Harry Potter and the Sídh Princeling

I apologize for some of the long scenes, but this was written years ago except for the last hundred pages. Please read and review. It's a great story and the longest one I've ever written at 435 pages.
Several people have suggested that I need to space out my paragraphs because some of them are really long to where it is hard to read and while it's a pain in the rear end I'm following the advice. It'll take me a while to do all the chapters so please be patient with me.

Absolutely no flames as all l've gotten is unuseful and unhelpful criticism, that tear down my story. If you don't like it because I only use one character from criminal minds and cross it with Harry Potter then don't review. If you don't like my stories you don't have to read them but I've had quite enough negative reviews thank you very much. If you can't be positive and nice don't review!I spent a long time writing a lot of this this story years ago and just finished it recently, but that's no reason to give me so many negative reviews.

The forest was quiet. The trees were nice and thick to where there was only a little light beneath the canopy. There were birds chirping in the trees and other animals moving about in the underbrush when suddenly it became dead silent, as if something rather unusual was happening. Suddenly there was a shimmer in the air and a portal opened up underneath the trees, a portal that shimmered with many different colors all in a strange mixture. Once the portal had solidified out stepped a man with long black hair and beard, but the strange thing was his eyes were slightly slanted, a glistening silver and he had pointed ears. This man was around 6 feet tall, was very handsome with an ageless face and a fine toned body.

The truth was, though this man looked around 30 or so he was actually very ancient, as he was a sídh or elf as they were also known.

The sídh surveyed the area, knowing that the magic of the portal he had created would soon bring the wand waving wizards to the area. For now it was peaceful, but Dave, as that was his name or adopted name anyway, knew that would not last.

Dave sensed he was alone, except for the birds who had gone completely silent when the portal had opened and also the various other animals that had scampered away when they knew something strange was happening.

Dave was dressed in an odd assortment garments, or at least they would be odd in the modern world of the 1980s, so before he left the area completely he waved a hand over his clothes until they changed into a pair of jeans and a nice shirt. The jeans of course, were designer and so was the shirt so while he was casually dressed people would be able to tell that he had money, which was just the way he wanted it.

You might ask what an elf from the ancient land of Tír na nÓg, was doing in the land of mortals and one might answer that that was their business, but that was only if you've discovered one for they could look completely human if they wanted. In this particular sídhe case, he was here to retrieve his grandson from the oh so tender mercy of his supposed Aunt, Petunia Dursley. When he had learned about his daughter and son-in-law's deaths he had a wept and raged as had his wife. His lovely daughter with the flame red hair and the bright green eyes was dead as he had felt it all the way in the land of youth.

They had named her Sosanna, which meant lily, but when his lovely daughter begged so hard to be able to attend Hogwarts School and learn magic the human way she had taken on the true meaning of her name since Sosanna was so unusual, as she hadn't wanted to stick out.

When she had fallen in love both parents had approved of the marriage, but had stayed in the background not wanting anyone to know that Lily was not completely human. The three of them had visited somewhat frequently, but Dave had had no idea that Sosanna had born a child, which was his grandson. The Evanses that had taken Lily and had done so with great joy as their youngest daughter had died at birth and they hadn't even cared that she could do rather unusual things so Dave had been more than happy to leave her with them.

Dave knew that his daughter had become very close to the Evanses and he had been happy that she was getting some experience in the human world, but in a safe environment. His wife had also been happy for she had thought it would be good for her oldest daughter and they still saw each other on school holidays. Dave had insisted on paying the Evanses for taking his daughter in as well as for her education and anything else that she needed, though the Evanses had protested.

Dave had insisted that such generosity of spirit must be rewarded and so the Evanses had given in in face of his determination for you didn't insult one of the sídh from legend. One reason that Dave and his wife had agreed with this plan to let Lily attend Hogwarts School was they believed it would protect her from their enemies the dark elves or the Unseelie and every Elf Lord or Lady had enemies whether or not they wanted them.

