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The Alfakyn	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13849 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this.

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So yeah a few chappies or more will kind of speed through Harry's growth, starting from age eleven. He kind of goes to the elf version of Hogwarts...idk...um yeah so..Blairry...OH, BTW, in the preface those latin words at the top are the words Iris says at the end to Harry, translated into english

~~Previously...

Creeping forward cautiously, Iris peered into the crib. Then she let out a gasp of shock. In the crib sat a gorgeous baby of unruly black hair and bright green eyes. Quickly, Iris swept the baby into her arms and held him close. The movement jostled him a bit, revealing the angry, dark red mark engraved upon the child's forehead; just above his left eye and a thin trail of blood slithering down his nose.

Iris smiled adoringly at the tiny one year old in her arms. "Oh you poor sweet child. Great Grandson of mine. I am your Great-grandmother but for now you may call me grandmother. Your parents were against this, but I will raise you. And when the time comes...fate will lead you on your path. For everything dark does not equate to evil, as everything light does not equate to good...Fate consumes all, Harry."~~

"Svit-kona-elda! Grandmother!" A beautiful boy ran up to an equally beautiful woman, excitement clear on his face. "Yesterday was my birthday! Today I begin my lessons to becoming a man, with everyone else. Do you think I will become a Warrior? I have a great infinity with the Istalri, a strong element."

The woman, who we all know as Iris, smiled down at the boy. "Indeed, sonr-elda. You will be a man in six years, yesterday. To begin, you must now call me 'Iris' whenever in the company of others." She paused as the boy's face fell. "But, of course, in private you are welcome to call me as you wish, Harry."

The boy, who was indeed Harry Potter, brightened once again. Since that fateful day, Harry had grown into a beautiful young alfa (don't forget, that means elf). His hair flowed down his back in dark, messy waves; tied at the nape of his neck with a leather cord. His eyes were of the bright, stormy mawsitsit (want a visual go to google, type in name). Creamy smooth, moonlight skin stretched over developing muscles; glowing with health...or maybe because of its color. Either way, Harry was obviously a happy child; possibly later in life, an even happier man.

"Of course, Svit-I mean...I-Iris. I will become a strong man so I can take care of you as you did me." Harry smiled adoringly up at his grandmother. Iris was tall for a woman, but Harry was...unnaturally short boy. Well...a least unnatural for an elf. But, you know...genetically short...yo-you get the idea.

Love and pride filled Iris' eyes. "I expect nothing else, young one." Suddenly, her beautiful face grew slightly somber. "Kausta, we must go to Drott Ajihad (pronounced Ah-Zi-Hod). You must be properly initiated."

Harry felt a rush of excitement; making him slightly light-headed. The king! Harry only seen Drott Ajihad twice before. Once, he did not remember as he was only a babe, and another time he only vaguely remembered; a passing glance when he accompanied his grandmother on business in the castle.

"Do you think he will like me, Grandmother? Will he allow me to become a Warrior? I really want to be one of the Sverdar gedwey ignasia." Due to his excitement, Harry began to ramble on and on. Iris smiled gently at him and raised her hand.

"Harry, love. The only way to find out is to go and see." She said, mischief twinkling in her beautiful, citrine (again, want to know? google) colored eyes.

Harry bound from his seat, heading immediately out the door. "Come on, Sv-Iris. Time is of the essence! The sooner I get initiated, the quicker my lessons will begin, and the more information I can receive." Chuckling at her grandsons antics, Iris followed her grandson to the enormous caste not far from their home.

The walk to the castle was uneventful. Du Weldenvarden was a large kingdom, but the inhabitants all lived very closely to one another. Family was a very important thing to the Alfakyn and everyone was considered family; whether you were a halfling or less, mated to the same sex, or even not exactly right in the head. If Alfakyn blood was in your veins, then you were kin.

The trip was dull only because of the heavily early hour. The sun only just peeked over the horizon and very few-early risers-were around. Most who were up at the time were either servants doing early labour-filled errands before the sun rose fully and beat its rays upon them, and the Warriors who rose for the same reason; only instead to begin early morning training.

