Disclaimer all characters, settings, etc, are the copyright of JK Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing.

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A/Note. After writing about the celebrations for Harry's return another little plot bunny managed to invade my brain and so instead of ending this tale now that Harry is back amongst the living. I wove the new plot into this story thus increasing its length quite a bit. The new part involves another return to the world of Wizardry. By who? I'm afraid you will need to read on to discover who it is.

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The Return

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Chapter 6

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12 Grimmauld place

Their break over, having had a splendid time with Hagrid and professor McGonagall, Harry and Hermione went to Harry's house in Grimmauld place. They entered as quietly as they could but in the darkness, Harry tripped on the large umbrella stand that stood in the hall. Instantly a loud screeching voice began a tirade of abuse about the wickedness of Sirius in leaving the house to a Mudblood.

That was when Harry first discovered his new magic, for as he tried to pull a large set of curtains across the front of the portrait of Mrs Black, Sirius's mother the cause of the out burst. He shouted at her to be quiet and she instantly went silent, a thing never known to have happened before.

Hermione gasped, "Harry, how did you do that?"

Harry looked as surprised as Hermione, "I have no idea," he said, as he looked at the now quiet Mrs Black.

"But Harry no one was ever able to shut her up before, except by closing the curtain, it's a pity the picture could not be removed," Hermione said, looking at the huge frame that had resisted all attempts to remove it.

"Yeah," said Harry waving his hand at it, "if I had my way the darn thing would simply fall down from the wall."

Harry and Hermione both had to leap out of the way as the picture did just that and crashed to the floor. Hermione stared at the portrait, then at Harry, then back at Mrs Black who now lay facing the ceiling, silently cursing her son.

"Harry what ever is going on?" Hermione, asked.

Harry was staring at his hands, "I couldn't have done that, I don't even have my wand out," he said in disbelief.

Hermione looked at him in amazement, "Harry why don't you try that again, you could try to remove that awful tapestry, the one of the Black family tree, the one Sirius tried to tear down."

Harry walked through the dark dingy house, and with a simple wave of his hand he was able to clear the whole house of all the old Black trinkets, and other things that had been immovable on previous tries. It took him three hours to repair all the damage caused by neglect over many years.

Sitting down in the kitchen, Hermione was saying what a nice family house the place could be, if it was decorated and brightened up. Harry told her that he could never live here comfortably knowing it had been like a prison for over a year for Sirius, and those memories would take a long time to fade.

"I was not thinking of us," said Hermione, smiling at some pleasant thought,

"I was thinking it would be perfect for Ron and Luna, I mean they do both work close by."

Harry looked at Hermione and thought of how much like her mother she was, always thinking of others. He was so happy just to be with her. "You're right Hermione love, we could sign it over to them on a lifetime lease for free, that would give them time to save and buy a house of their own if they wanted to."

"So it's decided then, we let them have it and we will live in Hogsmeade. Ooh I can't wait to tell them," Hermione, moved over and sat on Harry's lap to give him a hug. In his minds eye Harry pictured Ron and Luna standing in front of him, then gesturing around the room he said, "I wish they were here so we could tell them…"

Before he could finish his comment, there was a loud crack and there stood Ron and Luna, staring around in surprise.

"How? What the? Blimey what's…?" Ron was spluttering as he focused on Harry and Hermione, who both looked just as shocked as he and Luna did.

It took several minutes for them all to settle down, "How on earth did that happen?" Luna asked.

Hermione told them of how Mrs Black had fallen silent when Harry told her to shut up and about the removing of the picture and the other things, they then all toured the house Hermione showing how they had been able to restore the old building to it's former glory.

Both Ron, and Luna, were amazed, "How did you do these things Harry? I mean even Dumbledore failed to quiet that old hag," said Ron.

"No idea," Harry answered truthfully, "I just sort of thought about it and it happened."

"Well just sort of think of four nice glasses of Hogsmeade mead," Ron joked, as they returned to the living room.

Harry followed them all in and turned to close the door

"Nothing happened then?" said Ron looking a little let down.

"No nothing," Harry shrugged.

"You have to gesture with your hands," Hermione told him, "that's what you did each time before."

Harry took a seat and thought about his favourite drink and waved a hand and with a quiet pop there floating in front of them were four glasses of golden liquid. They spent the next hour discussing the new turn of events; eventually they all agreed with Hermione's theory that Harry's closeness to King Benlow in the elf kingdom must be the reason for it.

"After all he kept you from death for three and a half years with his elf magic," Hermione reminded him.

"I wish your mum and dad were here Ron," said Harry, forgetting himself and waving a hand to gesture around the living room.

A loud crack announced the arrival of Arthur and Molly Weasley.

Arthur, arriving in a sitting position fell to the floor rather painfully on his butt, while Molly for a second or two carried on pouring onion soup into a bowl on a table that was no longer in front of her.

Arthur Weasley got to his feet, looking extremely flustered and angry, while Harry hurriedly spluttered out a muddled apology.

Ron sat with a grin on his face, turning to Hermione and giving a sly wink, said rather loudly, "You grab his arms and I'll tie em' up."

Hermione was in tears, openly laughing at Molly, who stood pouring soup on the recently cleaned floor.

"What the heck is the meaning of this?" Arthur said, with a voice that Ron had not heard him use since being a naughty boy of about eight. "It's not me dad, it's Harry, only he isn't used to it yet."

"What are you talking about Ron?" Molly said, trying to compose her self, she cleaned up the spilled soup with a quick flick of her wand.