He had of course come to investigate the murder of his daughter and son-in-law when he had felt her death, urging his wife to stay behind, which she had done reluctantly. His wife had commanded that he had better find out who had murdered their daughter and son-in-law or he would be in deep trouble, but since he agreed he had spent a great deal of time looking for the perpetrator. He had finally learned however, that he had a grandson that had been left at his daughter's supposed sister's.

It turned out that his plan to protect one of their children had been in vain, but it wasn't their enemies that had killed her, but supposedly this Voldemort that was terrorizing the British wizarding world at the moment.

While he had discovered who had actually killed his daughter and his son-in-law, he knew that there was nothing he could do about Voldemort at the moment, but he could do something about his grandson to make sure he was being raised in a healthy environment, because he knew that Petunia the Evanses oldest daughter had resented the intrusion of Sosanna as she had been the only child until then, thanks to the death of the Evanses baby. So long as his grandson, whose name he had learned was Harry, was happy then he would leave him with Petunia and her husband.

If he found out that Petunia was taking out her resentment on his grandson though there would be hellfire to pay. Still, despite Petunia's sour attitude towards his daughter he knew that Sosanna had been very happy with the elder Evanses, learning all about human and magical culture and going to Hogwarts School where she had made many friends and met her future husband.

It had taken him several years to track down Petunia's married name and where she had moved to so he knew that his grandson would be about five years old. It had only taken him so long because he had had to go deal with some urgent business in the otherworld, but now here he was in the forest near Little Whinging Surrey, which was where the Dursleys had settled. Well, he had better go survey the situation, Dave decided, because the sooner he left the less likely he was to get caught by the wand waving wizards. It's not that those wizards could stop him, but still, he'd rather keep his presence unknown.

Dave walked briskly out of the trees making sure that there was no human presence around before emerging out from under the canopy. He walked briskly, but confidently down the street noting some of the children playing outside, smiling slightly as he saw them for sídhe loved children and often took those in that weren't being treated well, to be given new lives elsewhere once they were grown.

Finally, he found number 4 Privet Drive and observed the house for a moment unseen by others on the street, for he had done a bit of magic to make himself unnoticeable, unless necessary.

It was around lunch time and he saw a small boy working in the garden, in the hot sun with no gardening gloves.

The boy turned as if sensing someone was there and Dave knew immediately that this was his grandson Harry for not only did he have his daughter's vivid green eyes he looked like a near identical copy of his father James Potter, with a few subtle differences.

Dave observed the boy farther and saw that he was malnourished, as he was way too small for supposedly being nearly 6 years old. This told Dave a lot of things and that was his grandson was being denied food quite often, as he looked way too skinny and his clothes were way too big for him. Dave cursed Petunia in old Celtic, Gaelic, Latin, old English, Italian and Spanish in his head and knew that he had to intervene.

He couldn't just kidnap Harry though. He would have to gain his trust, as Dave knew from experience that somebody who had been mistreated as his grandson wouldn't trust easily and would likely never trust anyone that betrayed them, even if that was a supposed friend.

Of course, Harry was only 6 years old or nearly anyway, so perhaps he still trusted in the human race, but that would probably change in a few years when people tried their best to use him for their own ends for he had learned that Harry was quite famous for destroying Voldemort. Dave knew just from examining his daughter and son-in-law's house that Voldemort wasn't really dead, just banished for the moment, but he could deal with that later, as his grandson was much more important.

Dave allowed himself to be visible, but only to his grandson, as he didn't want to be chased off, just because he was a stranger in the neighborhood.

"Who are you?" Harry asked quietly not seeming frightened, although the caution in his posture was very discernible, to someone who knew how to read body language like they could read a book.

"I'm Dave," Dave introduced himself coming to kneel beside his grandson, so he wouldn't intimidate him with his height. Children were often frightened of adults, because they were tall compared to a 4 or 5 year old.

