Hey there guys, long time no read ;p. I am sooooo sooooo sorry that I haven't done something on this story for a while as I have been totally bogged down with work since two people quit and we haven't gotten any new staff. Though hopefully I will be getting more of this done for you. It may take a bit longer as I want to write out more then one chapter this time so that I can post much faster.
Please forgive me with how long my story is taking to post and I will try and get more out to you all soon. Thank you to all of those that are still reading and waiting for updates, please keep them coming.
Within the next 2 chapters we will be getting Harry off to his first trip out of England as well as Harry/Snape Bonding, Harry/Legolas loving as well as Snape/Aragorn cuddles.
Chapter 20
Molly looked over to where the others were standing, she knew that she had never seen them before and knew nothing about them, "Harry dear, are you going to introduce us to your friends?" she asked.
Harry turned his attention to Molly, "Huh?"
"Your friends Harry dear, the ones that you haven't introduced to us." Molly pointed over to where Aragorn and the others were standing.
"Oh yea I forgot." Harry chuckled a hand behind his head and walked over to where Gandalf was standing.
"This gentleman here is Headmaster Dumbledores older brother Gandalf The White. He is also less eccentric then Headmaster Dumbledore is." Harry explained with a bright smile at the scowling headmaster.
"These two little guys here are actually fully grown, they are known as Hobbits, Merry and Pippin and they love nothing more then to eat and drink ale." He explained, "they are great friends and really very funny." He explained and moved over to the man next to them with scruffy red hair.
"This is Gimli son of Gloin and he is a dwarf and is as ruff as guts. Be careful what you say because he will lob you off at the knees quite happily with his axe." Harry explained and moved quickly over to Aragorn.
"This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur and King of Gondor. Though calling him Aragorn in good enough." Harry said as he ducked the swinging arm of Aragorn and moved quickly over to where Legolas was and using him as a guard against Aragorn.
"Brat, you'll get it for that. Sword training tomorrow at dawn." Aragorn told him happily. Harry let out an unhappy groan.
"And this is Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood and an elf." Harry introduced waving Legolas' hand for him at the others.
"Would you like archery to join your swords tomorrow?" Legolas questioned him and his waving hand stopped and dropped to his side and Harry pouted.
"You guys are mean." He mumbled and walked over to Salazar and Godric, "And here we have Salazar Slytherin, who I threw up during dinner one night and Godric Gryffindor who was born from a griffins egg along with a baby griffin that the Headmaster let me keep." Harry explained as he pulled the sleeping griffin from his pocket and showed it off. "I've called him Spot."
"Spot? Honestly Harry can't you come up with anything better than Spot." Ron questioned him as he came over to give the non-red headed Weasley a hug, "Happy birthday mate."
"Thanks Ron." Harry responded hugging the taller back and putting Spot on his head.
"So what are you going to do first Harry." Neville spoke up, "Presents or food?"
"FOOD!" Merry and Pippin spoke up.
"I guess that answers that question." Arthur spoke up and went over to seat himself at the table.
Albus let out a laugh, "Yes come everyone and sit. The house elves have prepared a large feast. One I'm sure that we won't eat all of." He said and sat down at one end of the round table and waited for everyone to join him.
Harry quickly moved and sat down at the table, Ron and Neville sat on either side of him. Hermione and her family sat across from him, Olivia juggling Jason as she sat down.
Merry and Pippin hurried to their seats and sat impatiently for everyone to sit down so that they could start eating. Legolas took a seat next to Gandalf and Aragorn by Severus. Once everyone was seated the food appeared and the Hobbits happily dug in and chatted happily with the Weasley twins.
Harry was extremely happy. All of his closest friends and his family were with him on his birthday where as his parents and Sirius were not there with him celebrating. Harry looked over to where Snape was sitting, chatting quite happily with Aragorn.
"Do you think that the Chudley Cannons will win this year Harry?" Ron questioned around a mouthful of food.
