Thursday, February 02, 2006
CHAPTER 3 - A New Home
A/N: Hello! I'm back again. Yes, finally I'd finished writing this fan fic. I'm starting to write the sequel already... There were still some part of this taken directly from GOF, but that is only one small part. hehe... Hope you like it. Enjoy!
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Just as Harry was about to stepped into the fire, however, a horrible gagging sound erupted behind him, and Aunt Petunia started to scream. Harry wheeled around. Dudley was no longer standing behind his parents. He was kneeling beside the coffee table, and he was gagging and sputtering on a foot-long, purple, slimy thing that was protruding from his mouth. One bewildered second later, Harry realized that the foot-long thing was Dudley's tongue - and that a brightly colored toffee wrapper lay on the floor before him.
Aunt Petunia hurled herself onto the ground beside Dudley, seized the end of his swollen tongue, and attempted to wrench it out of his mouth; unsurprisingly, Dudley yelled and sputtered worse than ever, trying to fight her off. Uncle Vernon was bellowing and waving his arms around, and Mr Weasley had to shout to make himself heard.
"Not to worry, I can sort him out!" he yelled, advancing on Dudley with his wand outstretched, but Aunt Petunia screamed worse than ever and threw herself on top of Dudley, shielding him from Mr Weasley.
"No, really!" said Mr Weasley desperately. "It's a simple process it was the toffee -my son Fred - real practical joker - but it's only an Engorgement Charm - at least, I think it is - please, I can correct it -"
No matter how Mr Weasley pleaded, the Dursleys would not let him near Dudley. It was only when Dudley's toungue was like four feet long that Uncle Veron agreed to let Mr Weasley shrink it. All this while, Harry stood by the fireplacetrying to restrain himself from laughing.
Harry could heard laughter when he reached the Burrow fireplace. He landed onthe floor, and Fred offered a hand to help him. "He ate it, didn't he?" asked Fred, grinning.
"Yeah, he did. What was that actually?"
"Ton-Tongue Toffee, we invented it and was looking for someone to try it,"said George, laughing.
Mr Weasley were reprimanding them when Mrs Weasley walked in with 2 red-hairedmen followed by Hermione and Ginny. Those 2 red-haired Harry don't recognise but know that they have to be the older Weasleys, Bill and Charlie.
"Hello Harry," said 1 of the red-haired, holding out a hand which Harry shook."I'm Bill, and he's Charlie," pointing to the red-haired beside him. Charlie looks every inch the outdoor type: he has a broad, good-natured, weather-beaten face, and so many freckles that it looks almost like he has a tan. He was shorter and stockier than most of his brothers, and has, of course, the usual Weasley red hair. His body was tanned, as a result being under the sun for too long. Bill, Harry thought, was a Head Boy, would be like Percy, who was dead serious, not pranking sort of a person. But the Bill who stood in front of him is not what he thought to be.
The Bill in front of him is tall and lanky with the usual shock of Weasley red hair, which he wears long in a pony-tail. He has an earring shaped like a fang, and unlike the majority of his family, he is - and there is no other word for it - cool. Harry was immediately struck by Bill's confident and easy-going nature. His clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert (except perhaps the dragon-hide boots), and it would have been almost impossible to imagine anyone more different to his self-important brother Percy, in spite of the similarities in their academic careers. Also unlike Percy, Bill has retained a considerable sense of fun.
Mrs Weasley demanded to know what did Fred and George did this time after she greeted Harry. Reluctantly, Mr Weasley told Mrs Weasley everything. Everyone listened with much enthusiasium. Mr Weasley explain how they were about to go off, after Fred and George came down with Harry's trunk. Fred, who claimed to be an accident, spilled a bad of sweets from his pocket. Harry's cousin went to pick it up and ate it. And how long had Mr Weasley spent persuading the Dursleys to allow him to fix it. All this time, there grasp and shriek coming from Hermione and Ginny, while Mrs Weasley keep shooting the twins with a stern look. Bill and Charlie laughing along with their brothers and Harry.
"Now, now, Molly. I had scolded them already. There's no need for another one.They already regretted it, don't you boys?" said Mr Weasley.
"Yeah, We're regretting now. We'll go upstairs to remorse," replied George, as the twin started to move from the table towards the stairs, with a smirk on their face.
"You better be!" cried Mrs Weasley. The rest would know otherwise. The twins would never be remorseful.
After the twins went upstairs to their room, Mrs Weasley had Hermione and Ginny to help with dinner, while Bill and Charlie went to the garden to help set up tables for dinner. Meanwhile Ron took Harry up to his room, where Harry would unload his things. It was actually the Weasleys idea to keep Harry from downstairs where they are preparing a secret birthday party for Harry.
Soon, it was time for dinner, and Hermione came upstairs to get the boys. When they went downstairs, the whole room was quiet and empty. Hermione lead the boys out the back door; and when Harry walk out into the garden, everyone shouted "SURPRISE, HARRY!"
Harry was shocked at first, but when he recovered, he was overjoyed. This is his first birthday party. Every year on his birthday, he used to spend it alone.He would normally buy a slice of cake, lit a candle on the cake, and sing happy birthday song to himself. But this year, he had the whole Weasley family, Hermonie, Professor Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Hagrid, Neville Longbottom, Dean Seamus and Sean Thomas to celebrate his birthday with him.
"You guys! I can't believe it! Thank you!" exclaimed Harry, smiling.
"You better be, Harry, because it is the truth," replied Sirus mockingly.
