Chapter 6- Indulge me…

 

          Sirius looked down at the sleeping potions master, and shook his head.  How was it that Snape knew what was going on?  It seemed like everyone knew more than he did, and he was tired of being left in the dark.

 

          “What the hell is going on?!” he nearly shouted as he walked out onto the dark balcony.

“I believe I can answer that.”

 

          Sirius whirled around to face Hermione, and blinked.  She was dressed in a pair of black vinil SHORT shorts, and an unbelievably small white tube top.  She had with it a pair of black vinal ballroom gloves, silver dangles around her wrist, and a pink feather boa.  Her make-up was simple: heavy dark blue eyeliner, pale blue shadow and silver sparkles on her eyes and lips.  She also wore a pair of huge silver hoops in her ears. 

 

          “May I sit down, or am I inclined to stand all evening?” she said, her tone proper, and he then noticed her 3 inch stiletto heels, the boot of which went up to her knees.

“Uh,yeah, sure, sit.” stuttered Sirius, his jaw practically to his knees.

“I don’t dress like this all the time Sirius, only when I go clubbing.  Besides, I prefer the robes I wear at Hogwarts.  Now, to explain what happened this morning.  Actually, could you wait about 5 seconds, I think it best if Ron hears this.”

 

“Hears what ‘Mione?”

 

          Both of them turned around to see Ron standing with a girl, not much younger than him, with short mousy blonde hair and blue-grey eyes.  The two were dressed very much alike, both in a pair of tight jeans and black shirts.  Ron’s was a simple black wife beater, while hers was a baby-t, the words “Bad Elfy” written across the chest in blue gittering letters.  Both had on a pair of sneakers, and matching blue sparkle belts.  Ron had a black leather jacket draped over his shoulder, she a back velvet cloak.  He had to laugh when he noticed their hair.  Ron’s red hair was gelled to all hell, sticking up all over the place, tinted with gold sparkles, while his date’s was just made to look wet.  She had blue sparkles rather than gold, and they were all along her arms and stomach.  Sirius and Hermione both nearly choked when they saw Ron was wearing make-up.

 

          “Please, tell me that’s your doing Rena?” Hermione asked, moving closer to get a better look.

“Yeah.  He said he wanted to go all out, so I said he’d have to wear make-up and have his hair done right, and needless to say, it was just a lame excuse to let me doll him up a bit.”

“Oh, I’d say ‘a bit’ is the understatement of the year.” interupted Snape as he stretched. “That look is very becoming on you Mr. Weasly.”

“What the FUCK!  Snape?!”

 

          Snape smiled and stood up, moving to the kitchen without a word.  He could feel Hermione and Sirius smile, and when he returned to the living room, found that his spot on the couch had been taken.  He leaned against the balcony door and sipped his coffee as Hermione started introductions.

 

          “Ron, you remember Sirius, and of course Professor Snape.”

“Yeah, no need for introductions here.” he replied, nodding to both dark haired men.

“And I’m pretty sure that Rena will remember Snape, from her class?”

“Yes, but he wasn’t quite at ease as he is now.”

 

          Snape raised an eyebrow at her, and she smiled. 

 

          “Rhiannon Evans, Hufflepuff.” she said, standing.

“But-but- that would-you would- YOU’RE AS OLD AS I AM!!”

“Older.  My real name is Rhiannon Greenleaf, daughter of-“

 

          “Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of the Elven world, and my biological father.”

 

          All of them looked to the bedroom door, only to see a familiar pair of silver-blue eyes glaring at them.

 

          “Hello Rena, it’s been awhile.”

 

 

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          Damiana finished getting herself ready and headed up to the main shoppe.  It was there that she met the disapproving glare of her little dragon.  She smiled at him and moved to the case of jewelry behind the counter.  According to the sign on the glass, the pendants held with in each had their own magical power, and at one point belonged to a famous witch or wizard.  She pulled out a fairly normal sized sterling pendant, a yellow jewel set in it, and clasped it around her neck.  Unlike normal jewelry, this was warm, and when she looked back over at the dragon, her amber colored eyes had no pupils and were glowing.  She blinked and they were normal again.

 

          “You can’t be serious.  You were just barely graduated Hogwarts, swore you would never go back, and now you’re-“

“Riv, I don’t have a choice!  There is no way for me to stay here and do what I have to do, absolutely none!  All the Ancients are coming back, you said so yourself, and I’ll be damned if I don’t show up.  Besides, I have a few things to talk to Legolas about.”

“Things like children?”

