617Knight and Honor
Author Note: I own nothing. Harry Potter is own by J.K. Rowling and Warcraft is own by Blizzard. All copyrights are reserved. This story was created for fun.
Unlike Magical Knight, this story will be moving at a slightly slower pace and will be better written. I hope everyone enjoys.
Chapter 01: The Elven Ranger
In Surrey, Little Whinging, the day appeared like any other day. The sun was high in the sky heating the summer days to what could only be described as a very hot day. There wasn't a white cloud in sight that could offer any type of shade. Some people were outside drinking nice cold drinks to satisfy their thirsts. Some kids were playing in the local park, enjoying the summer break from their schools.
One boy was walking near the park tunnel was walking with an angry look on his face. this boy name was Harry Potter. Yet he was no ordinary boy. He was a wizard who was currently in school studying magic to be a proper wizard.
Yet Harry was upset. Due to the simple fact that he hated the summer holidays because it forced him to live with his dreaded aunt and uncle who hated the very existence of magic. Needless to say, things weren't going well for Harry this summer. Within the first week of the summer holidays, Harry wrote to Ronald 'Ron' Weasley and Hermione Granger, his two best friends from Hogwarts, to get him away from his relatives. At first, it started a week, now Harry was asking to for them to come get him away every other day. It was creating a lot of work for Hedwig, his owl and only real companion he had while living with the Dursley's. After his thirtieth letter, where he gave orders to Hedwig to bite their hands if they refused to give him a proper response.
Ron made it clear he didn't appreciate Harry's owl going mental on him, and that he couldn't invite Harry to the Burrow, the Weasley family home at the moment due to unknown reasons. Ron never said why, only that Harry couldn't come.
That was two weeks ago when he got that reply. Harry refused to write another letter to his so-called friends. They knew first hand that Harry couldn't stand his relatives and hated spending time with them.
Most days he would spend his time going over the news making sure everything was okay.
So far, nothing had turned up and things were too peaceful, which was strange for Harry. His lightning bolt scar on his forehead also was quiet and wasn't bugging him as it did last year.
Which was unusual, as, on June Twenty-Fourth, Harry's greatest fear, the Dark Lord returned and regain a body to reassemble his reign of terror. It was easily the most dangerous fight Harry has ever been in and that's saying something. Nothing like his duels he had with Draco Malfoy, the Hogwarts school bully he's had with. Because Voldemort was clearly toying around with him before he got that lucky break and manage to return to Hogwarts. The moment he was on Hogwarts ground, Harry wasted no time and told Dumbledore at once that Voldemort was back and alive again.
Yet, since his return, he has been silent. Nothing strange has happened or missing person report or unexpected murders.
When he wrote to his friends and his godfather Sirius Black, for news, his requests were met with silence with the shortest reply he's ever gotten from his godfather: Just enjoy his holiday.
Which was impossible to do when you're living with people like the Dursley's. The Dursley's would never directly let Harry starve to death. But they also wouldn't give Harry the food he wanted and made sure his portions were a tenth of his cousin's meals. So it was enough to keep him alive, but not enough to satisfy his stomach.
Harry kicks the grass he was walking on as if he was trying to vent his frustration on something, yet he didn't know what to vent his frustration on.
Harry was thinking hard and fast.
He stopped writing to his friends two weeks ago. They would still write to him, wishing him a good holiday and wanted to hear what he was doing. He would throw their letters away when it was clear they weren't coming to come and get him and take him away from his relatives. Even Sirius letters were starting to turn into disappointments. He would write asking if Harry was alright and if his relatives were giving him any trouble. He promised he would keep in touch but Harry would discard his letters too.
Nothing they wrote offered any comfort to the young wizard.
Harry's only opinion left was to run away. It was really the only thing left to do. He hated staying with his relatives. The only thing that made him return to his relatives was the fact that Aunt Petunia was his only living relative. Yet they didn't love each other and despise each other. She made that perfectly clear for years that she hated him living under her roof.
Harry remembers being forced to live in the cupboard underneath the staircase for nearly ten years before his relatives tried to butter him up in not going to Hogwarts by giving him Dudley's second bedroom. Dudley would complain loudly that he needed that second bedroom for all the stuff he tended to break.
His relatives wouldn't care if he runs away. They didn't love him nor would they miss him. They told him almost every day of his life, they hated him and wished they had rather dump him at an orphanage instead if it wasn't for fear that Dumbledore would turn them into toads.
The question was where would he go.
His first thought was to the Burrow. The Weasley family and spend the rest of the summer there.
However, he quickly dismissed that idea due to the fact he was not on speaking terms with Ron at the moment and he was angry at Ron for not only abandoning him but also not telling him why he couldn't come over. Ron would need a seriously good excuse to explain why Ron wasn't answering his letters and why he was refusing to let Harry come over despite knowing Harry hated staying with his relatives.
