Harry bent over, and picked the child up. Cradling him in his arms, Harry began to walk back to the house. He had figured that he could take in the child for the night, and then take him to the orphanage in the morning, where he'd be well cared for.
However, Harry had thought wrong. As soon as he'd taken his first step, there was a bright flash of pale blue light, and Harry felt pain like he'd never experienced. And, still holding the child, his world blacked out.
Harry blinked, slowly awakening.
'I think he's waking up,' Harry heard. It was Eil- he was sure of it. Spots of light began to appear, slowly restoring his vision.
Harry opened his eyes surprised to see that he was in his bedroom, surrounded by people, with a small infant on his lap.
"Hello," he said groggily. "What happened?"
"This little guy happened," Eil said. "He's bonded with you."
"Excuse me… what?"
"Bonded with you," repeated Eil.
"Care to explain?" Harry drawled.
Ari stepped forward. "Blaze, have you ever thought about the fact that I am technically the daughter of Eol yet I look nothing like him?"
"I just assumed you took after your mother," Harry said.
"No, I don't." Ari continued. "When an elven child is orphaned at the age of two or younger, they occasionally bond with someone. When the bond is formed, both feel immense pain and are surrounded by a bright light. This is because during the bonding, the new bond-parent's DNA is being fused into the child's body."
Harry looked down at the baby now on his lap. Before, the child had had light brown hair and blue eyes. Now, however, he had jet-black hair and emerald green eyes. Harry picked him up, and looked at him properly. He could see a lot of resemblance. The baby cooed, and Harry smiled. He had a soft spot for infants.
"So…" Harry said eventually. "I guess I can't just take him to the orphanage now."
"No," Ari agreed. "Another thing about the relationship between bond-children and their parents is that if the bond-parent refuses the child, it will die."
"What?" Harry asked, surprised.
"Children only bond with a person if they feel a connection, and trust. It seems this little one felt that with you."
Harry sighed. "Life can't be easy, can it? Looks as though I've got myself a kid. I don't know how to be father!"
"You'll do fine, Blaze." Cael said. "The kids at the orphanage love you, and they've only known you for a day."
"I guess…" Harry said. "How old is he?"
"He'll be a year old tomorrow," Cael informed him. "When we tried to take him off your lap so we could run tests on his health, we weren't able to. Every time someone touched him, they'd feel an intense shock course through their body."
"Ouch," Harry said. "So his birthday is August the third?"
"Exactly," Cael confirmed.
"Hey, Z?" Eil said. "You know you can't call this little guy 'he' or 'him' forever."
"Yeah," Zara agreed. "What are you going to call him?"
Harry thought for a moment. Everything was happening so quickly- it seemed like a dream. He had a son.
"Jamie." Harry said. "I'll name him Jamie."
"After your father?" Zara asked.
"Yeah," Harry said.
"So is his name going to be James or just 'Jamie'?"
Harry thought for a minute.
"James, but called Jamie." He said.
"Well, he needs a proper Elven middle name!" exclaimed Cael.
"And maybe a Wizarding middle name too?" suggested Eil.
"Partially after Ayden?" asked Zara.
"Yeah. He was a great trainer. I respected him a lot. But I like 'Aiden' better. And for a Wizarding middle name… I think… Tyler."
"Why Tyler?" asked Eil.
"When I was five, I had a friend named Tyler at school. Because Dudley had threatened to beat up anyone who was friends with me, I only had two. Tyler and Madeline. They were twins, and my best friends. But they moved away after I turned six."
In an attempt to lighten the mood, Zara spoke up. "So then it's Jamie Aiden Tyler?"
"Yes." Harry said, smiling. "James Aiden Tyler. I like it."
"Me too," agreed Ari, followed by everyone else in the room.
"He's so cute!" Zara exclaimed. "Can I hold him?"
"No, Zar. Not for at least a day." Ari said.
Harry cradled Jamie in his arms. "I guess it's time I moved out."
"Why would you want to do that?" Ari asked.
"With Jamie, I'd be imposing on you guys too much. And I'll be expected to move into the palace after I'm coronated. So I might as well just move now, right?"
"Well, I insist that you stay at least a few more days while we arrange the Master Suite in the palace to be prepared for you." Cael said.
"Oh, I don't want the Master Suite." Harry said. "I was thinking more like a room that hadn't been used as much, in a quieter part of the palace."
"Nonsense," Eol said, as Harry realized for the first time that he was there. "Every king in the history of Elven history has resided in the Master Suite, and as your Councilor of Public Issues, I assure you that if you do not stay in the Master Suite there will be many 'Public Issues' to deal with. People will be offended! Besides, you know that there is no 'quieter' part of the castle than the master suite and…"
"Fine!" Harry interrupted, amused. "You win." Harry shifted in the bed, and moved Jamie to the other arm. He smiled down at his son. His son. Harry still couldn't believe it. He had a son. Seventeen years old by Elven standards, and he was a father. His head was felt like it was spinning.
