Through The Veil- A Different World

Arrival

Rivendell

In an old court yard of stone on the outskirts of Rivendell stood an archway of stone. There was nothing in the arch, most of the inhabitants of Rivendell have forgotten the purpose of such an ancient piece. Though a few have not, these are Elrond and his children as well as Glorfindel, and the Wizard Gandalf the Grey. Two years ago Elrond and Gandalf had been shocked at the arrival of three strange men from through the veil, for no one had come through in an age. So when Harry Potter feel through the same archway two years later followed by a phoenix Elrond was completely surprised.

Elrond had been walking through the woods along the old abandoned houses on the edge of Rivendell when he passed by the courtyard of stone. He looked over expecting to see nothing there except the old archway, he did not expect to see a young man unconscious in front of the arch with a flame red bird trilling softly trying to wake him.

Elrond POV

I was stunned for a moment before a particularly loud trill from the strange bird got me moving, my healers instincts coming to the front of my mind. I looked over the young man and noticed that he had several large cuts as well as showed that he has been malnourished most of his life. Nothing that was urgently calling for my attention, I decided to take him back to the healing house before I did anything to him. I bent over and gently picked him up so that I wouldn't aggravate his wounds. The bird has been watching me warily since I walked over, and decided to land on my shoulder to stay with the boy.

I turn and start making my way back towards the healing house when I hear a grown and feel the young man begin to stir. I slow my pace down as to not startle the boy.

"Where am I?" he mumbles as he turns his head into my chest. I chuckle at his childlike movement. His eyes suddenly snap open and he looks at me with a pair of the most amazing green eyes I have ever seen. "Who are you?"

He starts to struggle slightly and I stop completely before I answer the half aware young man;

"My name is Elrond and you are in Rivendell," I say softly so not to startle the teen. "You came through the stone archway in a courtyard here. You are badly hurt and I wish to heal you before we discuss any details."

The raven haired you looks at me for a long moment before he nods and settles back into my arms. He then gives a small jerk when he sees the bird sitting on my shoulder.

"Fawkes?" he asks softly and the bird gives a happy trill at him. He smiles softly at the bird that I now know is called Fawkes. "You didn't have to follow me through."

He said that with such sad eyes. The bird looks at him and flitters down to sit on his stomach. Fawkes looks deep within the eyes of the boy. They stare at each other for a moment before a glow encompasses both of them and the boy gasps. I look on curiously afraid to move and ruin what looks to be an important event between man and creature.

The bird gives another happy trill as the glow dies and he takes flight once more. He is engulfed in red flame and I was ready to cry out but as soon as it started it stopped. The bird was still there but looked more powerful and stronger. I look down at the boy in my arms to see him asleep.

I start to walk towards the healing halls once more, this time the bird followed in the air. As I entered the main building within Rivendell I received some curious look as to who I was carrying and the bird that was following me. As I turned to the wing that held the healing hall a young maid stepped over and opened the large wooden door that separated the healing hall to the rest of the building. I quickly found an empty room and placed the slumbering boy on the bed, I left the room to retrieve my supplies. When I returned I started the long processes of healing the damaged boy on the bed.

Harry POV

The last thing I remember is stepping through the Veil in the department of mysteries, then I am waking up in the arms of what my pain riddled mind thought of as an angel. I don't remember much from that time awake, only that the man's name is Elrond, I am in someplace called Rivendell and Fawkes is somehow now bonded to me.

The next time I woke the first thing I realized is that I was in a soft bed, the second was that I was no longer in pain, and third is that I was not alone. I realized that the man was asleep and looked towards the window to see that the sun was just coming over the horizon. I looked back at the man and recognized him as the one who was carrying me yesterday, Elrond he said his name was. I take the chance to actually study the man who probably saved my life.

He was tall, at least 6 feet, his hair was a chocolate brown and fell a few inches below his shoulders. His hair was falling in his face so I could not get a clear look at his features. He was dressed in a long flowing robe of a brilliant blue color, there was a slight shimmer of silver suggesting that it had silver thread sown in. As I was looking the man over I failed to realize that he had woken so when I hear him chuckle I nearly fall out of the bed, as a blush covers my face.

"I am sorry," Elrond says in a melodic voice that immediately relaxes me. "I did not mean to startle you. It just never ceases to amuse me when a human meets an elf for the first time."

"Elf?" I question in shock.

"Yes," Elrond nods. "I am an Elf. My name is Elrond Half-Elven, Lord of Rivendell. You were severely injured when I found you yesterday in the courtyard."

"L-lord?" I squeak, I was in the presence of a lord. Brilliant. And he was the one to find me and carry me here. He chuckles again.

"Yes child, I am the lord of this haven," he smiled. "I am also its best healer. Speaking of which, how are you feeling?"

I stare at him a moment before his question registers; "Oh, I feel much better. I am no longer in pain, though I am still sore and tiered."

He nods; "Yes, that is to be expected. You had many series wounds; I was able to fully heal most of them, though several will scar permanently. I have several questions if you feel up to answering them. They are about how you came here and why."

I nod my head in acceptance then blush as my stomach rumbles very loudly. I then remember that I had not eaten since the beginning of the final battle nearly four days before hand, and that was only a small bowl of soup.

"How about we eat as we speak then?" Lord Elrond asks. I blush harder and nod.

I move to stand and as I place my feet on the floor I realize that I am in different clothes than the ones I arrived in. I look around and spot my wand laying on the dresser.

"Yes, I had to change you into clean clothes when I had finished healing you," The Elf said as if reading my mind. "That bird of yours brought that wand in when I was finishing cleaning your wounds. He placed it over there and I have not touched it."

"Thank you," I say softly, and by the look in his eyes Elrond knew that I was thanking him for everything. Taking me in, healing me, and now feeding me. I walked over to the dresser and picked it up, the familiar warmth of it went up my arm as I held it. I gave it a small flick, and red and gold lights shoot out of the end. I smile as I see that my wrist holder was also sitting there. I strap it to my arm and slip the wand in, though I doubt that I will need it, it is nice to have the familiar weight sitting on my arm. The whole time Elrond was standing at the foot of the bed in silence, allowing me my moment to ground myself.

He walks over to the door and opens it and motions me a head of him. I slowly walk out of the room and wait for him in the hall. We walk in silence towards a small dinning area that I later learned was still within the healing halls. As we walk I look around and marvel at the amazing architect of Rivendell. It was truly beautiful.

As we sit down and a young female elf brings us food Lord Elrond asks his first question;

"Who are you?"