He had actually been born Dáithí, but since it was very hard to pronounce and was often translated as David he had chosen to go by the more modern version of his name. It was easier to pronounce for one thing and he much preferred it to the one he had been born with.

"I'm Harry," Harry introduced himself. "Are you here to see my aunt and uncle?"

"No, I came to see you," Dave said gently.

"Why would you want to see me?" Harry asked confused. No one ever wanted to see him. In fact, his aunt and uncle kept him outside as much as possible. He knew to his relatives he was nothing, but an unwanted burden. He had been left on their doorstep and they had supposedly taken him in out of the goodness of their hearts. Harry knew this wasn't true, even though he was only 6 years old or nearly anyway he understood that his relatives did not have an ounce of kindness or love for him.

"Why don't we go sit under that tree," Dave suggested pointing at the nice shady tree that was on the other side of the yard away from the house.

Harry looked at it with longing but he shook his head knowing he would be in trouble if he dared stop working on the garden.

"No thank, you my aunt will have a fit if the garden isn't done by supper," Harry explained politely.

Harry didn't say so, but Dave got the distinct impression that her reaction would be the least of his grandson's worries.

He got a flash of a small room that was no bigger than a cupboard in his mind and the impression that this was where Harry lived. He also saw the door being locked from the outside while Harry was left in the dark with no way to use the bathroom or to move around.

Dave felt a flash of red hot anger, but was careful to conceal it from his grandson. If his flash of Harry's memory was correct those bastards hadn't even bothered to give him a bedroom of his own just stuffed him in a small cupboard that was only big enough for cleaning supplies or other junk. In fact, it was where a lot of families stored board games, so that they would be easier to find when needed.

Dave gestured and suddenly the garden was done and Harry watched this with a look of amazement on his face.

"How did you do that?" Harry asked in amazement.

"I'll tell you, but first come and sit with me under the tree. I promise you that you won't be in trouble with your aunt," Dave said.

Harry nodded slowly for some reason trusting this stranger who he only knew the first name of.

Harry got up from where he was kneeling and brushed off his dirty pants that were several sizes too big for him.

Dave gently guided the small boy to sit under the big leafy tree, then made sure that they wouldn't be noticed by using another small bit of magic unobtrusively so that Harry didn't notice.

"Now, as I said my name is Dave and I'm also your grandfather on your mother's side," Dave told his grandson as calmly as possible.

"If that's true why wasn't I placed with you instead of with my Aunt Petunia and my Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked.

"Well, for one thing the magical world is not aware that I even exist," Dave said and Harry looked at him as confused as any six year old could be. Dave couldn't blame him.

"You see I come from a place that doesn't exist on this plane," Dave said. "It's called the otherworld or Tír na nÓg."

"The land of the sídhe?" Harry asked his expression amazed, though also a little cautious.

"Well, yes, where in the world did you hear about sídhe," Dave asked smiling gently at his grandson.

"I like to read, so I'm always looking out for books that people have abandoned since my relatives don't give me any money to buy my own. People throw the oddest things in trashcans."

Dave felt a flash of anger again, but controlled it with an iron will.

"I just happened to find a book about sídhe and for some reason they made me feel all good, almost like they were part of me," Harry explained hesitatingly

"What you were feeling was correct young Harry, as you are half sídh, because my daughter was also sídh. Sosanna or Lily as you knew her really wanted to learn human magic, as the magic of the sídhe is very different and operates by different rules. We have ways of looking in on the human world and my wife and I didn't mind if our daughter wanted to learn human ways as we both felt it would make her more understanding and tolerant of different cultures as she got older. She fell in love with your father James and so they got married, which me and my wife approved. We were even at the wedding, as we can look human when we desire, though we stayed in the background, so as not to attract attention.

"So did my father know what my mother was?" Harry asked.

"Yes, he did. My daughter told him the truth as soon as they got engaged," Dave said. "No one else knew, not even James parents, though we might have told them eventually, but they were killed."