"They never win Ron. Just look at their motto Ron." Neville spoke up, eating in a much more civilised manner.
Ron pouted and shoved more food in his mouth.
Harry shook his head, "There is always the possibility that they will win Ron but don't hold on to the delusion that they will." He said with a slap to Ron's shoulder.
"Well I say that we should have a game after lunch before we open your presents." Ron declared.
"And who would you have play Mr Weasley?" Severus questioned him as he paused from dinner to have a drink. "There surely aren't enough people for two teams."
"Oh come now Severus there is more then enough people for two teams. I know that you were quite spectacular in your younger days." Albus spoke up, "And I wasn't so bad in my youth, though I am a little older now then I was then." He chuckled.
"We can show these youngsters what we're made of." Fillius said excitedly almost falling off of his chair as he jumped up excitedly.
"Yes but you seem to forget that I am the youngest Seeker in a Century and Gred and Forge are the best Beaters Gryffindor has ever had and there is no one that can beat us." Harry threw back in challenge, then in a stage whisper, "And Ron, but don't tell him that." Ron dropped his fork and hit Harry in the side of the head.
"Oi what was that for?" Harry questioned, pouting slightly at his friend.
"For being a prat." Ron responded and promptly went back to eating his lunch.
"Then we shall have a Quidditch match with modified rules of course." Albus stated and went back to eating his lunch.
"YES." The teenagers crowed and heartily dug into their meal, hurrying through their lunch so that they could get to the game all that much quicker, the adults chuckled around them.
Voldemorts pale fingers traced the scales of Nagini as he watched the boiling of the cauldron that was hanging in front of him. A purple and silver potion swirling with out the help of a stirring rod to stir the mixture, the smell of lavender coming from the smoke the cauldron expelled.
"Sssoon Nagini the potion will be ready and Harry Potter won't be able to do anything about it. Nor will that meddling old man." Voldemort hissed to Nagini.
"Jussst be careful massster. You don't know much about thisss potion, it could caussse the opposssite effect then you desssire." Nagini hissed in warning as she curled around his shoulders and started to drift to sleep.
Voldemort scratched her under the chin, 'Nothing will go wrong my dear Nagini. Nothing can stop me now.' His red eyes flashed at the thought of victory being so close.
Salazar sat in the bleachers of the Quidditch stadium along with the Grangers, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Gimli and Madame Longbottom. Godric was seated much closer to the edge so that he could see what was happening during the match.
The teams had been decided inside after lunch had finished and were as follows.
Team 1: Harry Potter – Seeker
Ron Weasley – Keeper
Fred and George Weasley – Beater
Neville Longbottom – Chaser
Charlie Weasley - Chaser
Team 2: Severus Snape – Seeker
Albus Dumbledore – Chaser
Filius Flitwick – Keeper
Minerva McGonagall – Beater
Pomona Sprout – Beater
Poppy Pomfrey – Chaser
"So what is the aim of this game?" Olivia asked as she fed Jason his bottle.
"Quidditch is a fast, dangerous, exciting game in which two teams flying on broomsticks compete for points scored by throwing a ball--the Quaffle--through hoops on either end of a large grassy pitch." Hermione quoted from The Quidditch Handbook, not like she didn't pick up anything about Quidditch from Ron and Harry going on about it all the time.
Bill hurried out of the Egyptian Ministry with Carmel by him carrying two tents while he himself carried another two for their guests on the camp. Bill and Carmel quickly popped out of the vacinity of the Ministry and back to their campsite.
"Is everything set up?" Bill asked Carmel.
"Yes, everything is all ready for Harry and his friends. Nothing will go wrong Bill. I've even got some tombs lined up for Harry to explore." Carmel explained excited about having Harry Potter on the dig site.
Bill shook his head, "Behave yourself and calm down." He said to Carmel putting a restraining hand on his neck and shook him gently.
Carmel looked sheepishly at Bill through his chocolate brown hair and moved as quick as a cobra and kissed Bill on the lips and smiled brightly at him, "Ok." He chirped and went running over to his tent and disappeared inside.