'What is Ginny going to think?' Harry thought, suddenly feeling light-headed. 'Nothing is ever going to be the same ever again. When I get back to the Wizarding World, I'll be King of the Elven Realm and a father. When did my life get so complicated?'
Harry then decided that because he couldn't change what had happened, he might as well accept it. 'At least it isn't a bad thing', he thought.
"I'm going to need some things." Harry said. "A crib, clothes, diapers, you know. Where can I get it?"
"I've got Karo's old stuff. I think we've still got his crib up in the attic. Also, I think we've got a dresser, changing table, and a bassinet. You can have them."
"Really?" Harry said, brightening. "That'd be great!"
"And I'll take you shopping for clothing later this afternoon, after your magical stores are fully recovered."
"No problem. Anything for my favorite nephew."
"Only nephew," Harry scoffed. "What time is it anyway?"
"Two-thirty in the afternoon," Zara said. "The bonding took a lot out of you."
"So when can we go shopping? Jamie needs clothes, among other things."
"You should rest for another hour." Ari advised. "I'll take you shopping at three-thirty."
"Can I get something to eat?" Harry asked. "And something for Jamie to eat? Who knows when the last time he ate was… Come to think of it, what was he doing outside, alone, in the middle of the night?"
"When we preformed the tests on him, it showed that he'd been alone outside for approximately two days. We are inclined to believe that his parents died in the attack and that he was somewhere else during."
"He survived two days alone on the streets?"
"This one is so cute!" Zara exclaimed, holding up a pair of demim overalls and a white T-shirt. "I love muggle clothes!"
Ari had allowed Zara to come shopping with her, Harry, and Jamie. They'd gone directly to the major clothing store in the Elven Realm. Loosely translated, the name of the store was Liana's Boutique. They specialized in both Muggle and Elven clothing, and carried sizes for every age.
"Get it," Harry said. "I can quick teleport to the Wizarding World and make a withdrawal from my Gringotts vault to pay for everything. Even though I'll have to be very discreet. But believe me, money is NOT an option."
"Cool," Zara said. "In that case, I like this too." She showed Harry a pair of blue pajamas, and added it to the quickly growing pile of clothes that they would be purchasing.
"I wish you had a little girl too," Ari said. "I love buying little dresses."
Harry laughed. "Well you're not buying Jamie any dresses. I don't think he'd appreciate it when he got older. Would you Jame?" Harry said, smiling down at his son, who giggled in response.
"Fine," Ari said, laughing. "No dresses. But how about this incredibly cute robe?"
"That would be fine." Harry said, still amused.
By the time the girls were done picking out everything in the store that they dubbed 'cute', Harry had a massive pile of clothing in the canvas shopping bag that he was carrying in his left hand. Jamie had fallen asleep and was currently cradled in Harry's right arm.
"Zara? Can you hold Jamie for a few minutes? I need to go to Gringotts, and I don't want to teleport with him."
"Sure, Z." Zara took the sleeping baby from Harry, who then dissolved into thin air.
He reappeared in the lobby of Gringotts, heavily disguised. Harry made himself look like Eil had before they had taken the glamour charms off. He walked up to the counter, and asked to speak to Griphook. He figured that since the goblin had been nice to him before (by goblin standards, of course) that Griphook might be able to help him out.
Griphook came out, and Harry requested a private room. He was led back behind a counter, through a door that led to a long hallway, and into the third door on the left.
"Do you have your key?" asked Griphook. "I'll need it for identification purposes."
"Oh, yes." Harry pulled his key out of his cloak's pocket where he had placed it that morning. Griphook examined it, then looked up.
"Mr. Potter?" he said, his eyes wide. It was quite a comical look for a goblin.
"Yeah, that would be me."
"You are aware that the Wizarding World is practically in turmoil, aren't you? You just disappeared off the face of the Earth. At first they'd believed that you'd been taken to some Miracle Cure facility to heal from your injuries, but later learned that you were nowhere to be found. They're lost without their hero." Griphook stated casually, not a waver in his voice.
"The problem is, Griphook, that where I've been… I have to go back. I can't really give you any details, but I'm needed there even more than I'm needed here. Besides, being there is the only chance that I have of defeating Voldemort. I know it sounds crazy, but trust me. I'll be back."
"So, what is your business here?" the goblin asked, reverting back to the business end of things.
"I need to make a significant withdrawal from my account." Harry said, and Griphook nodded. "And, um, please don't tell anyone I was here?"
"You have my word."