Then Harry remembers the inn in Diagon Alley. He stayed there when he ran away from his aunt and uncle back when he was thirteen. Just two years ago. The Leaky Cauldron would have rooms to rent and he could stay there for the remainder of the summer. Diagon Alley was also a great place to be around with and he was fairly familiar with the shops and area. Having spent more than two months looking around the shops.
Yes, that could actually work. He could either fly there on his Firebolt or… take the Knight Bus. He was an underage wizard and wasn't allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts. Another thing he didn't know how to do was apparate. The ability to teleport yourself from one area to another instantly.
Yes, tonight would be good. He would need some time to pack his things but he should be good to go tonight. His trunk was enchanted to hold as much stuff as possible and was small compared to most magical trunks.
Yet if he left, Dumbledore would lecture him about the importance of staying with his Aunt and Uncle and tell him the wards would protect him. Yet the idea of the lecture and already hearing the words being told him to him in the back of his head caused Harry to snort. Dumbledore had no idea what it was like to have family who will never love and hated your very existence. He was tired of living underneath their roof and being treated like vermin. Though he was sure vermin would get far better treatment than he would ever receive from his relatives.
Harry made up his mind. He would run away and this time, he would never come back to Little Whinging. He would never see or speak to his relatives again. Not as long as he had his free will. Dumbledore would be forced to use the Imperius Curse on Harry to force him to come back. That alone was illegal so Harry should be safe.
Before Harry could turn around and go back to his relatives home for the last time, a sudden gust of wind started picking up and started blowing heavily inside the tunnel.
Harry should have run as he started to see a strange circle with the image of a magnificent city appearing inside the circle. The city had crimsons roofs and white buildings that seemed to be shining in all glory. The sun appeared to be shining down upon this city in all glory. Harry pulls out his wand as if he was unsure what was going or if this was some kind of attack.
Before Harry could grasp what he was seeing a lone figure appears and lands gracefully in front of the portal. It was a female. A remarkable beautiful female. She appeared to be in her mid to late teens. She had long white hair that seemed to be as if her hair was from a snowy place. It seemed to appear like snow. She wasn't tall, a bit shorter than Harry was. Harry was guessing she was at least five foot six inches. Seeing how Harry was nearly five foot eight inches. She had remarkable beautiful blue eyes that seemed to mimic the sky above them. She was wearing a strange blue armor and a blue cloak with a hood over her head. Her chest plate had a V cut that reveals a portion of her large breast. Which Harry was guessing was at least a large C-Cup. Her body was neatly slim and well toned. Harry could see she was in great shape and had flawless skin.
Yet what truly captivate Harry was her beauty. It wasn't just her body that was perfect, her face too was perfect and seemed to glow and outshine everything around her. She was like the pinnacle of perfection and beauty.
Harry was gaping for a few moments before he realizes she was clearly wasn't human. Her ears were longer than normal. Her ears almost appeared to be like an house-elf.
'Maybe she's related to a house-elf.' Harry thought as he recalled Dobby the House Elf ears.
Harry however quickly took note the strange woman or she-elf before him wasn't unarmed. On her right waist, Harry could see a blade. A sword of unique design resting. Harry quickly scans her and sees a quiver hanging off her lower back along with a dagger on her thigh. In her hands, was a customize bow.
She was clearly a warrior. Not an amateur but a skilled or season veteran. Harry stops admiring the she-elf and gives her a hard cold glare.
'She could be an assassin. Sent by Voldemort to kill me. Or worse to capture me.' Harry slowly realized as he tightens the grip on his wand.
The she-elf blinks as she looks at Harry and looks around Harry as if she was looking for something. Then Harry heard her speak in a very strange language. It sounded so foreign and strange. Nothing like he heard before.
{This is not Stormwind.} she said before she brings her attention back to Harry. She frowns slightly as if she was wondering what was going on.
Harry said nothing as he looks at her carefully and tries hard not to find himself drooling over her beauty.
She sighs before she turns around to enter the portal once again only to her dismay to see that it was gone. The portal had quickly closed itself and left her stranded in an unknown world.
{Well that's just great.} She mutters as she turns around to face the strange human male.
{Human, yet it's clear he doesn't understand me. It's been awhile since I've spoken the common tongue. Yet let's pray I'm not rusty.} she mutters. She looks up to him and speaks. {Greetings human, I'm Ranger Captain Vereesa Windrunner. Can you tell me where I am?} Vereesa said in common.
The human said nothing as he continues to glare at her.
