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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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Fifteen years old Harry sat, arms crossed and lips pouted. Twenty-four years old Moltagh sat across from him, arms crossed and faced scowled. The two glared at each other heatedly; both too stubborn and determined to let up.

They sat in the usual area used for Hikki Staja practice, but very much so unlike their usual practice days, Harry and Moltagh were immobile. Suddenly, Harry lost his patience.

"I can do it! Come on, Moltagh. It's been a whole year! I'm not in any danger. Let me try syncing again."

"I told you no Harry, and I mean it." Moltagh voice was deeper and gruffer than usual as his anger rose. He glared darkly at Harry.

Said boy threw his hands up in frustration, giving an exasperated huff. "Dammit, Moltagh. I am fine now. We're in a controlled environment and you're watching me. Nothing will happen. Not with you right in front of me."

"No, Harry. We will do some basic controlling lessons to build up your stamina and increase your inner will-"

"I don't need any bloody basic lessons! Your just freakin' scared-"

"You watch your mouth right now, boy." Moltagh growled, stepping up menacingly to Harry. "You know what? I am scared. When I saw you lying there on the ground not moving, not even looking like you were breathing...I did get scared, Harry. I was scared you were dead. And you know what? I'm still scared. I can't have you die on me." He was breathing hard and stepped back, turning his face away.

"You are too strong, Harry. Too strong for your own good. You have to take it easy. Start slow, please. If you can't do it for me...then at least do it for your family. They were terrified when I brought you in. 'Mels wouldn't stop crying. Iris was so shocked, she only sat there staring at you. The Drott and Drottning prayed for you all day and night. I know it has been a year, but please Harry, you have to understand."

Harry swallowed the lump lodged painfully in his throat. He never, in all his time that he has known the man, seen Moltagh look so defeated, so...scared. Dark elves were usually more private with their emotions, accept for when around their mate. And yet...here was Moltagh, all torn up about what happened last year.

He took a shuddering breath and stepped forward, resting a hand on Moltagh's arm. He couldn't reach his shoulder due to his height, but at the moment, he didn't care. Moltagh wouldn't look at him, so Harry stepped directly in front of him. Moltagh's dark blue eyes met Harry's mix of green and black.

"I'm sorry. Moltagh, I didn't mean it. Okay, maybe I did a little. But I was mad. You know I almost get as bad as you when I get angry. I won't push you to let me try syncing again, okay? Ill take it slow, promise." Harry pleaded.

Moltagh scrutinized Harry, probably searching for a sign of a lie. He finally huffed out a sigh and engulfed Harry into his large arms. He huffed again, this time into Harry's hair, and then took a deep breath; breathing in Harry's scent and tightening his arms around the smaller elf.

Harry was slightly surprised, but let Moltagh do his thing. He remembered when he was younger, Moltagh doing the same to him and Amelia whenever the did something dangerous that they weren't supposed too and got banged up bad. They've both known the man since they were children, including him. Even back then he was a big meanie.

"Moltagh?" Harry asked as the man as he let go of the young alfa. Moltagh looked at him with an unreadable expression before producing an sneer directed at Harry.

"Well? I don't know what you're waiting for. Go train!"

Relief filled Harry and he happily complied, Summoning his bow and arrows. Moltagh's back in business.

"Harry? Come on, wake up. Dad wants us." Harry only groaned and rolled over, attempting to block out the voice above him. "Harry!"

"Ouch!" Harry jumped up when a sharp pain filled his side. He glared at Amelia as he rubbed his side. She looked pretty in a flowing white dress with only one strap .

Amelia hit puberty soon after learning to properly sync with the Istalri. She now completely dominated over Harry's 5'6 height at a scary 5'8. which she constantly teased him about. She wore her tiara, which she hadn't worn in almost three years-claimed it got in the way during training; it pulled her auburn hair back to flow down her back. It was now almost at her waist. Her golden eyes were lined very faintly with kohl and what looked like crushed berry juice reddened her lips. The white of her dress made her already mocha skin darken and glow.

Many men courted after her, but she was at the moment dating some guy with the element Rae. Personally, Harry didn't like him. Rae bearers seemed to mysterious to Harry, talking in bloody riddles all the damn time . Not to mention he was a Light elf, which wasn't a bad thing...necessarily. But Harry knew his sister and her habits. Her crush on Moltagh had been lost somewhere in between last two years. Harry knew she wouldn't carry her crush with the man all the way through till they turned sixteen.

"Ouch! Dammit, Amelia. Stop it fore I rip your damn head off! I'm up." Harry growled, rubbing his head where Amelia hit him. He was definitely not a morning person anymore. Hadn't been for about half a year. He had suddenly woken up one morning, grumpy and cranky as hell and the mood stuck for every morning. Amelia was a bit more friendly, but also preferred to wake up later in the day. Harry had a theory that it was a common trait among Dark elves.

