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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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Blaise was frustrated. For a week straight, he has had to deal with Draco's constant complaints, Hermione Granger's endless questions, Ron Weasely's nasty comments and glares, and bickering between the three of them; he didn't know who the other four were, but he heard of Luna Lovegood. Blaise avoided them and the red-haired elf-Blodhren, I think his name is-and as a result, ended up spending most of his time travelling along with the other, much larger elf-Moltov or something-and actually enjoyed the elf's company, once he got past Moltagh's moodiness. The elf was very funny when he wanted to be and, even though his appearance says otherwise, wasn't very violent or abusive as the Care for Magical Creatures book stated majority of elfin races were.

So far, Blodhren and Moltagh made up the only other race of elves that Blaise knew of-the being Flitwick-and neither of them showed any violent tendencies nor acted as if they were trying to hide any violent tendencies. In fact, Blodhren was bouncier than a first year on their first trip to Hogsmeade and Moltagh was just very large and very quiet. Blaise wasn't even sure if the two were capable of being violent.

"Oi! Why're we stopping?" Ron Weasely's loud voice pulled Blaise from his thoughts. He looked around and realized they had stopped in the middle of a clearing and the two elves were looking around cautiously their eyes narrowed. Moltagh shot a glare at Ron effectively shutting the Griffindor up.

Draco sidled up next to Blaise, his silver eyes wide and staring unblinkingly at the two elves. Blaise looked at him questioningly.

"Blodhren, that's the redhead, right? Well he was talking with Granger and suddenly stopped. The big one looked at him and he made some signal. Blodhren made us stop and that's when the Weasel made his unneeded comment."

They both jumped as Moltagh burst out cursing, presumably in their elfin language. "Barzul! We're this fucking close to home. Not close enough for the Warriors to be alerted, but damn. Fucking goblins. Blodhen do you think if you send out an alarm, they'll get it?"

The usually exuberant elf now looked grim and he clenched his jaw tightly. "No, it's not loud enough. But I think Harry or Amelia might feel it if I call out with the Warrior Yawe."

"No they wouldn't Harry isn't sync'd and Amelia isn't strong enough." Moltagh's eyes darted around and both he and Blodhren slowly backed up closer to the ten of them.

We have to take the chance, Moltagh. We can't fight Them and protect those ten. Magic doesn't work on them and none of them have weapons to even hold Them off."

"Alright, alright. Hurry up, They're almost here." Blodhren nodded and lifted his right hand. A marking on his palm that Blaise missed before began to glow brightly. It glowed so brightly that he and the others had to look away. When the light disappeared, Blaise turned back to see Moltagh catch Blodhren.

"Take it easy. Sync, would you. Go stand near the wizards; I got the first wave." Blodhren nodded and came closer to them while Moltagh went closer to the edge of the forest they were previously walking through.

"Okay, you guys. A pack of very feisty goblins are heading straight towards us. Their skin is to thick for your magic to pierce so don't try anything and be very quiet. Their almost blind and rely on their senses of hearing and smelling. They are also luckily very stupid so Moltagh will distract them from us. I'm here just in case one figures it out. Please do not try to run. If everything goes as planned, back up is on the way."

"Seriously, don't do anything. That is, unless you want your gut ripped open and your limbs torn from your body as goblin magic forces you to stay alive and watch as they eat you piece by piece. I'll tell you know, if your caught, that's it. The first thing they do it tear out your guts so by the time one of us tries to save you, you're already dead. We might as well save our energy to protect the others." Moltagh called over his shoulder.

Everyone paled and some gulped audibly. Moltagh grinned and suddenly a very long, very huge sword made completely of fire appeared in his hand. He waved it at us. "No worries, I got you covered."

Blodhren sighed beside us. "Don't mind him."

"So he's lying, then?" Ron squeaked out.

Blodhren turned to him. "No. But still, don't worry. We fight goblins all the time."

"Right. But not with 10 useless wizards you have to protect." Hermione said, raising an eyebrow.

Blodhren shrugged. "As I said, if all goes as planned, back up is on the way."

"If all goes as planned." The other Ravenclaw called.

Before Blodhren could answer, a low growl emitted somewhere in the forest, close to where Moltagh was. The large elf growled back deeply in response. More growls issued and suddenly dark shapes erupted from between the trees.

