The Next Great Adventure of Elfling Harry

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He was sitting down in a field of flowers, beautiful and bountiful as far as an eye can see. Different types of flowers he unconsciously knew the names of littered around him in an enticing view as they bloomed and gently sway in the tuned of silent music delivered by the wind. His little fingers clutch the treasured flute his first friend Hagrid gave long ago in a world he barely remembered. A fleeting question whispered ' Where am I? ' barely noticing that he was the only person in the area and that the wariness and paranoia he always felt - before and after the war - was absent in this strangely beautiful dream he found himself in.

And it is a dream, was it not?

Closing his eyes, he lifted the flute to his lips and started to play a melodious and playful song - while in the back of his mind a confused thought lingered knowing he had never even known how to play this instrument - yet he found his chubby fingers gracefully pressing down on the right holes to match the upbeat songs he alone beautifully play.

As he concentrated his new found love and apperciation of his newly discovered talent; he failed to notice that another person was avidly and proudly watching him from the start of his performance. It is not until that a low gravelly yet powerful voice awaken him from his fevered playing did he realise another person had joined him in his isolated dream. Though feeling the sudden glee and pure hapiness at seeing the person took him aback - knowing that feeling this kind of hapiness in the last 17 years of his life are few and far in between made him leery at who this person was to invoke such an intense reaction from him -. His little body couldn't help squealing and giggling as he stood up on trembling legs. Waddling towards the mysterious blurry figure the powerful voice only stated in a proud yet calm tone.

" Well done my little Daechir* ".

And then large hands was gently lifting him through the air earning a joyful squeal again before being settled onto a powerful torso. But before he could settle his bright green eyes on the stranger.......

Harry Potter woke up violently from his sleep.

That goddamn cryptic and creepy dream again! Why was he being plague of it repeatedly ? This was going on for a year now and he can't help but feel helpless at seeing the same dream week after week, month after month.....When will this creepy as fuck dream will end?

' What the actual fuck? ' was his only thought before the image of Dobby fretting ' that the Great Harry Potter falling down on his magnificent bed was Dobby's fault '. Ugh, its way too early to deal with his friend's insecurity. So even if he was sprawled ungracefully on the floor, Harry gently rebuked Dobby offering to punish himself for failing him again.

" Just.... deliver me a nice breakfast Dobby and in return never punish yourself again because really....its not a big deal falling out of my bed ", Harry calmly stated as he climbed back on his bed. He could blearily see Dobby nodding frantically and saluting at him before popping off to do what he said.

Feeling a head ache building up, he gently massaged his temple in an effort to get rid of it before it fully pain him. Luckily the throbing in his temple reduces to a mere tick before he shrugged it off. Grabbing his glasess in the drawer on his bedside cabinet, Harry sighed relieved at seeing his sorroundings with a clear sight. Finding out that his prescription is faulty at best thanks to his despicable relatives forcing him to wear glasses - that his Aunt Petunia got from a charity bin - resulting in him having a damaged sight with a much higher optic grade.

Snorting at his maudlin thoughts, he shook his head to get rid of the way his thoughts straying to his much hated relatives.

Thanfully, Dobby popped back again to deliver his much awaited breakfast and he happily enjoyed his friend's cooking, much to the house elf delight. With him relishing his food, he stared transfixed and embarrased at how Dobby gleefully cleaned his way too untidy room. He couldn't remember being this messy from the Dursleys and Hogwarts. Could it be having his own Castle and house elves to cater to his whims made him lazy when he isolated himself a year ago?