'Does he not understand me? My common isn't that bad.' Vereesa thought as she looks at him carefully. She slowly began to realize his right arm was tenser than his left and he was holding a strange stick in his hand. It took a moment to realize what he was holding in his hand. 'A wand! But that means… he's a mage! He doesn't look like one. His clothing is very strange. It doesn't matter. Perhaps he can send me back home. Or even better to Stormwind!'
Vereesa took a step forward but to her surprise, the male took an automatic step backward. His eyes narrowed and watching her carefully.
'He's tense. Too tense. It's almost as if he's expecting an attack. Have I stepped into a war?' Vereesa took the time to look around her surroundings and saw that most things look too peaceful for a war to be going on. Yet there was clearly no sign of other people nearby. 'No, it's clear I'm not on Azeroth. I'm elsewhere, somewhere else. On another world. Yet he's clearly tense. Does he expect me to attack him? Or has he never seen a high elf before?'
Vereesa wasn't exactly defenseless. She has fought and survived the Second War. The Third War was still raging against the Scourge. Which is why she was going to Lordaeron, to speak to her older sister, Sylvanas Windrunner and get her Forsaken to assist the Alliance against the Scourge. Sylvanas was the person who knew the most about the Scourge and has fought them the best.
Vereesa slowly puts away her bow on her back and stood carefully before the unknown human though he hand was resting next to her dagger in case she needed to use it.
{I mean you no harm.} Vereesa said yet was starting to feel foolish knowing he wouldn't be able to understand her just as she wouldn't be able to understand him because neither of them could speak the same language.
Harry was watching her carefully and saw that she wasn't using her weapons. Nor was she attacking. Maybe she wasn't an assassin. She was trying to speak to him in a very weird language. It was like she was trying to communicate with him. It was clear neither would be able to understand the other. Harry begins to relax.
"There is always that spell I could use. I pray the Ministry doesn't know I'm going to use magic outside of school." Harry mutters as he raises his wand. "Omnes," (Allspeak) Harry said. A blue energy appeared surrounding both of them.
Vereesa was quick to reach for her sword and unsheathe's it. She instantly was under the impression that the young human was attacking her. She reaches forward and charges forward with intent on wounding him to the point she would interrogate him later.
"Stop," Harry said just as the sword was about to cleave him in half. She does so, her sword mere inches from his chest. Her body was still as she holds her posture and didn't move a muscle. Yet it was clear she was tense. Harry was breathing slowly aware that her sword was close to cutting him in two. For that one moment, they just stood in their position. Vereesa holding her blade that was about to cut Harry. Harry holding his wand raised pointed at her face.
"I can understand you." Vereesa finally said as she stands up straight and lowers her sword.
"And I can with you," Harry said as he lowers his wand. So far, things went as well as he expected. Harry was trying to wrap his brain about the language he just absorbs. Two languages. One was called common, which was a basic language from what he understood. The other was called Thalassian.
Vereesa looks at Harry carefully, she didn't sheathe her blade just yet. She still wasn't clear if he was friend or foe. Though she should treat him as a friend for the time being, due to the fact she was a member of the Alliance.
"What did you do?" Vereesa asks with both curiosity and suspicion.
"I cast a spell that allowed us to swap and understand each other's languages. Normally forbidden but it was clear we weren't going to understand each other just by speaking in our native tongues. This way we can speak, and understand each other. Though I'm surprised you know two languages. They are… interesting to say the lease." Harry said.
Vereesa smiles as she eyes him carefully. He didn't look like a mage or one she's ever seen. His clothing also seemed a bit, strange to her.
"I see. So I was right, you are a mage. You don't' look like a mage, not one I've ever seen." Vereesa said in her native tongue of Thalassian.
Harry smiles back at her.
"I'm not a mage, I'm a wizard. Well, I'm still a student and I'm not really allowed to be using magic outside of school. Anyway, I'm Harry, Harry Potter, who are you?" Harry said back in Thalassian.
"Yes, introductions. I tried to introduce myself earlier but I guess you didn't understand me back then. I am High Elf Ranger Captain Vereesa Windrunner of Quel'thalas." Vereesa said in her native tongue.
"Quel'thalas?" Harry said with a frown.
"That's right. Why?" Vereesa said as she frowns too. Where she was from, everyone knew the glorious city of Silvermoon City and Quel'thalas. Home of the High Elves. However, the High King of Quel'Thalas, Anasterian Sunstrider refused to allow any humans near his borders. Despite the alliance, he had with Lordaeron. They had trouble keeping the trolls at bay. Her eldest sister, Alleria Windrunner was missing and currently away. It was her other elder sister, the middle sister, Sylvanas Windrunner, who told her to get help as she held the line. The only thing she knew was she was going to cut the supplies from Lordaeron. To prevent Arthas from taking Quel'thalas. Yet when she had gone to Stormwind for help. The worse happened. Quel'thalas had fallen. The High King was dead. And her sister Sylvanas was turned into a monster. She was still… herself… but she was also broken and twisted. Now the Scourge was running loose and threatening to destroy the world. Stormwind was her only hope to get the reinforcement that her people so desperately needed. They were traveling by ships to settle in Stormwind as well as the fresh troops to repel the Scourge Invasion. Right now, she did not trust the Crown Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider. As he started to have them devote themselves to the new Sunwell. Unwilling to take the power he was promising them, Vereesa was taking what people and Rangers she had to Stormwind, staying true to the Alliance and its people.