He wasn't sure if he and Amelia were Dark or not, but as the years passed, he distinctly grew moodier and moodier. He was quicker to angry and people had began to speak less to him, most only gave him a passing hello rather than stop and talk like they used to. Amelia told him on more than one occasion that he reminded her of Moltagh.

"Harry! Don't make me dress you!" Amelia shouted in his mind from somewhere outside. He hastily dressed, but did so carefully. He knew had to nice or else Amelia would drag him back in and dress him as she wished. He gave a slight shudder.

"And wear your crown."

"What?! Why?!"

"Dad says so. We have a guest or something."

Grumbling, Harry donned the crown. It was similar to Ajihad, but significantly smaller in size. It was also much plainer; small diamond shards interwoven into the already weaved strands of gold. On the inner side of the crown, the word Drottnu was carved delicately.

Harry exited the room, only to be stopped short my Amelia. She gave him a once-over and, surprisingly enough, nodded approvingly. She grabbed his hand and began to run towards the throne room. "We have to hurry, Harry. We're already late. And to remember to call Dad...well, Farthen since we have to act 'professional'." Her tone implied the word 'professional' was accompanied by air quotations. "We have a guest who is not from here so he might think it weird for a prince to not call the King 'father'. Got it?"

Harry grimaced but nodded. He stopped mid-nod as he remembered that she couldn't see him at the moment. "Yeah, got it."

It wasn't that he didn't consider Ajihad as a father figure, he did, but it felt almost...wrong to call him father. Iris told him about his parents, how they died. Some wizard guy named Voldemort apparently hated Muggles and Harry's parents were opposed to his ideas about getting rid of Muggles, Muggle-borns, and Half-bloods. Harry agreed with his parents, as did Iris.

Amelia abruptly stopped in front of the large, ornate doors leading to throne room. She turned to him, wide-eyed, and put her finger to her lips. "Try to stay silent. I know it will be hard for you, but please do try."

Harry glared at her, but kept silent. No point in proving her point. Amelia smirked and gently pushed the door open. They were greeted with eyes of every Warrior in the Sverdar Gedwey Ignasia, Ajihad and Visara, Iris, and some old guy with a wicked beard trained on them.

Harry felt Amelia tense beside him and he grabbed her hand reassuringly. They didn't look at each other, instead meeting the eye of every person in the room, heads raised. Harry paused when his eyes met Moltagh's; the an only raised an eyebrow at him.

Together they took a step forward, walking briskly to the front. The stopped in front of Ajihad and Visara; simultaneously dropping into a graceful bow. Eyes down respectively, they greeted the leaders.

"Farthen...Svit-Kona." They voiced as one. Ajihad chuckled above them and they looked up to see the approval shining in his eyes. They stood and sat in their designated seats, Harry beside Ajihad and Amelia beside Visara.

"Now, where was I? Ah, yes. I am sure you are wondering who this man with the interestingly long beard is, no? He is, in fact, a wizard-" A few gasps went around the room. "But he has come with a proposal. Mr. Albus Dumbledore? If you would, please."

Harry's back straightened and he trained his eyes on the old man. The air around the man felt weird, not bad...just different. 'Mels, can you fell his aura? Doesn't it feel weird? I guess wizard magic is really that much different from our own. He sent to Amelia without looking at her.

"For sure. I don't know why, but that old geezer creeps me out. That twinkle in his eyes are damn near sinister."

"You think? That twinkle is weird-" Harry was cut off as the man-Dumbledore-began to speak in old man-raspy voice.

"Alas, the rift between wizards and elves has widened considerably throughout the years. We are, in fact, two completely different races. But that does not mean we must be wary of each other. My proposal is that we slowly learn about the other race. Small steps taken to try and find unity between our races. I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I propose that a few individual children of mine are allowed to visit our home, to learn of your culture-the truth about it rather than the rubbish the Ministry tells them in books. In return, you may send your own children to Hogwarts, of course with a most loyal and trusted guardian."

He stepped back and swept his eyes across the room before bowing to Ajihad and Visara. Murmurs echoed throughout the room, some angry and others curious. Ajihad smiled and stood.

"I, personally, think it is a good idea. As does my wife. But I have called you all of the Sverdar Gedwey Ignasia, protectors of our home, to voice your opinion. Let it not be biased, but with the consideration of our home, our children. Now to cast your votes. If you do not mind, I would like to first hear the thoughts of my children." He turned to Harry and Amelia.

Slightly alarmed, Harry looked at Amelia, who looked back at him wide-eyed. They weren't expecting Ajihad to ask them separately. Amelia waved her hands in a 'come hither' gesture. With a conscious look to the crowd, Harry complied. His cheeks blushed fire red as he squeezed in beside Amelia in her chair.

