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This is a translation of the
fanfic �Ezellahen" (Spanish) by Utena-Puchiko-nyu and Angeli Murasaki.

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Ezellahen

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Disclaimer: The characters of this story recognized from Harry Potter
are the property of J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros while those from Middle Earth
belong to Tolkien. In the future, two very entertaining characters from CLAMP
will also be incorporated. This is a work of pure entertainment and we claim no
monetary benefit what so ever.
WARNING: This fanfic is set COMPLETELY in an Alternate Universe.
Therefore, we don�t want to hear any complaints later. There will be male
pregnancy, elves, wizards OOC and much more.
Reading Guide:
-Normal writing: narration
-Dialogue: �Regular dialogue�
-Italics: character thoughts or word emphasis
-�If it looks like this�: Elvish tongue. Words within / word
/ are the translations.
-Note: Will be notes from the authors
- Translator Notes (TN): these are quite obviously notes from myself,
the translator (Lina)

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Chapter 17: The Return of the
Boy-Who-Lived

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Today was Sirius� day off from his job as an Auror, therefore, since he
found himself alone at home, due to the fact that his friends and nephew had
other things to do, he decided to make himself a cup of hot chocolate and enjoy
it on the porch. The day wasn�t overly cold, just cool enough to enjoy a hot
cup of chocolate. So, with a book chosen at random, he sat down on one of the
large wooden seats and began to read as he enjoyed his beverage.
The activity soon bored him and sleepiness overcame his body. However, a light
that would have blinded him had his eyes been open, swept over the fields that
surrounded the house, along with a strong magical force that made his skin
buzz. He woke with a start, wiping the string of drool that had escaped his
mouth as he slept and frowned, asking himself what the heck could have
happened. If he remembered correctly, the last time he�d seen a light of such
intensity had been�
�Oh, by Merlin�� he whispered, before rising in a hurry and running to the
place he had not visited in years.
In a matter of minutes, he arrived at the place where the Runes had been
painted for his best friend�s journey. The first thing his blue eyes saw was
the tall and thin body of his friend, Moony. Remus Lupin smiled at him, his
golden eyes shining brightly through the tears he was trying to contain. The
animagus blinked�he almost didn�t recognize him, his friend was much changed,
the scars that before often decorated his face had disappeared, his body
appeared more solid and his short hair shone like in those commercial they
showed in that muggle thing called a television.
�Hello, Siri.�
However, the animagus didn�t reply because just at the moment that his
friend�s voice entered his ears, his eyes came upon the figure that stood
proudly next to the older man. Remus Lupin was not a very tall person, but
neither was he short, he was five feet and eight inches tall. The figure next
to the werewolf reached his shoulder, a tall stature for a thirteen-year-old adolescent;
his jet black hair was semi short and was tied in half a ponytail. But it was
the eyes that demanded his attention, they were such an intense green that a
chill swept through his system, for they reminded him of the green shade of the
Avada Kedavra.
Even though overwhelmed by recent events, Sirius was able to take note of
Remus� attire which, to his eyes, seemed like something a medieval lord would
wear. The brown-haired man wore a golden tunic, which reached about ten
centimeters above his knees and beneath it he wore tight leggings, while his feet
were inside calf-high leather boots. Around his waist he wore a belt, from
which, his wand hung inside a holster, along with a small leather pouch. The
peculiar attire also included a large hooded cape, similarly golden.
Sirius stopped scrutinizing Moony to place his gaze on Harry. He looked at
the teen in confusion; the boy also wore the same type of clothing as Remus. The
only thing that changed were the colors, the boy�s tunic was blue with silver
overtones and his boots a dark green. On his belt, he wore a sword and the cape
was the same blue as the tunic, along with these, he also wore a circlet that
seemed to be made of white gold on his forehead, in a motif of small interlaced
leaves with white precious stones. Diamonds? He didn�t know, but they were
bright and pretty, giving the dark haired teen an air of royalty.�
Shaking off the muteness that had overcome him, mostly due to the impact of
seeing how much the young man looked like his friend, James; he murmured a
name: �Harry?�
The boy seemed to bristle at the name, his eyes narrowing, but the hand that
was placed on his shoulder, belonging to Remus, made him calm down. However,
the teen did not reply, but only gave a stiff nod in response. Sirius smiled
from ear to ear and began to approach the pair, but in that moment he realized
that they weren�t alone. Behind Harry was the figure of the most beautiful