"Can you prove what you say?" Harry asked carefully hoping he wasn't going to offend this Dave, but he needed proof for he had been lied to way to often ever since his parents death.

Dave didn't look offended in fact he laughed heartily. "You are very intelligent lad, young Harry, and bold enough to ask a stranger for proof of what they say. This speaks well of you."

Harry relaxed at that and Dave simply patted him gently on the shoulder causing Harry to react as if he hadn't been touched in a long time and the fact was that he hadn't been, except to be beaten up and used like a punching bag.

"If my mother was your daughter does that mean that my aunt isn't really related?" Harry asked, as soon as the thought occurred to him.

"Unfortunately it does, not that anybody knew that except for me and my wife and your mother and father of course. Also, the Evanses who took Lily in, though unfortunately, they're dead to. Your parents told no one else for safety reasons," Dave explained. "So you ask for proof of what I say and I can provide that for you. I want you to sit crosslegged with your back against the trunk."

Harry did as ordered and sat there waiting for further instructions.

"I want you to completely relax, close your eyes," Dave instructed softly and watched as Harry did as he had asked without asking why. Despite the abuse he had already suffered he was still a very trusting lad, though that would probably change in a few years if things continued along the same path.

"Now, I know you're still very young, but you should be able to shift into your sídh self. Imagine yourself, with pointed ears and slanted eyes just like I have. I promise you'll still be basically yourself just with a few differences. I want you to reach inside yourself, feel your magic. Both your parents were very talented when it came to magic and you should be as well. You just have to have confidence that you can do this," Dave said speaking softly.

Harry did as Dave softly instructed and reached down inside himself trying to feel the magic that his grandfather said he had. It didn't take him long to connect with what he assumed was his magic and in fact, it leaped up seeming eager to be used. It was a very bright ball of energy that seemed to be part of his very soul. Harry silently requested that his magic help him transform into his elven self with pointed ears, slightly slanted eyes and sharper cheekbones. He felt the change takeover and not only did the shape of his eyes and ears change, but his cheekbones became more angular and sharp, though they were still slightly sunken due to malnutrition. His hands also changed as his fingers got slightly slimmer and longer, his palms slightly broader.

"Very well done, Harry," Dave complimented him as soon as his grandson had opened his eyes. "You did quite well considering that this is the first time you have consciously used your magic. Oh, I'm sure, you've done things when you're angry or upset, and that is what is called accidental magic by the way, as it's not consciously controlled."

Harry blushed at this as he wasn't used to receiving compliments. No, he was not used to being complimented at all and in fact, he was used to being berated, yelled at and ordered around.

"Here! Look at what you did," Dave said producing a mirror magically.

Harry took the mirror and examined his changed image. His hair was slightly flatter, instead of stuck up every which way like it normally was, his ears were indeed pointed, but slightly rounded due to his human heritage and his eyes slightly slanted, though they were still a vivid green. His cheekbones, nose and chin had also undergone a slight transformation, but despite these very slight differences it was clear that he was still himself.

"Wow! I really look different!" Harry said, as he examined his face and then his hands which had also changed.

"Yes, but you're still you," Dave said with gentle smile. "You actually look more like your father then you do me or your mother, but you never would have been able to do the transformation at all unless you had a great deal of sídh blood."

"I wouldn't think that sídhe would be able to reproduce with a human," Harry suggested hesitatingly.

"In most cases you would be right, young Harry," Dave said his tone proud for Harry figuring that out causing the boy to blush, as he wasn't used to being praised. "Us sídhe, cannot reproduce with a regular human. However, one exception to this rule is those with magic. You, as half sídh, will have a much easier time reproducing offspring once you marry, even if you happen to marry someone with no magic. Another exception to this rule, was if a human was brought into the other world as it is possible to have a child there, mostly because of the magic of the place. However, if a human happens to spend too much time on my plain they will never be able to leave it, for if they do and if they try to come back to this world they will age rapidly, though it depends on how many years they have been gone. If it has been centuries then they will not be able to last more then a few minutes as they age rapidly until they die due to being very old."

