Through Technology

“Talking”

‘Thinking’

“Parseltongue”

‘Voldemort and Harry’s connection’

Laptop chatting

Flashback

Harry looked around, wondering where the hell he was at. He had gone to bed with Severus and Draco, but when he woke up, he found that he was in a dark forest and not Draco’s room in Malfoy Manor. He slowly started making his way around the forest, hoping to find a clue, as to where he had disappeared to. A low whispering sound caught his attention, and he started walking towards it. A light appeared, and he stopped. ‘Oh god, am I DEAD?’ he thought, as the panic washed over him. He went towards the light, hoping he wasn’t dead. The voices became louder, and he sighed relieved when he saw the light was from a fire. A few people were there, and as soon as he was close enough, they all turned and looked at him. Two of them wore beautiful, royal robes. Their pale skin and long, silky smooth hair made Harry back away. He had only ever seen pictures of elves. He never thought he’d actually get to see any.

The two royal looking elves smiled, and the woman stepped forth. “Do not fret, child; we mean you no harm. We merely wished to see the last heir of our beloved King,” she said softly. Harry looked at her in confusion. Sure, he knew he had elf blood, but royal elf blood? “Your inheritance has been foretold to bring our people peace, child,” she continued. “Since you have royal blood from both elves and vampires, you are chosen to be the King of both our species. You, dear child, have been foretold to bring peace between elves and vampires, and end all the wars we endure and suffer under.” Harry looked around on the people, and noticed only some of them were elves. The others had fangs, speckled eyes with red outlines on the pupils and almost snowy pale skin; vampires.

Harry took a step backwards. He didn’t want to be king. What was he going to tell Draco and Severus? He suddenly remembered the first thing he thought when he woke up. Anger flooded his body, and his magic started dancing around him. “You stole me from my mates,” he snarled, and his eyes flashed totally red, except for the speckles, which remained his mates’ colors. The magic spiraled and danced around him, fuelled by his anger, and it clearly scared the elves and vampires.

The other of the royal looking elves stepped a single step forward. “We did not steal you away, child. You’re still with your mates. We’ve summoned your soul here, though you will return to your body as soon as we release the spell.” Hearing this calmed Harry and the swirling magic calmed and faded, until it was gone and the group dared to breathe again. “Dear child, we wish for you to come to your throne. Your people need you. The wars have stopped. Merely after it was rumored the Chosen One was with us, the fighters stopped fighting, though without your guidance, they will begin fighting again. You are destined to lead our people into a better future.” Harry looked at them nervously, what about Draco and Severus? As a king, how’d he have time for them? “I know what you are thinking, child. You are destined to rule two people as one, thus you’re bound to have two mates; two queens. They will of course stay with you. Breaking up destined soulmates is a sin to both our species. We know you’ve grown up as a wizard, so we will be sending a messenger with a letter.” A snowy white owl landed on the elf’s shoulder, and Harry gaped at it. The owl was as white as the cleanest snow, but it had a spot on its chest in a golden honey orange color. “This owl will come with the parchment for you. You do not need to come to our territories; you merely have to be at our aid when your people need it. We will not take you from your home, should you not want it as well. For now, the owl will be the key between us.” Harry felt as if an earthquake hit him, and he tried his best not to fall. “It appears your mates are pulling you away from us. Look out for the owl. She will come eventually.” Then everything turned black.

Harry sputtered and sat up, almost choking on the potion Severus had fed him. “Oh, Harry, we were so worried! What happened? Sev said your soul had been summoned elsewhere! Who did it? Are you okay? Your magic went crazy! Oh please, Harry, please speak to me!” Harry stared at the blonde and smiled, letting Draco ramble on about how worried he was for Harry’s health.

Severus held a glass to Draco’s mouth, and made him drink the calming potion. “Maybe he would be able to talk, if you stayed quiet for a minute, love. He’s only just gotten back to us. He’s okay. If he wasn’t, he’d tell us instantly. Now, Harry, please tell us what happened…” Harry smiled and started telling about his weird experience.