Once Harry was back in the Elven realm, he had Zara run down to the bank to change the money he had withdrawn in for Elven currency. He paid for the clothing, and then they headed over to Elven Infants to buy other necessities.
Two hours later, he'd bought about 1036 galleons worth of baby supplies, which was the equivalent of about $5,000 in U.S. Muggle money, or roughly £2637. Harry was exhausted. He took Jamie back to his small apartment in Cael's house. The infant was giggling happily, now dressed in a white tank top with a muggle Hawaiian shirt over it and a pair of khakis.
Harry quickly set up the playpen he'd bought for Jamie, and placed a few carefully chosen toys in it for him to play with. He put Jamie in the playpen, and then set about assembling the crib, changing table, and dresser and putting all of the clothes that he had bought in the dresser. He could have done it magically, and had everything set up in less than a minute, but sometimes Harry preferred to do things the Muggle way. He didn't like the idea of becoming too dependent on his magic.
As Harry assembled the crib and listened to Jamie giggling over in his playpen, he thought about his friends back in the Wizarding World. Especially Ginny- what would she think about him having a kid? Harry had decided earlier that being a father might not be the worst thing in the world. In fact, he loved Jamie, and was glad to be his father. The only reservations that he had were that Jamie wouldn't be safe with him- he was Voldemort's Number One target in the Wizarding World, and now the Dark Elves target as well.
Harry finished setting up the crib, and put the mattress in it. He put sheets and pillows inside, along with some carefully chosen toys and set Jamie down for a nap, placing silencing charms around the crib so that Jamie would not be awoken by the noises of Harry assembling the rest of his furniture. Harry finished assembling everything within a half an hour.
Harry picked up a baby monitor and attached it to the crib, lowering the silencing charms. Then he picked up the other baby monitor that was connected magically to the one in the crib, shrunk it, and stuck it in his pocket. It would vibrate if it picked up any noise, and then Harry could press a button and be able to hear what was going on upstairs.
He silently left the room, shutting the door behind him, and went down to the kitchen to sneak a bite to eat. Everyone was out at dinner, but Harry had declined to go. He knew that he probably should, but he didn't want to drag Jamie with him on the first night- Jamie was still a little bit weak from the bonding. His magical reserves were not as strong as Harry's due to his age.
When Harry entered the kitchen, he was surprised to find that Eil was sitting at the table.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, glad that his friend was there. He grabbed some food and sat down at the table.
"I decided to stay behind. I didn't really feel like going to dinner tonight, and I figured you might want some company."
"Thanks, bro." Harry said. "I appreciate it."
"You know," Eil said. "Its still weird hearing you call me 'bro'. Don't get me wrong- I love it. I am really glad that we've been bonded as brothers. I mean, I've known you for a year, right? But it seems like I've known you for so much longer. Even before the spell bonded us, I've thought of you as like a brother. It's just weird knowing that now we actually, physically, are."
"I know what you mean!" Harry exclaimed. "Its wild, isn't it. Did you realize that you are an Uncle?"
"Nope, I didn't think about it like that. But I suppose that if my brother has a son, I would obviously be its uncle."
Harry laughed. "I wanted to ask you something."
"Will you be Jamie's godfather?"
Eil was taken aback. This was the last question he'd expected. However, he quickly recovered.
"Yes!" he exclaimed. "I mean, yeah, that sounds cool."
Harry laughed. "I hoped you'd say yes."
"But I didn't expect you to ask."
"Really? Why not?"
"I don't know, I just didn't."
Harry and Eil continued talking for a while, until Ari came home, explaining that the others would be along in a minute.
"Hello, Blaze, dear," said Ari, reminding Harry of Mrs. Weasley. It was surprising how many things in the Elven realm reminded him of home. It was perhaps at this very moment that Harry realized just how much he missed the Wizarding World. In particular, Ginny. Harry understood that when he got back, things probably wouldn't be the same as they were before. His relationship with Ginny could very well be over, as he now had a kid, and was to be the King of the Elven Realm. It was a lot of baggage, and Harry acknowledged that if he were Ginny, he wouldn't want to have to deal with it. He might have had his childhood ripped from him, but it wasn't fair to Ginny to force her to do the same.
"Hello Aunt Ari," replied Harry. "How was dinner?"
"Fine," she said. "Everyone was looking for you, though."
"Did news get out about exactly why I wasn't there?"
"No- they only know that you weren't there because of 'personal problems'. Won't they be surprised…"
"Oh well," Harry said. "They should learn not to be so surprised of everything. With me, nothing's ever normal."
Eil laughed. "Too true."
The baby monitor went off. Jamie was crying.
"Be right back," Harry said, heading up the stairs. He found Jamie standing in his crib, his eyes filled with tears. When he saw Harry, he immediately stopped crying.