being ever to walk the earth, holding a platinum-blond toddler of no more than
three years of age in his arms.
Elrohir swallowed when those blue eyes met his and was able to feel how a
strange sensation began to grow within him; he frowned, not understanding what
was happening very well. But a memory came to him�
-Flashback-
/�How do you know when you have met
�the one�?�/ He grumbled.
The elf couldn�t believe it. His brother, the worst heartbreaker of the two of them, the more mischievous and the one
that had no plans to marry for another few millennia had just told him that the
violet eyed wizard was his mate.
/�I don�t know how to explain it; I
just know he�s the one.�/ He said with a dreamy looking smile.
/�Try.�/ He muttered.
Elladan arched an eyebrow when he saw his twin�s obvious unhappiness, but
shrugged his shoulders and brought a hand to his chin.
/�Well�to begin with, the
first time our eyes connected I felt as if my blood were starting to boil,
until a light itch seemed to take over my whole body.� My sight blurred a little bit and my heart
starting thumping as if I�d just come back from a run to the waterfall�and�my
little friend also came to life like never before.�/ He smiled lewdly.
/�That�s all?�/ He asked
somewhat disgusted.
�Nope�I also had a flash of
a vision in which I saw myself kissing him until we lost our breaths�and there
was a persistent voice inside my head that kept saying��/
-End Flashback-
�Go�kiss him and claim him as your own.�
Elrohir shook his head, wanting that voice out of his mind. He looked
forward and blushed when he realized everyone was looking at him in bafflement.
He shifted Lucas to a more comfortable position and adopted the intimidating
pose he�d planned to show up with to begin with�which had been completely
shattered as soon as that man had looked at him. What did it mean? He had come
to make sure that no one pilfered his child! Not to awaken desires of having
Sirius Black doing whatever he wished to him!
/�Are you all right, Elrohir?�/
Remus asked, with a worried glance.
�Tancave, Naur�a�� /Yes, Naur�a�I�m fine./ He muttered.
�What did you say?� Sirius asked, looking at them with a furrowed brow.
�That was Quenya, the language of the high elves, Padfoot. I was only asking
if he was fine.� He smiled. �How has everything been around here?�
�We�ve been okay�even though we needed you both.� He said with some
bitterness and watched his godson with anxiety. He was dying to take him into
his arms in a hug until he begged for mercy, but the teen had an aura around
him that stopped him. It told him clearly that he would regret it if he touched
him without permission. He couldn�t really understand why but he regretted to
see him so cold and not all that happy to have been reunited with his family.
�We�re sorry. But you knew this was a possibility��
�That�s fine.� He shook his head. �So�this is Harry?� He smiled at the teen
and tried to approach, but the boy sneered and stiffened.
�He prefers to be called Ezellahen.�
His friend�s deep voice, but with a melodious tone like that of his
mysterious companion, attracted his attention. He looked at the man in question
who seemed to fidget beneath his gaze, which surprised him.
�And you are..?�
�Allow me to make the introductions.� The golden-eyed man said. �This is
Elrohir of the House of Rivendell. He is a high elf and one of the persons that
took care of Ezellahen when he arrived in his dimension.� He turned to the elf.
�And this is Sirius Black, Elrohir, one of my best friends.� He smiled.
�A pleasure to meet you.� He said, extending his hand in greeting, knowing
that this was the way it was done in this dimension. He was a little nervous
about the contact and just as he suspected, after the animagus gave him a smile
that almost melted him on the spot as soon as their hands touched, a spark
jumped between the two of them.
Sirius pulled back his hand, looking at it with a furrowed brow, but
shrugged and turned to smile at the elf once again. He truly is beautiful�I didn�t know that those stories about elves were
real, but my eyes are not lying to me.
�Thank you for taking care of Harry.�
�You�re welcome; in fact, he is like a son
to me.� He said, emphasizing the word. Something which made Sirius� eyes narrow.
�And I prefer to be called Ezellahen, if it doesn�t bother you.� The black
haired teen said, speaking for the first time. The animagus was surprised by
the deep voice and the tone of ultimatum that the boy placed upon the
enunciation of his name.�
To say that Sirius Black was surprised was an understatement. In his dreams,
he�d imagined that once Harry came back he would be all smiles and affection,
hugging them and requiring their attention and love. However, this aristocratic
young man, somewhat cold and proud, was the furthest thing from his
expectations. It was almost as if he scorned the very idea of being there.
/�Daddy! I�m hungry!�/
The annoyed cry of the blond toddler pulled everyone out of their thoughts
and served to lighten up a bit of the tension. Remus shuffled in place, a bit
uncomfortable, when he saw his friend�s eyes move to rest on the child that
grumbled within Elrohir�s arms.
�Who is this child, Moony?�

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James dismissed the last of his students from class
before standing up to go to the Great Hall for lunch. Returning to Hogwarts
this year to teach proved to be a bit better than two years ago. Foremost,
because Snivellus, being married and having a pair of kids with Weasley, had
stopped being his growling self and no longer looked for ways to point out his
errors or try to annoy him. Though he couldn�t say that he didn�t miss it a
bit, because, as bad as they were, it had been fun when they�d gotten into
those verbal battles.

He looked to the window when he heard an owl
furiously pecking at the glass to be allowed in. He walked over and opened the
window allowing the bird to fly overhead and come down to rest on his desk. He
freed the parchment it carried and gave it a few pieces of cookies he had in
his pocket. He then opened the note and read something that made his heart stop
for a few seconds.

Prongs,

They�ve returned.

Padfoot� �

There, simple and concise. There was no need for
further explanations for him to know what his friend was referring to�his son
and his best friend had returned.

He ran as if the very devil were after him, trying
to get out of the school as fast as possible in order to get to the nearest apparition
point. On the way, he ran over a few students until he ran into Severus Snape.

�Careful, Potter!� He grumbled, trying to stabilize
the potions he had in his hand.

�Don�t bother me, Snivellus. I have to go see my
baby!� He yelled, without stopping.

�Lunatic��

-Marauder Mansion

To say that the atmosphere was tense was an
understatement. Everyone was sitting in the spacious sitting room of the house,
looking at one another without knowing what to say. Sirius couldn�t help
looking at the child, currently being fed a vanilla pudding by Remus, with a
furrowed brow. His friend had told him that the child�s origin was only going
to be explained once, which is why they were waiting for James before he said anything.
Still, the child had many of his friend�s characteristics and, even though he
couldn�t understand what he said, he was sure somewhere among those foreign
words he�d referred to the werewolf as �dad.� Not to mention the blond hair,
the pale skin, and that aristocratic nose that disturbingly enough reminded him
of his friend�s ex-boyfriend.

And the elf was another thing. Each time he glanced
at him he seemed even more beautiful and his hand still buzzed where they had
touched each other earlier. There was also that strange impulse that encouraged
him to stretch out his hand and touch that long black hair, that clear skin and
maybe even place his lips on top of the other male�s. All in all, it was very
strange to feel so attracted to someone he just met, especially when the man in
question didn�t seem at all happy being in the same room with him.

�Where is he? Where�s my Harry?�

James practically blew into the sitting room and
stopped past the entrance to look frantically around. When his hazel eyes finally
found his son, an enormous smile split his face, his eyes filled with tears,
and he ran to embrace the teen in a tight hug. Remus and Sirius couldn�t help a
knowing and endeared smile forming on their lips at the scene. For Harry, however,
this was very uncomfortable, for someone that he didn�t know to hug him in such
a way while crying into his shoulder was not a normal thing for him. In fact,
it was irritating him.