"I'm gunna have to keep him away from Harry." He mumbled with a laugh and went off after Carmel and deposited the things he had gotten for Harry in his tent.
Harry looked over at the teachers' box. He looked to see that Legolas, Aragorn, Merry, Pippin, Gimli and the Granger family were watching and wincing as the game went on. He was about to return his attention to where Snape was hovering when a flicker of gold caught his eyes hovering next to Gimli and he took off for the stand.
"Why is he comin' this way so fast?" Gimli asked nervously.
"It seems as though that he has seen the little golden Snitch." Godric spoke up from where he was reading one of the worn Quidditch books.
Harry pressed his body down to the smooth polished wood urging his broom to go faster he noticed that a Bludger was coming his way just as he reached the teachers stand his hand out stretched for the snitch by the Gimli's head just as the Bludger hit him in the kidney causing him to fall onto the barricade with a painful oomph.
Harry hung on to the edge of the barricade awkwardly hoisting himself up into the teachers box breathing heavily, he threw his hand up into the air and flashed the snitch to Madame Hooch who blew her whistle and announced "THE YOUNGSTERS WIN."
"Are you alright Harry?" Dumbledore asked flying over to where Harry was rubbing his side.
"Yea I'm fine Headmaster." He said getting up, wincing as he straightened out.
"I'll be the judge of that mister Potter." Madame Pomfrey said coming down to him, dropping the broom she was on at her feet.
Harry stifled a groan, "I'm fine Madame Pomfrey, really I am."
Madame Pomfrey just glared at Harry, "Take off your uniform or I will do it for you, do you understand." She said, Harry gulped and did as she said taking off his jersey only to get wolf whistles from his teammates.
"Sexy body you have there Harry, been working out have you." Fred teased as he and the others hovered over the teachers box and watched as Poppy examined where the Bludger had impacted.
Harry winced as Poppy prodded at where his skin was now bruising, "Fine are we Mr. Potter." She teased.
Harry pouted at the med-witch, "I was fine 'till you poked me." This response elicited laughter out of the group as a whole. Even from the dour and sour Hermione and Madame Longbottom.
Poppy prodded at the abused area for a little bit longer before straightening up and smoothing out her robes. "You are perfectly fine Mr. Potter…"
"Told you." Harry interrupted.
Poppy bopped him on the head, "As I was saying, you are fine. You will be a little bit sore and will more then likely be a bit stiff for a few days, so I want you to get Severus to mix you up a balm for the bruise and the muscle and make sure you use it for the rest of the week."
"Alright Poppy, I promise and if I don't I'm sure that Severus will make sure that I do." Harry responded with a roll of his eyes only to get a cuff over the ear in response.
"Now that we have established that Harry is indeed alright shall we proceed back to the castle and open the presents that Harry has received." Albus called over the excited voices of the children.
Albus banished the brooms back to their rightful place and walked, humming happily down the stairs of the Quidditch stands where Harry had landed. He was soon followed by the other teachers who where walking stifly from being on broom sticks for so long after what was possibly decades of not riding them.
"That was awesome Harry." Merry exclaimed as he jumped up and down as they walked.
"Ah, the wonderful magic that is Quidditch." Ron sighed, "Now you know what our national sport is and how it's played."
"It's awfully brutal though." Legolas spoke up from where he and Aragorn were walking behind the group.
"That is the whole appeal to the game though Legolas. The adrenaline rush of knowing that you are about 50 feet in the air and could fall to your death with just one wrong move going for any of the balls. The roar of the crowd going wild as you win for your house team or even the Professionals, there is nothing like it in the world the feeling you get at the cheers." Ron explained passionately before tripping over his overgrown feet and falling in to a big ole puddle of mud.