She had gone ahead to ensure the rights of her people's arrival in Stormwind, even though the High King of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn, and the Supreme Commander Anduin Lothar would provide aid to the High Elves. Though it was doubtful, as they just recaptured Stormwind. Needless to say, her people need a place to settle if they were going to survive.
In hindsight, everyone knew about her people. Yet for a human, who didn't know about her people told her that she was somewhere where she didn't need to be.
"Well, it's just… there is no place on Earth called Quel'thalas." Harry said honestly. "You're in Surrey, England, on planet Earth."
"Where?" Vereesa said in honest confusion; for she's never heard of such a place.
"As I suspected, that portal I saw was from another world, one I have never seen or heard before. In fact, other world theories have just been theories, it's never been proven. As far as anyone is aware, the possibility of other worlds with life on them is a far-fetch idea. However, it wouldn't be a good idea to say you're from another world. There are maniacs out there who would love to try to conquer your world. Maybe even enslave your people." Harry said. "Like Voldemort." Harry finishes with a soft mutter. However, Vereesa heard the last part perfectly.
Before she could ask questions about who this 'Voldemort' was, a sudden chill swept across the area and went down her spine as if she was in Northrend. Yet, this chill seemed different than the winter colds of Northrend. It was almost as if she could feel her strength starting to leave her.
Harry felt the same chill and he was quickly on high alert. He suddenly looked around eyes on high alert as the search for the source of the chill.
"Stay with me," Harry suddenly said in a tone that told her he wasn't going to accept no for an answer.
Vereesa holds her blade up and was tense.
Suddenly, she could hear voices. Voices she hasn't heard in years. Voices, she has long forgotten. She was starting to feel wobbly, as her strength was beginning to leave her. The sword drops out of her hand as she lost he strength to hold it.
Vereesa shakes the voices away from her head and pulls out her bow. She was better with a bow anyway.
Then, suddenly, someone rushes into them without saying a word. They just shoved Harry and Vereesa aside as they attempted to get away.
"Crap, that's Dudley!" Harry said as he gets to his feet.
Vereesa was staggering to get back to her feet. It didn't seem no matter what she thought of, the voices were getting louder, and her strength was disappearing.
"Dudley come back! You're running right at it!" Harry shouted.
Vereesa turns her head and sees to her horror a strange creature, that appeared like a hooded ghost, leaning over a fat boy who was on the ground shaking as if he was in cardiac arrest. The creature was really hovering over the boy as his shaking was getting worse.
"Expecto Patronum!" Harry shouted as he raised his wand. Silver mist erupted from his wand but nothing happened. Vereesa turns to look at Harry and could see he was fairing better than she was. Yet it was clear, whatever that creature was, was also affecting him.
Vereesa raises her bow and takes careful aim. Yet her vision was starting to fade and become blurry as she looks onwards. She pulls back the string and fires an arcane shot that sailed through the tunnel. It sailed past the creature as her aim was off and hits the tunnel roof as it explodes.
"Stay here, I'm going to help him," Harry said as he rushes forward. He shouts the spell again but again silver vapor erupts from his wand.
Vereesa falls on her hands and knees trying to stay conscious. Yet she was starting to black out. She looks up to see Harry had stop and turn back to look at her.
That's when she felt another sudden chill. She turns to the other side and sees another one of those things hovering just inches from her. It started to get closer and Vereesa could no longer support herself and falls on the ground. All she could do as she laid there, was watch as the strange creature lean over her. Her vision was starting to blur and get darker. She was losing so much strength. She's never felt so weak in her life.
Then, suddenly, a strange bright light appeared that brought warmth to her body. The sudden coldness disappeared. The creature let out a scream as a silver-white animal appeared and hits the creatures head on forcing it away from her and it to flee. Then it was gone.
Vereesa laid there, unsure of what just happen. Her strength was slowly returning, but she still felt so weak.
"You alright?" Harry asked as he was kneeling beside her. He turns her over on her back and she looks back at him. Harry places her sword and bow and her hands and she holds onto them. She didn't remember her weapons ever feeling so heavy. Harry bends down and picks her up bridal style.
All Vereesa could do, as Harry was carrying her through the tunnel, was look at him.