“SHUT UP!!  It wasn’t like I had much of a choice!!”

“I was just asking a question.”

“Well it was out of line Riv!  I’ve gotten permission for you to come with me, but I’d have to disguise you as a tabby.”

“Fine.”

 

          Damian pulled her thin black wand from her black cloak and tapped the dragons head with it.  In a second he looked like a black and grey tabby cat, and he jumped onto her shoulder.  She repocketed her wand and headed out of the shoppe, locking the door behind her.  Riv mewed quietly and in a split second they were gone, reappearing at Kings Cross.  Riv’s eyes narrowed as she stepped through the barrier and were now facing the Hogwart’s Express, headed to Hogsmeade to deliver supplies and such from Diagon Alley, and subsequently, Knockturn Alley.

 

          “Well, here goes nothing Riv.”

 

          She walked confidently onto the train, handing her ticket to the wizard at the steps, and headed down the train.  A familiar sensation took her by surprise, and she whirled around to come face to face with a tall man, who looked just as young as she did.  He smiled and held out a hand, at which the cat lashed out at.  He chuckled warmly and picked it up by the scruff.

 

          “You should know better than that Riv, if you value your eternal life!” he said laughingly.

“You know I only-“
”Did it for loyal appearences, yes, yes, we know Riv.” Damiana said as she took the man’s hand. “It’s been too long, Crawler.”

“Come, my cabin’s just ahead, we can talk there.”

“Is-“
”No, he’s already at Hogwart’s.”

 

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          “MALFOY!!!?” Ron and Sirius shouted as they bolted up from their seats.  Hermione and Snape nodded to one another, and she stood up (a bit too easily for one wearing her outift).

 

 Rhiannon just stared at him with wide eyes as Hermione walked over to the blonde boy.  She had been told he was dead.  And there was no way to bring back the dead, right?  She was hoping that they would have some answers.

 

“Malfoy.” Hermione stated calmly, extending her hand.

“Hermione.” replied the taller boy as he took her hand.

“Oh god…”

 

          They all gasped as Hermione pulled Malfoy into a tight hug, and he hugged back.  Ron had to sit down, and Sirius fell on the floor.  Rhiannon’s jaw dropped to the floor, and Snape just smirked as he headed to the seat Hermione had left open.  Ron started sputtering, trying to ask for answers, but nothing coherent came out.  The same was true for Sirius.

 

          “You broke the ball.” Malfoy stated with a smirk.

“I couldn’t bloody well tell a secret with that thing in tact Malfoy!” she laughed back, pulling him towards the couch and motioning for Snape to get up.

 

“Mr. Malfoy, I believe you’ve forgotten someone.” smiled Snape as he motioned to the door way.

 

          Everyone turned to look at the bedroom door, and Sirius let out a sigh of relief.  Harry stood there, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers, and his Elemental pendant.  That and the silver ring Draco had put on him.  He looked exhausted, but at the same time more alive than he had in the past three years.  Looking up from the floor, he stared straight at Rhiannon, and then looked back at Draco.  The blonde boy nodded and Harry walked into the bathroom and started the shower.  Draco turned back to the group.

 

          “Let me answer all your questions while he’s in the shower, and then we can head out.” he said as he sat on the floor, ankles crossed.

 

          “How the FUCK are you alive?!” Ron asked, breaking his silence.

“Really Weasley, it’s not that hard to figure out, but since you asked… I never died.  Dragons are immortal you know.”

 

          Rhiannon shot him a dark look and crossed her arms.  Hermione didn’t know what to make of that.

 

          “And why did you ‘play dead’ to begin with?  You had to know that Harry-“
”I had already made up my mind to ‘die’ for Potter before I knew he was in love with me.  I believe Professor Snape called it ‘Death Eater Syndrome.’  It may have been painfully obvious to everyone else, but because I had just recently been ‘marked,’ seeing what is clearly visible is impossible while under the influence of the Dark Lord’s power runs through your veins.  If you’re wondering how I made myself disappear, it was an invisiblity potion and my own magic.  The I wore belongs to my father.”

 

“Speaking of father’s, would you like to explain what you meant about Legolas Greenleaf being yours?” Hermione asked.  It was the one question she didn’t already have an answer to.