"So you are saying because my mom had magic and so did my father it was possible to have a child," said Harry and Dave nodded.

"Yes, that's right," Dave confirmed. "Children are precious to our race and they are never mistreated the way they often are here in this world."

"So did my mom have any siblings?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes, she had and has plenty of siblings," Dave chuckled. "You will get to meet them if you want to come live with me in Tír na nÓg. In fact, it's what I would prefer, because it's clear that your supposed aunt and uncle don't care about you. I already knew that Petunia resented your mother, because she was adopted by the Evanses, but I never suspected she could take that resentment out on a child."

Harry looked down at his lap and embarrassment that Dave could tell so easily that he was being mistreated. He wanted to protest that he wasn't being mistreated but he had a feeling that his grandfather wouldn't believe him if he said so.

"Hey none of that," Dave told Harry gently as he scooted closer to his grandson, putting a gentle arm around his shoulder. "There is no reason to be embarrassed about me spotting the fact that you're being abused, likely physically as well as being denied food and affection. Believe me, I recognize the signs all too easily for my wife and I have rescued more than one child from a family that has not treated them the way they should. Often the children we rescue have something different about them. They could have a slight case of autism for example, or they could just be different in some other way. A lot of parents don't appreciate their children until they're gone and sometimes they're glad that they have died for some weird reason. We always make sure to leave a homunculus behind that either sickens and dies or gets into some kind of accident and that way there is no search for the child in question."

Harry had no idea what autism was, but he had a feeling that his grandfather would tell him if he asked. He felt a nice warm little glow with the fact that he did have somebody related to him that did love him and he was happy to discover that his supposed aunt wasn't really related to him at all.

"Are you going to take me with you back to the otherworld?" Harry asked.

"Only if you want me to," Dave said, "as it should be your decision. Nobody can make that decision for you despite the fact that you're nearly six years old. If you were younger like two or three then yes, I'd be taking you back without asking you what you wanted, because you would be too young to make your own decisions. Back home you'll be well taken care of, loved and we'll find what interests you so you don't regret your decision. There'll be other children for you to play with."

"That would be really nice," Harry said looking wistful, gazing out over the neighborhood.

"You don't have any friends?" Dave inquired in a gentle tone.

"No, Dudley, who I thought was my cousin, scares off anybody that wants to be my friend," Harry explained not looking at Dave. "He's the son of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon."

"Well, it sounds like Dudley could use some discipline," Dave said his expression hardening.

"That's the understatement of the decade," Harry snorted. "His parents spoil him rotten and instead of punishing him for his misdeeds they believe it when they say it wasn't his fault and I'm usually the one that gets the blame, even if I was nowhere nearby."

"Don't worry Vernon and Petunia as well as Dudley will get what's coming to them," Dave promised.

"You said that Dudley needed discipline," Harry said.

"And he does, but you don't have to worry, no sídhe would ever harm a child. He would simply be punished appropriately so he saw that there were consequences for his actions and that has changed the attitude of more than one child over the centuries. I doubt very much that his parents have ever physically spanked him and that often works wonders to change attitudes," Dave said.

"His parents have never laid a hand on him," Harry snorted, his opinion of the Dursleys idea of discipline crystal clear. "He's turning into a bully and terrifies the neighborhood children. I hate to think of what he'll be like once he reaches adulthood."

"Still, no child is irredeemable," Dave said.

"Well, if you could change his attitude it would be a miracle," Harry said.

"It's clear to me that his parents aren't proper authority figures," Dave said. "However, we have much to talk about so we can discuss Dudley at a later date."