�Mr. Potter, please, restrain yourself.�

James stiffened and pulled slightly away from Harry,
blinking confusedly. His son had just called him �Mr. Potter?�

�Mister..?� He smiled, caressing the boy�s cheek.
�I�m your father, Harry. You can call me dad or daddy.�

The animagus opened his eyes in surprise when he saw
his son take a step backward, distancing himself from his touch. Sirius grimaced
in pain and approached his friend, to support him, knowing what was coming�the
same cold attitude the boy had already treated him with. Remus couldn�t help
looking at his friend with pity.

�My name is Ezellahen, Prince of Rivendell.� He
said, adopting the proud demeanor his granddad had taught him for social
functions. �And I know you are my biological father.� He looked sideways at
Elrohir. �But I don�t consider you to be my dad.�

James choked, bringing a hand up to his mouth and
started to shake his head. Black hurried to place a hand on his friend�s
shoulder.

�Prongs��

�Why do you say that, Harry?� He asked with a thread
of voice. �That is your name, Harry James Potter, your mother and I named you thus�you
are not Ezellahen, you�re Harry.� He said, anger starting to take over. �I am
your father; you should address me as such��

The black haired teen arched an eyebrow and looked
at him incredulous.

�Forgive me if my ideas don�t match your own, Mr.
Potter.� He said with disdain. �But to me, the title of father is earned and
has nothing to do with bloodlines. You let me go�and I learned to call other
people my parents. Therefore, I have no choice but to tell you that you have no
right to tell me what to do, I only came here to meet you. I have no intention
of staying here��

�Stop! Stop!� cried the animagus, approaching Harry
to grasp one of his arms. �Why are you saying all this..? You are my son! You
have no idea how much I have missed you and how much our separation has hurt
me! You can�t tell me you don�t consider me your father!�

�I already have two people I consider my parents�if
�Mr. Potter� is not acceptable to you then I�m afraid you and I will never
reach an understanding on the matter.�

That was the last straw to James Potter�s
conflicting emotions. Breathing hard, he let go of Harry�s arm and fainted.

�James!�

Sirius was the first one to run to his aid, stopping
him from hitting the hard floor. He looked at the teen with some anger, who
simply ignored him. Though inside, Harry couldn�t help the worry that overtook
him. But he couldn�t help but say all the things he�d said. James expected him
to call him �father� without even first trying to familiarize himself with him.
Something which the teen had no intention of doing, much less with his mom
Elrohir there, it would be insulting everything they had done for him�calling a
stranger father.

�That was harsh.� Remus muttered, looking at the boy
with some reproach.

�You had already been made aware of my decision,
Naur�a.� Ezellahen said, shrugging and looking the other way.

�You should lay him on a couch.� Elrohir said, walking
over to the others. He looked at his son. �Could I have a word with you outside,
Ezellahen?�

�Tancave,
Adar.� He nodded.

Black watched them go with a furrowed brow.

�He looks like a little Slytherin,� he hissed.

�Don�t say that, Padfoot. How would you react if you
lived your whole life in another place, calling those who raised you mother and
father, only to later have someone come and demand that you call them father,
just because he�s the one that sired you?�

�But Prongs is his father, he has the right!� He
argued.

�Just helping to create someone doesn�t give one any
rights, Sirius.� He sighed. �You have to understand, my friend. You yourself
considered the Potters your parents, because they gave you love and a home when
you left yours. It�s almost the same thing...�

The wizard snarled, but didn�t say anything else,
knowing that Remus was right. He looked at his friend�s unconscious body and
sighed. James was in for a rough time until he was able to win over little
Harry�s love and respect.

-In the gardens�

/�Are you all right?�/

/�He looks
so much like me��/ was Harry�s response, not looking the elf in the
eye.

�Tancave.
/Yes, the similarity is incredible. I
froze in shock when I saw him enter the room. One could say that the only
difference lies in your eyes and perhaps your lips�but the rest is practically
the same. No one would doubt that you are his son� �/ He muttered, looking
the other way.