Everyone was having an enjoyable night, especially Harry. They were joking, chatting happily, singing and dancing all night long. It was well pass midnight when Ron and Harry went upstairs to bed. Ron went to bed almos timmediately, but Harry sat on his mattress opening some of the presents he received. Suddenly a brown owl flew into the room and landed on Harry's bed. Surprised, Harry examined the owl for a while, then he realise there is an envelope attached to his leg. Once the envelope is removed, the owl flew off through the window. 'Who is this from?' Harry wondered. All of the people he knew were here at the Burrow just now. Curiously, he opened the envelope. Just as he open, a glimpse of light escaped from the envelope. The light is so bright that Harry had to cover his eyes. Suddenly Harry felt he was being sucked into a tornado. Suddenly he was falling, and for what seemed like forever, he finally dropped to the ground flat on his face.
When he open his eyes, he was no longer in Ron's room. When he look around, he was so surprised and stunned with the beautiful environment, that he rubbed his eyes to see if he was dreaming. He pinched himself to see if he was really dreaming, but realised it is not, he began to admire the scenery.
Beautiful trees and flowers were grown, the grass were very green and a palace so huge, beautiful and majestic. 'I know beautiful and majestic shouldn't really put together in the same sentence, but this palace really is.'Harry thought. Suddenly. he realised that there were five very beautiful people standing in front of him. Four men and one woman. Well, actually Harry couldn't really differentiate whether they are men or women, for they are all so beautiful, and Harry began to think if they were veelas.
Standing up, Harry suddenly took out his wand, pointing at them and questioned them as they approached him. "Where is this place? Who are you? What do you want? I know, you must be spies sent by Voldermort! Where is he, huh? Afraid to see me? Go tell him I'm not afraid of him. Tell him he need not hide from me. If he wants to kill me come out now!"
"Calm down, Elithron," said one of the five people, who Harry believed to be the leader of the group. A stern looking person who held wisdom in his silvery blue eyes but looked no older than forty. "We mean you no harm."
"To answer your questions, firstly, this is Rivendell, Middle Earth," said a she elf, calmly. "Secondly,my name is Alfirin." Turning to the elf who talked earlier, "This is Lord Elrond, Lord of Rivendell. These are Lord Elladan and Lord Elrohir, Lord Elrond's sons. And this is Glorfindel." Each of them nodded their head as a gesture.
"Thirdly, no, we are not spies of Voldermort. We are elves. Trusts us, Elithron, we mean you no harm. Elves are on the good side, they will never goto the dark side," she continued, as her voice grow softer and gentler.
"Er, wait a minute. You can't be elves. The elves I know are not like you," said Harry. " And my name is not E-Eli-what do u say my name is?"
"Elithron."
"I'm not Eliron, you've got the wrong person!" cried Harry.
"We really are elves. We are not the same ones that you have in your world, but we are of the same kind. The only difference is that we are immortal," said Alfirin calmly.
"Yes, of course you are. We elves never make mistakes. You are Elithron, also known as Harry Potter in you world," continued Lord Elrond. "Come, I will explain everything to you. But first, you must be tired, you will need a good rest."
"NO! I can't stay here!" cried Harry. "I have to go back. Sirius will get worried if I'm not there. And Mr and Mrs Weasley too. And Ron and Her-"
"Now, now, Harry. Calm down. You can choose not to stay here, but at least stay until tomorrow, when you know the truth, and you can then decide whether you want to stay here or go back to your own world then," said Alfirin, trying to calm Harry down.
Somehow, Alfirin's voice had relaxed Harry a bit. He was no longer tensed as he was earlier. Looking into the she elf's eyes, somehow he swore he could see sadness in it.
'I think I can trust them. I can't sense any harm in them. They look so...sopure to be harmful.' Harry thought. Finally after giving some serious thoughts, he decided to stay for the night.
Everyone were happy to hear about this. Lady Alfirin lead Harry to his room. Lord Elrond had prepared a room for Harry earlier in the day. Two elfmaids were already in the room when Harry entered.
"This is your room. Wash up and get some sleep," said Alfirin, smiling "They will serve you from now on. I will see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," replied Harry.
"Lord Elithron, please do undress, while we put up the bath for you," said one of the elfmaids.
Harry not being used to be served, tried to "chase" the elfmaids out. "Please, I can look after myself. I do not need you to serve me."
"M-My lord, i-is there anything we h-had done wrong?" asked the other elfmaid, timidly.
"No, no, there's nothing you had done wrong. It's just that I'm used to look after myself and I'm not used to being served like that. Please, I can handle it myself. Don't worry."
"In that case, we will take our leave, my lord," said the first elfmaid.
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'Oh dear.' Lord Elrond thought. 'His thoughts were filled of hatred for the Dark Lord, and his mind was full of revenge. Yet he is still so young. My heart aches to know this.' As he, Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel walked separate ways from Alfirin and Harry, he couldn't help but feel sad for Harry.
"I can sense he had a heavy burden on his shoulders," commented Glorfindel.
"Yes, he could not even relax on seeing strangers. All he can think of was the strangers were spies sent by the Dark Lord," continues Elladan.
"I am sure Alfirin does feels sad in a way that her muindor had become like that," said Elrohir, sadly.
"Hmmf. All we can do is to try let him feel as home as possible. Afterall, this is his home," said Lord Elrond.
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A/N: Well, how was it? This chapter, I quite like that part where Harry dropped into Middle Earth. haha. It was fun, but also the most difficult part. I had to did that with my friend over MSN Messenger. That took me most of the night, but was very happy with the final cut.
written by Kuraire Claire-`