"What do we do? I don't really care either way so I was planning on not voting; leaving it to the Warriors." Amelia immediately said.

Harry grimaced. "I planned to do the same."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Good going, fucktard."

"I resent that!"

"Children." Ajihad's voice was stern but when they turned to him, the amusement in his eyes was evident. "Your response?" They grimaced and turned back to one another.

"So?"

"It couldn't hurt."

"I guess not."

"Sure?"

"Yep, lets do it."

"Okay!" Harry turned back to Ajihad to raise two thumbs up at him before running back to his seat, his cheeks once again on fire. The Drott raised an eyebrow and turned back to the others.

"Okay, then. I'll take that as to yeses? Then we will begin with those that agree. All those who want to try something new, raise your hands."

More than half of the Warriors hands went up in the air. The others with their hands down grimaced or sneered at those with theirs up. As Harry scanned the crowd, he was happy to note that Moltagh had his hand up, as did Iris.

"Majority rules. Mr. Dumbledore, it would seem we have a year. It should be sufficient to send students over in about a year. I am sure you need time to arrange who deserve to come, as we also need time to prepare. I will send a few of my Warriors to your school to escort your students and guardians into Du Weldenvarden."

Dumbledore nodded his approval. "That will be more than enough time,. hank you for providing this opportunity. I believe my students will take great joy in learning more of your race."

"As will mine. Blodhren, Moltagh. Please escort Mr. Dumbledore out of Du Weldenvarden and provide navigation through the woods. The rest of you, dismissed."

Harry and Amelia immediately jumped up, their eyes on the form that made up Albus Dumbledore.

"Ah, ah. Where are you two going?" Ajihad's voice stopped them.

"To go with Blodhren and Moltagh?" they asked simultaneously.

Ajihad rolled his eyes. "Only to the boundary, understood? Go any farther and I'll have your heads."

Giggling, Harry and Amelia ran off after the three fading forms. They easily caught up and squeezed between Blodhren and Moltagh to walk beside the wizard man.

"What are you two doing here?" Moltagh rumbled, glaring down at Harry, since Amelia was on the other side.

"Dad said we could come." Amelia called out to Moltagh.

"But only to the boundary." Harry shrugged.

"Besides, we only want to ask him a few questions."

"Aw, let 'em at it, Moltagh. Long as they are good, right you two?" Blodhren asked, eyeing them.

"Ye-es." They chimed. The wizard man-Dumbledore-chuckled and looked down t them.

"So. What do you two want to know?"

"What's it like being a wizard?" Amelia asked, sounding like a little kid. Harry told her as much in her head. She shot him a glare behind Dumbledore's back but he only laughed. Moltagh raised an eyebrow but didn't comment, used to Harry and Amelia's actions.

"Alas, I am afraid I don't know how to answer that. How would you answer if I asked you what it is like to be an elf."

"Easy." They said together.

"Oh?" Dumbledore looked between them.

"Yeah, its fun-"

"And calm, sometimes-"

"And the food is the best-"

"And there's always somewhere peaceful-"

"If you want to rest outside-"

"Though sometimes it can be boring-"

"But at some point, you find something-"

"To do. Even if-"

"You end up practicing-"

"With your element-"

"Which is fun-"

"Guys, guys. Would you quit it? I'm getting a headache, so I know Mr. Dumbledore has one."

"On the contrary, it is very amusing. I have two boys at my school, twins, who do the same thing. Mischievous tricksters, those two."

"Really, what are their names?"

"Fred and George Weasley. Though I must say, they find amusement in calling themselves Gred and Forge."

Harry nodded, impressed. "Switching the first letters in their names, a twist on the twin name-switch."

"Indeed." Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes twinkling brighter. Harry unconsciously took a step closer to Moltagh, who looked down at him, surprised, before turning to the forest in front of them.

"Well, you two. Scurry on back home. You'll have the opportunity to asking more wizard questions next year." Moltagh made shooing motions at them.

Harry scoffed and Amelia scowled, but both did as they were told and made their way back to the castle. They immediately climbed to their room, a semi-free day from training waiting to be put to good use. Days like taht were hard to come by, so they took advantage of it and lazed around for the first time in...Svit knows how long.

Harry pounced on the bed, his clothes flying off his body and onto the floor. Amelia yelled at him for doing that again but put his clothes away nonetheless. No point in changing into pajamas just to get out of the in a few hours for training.

Amelia instead left again, presumably to go find her boyfriend and Harry was left in blissful silence. He calculated the time it would take for Blodhren and Moltagh to escort Dumbledore through the forest and return; setting an alarm accordingly. Amelia would wake him up if they come back earlier.

Harry closed his eyes, a small smile on his lips, unknowing to the drama awaiting him the year coming.
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