/�Don�t
worry, Mom.�/ He said, taking one of Elrohir�s hands. /�No matter what happens, you will always
be my mommy�my love for you
will never change�I�m only
going to make room for James Potter in my heart, not going to remove one part
to replace with another.�/

Elrohir smiled, caressing his son�s head and pulling
him in to kiss that rebellious jet black mane of hair.� Harry purred and leaned against his mother�s body.
A strangled sob caught their attention and they saw James watching them with
tears in his eyes; betrayal, pain and a little bit of acceptance shining within
their depths. Ezellahen grimaced and slowly pulled away from the elf.

�I would like to speak with �Ezellahen for a moment,
if I may?� He murmured.

Elrohir looked to his son and nodded.

�Sure, I will leave you two alone to talk.�

James watched the elf leave and, with confident
steps, walked over to the bench the teen was sitting and sat down next to him.

�I apologize for my attitude a moment ago, Mr.
Potter. I shouldn�t have been so harsh�but you have to understand that��

�I understand.� James interrupted, looking him in
the eye. �During my walk here I was able to clear up my thoughts�I know that
you are correct about the things you said in there, and it should be me who
should be asking your pardon for trying to make such demands.�

�I forgive you if you forgive me.� He said with a
crocked smile.

�Done,� he smiled, raising a hand. Ezellahen
hesitated for a second, but ended up shaking his sire�s hand. James� eyes shone
and two tears escaped from them at his son�s touch. �Could we do something
about my name..? I feel bad about you calling me Mister.�

�I can�t call you father.� The boy said with a
frown.

�I�m not asking that you do.� He hurried to say, but
with a note of bitterness in his tone. �I have other less formal names you
could call me, such as my animagus name�Prongs�or
simply James.�

�James sounds good to me.� The teen agreed with a
sincere smile.

Both remained talking for another two hours until
Sirius came out to tell them, somewhat irritated, to get back in because he
wanted to clear up the mystery surrounding the little snot residing inside.
James looked surprised and suddenly his brain seemed to process the fact that
he had seen a little blond package in his friend�s arms when he�d returned
home; though at the time all his thoughts had been centered around his
son.��

So this is what they were dealing with now. Everyone
was seating comfortably in the Mansion�s sitting room (by now Frank had already
arrived and been introduced to the dimension travelers), listening to Remus�
story. Of course, the werewolf tried by as many means possible to tone down the unpleasantness of the
events surrounding his pregnancy and his departure, but his friends faces were
telling him he was not doing a good job of it.

�That damn blond!� Sirius growled. �Just wait until
we meet again! I will cut off his reproduction tool so he won�t be able to do
such a thing to anyone ever again!�

Elrohir growled his consensus; he was in complete
agreement with the animagus. They exchanged glazes as they realized they both
agreed on something. Sirius smiled at him and Elrohir blushed. Seeing this,
Ezellahen arched an eyebrow, watching his mother. And just what do we have
here..?

�Oh, please, Sirius. This all happened a long time
ago, I�m sure Malfoy doesn�t even remember it.� Remus said with a tinge of
pain, hugging his son�s small body (now sleeping on his lap) a bit tighter.
Ultimately, his conflicted emotions from the time he�d separated from Lucius
had returned. Though he had been able to hide them and hold them at bay while
in Middle Earth, now that he was once again in the Magical world, he couldn�t
help feeling apprehensive and excited at the same time, knowing that the mate
his inner wolf had chosen as his own was nearby.�

�I don�t believe that�s entirely correct, Moony.�
Frank said, looking uncomfortable. �He has been looking for you all this time
and I believe he would like to restart his relationship with you.�

�Absolutely not!� Elrohir and Sirius roared. Both
looking surprised and blushing at their similar reactions.

�Mmmmmm�� Ezellahen looked at them and raised a hand
to his chin, green eyes shining with amusement and mischief.

�Malfoy is not important right now, I refuse to
continue thinking about him.� James said, drawing nearer to Remus. He looked at
Lucas with a smile and caressed him. �He�s beautiful, Moony. I�m happy that you
have your own cub��

�Thank you, James. And I�m happy that you have been
reunited with yours.� He smiled.

To
be continued��
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