Soon Harry and Iris reached the looming castle and stood in front of its elaborately carved doors. The confident determination that filled Harry earlier disappeared, leaving an empty feeling inside him. His necked arched as he looked towards the top of the castle; squinting slightly as even his wonderful elfin sight could not see the top. The only way was to go a distance away from the castle; looking really hard.

Blocks of sparkling diamond walled the castle; making it practically indestructible as it rose beautifully into the sky. It was one great big stone, not a seam found on its surface as it was created from ancient Alfakyn magic; alfya with an infinity for Earth used their abilities to borrow power from the great Svit-kona to build a fortress of the strongest, hardest stone to protect their beloved Drott.

Most did not have that level of ability any longer; a millennia spent hiding from Muggles and wizards alike left the Alfakyn significantly weaker than their ancestors. And such a feat of building the dazzling castle took only the strongest of alfya to conquer.

"Harry?" Iris' gentle voice brought Harry back from his mind-ramblings. He looked up at her, noting the concern and worry she had for him. Hardening his resolve, the raven haired boy turned back to the doors; pushing them open with returned confidence.

"I can do this, Gran-Iris. I-I can't act like a scared little boy anymore." He paused, a slight smirk appearing on his face. "Now, I have to act like a scared grown man."

Snickering, Harry and his grandmother made their way to the throne room.

Entering, Harry could do nothing but stop in his tracks and gasp; his mouth gaping open. Unlike the other rooms, someone somehow managed to color the diamond while retaining the same shine as the rest of the castle. Sparkling golds, silvers, blues, greens, yellows and reds decorated the enter room; making the room seem welcoming and instantly relaxing the intruder.

Large floor-to-ceiling windows made of clear diamond made up the walls to Harry's left and right. The other two walls were decorated with tapestries and banners sporting the Alfakyn crest; an Egyptian eye in between a crescent moon and a sun.

Drott Ajihad sat on a large diamond-and-gold throne, his crown resting proudly on his brow. From under his crown flowed deep, dark blue, almost black hair down to his waist and eyes of the same color flashed with wisdom. Dark, sun-kissed skin stretched over large taunt muscles; giving the King a look of great power of which he excluded even without them.

Beside him sat his wife, Drottning Visara and daughter Drottningnu Amelia. Nearly identical, the mother and daughter adorned with silver tiaras from which deep aurburn haired flowed wildly. Both owned a pair of deep golden eyes, much like Iris'. Amelia's skin was darker than the Drottning, due to her father's dark skin, and was a lovely olive tone the complete opposite to Harry's.

Harry and Amelia were the same age and were very close. Harry was the only one who didn't treat her differently because of her status and because of it, she hung around Harry more than she did the other children her age. Her birthday was only a week before Harry's and she promised to wait until he began his lessons to start her own.

Young Harry took a deep breath and stepped forward to bow deeply at the royal trio. Amelia giggled and ran down to Harry, giving him a huge hug and holding his hand. Harry smiled softly at her and looked up at Drott Ajihad.

The Drott's expression gave away nothing but Harry believed he saw a flash of approval in his eyes. Harry did not know what for, but guessing by the huge smile Amelia's mother were giving them, Harry had an idea and thought it was totally gross since he thought Amelia as a soria and all.

Drott Ajihad stood and walked slowly to stand before Harry. Amelia gave his hand a squeeze of encouragement.

"All week I have been battling with you, Amelia, and I fail to realize that it is futile as you always win." The Drott's deep baritone filled the room. He turned to Harry. "It seems, young one, that Amelia would have it no other way but to be initiated with you. It goes completely against tradition but her stubborn little head locked herself in her room every time I came near."

Harry turned to his best friend, eyes wide and mouth gaping. Amelia did nothing but shrug her shoulders delicately. Drott Ajihad continued, voice filled with joy.

"But no matter. It will affect neither of you as you both have a strong affinity with the Istalri and will become very fine Warriors." The King grinned.

Harry and Amelia's jaws hit the floor and their eyes nearly bulged out their sockets. "We're going to become Warriors?!" they shouted simultaneously.

"Indeed, it would be a great honor of mine to initiate both of you into the Sverdar gedwey ignasia. The two of you already show signs of great power and strong affinities such as yours come once in an elfin lifetime. It is a miracle the two of you were born so strong. Usually a baby born with such a strong affinity with the Istalri or the Great Svit-Kona tend to die before their first birthday. Be proud, the two of you, and hold your heads high."