As a girl, she remembered the other girls and friends she had how they wanted a prince to sweep them off their feet. To carry them and protect them.
Now here she was, being carried by someone who clearly not only saved her life but looks dashing in doing so.
"You're a lot lighter than you appear," Harry said as he carries her.
Vereesa said nothing. She didn't understand what just happen, all she knew was he saved her life.
She then felt his stomach tighten for a strange reason. Then she heard why. Apparently, he just kicked something or someone.
"Get up you worthless fat pig, they're gone." Harry snaps.
Vereesa may be in a weakened state, but she heard the tone in his voice suddenly change. It wasn't his normal soft and kind voice, but rather it was rude and angry.
Then she heard a moan as if the person was trying to protest.
"Can you stand?" Harry asks her as his kind voice was back and directed at her.
Vereesa nods her, not trusting herself to speak. Everything happened so fast and she wasn't sure what to make of it.
Harry sets her down, feet first as she touches the ground softly and gracefully. The moment Harry left her to stand, she quickly grabs onto to him for support. Her legs still felt a bit weak and she wasn't sure if she could walk at the moment.
"What attack us?" Vereesa asks.
"A dementor, I'll tell you later. It's not safe here. I manage to drive them off, but they could be back. I need to get this worthless cousin of mine back home before he decides to sleep out here." Harry said. With that said, he kicks his cousin in the back again. "Get up, fat shit!" Harry barks.
Vereesa looks down to see a very large boy curled up in a ball whimpering. Harry said this boy was his, cousin. Yet from what she was able to see, there was no love between them. She wonders if Harry had a rough relationship with his cousin as much as she did with her own cousin Zendarin. Zendarin, who loath the Windrunner sisters for many reasons. Their beauty, their skills, and their respect of the High Elves.
Harry sighs and grabs his cousin by the arm and attempts to drag him. The boy refused to move at all.
Harry whips out his wand and in an instant, his cousin was back on his feet. Harry quickly throws his much bigger cousin arm over his shoulders and he begins to carry him through the tunnel.
"Follow me, if anyone asks who you are, just say you're Stephanie and a friend of mine who is into cosplay," Harry said.
"What is cosplay?" Vereesa asks.
"Later," Harry said. He begins to walk at a slow pace out of the tunnel. Vereesa follows and quickly takes a look at her surroundings. Once they were out of the tunnel, Vereesa took note the buildings and houses look so much different than her own world. She wanted to ask so many questions about this world but she quickly realizes she was getting distracted and she sees Harry was moving ahead. Thankfully, he was moving at a slow pace because his cousin was refusing to walk on his own. Yet he was moving rather quickly for carrying someone who was nearly twice his size and weight.
Vereesa didn't have the strength to jog, instead, she walks and quickly caught up and follows Harry as if she was a puppy. Nothing was said as they walk in silence.
The walk wasn't long. Nearly ten minutes. Harry finally walks up the lawn of number four, private drive. Harry opens the front door and walks in. Harry nods his head inside and Vereesa follows Harry.
"Diddykin's? Is that you?" a woman said. Vereesa turns to see a very strange woman who was sitting down on a coach fanning herself as she was clearly sweating. She looks up to see the trio enter as Vereesa closes the door. "Diddykin's? Diddykin's!" The woman nearly shouted as she was up on her feet in an instant and quickly rushes to the large boy side. She shoves Harry aside and holds her son who falls as Harry was no longer carrying him. "Vernon! Vernon, come quick, something has happened to Dudley!" the woman shouted.
Vereesa could feel the ground began to vibrate softly as footsteps could be heard. A very large man, the bigger image of the boy on the ground appears. Food in one hand with a spoon in the other.
Harry scowls as the parents were fawning over their son. Vernon grabs his son and hoists him on his feet before leading him to the couch where he sat him down. Dudley grabs one of the pillows and holds it tightly. Moving back and forth slowly.
"What happened, son? Who did this to you?" Vernon asks.
Dudley didn't say anything, or rather… he couldn't say anything. Instead, with what strength he had, he slowly raises a finger and points at Harry. "Him." He said in a rasping voice.
Vernon stands up straight and tall. His face red with fury and anger. He looks at Harry with all the hatred he could muster. He was about to step forward when Vereesa steps forward, her hand on her sword. She unsheathes it slightly to let him know she was there and would defend Harry's honor should it be required. Though it was really a bluff, as she didn't have the strength for a fight. Vernon looks at her warily, as if trying to determine if the sword in her hand was real.
"Boy!" Vernon bellowed. "come here!"
"What?" Harry snarls.
"I want to know what did you do to my son," Vernon shouted.
"Nothing," Harry said truthfully.