Hermione spoke up "I think we should all sit down while we try to sort it all out, and Harry I think Molly and Arthur, could use a little mead too. Moments later they were all sitting with a fresh glass of mead, while Harry told them about the startling new things he found he could do.

"When did this all start?" said Arthur, as he finished his drink.

Harry thought for a moment then with his hands firmly wedged into his pockets said "I think it was when Mrs Black was insulting Sirius, it was like when I was little, before I knew about being a wizard, things happened when I got angry and I did not know why."

Molly was deep in thought for quite some time before she said anything. "This could prove extremely embarrassing, suppose we had been in a compromising position. I think we should send an owl to Minerva, and ask her to bring Dobby here with her."

"Dobby?" said both Ron and Harry.

"Yes well if Hermione's theory is correct and you have some how developed elfish magical power, then who better to help you to understand it than an elf."

Hermione looked at her surrogate mother in-law, "Brilliant, why ever didn't we think of Dobby," she said loudly

Molly sent Luna to send Hedwig off with a note, while the rest of them tried to keep Harry from using any gestures while he spoke. Luna returned with the news that she had sent the owl. Then after sitting next to Ron and taking hold of his hand Luna said, thinking out loud, "I wonder what else he can do?" they all looked at her to see her with her usual faraway look in her eyes.

"We should be able to find that out from Dobby, if he is willing to help. I mean we can't have Harry here trying things out unless we know the outcome. I mean I was sat at the table just about to enjoy my soup, when I was whisked here. I dread to think what I may have been doing in the bathroom half an hour later," said Arthur.

Luna giggled at the memory of her new dad falling backward off a chair that was no longer there. Hermione turned bright red, thinking of what she and Harry had been doing a hour and a half earlier when they went into the bedroom for a while.

While they awaited a reply from Minerva, Hermione showed the adults around the house, pointing out all the bare patches on the wallpaper, where they had removed the Black family artefacts. The tour finished in the kitchen and as Molly whipped up some supper on the huge cooker Harry told Ron and Luna, of the idea he and Hermione had had about the house. "We all know that I don't want the place, and besides Hermione and I will be in Hogsmeade so if you two were to take this place on it would be one less thing for me to worry about," finished Harry.

"Yes and we have till the start of term, to help you decorate it how you want it," Hermione added.

"I think it a splendid idea," said Arthur looking over at Molly.

"Me to," she nodded, a small tear on her cheek, "It will mean that the burrow will be quiet for a change, but I suppose we will soon get used to that," she said as she dished out a thick tasty beef stew.

They had just about finished supper when Minerva McGonagall knocked on the door; she was accompanied by Dobby the house elf.

Molly welcomed them in and watched the look of surprise on Minerva's face as she realized that the hall way was well lit and in a much cleaner and quieter condition than it was the last time she had been here.

"Molly what…?"

"All in good time, first come on through," said Molly, as she led the way to the kitchen.

It did not take long for them to give a quick run down on the events of the day, Dobby had quietly listened as had Minerva. Harry turned to Dobby and asked him if he would be willing to teach him how to control this new magic.

"Dobby is honoured that Mr Harry Potter thinks Dobby worthy to be his teacher, but Dobby doesn't know how to teach," the elf sat with a sort of worried look on his face, his huge eyes flitting from one person to another as though looking for some support.

"Well how do you stop your self doing magic when you don't mean to? Harry seems to do things just by thinking, and it can cause a lot of problems," Ron asked, as the huge green eyes settled on him.

"Dobby doesn't really know how I is doing it," Mr Weezy sir.

"Dobby, would Anlow be able to tell you what do?" asked Minerva,

Dobby looked thoughtful for a while then he seemed to have come to a decision. "Dobby will go and ask for guidance," he said, then he disappeared with a pop.

"Well this doesn't look to good," Hermione said, as she rose and paced around the room, "it looks like we will have to use your idea Ron," she continued with a smile.

Harry sat still trying to make no gestures as he talked.

"This would be a lot funnier if It was some one else," Harry said, as the conversation got back to him providing a few bottles of butter beer.

Within a few minutes Dobby had returned. He did not look to pleased, but taking a seat offered by Hermione, he said "I am to tell Mr Potter, that there is only one person in the entire world, who might be able to teach you what you need to know, Ambassador Anlow tells that he was not born a wizard, but that he was born a Muggle, many, many, years ago. When most Muggle's were still respectful and mingled freely with witches and wizards, a very young man by the name of Myddryn (known as Merlin in English) came across a gang of villains, who were trying to rob and kill an elf.

He helped to fight them off and save the life of the elf. Though he himself was injured by a sword wound in his chest, he carried the injured elf to his home. On the journey the elf's blood dripped and mingled with his own through the sword wound.

After tending to the elf and himself they slowly healed and they grew stronger. He began to show signs of magic. A few days later the elf was well enough to return to his own home, by then the Muggle had developed most of the elfish magic and it would lead him to take leave from his village and then he moved on to do many great things. He is still alive, though he has been a captive these many many years, and has been living trapped in a magical valley in Wales. A valley that does not appear on any maps, it is buried away near the area of Snowdon.

I am to tell you that as we elves are born with this magic, we have no spells or incantations so we can not teach it and as he is the only human to have learned how to control elfish magic. You will have to search him out and set him free to ask for his help. He is now a very, very old man who has lived in his seclusion for lots more than a hundred years. No one knows exactly how to find him or how he still lives or how to free him. There are rumours that the valley was known as the place of Merlin's castle before it disappeared from the maps."

Having finished his memorised speech, Dobby looked at Harry a slight frown on his face. "Dobby does not know where Mr Potter sir can find the magic Muggle."