Neville not having had noticed that everyone had stopped soon followed Ron into the mud by tripping over Ron's long legs and landing on said red-head. Merry, Pippin, Harry, Legolas and Aragorn stood laughing at the pair as they tried to stand up on the slippery surface only to fall back down. Merry and Pippin, claming down some, saw their chance and pushed Harry in the back and into the mud on top of Ron and Neville and burst into a fresh set of giggles and quickly followed Harry as they were pushed by Aragorn and Legolas as they walked by them on their way back to the castle.
"What have we always taught you little Hobbits." Aragorn started.
"Always watch your back." Legolas finished flashing them all a smile as he and Aragorn moved away from the in coming mud ball that was flung at them courtesy of Merry and Pippin.
Ron let out a groan as he pulled himself out of the mud, pushing Neville off of his legs so that he could crawl out of the puddle and stand. "Yea thanks a lot for all the help guys." He snapped at the other guys.
"Well if you hadn't noticed Ron, we're all in the same predicament." Neville responded as he helped Harry and the Hobbits out of the mud puddle while Ron stewed.
"Come on, let's head to the Gryffindor change rooms and have a shower, I'm sure the House Elves will take care of our clothes while we shower." Harry grumbled as he shook the mud free of his hands and trudged to the Gryffindor change rooms.
"What are we going to do about our clothes Harry?" Neville questioned as they entered the change room.
"Dobby?" Harry called into the tile-covered space, the knobby-kneed house elf popped up next to Harry.
"What is Dobby doing for Mister Potter sir and friends?" Dobby asked.
"How long would it take to have all of our clothes washed and dried?" he asked the hyperactive house elf.
"It is not being taking Dobby long mister Harry Potter sir. Yous is having clothes back before yous shower ends." Dobby explained his ears flopping this way and that as he nodded.
"Alrighty then." Ron called out as he ripped off his clothes and dumped them at Dobby's feet before racing for the shower stall, water of the perfect temperature beating down on his head, neck and back.
Harry let out a chuckle as all of the others walked over to the shower stalls and let out immediate sighs as the water beat down on them. Harry walked over to his locker and opened the door and placed his glasses on the bench that was at the top of the locker and then walked over to the stalls and started the cleaning of his own muddy body.
Harry whistled as he washed the grime off of his skin with the soap that was hanging from the showerhead. Once the grime and soap studs were washed off Harry walked back over to his locker and grabbed his glasses and grabbed the fluffy red towel that was hanging next to his Quidditch uniform.
"Come on guys, Dobby's brought our clothes back and we need to get back to the hall so that we can finish with my party." Harry called to the others.
"Yeah, yeah." Ron groaned through the towel that was covering his face as he wiped it dry.
"Bloody hell." Neville choked around his towel as he caught sight of the Hobbits as they dried themselves.
"Wot?" Ron and Harry asked confused as they looked over at a red faced Neville.
Neville lifted a finger and pointed at the naked Hobbits. Ron and Harry followed the finger, their eyes too going wide and choking on their spit.
Merry and Pippin looked at Harry, Ron and Neville confused at why they were so shocked about their appearance when naked, "What is it?" Merry asked.
"What kind of greens did you eat to get such a fine gift?" Ron questioned.
"What gift?" Pippin asked confused about why there were acting so strangely.
"By Merlin man, your cock." Neville spat out.
Harry and Ron looked at Neville in shock as he just spat out some thing that sounded like Ron would have said. Merry and Pippin looked at each other and then back to the teens and shrugged.
"It's not that big of a deal." Merry responded as they both pulled on their trousers.
"Not that big of a deal, not that big of a deal."
Harry moved over to Neville and put a comforting arm around his shoulder, "Relax Neville. Just because they have rather well endowed… endowments doesn't mean that everyone has to."
"But… but… but." Neville stuttered.
"But what Neville?" Ron asked getting snappish now.
"I'll never have a chance with a girl now." He moaned as he went over to his clothes and started to get dressed, his mood now down, "not once they know about the package those two have."
Ron, Harry, Merry and Pippin all let out laughs at Nevilles' reasoning about the Hobbits endowments and each continued to get dressed with the occasional giggle with every other button they did up.