hermione shook her head.

"I think I need to go." He muttered.

"Not without me," Hermione said leaving the room.

Harry looked from the door over to the fireplace. He could hear Hermione banging around, talking to some one.

"My parents said okay." She remarked walking back in. "So, I'll come get my things later."

Harry would only stare. "You do know Lucius will be about?"

"He doesn't scare me." Hermione answered opening the door.

Harry wished he could say the same. "What else do you know?"

"I only know what I have read." Hermione pointed out. "But, I have read, there are different kinds of light elves. They manage to keep their world hid. Another book even claims, that they came from another realm.

"Another realm?" Harry asked surprised.

Hermione grinned. "Like another land. The book also said, some use a portal to go in between the worlds."

"Do you believe that?" Harry asked.

"It could be, I mean if what you say is true, then I don't see why not." Hermione answered.

"Do you have the book?" Harry asked.

Hermione just smiled.

"Hermione?" Harry asked with a smile playing on his lips. "How about we go and try to find this portal?"

"When?" Hermione asked shocked.

"Today." Harry answered. He needed to take care of a few things first.

"What about Ron?" Hermione asked.

"What about him?" Harry asked. "What do you think he will say if he finds out I'm really a Malfoy?"

"You might have a point in that." Hermione agreed.

Harry knew he had a point in that. Plus, he wasn't ready to tell Ron yet.

They didn't say much on the trip back. Harry figured Hermione started forming a mental list of everything they needed to take with them.

Harry just kept feeling the same crawling moving up and down his spine. When it came down to it, he had decided they all had lied to him. Everyone of them. All but James. James hadn't been alive to lie to him.

He walked with Hermione up to the house. He believed apart of Hermione thought he had lost it. She had been giving him some strange looks.

Harry walked into the house. He could hear many voices, and decided to follow them.

He found they had gathered in the kitchen. All of them, even James and Lily.

"It is true." Hermione whispered beside him.

"Where have you been?" Lucius demanded.

"What is it to you?" Harry asked walking in. "What concern is it to anyone here? You all have lied."

"Harry." James said standing up.

Harry held is hand up. He wasn't mad at James, or Lily either. They hadn't been here to tell him anything. He kept that in his mind.

"Harry." Hermione whispered.

He felt strange. A calm strange.A scary strange. It was strange, because he knew, he was mad. It felt like the wind was picking up around him.

"Harry." She whispered once more.

Harry saw James whisper something to Draco. Draco nodded once before leaving.

"Harry." Lucius tried once more.

"You are nothing to me." Harry responded by turning the wind loose. Lucius was blown against the wall.

"Stop!" James called out.

Harry couldn't stop. If anything the wind seemed to pick up, tearing anything in its path. It felt as if he stood in the eye of a twister. He stood in the peace of the storm. His storm.

"Harry." Hermione whispered taking his hand.

Harry pulled her closer to him, that would keep her safe. He could hear the glass breaking. Someone yelling, he just couldn't put a name to the voice.

"Stop!" Hermione tried yelling above to noise.

He couldn't stop, he couldn't control it. Instead he watched, the storm had leveled out the kitchen, taking out walls with it.

He saw James pull Lucius out of the room. Some parents they were turning out to be. Running from their own child. Then again, he'd run from him as well.

The tug behind his navel got his attention. He knew that feeling. He knew that feeling well.

"Don't let go of my hand." He whispered feeling a pull. "What ever you do, don't let go."

Journee