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Meeting The Valar
Harry slowly came out of his state of blackness; he could see faint white images moving about his person, they were beings of power so pure and powerful that they made him, even after his previous display, look like a small boy next to a grown man.
Opening his eyes full he was surprised to find the light didn't clear, instead it became brighter.
Looking to the side he saw Bellatrix, she too was searching the area, trying to see something in the endless white laid out before them.
"Welcome Harry James Potter" Harry looked around trying to see the owner of the mysterious and breathtakingly powerful voice, however he did not speak, he had not been permitted to yet. "Welcome Bellatrix Black" Bellatrix reciprocated his previous actions, they had the same results.
"You have been brought forth to this plan of existence to be measured, to be weighed and if and only of if you are found worthy, then you will be given a second chance at life. Harry Potter, a hard life you have lead, one, which despite the loss of loved ones has remained pure and Noble, you have been found worthy" there was a pause in which time he noticed that Bellatrix had paled dramatically, the voice spoke after what seemed a couple of minutes later. "Bellatrix Black, you have also led a hard life, the path of darkness you took, and you ambitions and pride led to your downfall, yet after this you have seen the error of your ways, you are prepared to die in order to redeem yourself, yet despite this the death of yourself would not nearly equal the sum of those which you killed, you know this and it is for that reason why you are to pass, you have been given another chance at life Bellatrix Black, use it wisely this time" Bellatrix had tears streaming down her cheeks at these words but was not given time to say anything as the powerful voice spoke once more.
"Harry Potter you are to go by the name Elerossë Tinehtelë, you will be of the race of the Night Elves, the first of your kind to exist anywhere on either world" the voice faded away and then appeared again moments later. "Bellatrix Black you will go by the name of Failariël Culnámo, a night elf you will be also, the second of you kind you shall be, may you long protect your people" and then out of the light came a small host of people, they were strange looking, slightly tanned skin and black hair, they all had muscled bodies and looked unbelievably strong.
They approached dressed in robes of pure white, when they got to within reach of Harry and Bellatrix they stopped and fell as one, in a display of remarkable synchronisation. They then spoke as one.
"Hail Elerossë Tinehtelë, may he ever be the protector of our kind" they then turned to Bellatrix and chanted in unison "Hail Failariël Culnámo, may she ever be the Mother of our kind" All was silent as Harry and Bellatrix stared at the strange people, but then, when he felt the dire need to say something, the intensity of the white light surrounding them increased, and the last thing which he heard before the void ceased him once more was a disembodied voice wishing him luck.
Harry slowly came out of his state of blackness; he could see faint white images moving about his person, they were beings of power so pure and powerful that they made him, even after his previous display, look like a small boy next to a grown man.
Opening his eyes full he was surprised to find the light didn't clear, instead it became brighter.
Looking to the side he saw Bellatrix, she too was searching the area, trying to see something in the endless white laid out before them.
"Welcome Harry James Potter" Harry looked around trying to see the owner of the mysterious and breathtakingly powerful voice, however he did not speak, he had not been permitted to yet. "Welcome Bellatrix Black" Bellatrix reciprocated his previous actions, they had the same results.
"You have been brought forth to this plan of existence to be measured, to be weighed and if and only of if you are found worthy, then you will be given a second chance at life. Harry Potter, a hard life you have lead, one, which despite the loss of loved ones has remained pure and Noble, you have been found worthy" there was a pause in which time he noticed that Bellatrix had paled dramatically, the voice spoke after what seemed a couple of minutes later. "Bellatrix Black, you have also led a hard life, the path of darkness you took, and you ambitions and pride led to your downfall, yet after this you have seen the error of your ways, you are prepared to die in order to redeem yourself, yet despite this the death of yourself would not nearly equal the sum of those which you killed, you know this and it is for that reason why you are to pass, you have been given another chance at life Bellatrix Black, use it wisely this time" Bellatrix had tears streaming down her cheeks at these words but was not given time to say anything as the powerful voice spoke once more.
"Harry Potter you are to go by the name Elerossë Tinehtelë, you will be of the race of the Night Elves, the first of your kind to exist anywhere on either world" the voice faded away and then appeared again moments later. "Bellatrix Black you will go by the name of Failariël Culnámo, a night elf you will be also, the second of you kind you shall be, may you long protect your people" and then out of the light came a small host of people, they were strange looking, slightly tanned skin and black hair, they all had muscled bodies and looked unbelievably strong.
They approached dressed in robes of pure white, when they got to within reach of Harry and Bellatrix they stopped and fell as one, in a display of remarkable synchronisation. They then spoke as one.
"Hail Elerossë Tinehtelë, may he ever be the protector of our kind" they then turned to Bellatrix and chanted in unison "Hail Failariël Culnámo, may she ever be the Mother of our kind" All was silent as Harry and Bellatrix stared at the strange people, but then, when he felt the dire need to say something, the intensity of the white light surrounding them increased, and the last thing which he heard before the void ceased him once more was a disembodied voice wishing him luck.
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