Through The Veil- A Different World

Stories Exchanged

Healing Halls- Rivendell

Harry POV

"Who are you?"

I sigh knowing this will be a long day. I'm silent for a moment as I think about what I am going to say. I decide to trust Elrond with the truth, for from what I can see, there is magic in this world.

"My name is Harry Potter," I start, Elrond shifts but stills quickly. "I am seventeen years old, and I am a wizard."

"You are really Harry Potter?" Elrond asks quickly. I nod wondering how he knows my name. "A little over two years ago three men fell through the same archway as yourself."

I sat up quickly and dropped the fork that I had been twiddling between my fingers.

"Remus, Sirius and Severus?" I ask hopefully. Elrond nods with a small smile.

"They were in much better condition than you were though, so I assume the injuries you arrived with were sustained before you stepped through?"

"Yes," I say sadly, looking back down at my food. "Did any of them tell you the circumstances of the world we are from?"

"Yes," he nods slowly, recalling what he was told. "They told me about a war that had recently started, a continuation of one that had happened nearly fifteen years ago. They said how you were a main target against your Dark Lord, how they had been training you to fight. How they came to be in this world. I assume ether the war is over and you chose to follow you mentors, or you were forced through."

I sigh as he looks at me expectantly. I really do not wish to relive it so soon, but I realize he probably won't let it go till I tell him.

"I will not force you to tell me now young one," Elrond says shocking me. "But I will have that story eventually, but not because I want the information, but because it looks like you just finished fighting a very deadly war, everyone needs a good ear after such encounters."

I just sit silently for a moment and look at the kind man...er...elf.... before me and I think of how cliché that sounded, but also how right it is.

"After the three of them fell through the arch the war became a nightmare," I say quietly. Elrond doesn't say anything but he moves to the chair next to mine instead of across. He realizes I may need more than just a good ear for this story, but maybe a shoulder as well. "A few days after the whole incident that led to them being thrown thru a friend of mine who I had been friends with for years stopped talking to me, claiming I was 'a danger to all those I got close to'. Him and his younger sister, who at the time I fancied, started to ignore me. The rest of their family did not agree and continued to still be friends with me. But I cannot help but feel that they were right, one by one they slowly were killed."

I take a deep shuddering breath as tears run down my face as I recall the faces of Bill, Charlie, Fred George, Arthur, Percy and Molly all looking at me with haunted eyes as their life left their bodies. Each one of them having died to protect me, to make sure I fought Voldemort; that I won. I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me as I let my grief out. I had not cried since that night in the Ministry. That was the last time I let myself feel.

"Nearly two years of open war took place," I continue as I manage to pull myself together a bit, but I was still leaning against the regel elf Lord. "So many people died, and not just those who fought, children and old men, as well as Muggles. Everywhere you went in the Wizarding World you were always looking over your shoulder, never knowing what breath would be your last."