Moltagh leaped into action, his fire sword swinging quicker than Blaise thought was possible to move it. Moltagh was equally quick; his large body gracefully dodging and leaping around the larger, dark shadows. Acid green pools of what must have been goblin blood swiftly grew as Moltagh cut through the dark masses. More and more goblins appeared, soon nearly overwhelming Moltagh.

One exceptionally large goblin broke off from the mass and quickly made his way towards them. Someone behind Blaise whimpered and he was ready to do the same. The goblin had no definite shape and let off a horrible sulfur-like stench that made him gag and his eyes water.

Blodhren disappeared from beside them and reappeared next to the goblin, a sword like Moltagh's in his hand, but much smaller. He raised the sword high above his head, swiftly bringing it down as he ran next to the goblin. The dark mass split in half, acidic green blood gushing out. Blodhren appeared next to them, face grim and the sword still in his hand.

Very quickly, the clearing filled with goblins and both Moltagh and Blodhren were soon covered in the acidic green blood. Blaise voiced his concerns to the redhead, but Blodhren only smiled gently at him and said the blood did not bother them unless taken orally or in contact with their blood.

Both of them were tiring slowly, but there were so many goblins that it didn't take long for them to begin to breath hard. Blaise was extremely worried for them, surprisingly not for his safety but truly for theirs. He watched their every move, especially Moltagh's, as he was in the center of the carnage. Many times Blaise's heart thumped painfully as the elf came close to death.

Suddenly, he stumbled back as a dark mass appeared in front of him. He looked up and promptly paled under his olive tone. A goblin was crouched over him, its face was close enough for Blaise to see its very sharp teeth and the slobber running down a vague chin. The others had carefully backed away, eyes wide and McGonagall had a hold of the two Griffindors. Moltagh was definitely too busy and too far; Blodhren was closer, but equally busy.

Swallowing painfully, Blaise closed his eyes to face his very painful death. A gust of air went by and Blaise smelled a tantalizing scent of smoky pine and spices. He carefully opened his eyes to see only the blue sky. He sat up and looked around.

Other elves had suddenly appeared and slowly the dark mass of goblin turned into growing pool of green ooze. Blaise looked around for his goblin and instead found an elf with long, black hair standing over a pool of green ooze, holding a large bow made of fire.

The elf turned to him and Blaise let out a sharp gasp. The elf was...was...there wasn't any word to discribe how beautiful the creature in front of him was. Pale, pale skin covered taunt, strong muscles; taunting Blaise to come lick and nibble it red. Red, pouty lips begged to be kissed. A small, pixie like nose. High cheek bones; tendrils of hair curling around slightly pink cheeks...And a set of the most beautiful green eyes Blaise had ever seen in his life.

The elf walked forward and helped Blaise up. He marveled at how soft the elf's hands were. The elf smiled at him.

"Are you okay? None of the blood got on you did it?" Blaise could only stare. "Ah, in shock then. Well, anyway my name is Harry."

Blaise's eyes widened. This elf is a man? It can't be...Not someone this pretty. His eyes flicked down to the elf's chest, which was indeed flat and muscled. He looked back up at the elf-Harry-as he started laughing.

"Oh, yes. I am a guy. Please, try not to give me any grief about it. Svit forbid that it happens enough at home. So, can you tell me your name?"

"Blaise." He croaked out, still staring wide-eyed at Harry, who's smile widened.

"Blaise. I like that." A shiver ran down Blaise's back as his name rolled off Harry's tongue.

"Harry! Stop getting distracted and do the big boom shot! There's too many of them to get out of here safely with the wizards!" A dark-skinned woman elf called out.

Harry rolled his eyes ans smiled again at Blaise. "You should back up some." He said softly. Blaise nodded and made his away back to the others, who were also staring at Harry. The elf smiled at all of them before turning to face the other elves, his gaze lingering on Blaise.

Harry hefted up his bow, aiming it without an arrow towards the main swarm of the goblins. "Warriors! Up!" Everyone paused fighting and looked to him. The elves suddenly pushed away whatever goblin they were fighting and jumped impossibly at the height of about thirty feet.

A ridiculously huge fire arrow appeared in Harry's hand and he notched it, his arms stretching to accommodate the large arrow. He paused, his entire body completely still. Every goblin was focused on him, their hair-rising growls growing louder and louder. Everything seemed frozen, Blaise held his breath in anticipation.

Harry released the arrow with a twang and almost immediately every single goblin went up in flames. Their shrieks and growls of pain filled the air and the tension broke. The elves landed gracefully and made their way towards Blaise and the others. This happened in a matter of five seconds.