The young alfya squealed and hugged, jumping and dancing in each others arms. It was a great honor to be initiated into the Sverdar gedwey ignasia as it had high standards and hard criteria. The Warriors were the protectors of Du Weldenvarden and needed to be the strongest of the strong to protect all the Alfakyn from threats such as goblins, vampires, werewolves and the like, humans, and dark wizards. Some light wizards too.

For Harry and Amelia to be strong enough to a least start the training was like waking up on Yule day. Even more so for Amelia because it was very rare for women to become a Warrior, even if she was the princess and more stubborn than a mule. It gave them a deep sense of honor and pride to be able to protect their family.

"Young ones, please settle down. I know you are filled with excitement and joy but The Drott is not done." Drottning Visara's beautifully soft voice halted the two in their festivities. They looked up to see The Queen standing next to her husband, smiling widely at them with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Yes, this is very important children." Iris stood beside them, her expression identical to the Queen's.

Harry and Amelia looked suspiciously at Drott Ajihad. Neither of them were the most fond of surprises unless it was really something great. The Drott did nothing but smile gently at them.

"Harry, as you know, We of the Alfakyn take pride in family and consider anyone of Alfakyn blood to be apart of one large family. Even those of other races bonded to one of our own is considered family. And from there, everyone has their immediate, most intimate family." Harry nodded slowly, unsure of where the King was going with this and more than slightly confused.

Almost as if he read his thoughts, Drott Ajihad's smile grew and he took Harry's unoccupied hand. "Harry, I know this is a bit confusing for you but please let me finish. You see, you and Amelia have a very rare relationship. From the moment the two of you met, your souls joined and you immediately considered each other bein and soria. Brother and sister. You are almost like twins, the way you two act. Always finishing each others sentences or speaking at the same time. Always knowing where the other was and feeling each others emotions. You two are almost one. This also happens every once in a lifetime. Both of you are just full of surprises." He smiled gently at them.

Drottining Visara continued from where the King left off. "The reason we are telling you two this is because...well, to put it simply...we want you-and Iris, of course-to become part of our family." She smiled beautifully a him. "Ajihad, Iris, and I have been speaking and believed this would make the two of you very happy. We want you to become Amelia's true bein, for her to become your true soria, for you to become Ajihad's and my sonr, for me to become your svit-kona and Ajihad your farthen...for you to become a Drottnu. Naturally, if you accept, you and Iris will move into the castle." She hesitated. "Harry? Will you accept?"

Harry stood there, shocked. Only a hour before did he believe that Drott Ajihad hated him and yet he was being welcomed into their immediate family.

"OMG! Harry, you are going to be my brother!" Amelia's squeal and abrupt hug jolted him and he began to cry, letting out huge sobs into her arms. She sniffed once...twice...and let out a sob of her own, burying her head into his shoulder. She was a slight bit taller so Harry instead had his head in her chest. They crumpled to the ground, crying deeply; their emotions multiplied as it bounced back and forth from the other. What Ajihad said was true, they really always were able to feel each others emotions-if they were close.

Vaguely, Harry heard Iris talking to the King and Queen. My surrogate mother and father. Harry thought, crying harder.

"Let them be Ajihad, Visara. They've had a long day and much excitement. To find out so much at once must have shocked them terribly and they need to let it out. Their children, things like this is healthy for them."

Having heard this, Harry and Amelia almost immediately stopped crying, their sobs reduced to sniffles. Together the glared at Iris with red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"We are not children. We are going to be Warriors. And Warriors don't cry unless someone dies or they are in pain, whether emotional or physical. Warriors stay strong for their families." They snapped simultaneously, arms and legs crossed on the floor.

Ajihad laughed at their identical expressions. "Well, little twins, you aren't Warriors yet. Not at least till you do your initiations properly." He added quickly, seeing their faces. "Now kausta, straighten your clothes and faces. That's it. Are you ready?"

Two heads nodded vigorously, cheeks now stained red with excitement. Two pairs of giddy eyes stared with admiration at the tall man in front of them.