"Was," Dudley slowly said. His parents turn to look at him, giving him their full attention. "so dark, I heard things, voices in my head. I felt so scared, so weak… almost as if I was never…." Dudley said in a slow and low voice, but it was clear he couldn't finish. Instead, he begins to rock back and forth again.
"Like you'll never be happy and cheerful again." Harry finishes after Dudley was unable to finish. Vereesa was listening with great interest. She felt the same way. Even now, she didn't feel like she would be ever cheerful again. It was like those creatures took something away from her. Like they stole her happiness. She didn't even think such power could even exist.
"So," Vernon said as he flexes his arms as if he was prepared to strangle Harry. "so, you decided to put some crack pot spell on my son, believing he was doom to misery did you," Vernon said in a low voice but a threat was there. He rolls his sleeves up and balls his hand into a fist. Yet he did not make an attempt to attack Harry. Instead, his eyes went to Harry's right hand, where a wand was being held in Harry's hand.
Vereesa didn't let go of her sword. All signs pointed to a possibility of a fight breaking out. Yet she didn't trust herself to handle a fight at the moment. She was still feeling the after effects of those foul creatures. She wasn't sure how true her skills would be. Yet she would defend Harry. He saved her life. That was clear. She would repay her life debt she now owed him. She was prepared to strike down this large man if he was indeed going to harm her savior.
To her credit, Harry didn't lose his cool or his nerve. Apparently, he's gone through this before with his family.
"If you truly believe that and I've put him under a spell, you're clearly losing your marbles. I could have left him alone back in the park instead of dragging his worthless pig's ass back here." Harry said in what could only be described as a cool voice. Vernon flushed a deep shade of red from both embarrassment and anger. "For your information, Dudley was attacked by a creature. A dark magical creature that we call, a Dementor to be exact." Harry replies in a soft, but dangerous voice.
"Dem-ish-what? What is this nonsense? That's a load of rubbish if I've ever heard it. I doubt there are any creatures called whatever it is they're called. What are they if they exist?" Vernon snaps.
"They guard the wizard prison of Azkaban." Petunia answers. Harry turns to look at her with a hard look and a raised eyebrow. Vernon also looks at her in confusion and surprise. As if she suddenly realized what she had just said, she slaps her hand over her mouth as if she just said a disgusting swear word.
"How do you know that?" Harry demanded.
Instead of looking at Harry, she turns to her husband. "I heard that awful boy, telling her years ago." Petunia replies.
Vernon looks at his wife carefully. The reality setting in and the realization that Harry may have in fact saved his son being true. "So, these… er … demon-ish, exist, do they?" Vernon asks slowly. Petunia nods her head slowly. "What do they do?" Vernon asks in a low voice and in a nervous voice. Petunia looks away. She didn't respond to his question.
Seeing how his aunt didn't know the horrors of a dementor, Harry answers.
"They are like emotions eaters. They feed and drain you of your emotions. They'll take it all, your happiness and every cherished moment you have. If they're given a chance, they'll even kiss you." Harry said.
'So that is why I feel so drained. Yet why am I still feeling the effects? It's not as bad as before, but…' Vereesa flexes her right arm. 'I still feel so weak. They hold strong after effects as well?'
"Kiss you? Kiss you!" Vernon repeated as if it was the dumbest thing he's ever heard.
"It's what we call, the Dementor's Kiss," Harry said slowly. "You see, no one knows what is underneath a Dementor's hood. For those who have seen what's underneath their hood, are no longer able to tell us. The Dementor's Kiss is when they use their last, and worse weapon. It is not a kiss, you will find enjoyable, nor pleasant. As they kiss you, they suck and take away everything. Your memories, and your soul. They do this to devour their victim's soul to eat for all eternity."
"His soul!" Petunia suddenly gasps out. She reaches for her son and begins to shake him as if to make sure he still had his soul. "They didn't take it." She said.
"Of course they didn't," Harry answers in a calm voice.
"Fought them off did you son," Vernon said in a proud voice. "Gave them the one two combo?"
"You can't hit a dementor, it's like trying to hit a ghost. The only thing that works on them is a spell that…." Harry began.
At that moment, however, there was a rustling noise as a beat of wings could be heard. A tardy looking barn owl appears and drops a letter in Harry's hands before taking off again.
"Owls!" Vernon shouted in frustration.
Harry takes one look at it and sees it was from the Ministry of Magic. Harry rips open the letter and seeing it was exactly as he suspected. Vereesa leans over Harry's shoulder to read the letter and to her amazement, she could read the words perfectly.
'Must be Harry's spell that allows me to read this language.'
'Dear Mr. Harry James Potter, we have received intelligence, that you have performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past five this evening, in a muggle inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle.
The severity of this breach of Decree of Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has been has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Representatives from the Ministry of Magic will arrive shortly at your place of residency to destroy your wand.