Everyone behind Blaise let out a sigh of relief, reminding Blaise to release his own breath. Harry reached them first, joined a second later by Moltagh and Blodhren.

"Is everyone okay here? Alright then. Harry, nice shot, but you still need to work on how much power you release into each arrow. You were doing well before I left; what happened?"

Harry's face scrunched in anger, yet he still looked beautiful to Blaise. "It so wasn't my fault! Our sub was that stupid, lazy-assed Rae Master who would rather listen to himself talk all day instead of actually teach us somethin."

"Yeah." The girl who called out Harry earlier came forward. "We tried to train, but he would stalk us, swear. We'd go out for our morning run and when we came back, no matter where we came from, he was also right there-"

"Waiting to spew so more of his crap!" Harry finished, a slight pout pushing out his bottom lip.

Behind Blaise, he could hear Weasley chuckle and whisper something about 'spew'. Granger hissed at him to shut up and a thump followed, presumably Granger hitting Weasley.

He turned his attention back forward as Moltagh sighed and shifted. "Alright, just be ready for Blodhren's Hell Training."

Harry and the girl groaned as Blodhren shot them an evil grin Blaise thought was nearly impossible for the elf to do. Moltagh turned towards him.

"And you..." He shook his head. "That was some impressive shit you did. Even after I descried to point exactly how you were going to die, you took it so easily. I know men twice your age who have done some crazy shit and would've pissed their pants when facing death by a goblin. Sure as hell wish you were an elf, would've made a hell of a Warrior."

Harry checked Blaise out, but not in a sexual way. "I saw it too, Moltagh. He would make a proper Warrior, but he doesn't have the magic for it." He shrugged. "At least while he's here, we can teach him some useful things. Just in case he ever runs into another goblin or something equally nasty."

Moltagh nodded. "Yeah, alright." He focused his gaze on the others, who were shuffling restlessly. "Alright, everyone. Let's get the fuck outta here, eh?"

This man is going to kill me. Blaise thought as the dark-skinned man in front of him scrutinized every inch of his body with a frown. Going by the large gold-and-diamond crown on his head, the man was the King of Du Weldenvarden, the name of the elves home, Blaise had learned shortly after arriving.

It took them less than an hour to reach the borders of Du Weldenvarden and about another thirty to reach the outstanding castle. It was at least twice the size of Hogwarts and made out of complete diamond. Even Draco was impressed by the building.

They were led inside and immediately taken to what could only be the throne room. It was decorated in colors that were, ironically enough, the colors of the four Houses. A man, the same one who was now eyeing Blaise, was seated in a large, elaborate chair and woman sat next to him in a smaller, but equally elaborate chair. Another woman, who slightly resembled Harry stood next to them. Above them, and on tapestries on the other walls, was a strange symbol; an Egyptian eye resting between a crescent moon and sun.

The man, who Moltagh called 'Drott'-whatever that meant-welcomed them to Du Weldenvarden and gave a little speech. They were all given rooms and were fed-the food was almost better than Hogwarts-then left to get sleep after all the traveling.

Except for Blaise. Moltagh called him to stay, along with Harry and the other girl, who had introduced herself as 'Amelia'. The large elf described to the dark-skinned man what Blaise had did, facing a goblin, and then Harry stepped up and told the man his proposal. The man-Drott, whatever, had then turned a hard gaze on Blaise, making Blaise fidget and fear his life. Finally, the Drott looked away.

"Training, eh? I remember growing up, my grandmother used to tell me stories of how once a long time ago, alfya and wizards were friends. She told me of how wizards and witches were welcomed here the same for us in the wizarding world. I also remember her stories of wizards, thinking about growing stronger, came to us to train with our Warriors."

Everyone's eyes widened and many sharp gasps resounded throughout the room. Blaise frowned in confusion and looked at every one else. Why's it so weird that wizards were here a long time ago? And they were...what was it? Warriors?

Harry, noticing Blaise confused expression, attempted to explain. "Most elfin species are...very similar to how it is explained in your wizard books. Many centuries ago, all races were one; the only thing separating each race and species was physical characteristics and magical levels. But still everything was peaceful; this is the time Ajihad speaks of from his grandmother." Harry's face darkened. "Until one particularly greedy wizard wanted the power of the elves, who were the only race exceptionally powerful without the use of a magically innate object as a grounder. That wizard compromised the lives of every elf in existence.