"Daddy!" he exclaimed. Harry was taken aback, but in a good way. He couldn't believe that Jamie was calling him 'Daddy' this soon.
"Hey Jamie," he said picking him up. "How about we go downstairs?"
"Yay!" he exclaimed. "No nap."
Harry had no clue that he knew that many words. Then again, he was clueless when it came to babies. They headed down the stairs, and were greeted at the bottom by a room full of people.
"Hey Z!" exclaimed Zara.
"How was dinner?" Harry asked.
"Quite interesting. Everyone was talking about you."
"Great…" Harry sighed.
"Daddy!" exclaimed Jamie.
He babbled a bit, and then said "Down."
"You got it," Harry said, setting him down on the floor. "Were there any rumors?"
"Not really- it definitely hasn't gotten out yet," replied Ari.
"I guess that's good, but we'll have to come out with it eventually. What do you think Eol?"
Harry's grandfather paused for a moment. "I think that sooner is better than later. If people think that you are keeping secrets…"
"I understand," replied Harry, looking down at Jamie who was crawling on the floor, giggling. "When?"
"Press conference- tomorrow morning," Eol replied with a definite tone. "We'll have the announcement put out on the EVT tonight."
"Alright," Harry said, still watching Jamie who had gotten to his feet and was running clumsily around the room. "Hey Jamie, calm down."
"Okay daddy!" he exclaimed as he pulled on Harry's leg. "Up!"
"You're going to wear me out, you know that?" he told Jamie as he lifted him up.
"Yep!" the one-year-old replied.
The next day, Harry was up at 5:00 a.m. to complete his morning workout before the press conference. He took the still-sleeping Jamie and walked to the training center (he could have teleported, but wasn't sure if it would affect Jamie in any way). He conjured a crib and placed a complex shielding charm around it, as well as a spell that would alert him if Jamie awoke or somehow managed to get out of the crib while his back was turned. He ran for ten minutes, did 75 sit-ups, then 30 pull-ups, and ten minutes of weight lifting, and ended with a two-mile jog. His routine had changed slightly when his previous one became too easy. After he had completed all this, he walked back to Jamie's crib.
Jamie was still sound asleep. Harry let the charms on the crib lapse, and picked up his son. He set out for the house, and on the walk there, Jamie awoke.
"Daddy!" he exclaimed.
"Hey Jamie! Happy Birthday! Did you have a good sleep?"
"Yep, yep, yep! Not tired! No nap!"
"No nap," Harry agreed. Then something hit him- he'd been speaking Elven so long, it sounded like English to him. Jamie was definitely speaking in Elven though, which would be a problem when they got back to the Wizarding World. He had to figure out how to make Jamie bi-lingual, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be understood when he got back to Hogwarts.
Deciding to think on the matter later, Harry shook the thought from his mind. He reached Cael and Ari's house, and went up to his room. One glance at the clock told him that he had a half an hour before the press conference.
"Hey Jamie," he said. "Look at this!" He had conjured a bauble that changed colors and bounced around the room. He remembered seeing one at one point at Hogwarts, and thought Jamie would like it. He was right. Jamie giggled as the ball turned from clear to light blue and began going through a cycle of colors as it bounced harmlessly around the room.
Harry conjured a second bauble and that began to bounce around the room as well. Jamie giggled even harder, and began clapping his hands together.
Harry smiled. Life was definitely becoming more and more interesting. But he couldn't help but think of Ginny and how much had happened since he had last seen her. Suddenly, he realized how much he needed her. It was killing him that he couldn't see her because of all of the training that he was supposed to be doing. Although he was extremely powerful, a level 16 elemental mage, he still wasn't ready to fight Voldemort and his many followers. Even his powers had limits, and he still wasn't ready emotional for the long struggle ahead of him. Since coming to the Elven Realm, more and more responsibility was being placed on his shoulders. Not only was he the only person who could rid the Wizarding World of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, he was now faced with waging a war on the Dark Elves who had just days ago attacked the Realm. He was also about to become the King of the entire Elven Realm, and now he had a son. Harry felt his life began to spin out of control for a second, and then took a deep breath and let it out. Now calmed, he knew what he had to do.
He was going to see Ginny.
A/N: I truly apologize for the over-a-year wait on the update. My life has been crazy, and I've had several family emergencies. I also got a severe case of writers block, as shown by this chapter- which is not very good at all. I almost didn't post it at all, but I had to because it is sort of a set up chapter for what is to come. Hopefully, if you still would like me to continue this story, I will be able to get updates out much more frequently. So let me know what you think, and if you have any plot ideas for me, feel free to throw them my way. Thanks for reading, and please review!
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