" We are going to do what?!" was Harry's response once the two elves had finished explaining that the two boys were to rescue Dani, the girl they had already rescued once before, and who was also Sporticus's working bond.
Poor Niall had no idea what half of what the two elves said meant, but Harry understood only too well what they were asking of him and his friend.
Eyes narrowed, he glared at the two elves in front of him.
" We want you and Niall to go in and rescue Dani, as well as completely destroy this market warehouse." Sportacus said.
" I can do it, but not Niall. Have you two lost your minds?" Harry was pacing, agitated, before them.
" It is safer then the alternative." Sportsicus spoke softly.
" NO!" Harry yelled, knowing that by now, the elves would have barricaded them from the real world and they could talk in private, for as long as they needed. " Niall knows nothing of this, and he is not ready. For Pete's sake, he can't even flip. He's not you guys!"
"But he has the DNA." Sportacus began.
" I said no! I am his first guardian bond, what I say is final!" Harry spat.
" What are you guys talking about?" Niall cut in, thoroughly confused.
All three just stared at him like they had forgotten he was there, and he began to feel awkward.
" Just, what?" he asked again.
" You, well, I just don't want you hurt." Harry said lamely, Niall knew he meant it too.
" We will be there together." Niall tried to reassure him. " We're best buds, right? We'll watch each other's backs. And what's this deal with guardians and bonds anyways? We're not some secret cult or anything." Niall laughed, trying to loosen things up, but he saw right away that what he said was no laughing matter to the others.
Harry looked at the two muscled athletes beside him, then back at Niall with a sorrowful look on his face.
" Just spit it out, Hazza." Niall said, using Harry's much loved nickname.
The 21 year old hesitated, even though his friend was a year older then he, Harry felt protective over him.
The Irish boy was the same height as the Elf, Sportacus, and was not afraid when he walked up and looked him in the eye.
Harry was impressed.
He was 5'11", and was still a little intimated by the powerful but gentle elves.
Sportacus looked into his blue eyes and then laid his hands on the boy's shoulders.
" Do you want to know the real reason your parents divorced?" he asked.
Niall froze, then found himself nodding.
" It is because you have been tested upon by your father. You have Sports Elf DNA from myself and one other, now killed." Sportacus said, not allowing the young man before him to turn away his eyes.
" You were named Niall because your dad hoped one day, you would turn into a full Sports Elf, and humans could then produce us when ever they wanted. Your mom found out and left him, and tried to take you with her. Greg was never tested on, you were born with the perfect genetics for the testing."
Niall pulled away and stumbled back and fell by Harry's feet.
" NOOOO!" he screamed, burying his head in his hands. " I don't want to be a freakish elf! I want to be human! My dad did not do this! You lie!"