"My relatives claim that there isn't anything such as magic yet no one has noticed that we're sitting out here in plain view and the people of this neighborhood are very nosy and curious. Still, I don't see how I could have gotten pointed ears or slanted eyes if magic didn't exist."

"Your relatives are likely afraid of magic, because to them it wouldn't be normal," Dave explained gently. "While magic exists many people believe it is fantasy and not real at all. You were born of two magical parents, even if sídhe magic is very different from the type your father had. You should be able to learn to manipulate both kinds so you have something of a unique heritage, young Harry. You are not the only half magical/half sídh child to exist, but they are rare."

"Does this mean I'm a freak?" Hairy asked.

"What makes you ask that?" Dave asked as calmly as possible, though he suspected it was something his relatives told him and often.

He was soon proven right as Harry hung his head in shame, apparently having caught the edge of Dave's anger despite his attempts to hide it.

"It is not you I'm upset with, young Harry," Dave promised his grandson giving him a gentle hug. "It is your relatives, because nobody should be called a freak no matter how unusual their talents. It is clear to me that they have no care for you at all and say things that I doubt they realize the kind of psychological damage they are doing to a young boy.

"Even if they do, I have no doubt they don't care. Being called such a thing would affect a lot of adults as well depending on how confident they were in themselves and their abilities, but that kind of name calling can effect a child moreso then anyone else, because most children are not yet confident in themselves, no matter how they act. You are not a freak Harry and I want you to believe that deep down. I will keep repeating myself until I'm sure you do. No, it is the Dursleys that are freaks for the way they treated a helpless child and also the neighbors for doing nothing to stop it."

Harry burst into tears and Dave held him tenderly pulling his grandson onto his lap as he rubbed his back in gentle circles.

"I know very well that people can put on a respectable façade and a lot of people fall for that, which is what I suspect has happened here. So long as somebody looks respectable than it is supposedly impossible they've committed any major crime is the way a lot of people think. Those people are naïve at the very least."

"They claim I'm a troublemaker," Harry said. "None of the neighborhood kids want anything to do with me, but since a lot of them are much like my cousin and turning into bullies that doesn't really bother me so much

"And of course the neighbors listen to them because they are a very well thought of family," Dave snorted, his expression severe.

"They even have the teachers fooled and they absolutely refuse to help me," Harry said, his tears is drying quickly. "I have nightmares sometimes of a woman with red hair that is killed by a green light. We're in what I believe is a nursery and I can hear a man's voice shouting at her to take me and run," Harry said. He gazed everywhere except at his grandfather who didn't look old enough for the title, but then from what he had read sídhe aged very slowly and lived for many centuries. They were basically immortal actually, though they could be killed.

"What you're dreaming is likely a memory of your much younger self," Dave said gently, with true understanding in the depth of his gaze. "Traumatic memories often stick with us and it often shows up in nightmares, as it's our subconscious's way of having us deal with the situation before we're truly ready to do so."

Harry considered this thoughtfully then nodded. Even though he was only five he was intelligent enough to accept such an explanation. The explanation did make sense in his mind for the red haired lady had green eyes same color as his own.

"We've been out here talking for several hours what about something to eat, young Harry," Dave offered. "I see that your guardian has not been out here to offer you any lunch and it is way past such a time."

Harry didn't say so, but Dave got the impression that he was lucky to get table scraps from the Dursleys meals and he felt an intense flash of anger. The Dursley family would be dealt with if he had his way for to mistreat a child, just because they were not their own was no excuse and whoever had placed his grandson with such guardians would also pay.

For now though, Dave concentrated on gaining his grandson's trust, by talking to him like he was intelligent as some people tended to either ignore children or talk down to them like they didn't have any brains of their own.

Dave easily duplicated the same type of meals that he was used to having in his realm. There were fruits, vegetables and meat, although it was on a smaller scale than normal but there was only two of them.

Harry stared at the feast wide-eyed and when a drink appeared at his right hand he picked it up automatically taking a sip. Delicious flavor hit his tongue causing him to close his eyes in pleasure.