As you have already received an official warning for your previous offense under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at nine in the morning on the twelfth of August.
Wishing you happy holidays, Madam Mafalda Hopkirk, Improper Use of Magic Officer: Ministry of Magic.'
After reading this, Vereesa seemed to have more questions than normal about this world. It was clear it was illegal to use magic, however, surely it can be overlooked as he used magic to defend himself against those foul creatures.
Harry crumbles up the letter in his hand before throwing it in a bin.
"What was that about?" Vernon demanded.
"The Ministry of Magic has expelled me from Hogwarts," Harry answers in a calm tone.
"For what?" Vernon said, sounding a bit gleefully.
"For using magic." Harry answers.
"Haha! So you admit it. What did you do to my son?" Vernon shouted in triumph as if he just caught Harry red handed in the cookie jar.
"Are you really that daft?" Harry snaps his anger back. Unable to believe how dimwitted and stupid his uncle was. "I used magic, to protect that worthless son of yours," Harry said in with a clear an angry tone of voice.
The room was silent for a few moments. Vernon looks at Harry as if he wasn't sure what to believe. Slowly, it seemed to have registered to Vernon Harry wasn't alone. He turns his attention to Vereesa who was standing beside him. Vereesa didn't like the way he was looking at her.
"Who is she?" Vernon asked. "Another freak like you?"
Vereesa was taken at his sudden remark. She has never, ever in her entire life been called a freak. She has been sought for and chased by countless suitors, both humans, and elves for her long beauty. Yet no one has ever called her a freak before. The remark both greatly upset her and angered her.
"Vernon, her ears." Petunia suddenly gasps out. "Look at her ears."
Vernon took one good look at her ears and took an automatic step back. It was like he couldn't make out what to think of her long ears.
Vereesa wasn't sure what to say or think. It was clear there were no elves on this world. Yet the sight of her long ears caused the Vernon and Petunia to look at her with both hatred and fear.
"Who is she, isn't your concern," Harry replies in a calm voice. Harry walks towards the kitchen and quickly enters the cabinet before pulling out some chocolate. He breaks it into three pieces before eating one himself. He then walks to Vereesa and hands her a piece. "Eat this, it will help," Harry said in a kind voice.
Vereesa grabs the chocolate and takes a bite. Words couldn't describe what just happen at that moment when she took a bite of the chocolate. She was feeling miserable and depressed after those Dementor's attack her. Now it was like as if life itself has been restored inside of her. Her happiness has been restored.
At that moment, a noise caused everyone to turn to see an owl who had landed on the kitchen table holding a scroll in its talons. Harry walks over and removes the scroll as the barn owl takes flight.
'Harry – Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry and he's trying to sort out everything. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. DO NOT USE ANYMORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND. Arthur Weasley."
Harry reads it and frowns. The way it was written appeared to have been written in a hurry. Harry rips the letter apart, again he seemed to only be getting disappointing letters.
"Dudley, eat this, it will help," Harry said as he hands the chocolate to Vernon. Vernon took one good look at the chocolate as if he was expecting it to be poison. He grabs it and hands it to his son. Dudley took one bite and it was as if life itself was restored to his eyes and body.
Harry turns around to leave.
"Let's go, I got to pack my things," Harry said.
"Oh no you don't," Vernon snaps.
"What!" Harry shouted in a loud and angry tone. His wand emitted red sparks that caused the family to flinch in fear.
"I want to know what is going on!" Vernon growled.
"I'm leaving," Harry said. The Dursley's look at Harry in surprise. "And I'm never coming back. I'm going to get my things and you'll never see or hear from me again. Goodbye," Harry said.
In saying that, Harry grabs Vereesa arm and drags her upstairs. He marches her into his room and closes the door. He quickly starts grabbing his things, throwing them in a trunk.
Vereesa said nothing as she watches Harry pack his things.
"Are you really going to be leaving?" Vereesa asks.
"I am." Harry answers. His anger was still there, but it was clear he was trying hard not to take it out on her. Harry grabs a shirt and holds it up to her chest. "This will do," Harry mutters as he throws the shirt on the bed.
"What are you doing?" Vereesa asked.
"You can't be walking around in that outfit. For one, even in the magical world, it would look too suspicious. You'll have to wear some of my clothing until I can buy you some clothing. I'm also going to need to get you a glamour charm. Something that will hide your ears as people will be asking you many questions. I rather not get caught up with people pointing fingers at you. Unless you can return to your own world." Harry said. He pulls out a robe and throws it on his bed.
This was a good question. She wanted to return to her world. To see her sisters again. To see her people one again. The problem was…
"I don't think I'll be able to return to my own world. I'm no mage. I can't summon portals. I think it would be best if I came with you until another solution presents itself." Vereesa said.