In his attempt to take the power from many different elfin species, he made a miscalculation and, as a result, the magic of those elves-and all the others of that species, as we're all connected to our own species-went, in laymen terms, out of control. Similar to you wizards when you use your 'accidental magic' when angered, all the elves lost it completely. Elves are their own grounder, and their magic slowly ate away at their minds. The once intelligent creatures were left with only their very primal instincts and nothing else.

Unfortunately, because elfin magic binds elves of the same race as one-making them one large family-the...effect became hereditary and in today's society, the descendants of those unfortunate species are born feral. All of us, every race, are treated as animals and hunted because if that. We have to hide our Kingdoms with magic and use other races that live in the forest and are feral as protection, like the goblins. It one thing to began to allow wizards into our society with limits and restrictions, but another to teach one of our most sacred ways."

Blaise swallowed a lump in his throat, a sudden heaviness on his shoulders. Everyone nodded solemnly; their gaze on him. It saddened Blaise to know what they went through because of the stupidity of one man. And it angered him, to know of what the Ministry was doing, even though they were also in hiding for the same reason against Muggles. Blaise shook his head and took a step forward, suddenly knowing what he had to say.

"I-I am deeply regretful to know of what my race has done to your own." His upbringing prevented him from apologizing, as it was only an empty word with no true felling behind it. He saw the Drott look at him, surprised. "It angers me to know that the Ministry forces you into seclusion because of their fear, when we are made to do the same for fear of Muggles. It has come to my understanding of why you are all so reluctant to allow us into your home, to invade your trust, but I can assure you that I am nothing like other wizards you would abuse this precious moment you have granted us. Just being here is enough, as I am unworthy-as a wizard-to learn of your ways." He bowed his head at the Drott in respect, something as a Pureblood he would never do.

A light touch on his arm made Blaise rise and he looked straight into the brilliant green eyes of Harry. The slim elf smiled warmly at him, making Blaise's heart skip many beats and his cheeks redden slightly under his olive tones. Harry looked up at the Drott, who still looked vaguely surprised.

"Blaise has more than proven himself worthy, Ajihad, despite his denial. I am all for returning to our old traditions, and no it is not because I like Blaise, Amelia." He said to the girl, shooting her a glare. Blaise's cheeks darkened even more and he looked at the floor. "I'm saying so because I want us to have peace like the stories say. I want us to get out of hiding from everything all the damn time and I know everyone feels the same. But it won't happen unless someone does something;just letting them into Du Weldenvarden isn't enough! We have to actually trust them, not tolerate."

The Drott nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I think you are right, Harry. It is time for change, which is why when Dumbledore came to me with his proposition, I accepted. We need for wizards to trust us and for that to happen, we need to trust them." He looked at Blaise; his gaze no longer hard. "Alright, young wizard Blaise Zabini, during your stay here, you will learn the ways of a alfa Warrior. You will train along with Harry and Amelia, as they are most familiar with you and seem to trust you already. You will be learning under Moltagh and Blodhren, who are already Harry and Amelia's teachers and are equally familiar with you."

Blaise nodded and bowed again. "Thank you very much. I am in your debt."

The Drott laughed. "Nonsense. You won't be saying that after a day with those four." He nodded to the others.

"Father, can me and Harry teach Blaise our language? It would make it easier to train him." Blaise stared in shock at Amelia, who was apparently the daughter of the Drott. The King of Du Weldenvarden. Which made her a princess.

"Of course. Now, it is late and we should all get some sleep. Especially you three, what with training tomorrow and everything." The Drott gave them a wink and rose from his chair. "Moltagh, take Blaise to his rooms please."

Moltagh nodded and turned to escort Blaise out. Harry's eyes widened and he stopped Moltagh, still facing the Drott with a slight smile on his face. "Ajihad, can I take him? I know where his rooms are, so can I?"

The Drott rose an eyebrow. "Any particular reason why?"

Harry shrugged. "'Cause I would like to." He suddenly whipped around at Amelia, glaring. "No, stupid." He hissed out, but it was said in words Blaise did not understand. The Drott only shrugged similarly to Harry's shrug.

"Fine with me, don't go sneak of somewhere and leave him stranded as a joke." As Harry opened his mouth to deny it, the Drott rushed on. "I know you and I know you have done it before to some poor kid who wanted a tour."