 

“Certainly.  Everyone knows that Wizards and Elves are just magical Humans, Elves with a physical difference that can be changed with magic.  And, had you read ‘Hogwart’s: A History,’ you’d already know that the four founders were both Wizard and Elf.  Rowen Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin were Elves, Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Griffindor were Wizard.  Well, it just so happens that the same year Slytherin was born, the Elven Prince, Legolas Greenleaf was also born.  That makes him over a 1000 years old.  When Slytherin’s Heir, Tom Riddle, was born, it was prophosised that he would never have a child, and that 4 children of Light would destroy his appointed successor.  Unfortunately, those four were supposed to have been born at the same time, and grow up together, training in Hogwart’s and outside of it for the battle that would truly destroy Riddle’s darkness and legacy.  And one of those children was to be the heir to the Elven world. 

 

“Given to human error, Legolas and his wife produced an heir nearly 30 years too early.  That was not entirely for nothing, as their child helped steer Harry’s father from the ‘Dark Side.’  Does that sound like a reference to Star Wars to anyone else, or just me?”

 

“Just continue Malfoy.” Sirius said.

 

“Of course.  Anyway, that child was Rhiannon here.  Snape remembers how she was sorted into Hufflepuff, and made fast friends with one Damiana Ravenshaw, don’t you Severus?”

“Just continue Malfoy.” growled the potions master.

 

“Yes sir.  Damiana is the decendent of Rowena Ravenclaw, and in such, an elf by blood.  Rhiannon, after Hogwart’s, went back to Rivendell, only to find that she wasn’t the true heir.  You see, Rhiannon was one of a set of faternal twins…”

 

          Everyone in the room gasped as they looked at Rhiannon and then Malfoy.  They did look alike.  And if they really were related, twins even, then that would mean that—

 

          “My mother was an Elf as well.  That is why she wanted no part of the Dark Lord like Lucius.  I of course was not aware of my parentage until recently, when I found my mother’s diary.  It seems that elven women have the abiity to ‘freeze’ special pregnancies, functioning as normal until the child is needed in the world.  I was frozen as soon as I was concieved, not because they knew I was special, but because two of Legolas’ children in Hogwart’s would have been a problem.  Too much strong magic, not enough to counter it.  You see, my dear sister’s counter part wouldn’t be born until 1980…”

 

          They all looked at Ron, who hung his head, cheeks nearly as red as his hair.  Malfoy smiled.

 

          “I on the other hand, would be born at the same time as my Elven counter part…”

 

“But Harry has no Elf in his back ground.” Sirius argued.

 

“Although absolutely possible, why do you think that Lily Evans was the only one in her family’s history to be a witch or wizard?  Her mother was an elf, who was much older than she appeared.  That twat Petunia Dursley was stripped of her magic when she was born, by none other than Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.  Of course you didn’t hear that from me…  As for Harry… well, how he got to be so close to God, I haven’t been able to figure that out.”

 

“God?” asked Rhiannon, her attention caught, “No one can be born God, Draco.”

“Right, in a sense.  You can be born a god, not God.  There’s more than one Power that Be, you know that Rena.  I almost want to say that—“

 

“My father had Elf in him.”  Harry’s voice said as he walked out of the bathroom.

“Damn…” Draco muttered, his eyes immediately drawn to the boy.

 

          Harry wasn’t fully dressed, but that didn’t exactly matter to the rest of the room.  He had on a pair of red vinil pants, zippers down the side and a silver chain around his waist.  On his feet were a pair of spiked boots, gold laces shining as if they were magic (which Draco knew they were).  He had his towel around his neck and his hair was slicked back, like Draco used to wear it in school (A/N: Think of how they did Draco’s hair in the Movie… drool……….=P ).  His pendant shined like it was alive, and he turned to his bedroom.  Draco stood up and followed.  He shut the door behind him and watched as Harry moved to his dresser.

 

          “Harry, why didn’t you tell me before?”
”It wasn’t important.”

“Wasn’t important?  Harry, this makes everything different.”

“How?  The Potter’s and Malfoy’s that created the Pendant and Blade, they were Elves.  I thought you knew that.”

“But then it doesn’t make sense!  I could very well be Lucius Malfoy’s son then, and the story that my mother had in her diary wouldn’t have been legit.  I know she’s an Elf, Harry.  I saw her when she left my funeral.”

“I did too.  But think about it Draco, if the Dragon’s Eye Diamond can only be used by decendents of a Potter and a Malfoy, then what’s to say that if there isn’t some of our blood elsewhere, within the Elves, that they couldn’t con-“
”It just isn’t possible!  I’d have to be a true blood Malfoy to-“

          Draco stopped midsentence as an unknown feeling entered his mind, and he looked Harry in the eye.  The slightly taller boy put a hand to his lovers cheek, and smiled before kissing him lightly.  When he pulled back to look at Draco, his eyes were glowing.