"What is this?" Harry asked once he had gotten over his very strong reaction to his first drink of what seemed like the nectar of the gods.

"It's a cider, that is often served at feast in the otherworld," Dave explained smiling. "It's usually saved for special occasions. It's made of various things that I'll explain to you another time. Now, I want you to eat as much as you can as you need the calories. Malnutrition can be reversed and luckily, I didn't find out about you too late to do that so you'll still reach your full height when you're grown up."

"What do you mean find out about me?" Harry asked, even as he picked up a plate that had been provided not asking how all these things had just appeared instinctively knowing it was magic.

"I didn't know that my daughter was pregnant," Dave explained. "I know that your parents had gone into hiding for some reason and so they broke off contact with me, though we thought that would be a temporary situation. The only information I was given was that there was great danger and that this Voldemort would be after them, but now I see that some things were deliberately kept from me.

"I'm not sure if there was some kind of spell over them that prevented them from revealing more or if they were just convinced that it would be a bad idea. I do know that they would still be alive if Lily had contacted me and I had opened the portal to the otherworld or she had done so herself. They could have taken refuge in my realm for a time and I'm still not sure why they did not. Once I learned of your existence and that you had not been killed along with my daughter and son-in-law I set about searching for you.

"I figured rightfully that somebody likely left you with Lily's supposed older sister Petunia, but it took me awhile to track down her married name and where she lived. Luckily, I am very familiar with this world, so it was a great deal easier than if I was not. As soon as I did so, I came. I wanted to make sure you were being treated well and if you were then I wouldn't have interfered in your upbringing. However, when I saw with my own eyes that you were being neglected at the very least, as it was obvious just from the way you were dressed, that is when I decided that if you wanted me to that I would take you back to Tír na nÓg with me."

"Will I ever be able to come back to this world?" Harry asked.

"Of course, you will, as I visit all the time," Dave promised with a smile. "If you wanted to go to Hogwarts like your mother did once you're old enough then that would be okay with me. Your mother after all met the love of her life at Hogwarts and it's possible that the same thing will happen to you. Or you could choose to live here after you have grown, as we can look human and and in your case you are half-human.

"You will have a considerably longer lifespan due to the sídh blood, but unless you choose to live in the otherworld you will pass away eventually. I would estimate due to the sídhe blood and also the magical you could live upwards of 500,000 years or so. Sídhe are basically immortal or at least very long lived, although we do eventually die of old age if we're not killed for some other reason."

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, as he had never imagined living for 500,000 years if he lived in the normal world and if he chose to live in the sídhe realm he could basically live forever or at least considerably longer, baring injury or deliberate murder.

"Yeah, it is pretty amazing," Dave chuckled lightheartedly. "I'm hoping that you'll decide to live in my realm permanently so that we'll see each other often, but it's also your decision and it's years away."

The two of them continued to talk until dinner time when Petunia appeared at the door to call Harry back in so that he could fix it.

"I'll be back tomorrow," Dave promised, "We can talk again at that time."

Harry nodded not saying what he was thinking for he had discovered over the course of the afternoon that he loved the man that was his grandfather, but he thought it was too soon to say it. Dave treated him like an adult, so long as he also acted like one and didn't talk down to him as if he were stupid, like so many adults that had children did. Harry had found that a lot of parents didn't pay their children the attention they deserved to make sure they turned into decent people. Either that or they encouraged them to bully others like in Dudley's case. Sometimes a child turned into a bully because the parents did nothing to correct their behavior and sometimes the parents encouraged it.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Harry said before he headed inside before his aunt decided to hit him, for not moving fast enough, as she would take it as defiance on his part, which never ended well.

Dave watched Harry going into the house and swore that Petunia and her husband would pay for the way they had treated a child, much less his grandson.

Once Harry had disappeared Dave headed back to the same forest where he had created the portal.

~~~Dave and Harry~~~