"Alright. Now repeat after me-at the same time...Hoc me elementum magna Istalri do virtutem mei.(1)" A small whirl wind of magic surrounded The King and the young duo, one for each alfa.

"...Hoc me elementum magna Istalri do virtutem mei."

"Ego sum corpore et animo habere quod proximus tueri.(2)"

"...Ego sum corpore et animo habere quod proximus tueri."

"Ego sum vir bellator fortis haberi vera.(3)"

"...Ego sum vir bellator fortis haberi vera."

"Et cum elementum magni Istalri, hoc polliceor ... vinctum aeternum. (4)"

"...Et cum elementum magni Istalri, hoc polliceor ... vinctum aeternum." As he recited the last words, he felt the powerful magic whirl closer around him and a sharp stinging sensation on his right palm, over his heart and below his eyes.

The pain increased and he grabbed his hand, vision going black a the edges. He felt Amelia beside him, in the same pain. It increased again and he passed out.

Waking up, the first thing Harry noticed was the weird feeling emanating from his right hand. He then felt the soft, warm sheets under him and the equally soft and warm blanket covering. Next, he felt Amelia's soul brush against his, as if it was checking to see if he was there even though he felt her body next to his in the bed. Lastly, he heard the soft murmuring of adults beside him; he deciphered Iris' voice from the others.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and turned his head. Amelia's golden eyes looked back at him and he blinked in surprise. She smiled softly at him and grabbed his hand, raising it up. Harry focused on his hand and gave a little gasp in shock.

A beautiful silvery tattoo was drawn on his hand. A set of bow and arrows crossed with a single sword rose from flames that looked as if they moved but was only shining in a way that made it look as if it was. Amelia raised her hand with a mark identical to Harry's in the exact same spot.

She pulled her shirt down a little, showing him the marking on her chest, right were her heart would be. Harry gasped again softly, pulling down his own shirt and looking at his chest. Again, an identical mark. But this tattoo was a series of orange-ish red swirls-some ends sharp, others rounded-to form a pattern of fire in a perfect, filled-in circle. The Istalri Yawe.

Figuring out what was going on, Harry quietly searched for a mirror-careful not to alert the adults-to look at hid face, certain that there were markings there to. Giving up, Harry turned back to Amelia to look at the ones on her face. Certainly if the other two markings were exactly the same, then the ones on her face should be the same on his. She sat still, doing the same to his face.

A very thin swirl starting from the outer tips of her eyes came down to end delicately at the halfway point of her cheeks, spreading across it gently. This mark was different from the others, almost nonexistent in color, forcing Harry to squint to see it properly even from his already close distance. This mark was meant to be a more intimate one and Harry guessed that all elves had them, but could not see the others because of the distance.

"Wow." He whispered.

"Yeah, I know. Totally cool right? I love the face one, it is so pretty."

"Mm. Me too. I mean, all of them are nice but the face one seems kind of...I do not know..like it is more so apart of you than the others."

"Yeah!"

"What are you to over there whispering about?" Drott Ajihad's deep, booming voice scared the duo, making them fall off the bed with a surprised squeak. He laughed and scooped them up-one in each huge hand-placing them back onto the bed. Even though Amelia was a bit taller than Harry, they were both very small for their age as alfya, that of which they both resented.

"Well, you two...How does it feel to be Warriors-in-training?" Drottning Visara asked, delight in her eyes.

The duo looked at each other. "Awesome!" They shouted.

Drott Ajihad boomed out a laugh and placed his hands on his hips. "And Harry. How does it feel to be apart of the family?"

Harry looked down, feeling shy and happy and sad all at the same time. "I-I...I could ask for nothing better. Thank you, Drott Ajihad. Drottning Visara."

"Now, now Harry. You know better than that. Please call us mother and father, and if that makes you feel uncomfortable, call us by our first names." Drottning Visara said softly.

Blushing slightly, Harry looked up, eyes burning with respect and love and determination. "I...thank you, mother...father."

1. With this element of mine, the Great Istalri, I will protect my family.

2. I give myself, body and soul, to protect what I hold close

3. For I am a Warrior, honest and true.

4. And with this element of mine, the Great Istalri, I promise...bound forever.
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