'Did fate bring us together? Is there a reason why I'm here in this world and not to Stormwind like I was supposed to go?' Vereesa wonders.
Harry nods his head in understanding. It was as if he expected the answer.
"Give me your weapons, you can keep your dagger as long as you conceal it. But the sword and bow have to be hidden for the time being." Harry said.
Vereesa was taken back. She didn't want to surrender her weapons. She would be defenseless. However, she was in a strange and different world. There was bound to be different rules here. If she could get in trouble for having her weapons, then she would make things difficult. She would ask more about it later and hope to get her weapons back later. For now, she would trust her new companion. She unbuckles the belt and hands her sword to Harry, before doing the same with her bow and quiver. Harry grabs them and puts them in his trunk.
Harry stands up and looks at her carefully. Vereesa could tell he wasn't thinking lustful thoughts but rather he was studying her. She was curious to know what he was thinking about.
"Your cloak too," Harry said.
Vereesa grabs her cloak and hands it to Harry who puts it in his trunk.
"Here put these on. They should be big enough to fit you. They don't fit me anymore. Always wonder why I kept them." Harry said.
"I have a dress," Vereesa said as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a dress with shoes.
"Those will do, do you have any way to conceal your ears?" Harry asked.
"Hold on, I can do a temporary glamor charm," Vereesa said as she pulls out a couple of earrings and holds them in her hands. When she was done, she puts on the earrings and her ears disappeared.
"There is a bathroom across from my room. Go in there to change and bring back your armor so I can put it away. It would look too suspicious if you're walking around in armor. Not to mention wearing armor has died out for nearly three centuries." Harry said.
Vereesa nods her head and walks into the bathroom to change.
Harry was putting the last of his things away and closes his trunk. Hedwig was watching him carefully.
"We're leaving Hedwig," Harry said as he opens his owl cage. "Go to the Leaky Cauldron and wait for me there. I'll be there soon." Harry said.
Hedwig lets out a screech and nibbles Harry's hand gently to let him know she understands but wants a treat afterward. Harry smiles as he pets, Hedwig. He opens the window and Hedwig flaps her wings to soar out into the night sky.
Vereesa opens the door and she stood there trying hard not to beam or look like she wanted to impress him.
Harry turns around and now he was gaping at her. If she was beautiful before, it was nothing like what she looked like now. She seemed to be even more beautiful than normal.
"Wow," Harry said as he tried hard to regain his composure and not gap at her like he was a fish in water. Not even Fleur was this beautiful. That's saying something because she had almost every guy at the Yule Ball gaping at her in stun beauty. Even Roger Davies, her date, couldn't stop himself from drooling at the sight of Fleur. Yet Vereesa, if she was at the Yule Ball, she would have every guy throwing themselves at her feet. Every girl would be jealous of Vereesa beauty. Harry would hate to see if Vereesa attempted to actually dress for the Yule Ball.
Vereesa flushed a shade of red realizing that her beauty was a problem. It's always been a problem for her. She has lost count of the number of elves and humans who threw themselves at her for her beauty.
"You look amazing," Harry said trying to sound as if he was not going to start drooling.
"Focus," Vereesa said bringing Harry back to the present task.
"Right," Harry said. Vereesa puts her armor in the trunk and Harry closes it.
With everything packed away, Harry grabs his trunks and hoists it up.
At that moment, an owl arrived and hands Harry a letter.
Seeing it was from the Ministry, Harry puts the letter on the dresser and walks out with Vereesa in tow.
They walked until they were at the park.
"Don't be alarmed," Harry said. In saying that, he waves his right arm up and with a sudden loud bang, a strange vehicle appeared.
"The Knight Bus, the best way to get to Diagon Alley," Harry said.
"Bus?" Vereesa repeated.
"Later," Harry said.
A wizard steps out and speaks.
"I'm Stan, welcome to the Knight Bus…"
"Yes, I know. We need to go to Diagon Alley." Harry said as he climbs on board with Vereesa following him.
"That will be two gallons and seven sickles," Stan said.
Harry grumbles as he pays the man.
Harry puts his trunk in the rack and holds on.
"You want to hold on," Harry said.
"Why?" Vereesa asked.
"Hit it, Ernie!" Stan said as the door closes.
"Yeah, hit it, Ernie." The Dre Head said as it was hanging on the mirror.
With a loud bang, the Knight Bus was launch forward and Vereesa and Harry were thrown from their spots as they attempted to hold on.
Author Note: I hope everyone enjoys. A much longer and better written first chapter than Magical Knight in my opinion. Pairing will be slight Harem. Vereesa, Valeera, maybe others. I hope everyone enjoys. Please like and review. Suggestions are welcome.