 

          “Your mother is a born Malfoy.” he said quietly as he pulled on a gold mesh shirt, with long sleeves rather than none, and the bottom hem was at the base of his rib cage as opposed to tucked in.

“What?”
”I just thought of it.  If Legolas Greenleaf is you father, and your mother in an elf, and the Elves knew that one of the Ancients had to be an Elf, and that only a Malfoy could control the Pendant, then a pure blood Malfoy who happened to be an Elf would be the most logical solution.  It totally out rules the thing I said about the branching off and our blood being elsewere.  Take  a look at the my family line, and yours.  There have only been males born into the potter line, and into the Malfoy line.  But the break in yours was your mother, and she was immediately taken to Rivendell, and became Greenleaf’s wife, queen, bitch, whatever.  And coming back to make a pureblood Malfoy would be her family duty, but also her responsibility as an Elf, to keep the bloodline strong.  Your sister is just an added bonus to the world.  Water has two Ancients, but I couldn’t tell you how I know that.”

“Then who’s the other?”

“I don’t know…”

 

 

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-dream-

          She walked into the room, her dark hair pulled back in a loose braid, and she dipped her hand into the hot cauldron.  She smiled as her hand came up coated in a thick silvery substance, and she flicked it to the floor in horror as her eyes settled on the serpent that normally rose to meet her.  No, this time it didn’t rise, it just laid there, in a pool of dark blood, it’s once glowing green eyes dead.  She screamed and tried a few reviving spells, but none seemed to be working.  If anything it only made more of the black blood ooze out towards her bare feet.

 

          “It’s not going to wake up Morgana.” a child’s voice said, making the woman whirl around to look behind her.

 

          In the doorway stood a girl, no older than 11, dressed in a blood red velvet dress, black cloak to match.  The dark haired woman glared at her with glowing red eyes, and pointed the wand at her.  The girl just smiled.

 

          “That won’t do you any good Morgana.  I can’t be hurt by Dark Magic any more.”

“Who the hell are you, and how did you get in here!?” demanded the woman.

“You brought me here, when you called for the Serpent.”

“I did nothing of the sort!  I have no use for children!”

“No, but my father had a use for you.”

“Your father?  Who might that be?”

“You don’t remember?  11 years and 9 months ago today you were in the Forbidden Forest, looking for the black rose that would allow you to create that.”

 

          The girl pointed to the potion.

 

          “And that’s when you saw him.  The tall man with the blonde hair, walking with a woman with chestnut brown hair.”

“Lucius Malfoy, and that… that ELF?”
”Yes.  I believe you watched my birth.”

“Oh my God!  You’re… you’re HIS daughter!”

“Yes Morgana, I am.  And when I was born I was taken far away from this world, so that darkness could never touch me.  So I could be pure.  But when you called forth the Serpent of Life, you brought me with it.  My father always said that I would do the bidding of the one who called my Guardian, but I can’t see why I would want to hurt something so beautiful.  Let alone something that is in my blood to protect.”

 

          With that the girl turned on her heel and disappeared in a flurry of electric blue light.  Morgana stared down at the serpent and then looked at where the girl had been.  She looked then at her cauldron, only to see a swirl of the same blue light appear over the center.  A rose so black that it looked like a shadow appeared, and before she could even scream, fell into the silver liquid. 

         

          The fire under the cauldron flared, and the rose leaked out red and gold streams of what looked like blood.  It swirled into the silver and in a flash of black it, there was nothing left in the cauldron, save the solitary black rose.  There wasn’t a tint of silver, red or gold left, and Morgana screamed.  The mirror shattered, the glass piercing the dead snake, the black blood oozing faster and faster towards the screaming woman.  She ran out the door, still screaming as it followed her.  It flooded from every room, building more and more as it went, chasing her faster and faster until she was at a dead end.  Again she screamed, but it was drowned out by the flood of black that covered her….

 

-end dream-

 

          She bolted up in bed, her red eyes scanning the room for any sign of danger.  When she found none, she headed out of her room and down the hall to the bathroom.  The wood floor was cold beneath her feet, but she didn’t mind it.  She splashed her face with cold water and looked at herself in the mirror.  It had been only been a nightmare.  There was no child with green eyes.  Her serpent was just a serpent, not a Guardian, and there was no way a child could be in her house.  And certainly no daughter of Lucius Malfoy.  The man was unable to have children, she had made sure of that herself… hadn’t she?

 

~TBC