Harry hide a smirk and turned to Blaise, his smirk forming into a grin. "Come on, then." He grabbed Blaise's arm and bounded for the doors. It was soon that they were walking day the grands halls of the castle and Blaise was sneaking glances at Harry, marveling at his beauty.

Suddenly, Harry's gaze shot to meet his and for a moment, their gazes were locked. Blaise, blushing, looked away. Harry chuckled lightly beside him, subtly walking closer so their hands brushed together with every step. Blaise's heart was beating a mile a minute and very loudly; he was afraid Harry would hear it.

Blaise was confused. He never felt such a way for anyone before, but, then again, he never met anyone as beautiful as Harry before. Draco was very pretty, but in a really masculine way; very tall and muscled from Quidditch, strong lines everywhere. Harry was also masculine, but his beauty was very feminine. His body was a hard in some places, but soft in just the right ones. His hips were slightly curvy and his waist was slim. His face had strong lines around his jaw, but was softened by his plump cheeks, large eyes, and plush lips. The way he walked carried a feline grace, on the balls of his feet and with a slight sway of his hips.

At Hogwarts, Blaise had considered himself nothing-sexual, as he wasn't overly attracted to either gender or any particular person of either gender. He wasn't even much of a sexual person; never much of a masturbater, rarely did he have morning wood, and he never had a wet dream before. But Harry...Harry ignited something he only heard the others speak of. In fact, he wasn't far from jumping the elf if he knew he wouldn't get his ass beaten...and because it was wrong.

Harry cleared his throat as Blaise walked past him. Blushing yet again, Blaise turned around to see Harry stopped at a intricately designed door, smirking over at Blaise. He was so immersed in his thoughts, the young Italian didn't realize. He walked quickly back to Harry, who quirked an eyebrow before turning the doorknob, pushing the door open. He stepped aside to allow Blaise in first.

Blaise gave a quiet gasp upon entering the room. It was clearly a man's room, mainly in dark woods and greens. The first thing he noticed was the large floor to ceiling windows that made up the wall to his left. They were similar to the ones in the throne room, but on a less quantity. Harry, who had walked in behind him, caught him looking and smiled.

"Our culture has the belief that we all came from the Great Svit-Kona, the Mother Earth and that we should all be one with nature. Majority of the castle is the diamond glass that makes up the windows; on the outside you can't tell because they were designed for privacy. You can see out, but others can't see in." Relieved, Blaise nodded and stepped in farther.

He next noticed the huge bed pushed in the middle of the wall across from the windows. It was made of some dark, smoky wood and looked very sturdy. A green and black comforter covered the bed, two plush pillows to match, and black sheets that looked like silk. A dresser made of the same wood was on the wall across from the door, a long mirror atop it. A door near the dresser more than likely led to an en suite bathroom.

The walls were a deep brown and the lush carpet, green to match the comforter. Two large, plush, black armchairs faced the windows; a coffee table in swirls of green and black in front of them.

It all reminded Blaise of Harry's eyes, the combination of black and brilliant green, and he was somewhat comforted by that fact, much to his own confusion. A tap to his arm turned him to Harry, who looked at him expectantly. Blaise smiled widely.

"I like it. It's very...soothing. Rooms like this makes a guy want to never leave for anything. I-Thank you for everything."

Harry returned his smile with one that would put the sun to shame. "It's all no problem. I want you, and the others, to be comfortable during your stay. I'm glad you like the room." Suddenly, Harry took a step and was right in front of Blaise.

Blaise blushed deeply, again, as Harry came even closer; leaning against Blaise and his mouth right next to Blaise's ear, hot breath blowing softly on it as Harry spoke. "Atra du evarinya ono varda.(1) Se ono slytha waise ilia.(2) Goodnight, Blaise."

Then he was gone, the door closing softly behind him. Blaise swore he would have a heart attack before they went back to Hogwarts. He swallowed and took a deep breath, looking down at the suddenly aching bulge in his pants. He sighed, willing it to go down before he stripped, carefully laying his robes on one of the armchairs, and climbed into the bed.

The sheets were, in fact, silk and soothed Blaise's heated skin from Harry's close contact. As he closed his eyes, an image of Harry laying on the bed, in nothing but his skin and his eyes half-lidded. Heat rushed down below and Blaise sighed again, rolling over and pushing his boxer briefs slightly down.

This is going to be a very long night...

1. Atra du evarinya ono varda-may the stars watch over you

2. ono slytha waise ilia-may you rest easy (roughly translated)
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