Harry had done it.

He fulfilled prophecy and defeated Voldemort and his Deatheaters and became, for the second time, the savior of the wizarding world. He, along with his two faithful friends, Hermione and Ron and his sweet heart, Ginny, helped rebuild the torn community and gave hope to all. The Muggle community was pleasantly surprised with the booming industry and economic growth that it suddenly experienced. Little did they know that it was from the exponential growth from the now flourishing wizarding world. More babies were being born which lead to increase in sales and so on so forth. The stock market never looked so good nor since.

Ron and Hermione eloped, much to Molly Weasley's frustration, and went to Australia where they soon found Hermione's parents.

Harry went on to marry Ginny and the wedding was held privately on a certain beach near an old headstone. Only surrounded by close family and friends they exchanged their vows. The reception, on the other hand, was a huge gathering of well wishers, friends (new and old), and a ghost or two and was plastered onto the front page of Daily Prophet as the most wonderful event of the decade. Many who attended told their children and grandchildren of that day as being the most magical, most beautiful and most joyful day. Never was there a more beautiful couple.

Harry, due to the power of his invisibility cape, lived to see his children grow up and have children of their own who, in turn, had children of their own. He grew old with Ginny and when she had died, old yet more beautiful in his eyes than ever, he wept for days. His grandchildren performed the most beautiful eulogy at her funeral and there wasn't a dry eye in the whole congregation in the end.

When Harry came home from his great, great, great, grandchild's Hogwarts graduation, he knew it was time. He made his rounds, going from grave site to grave site not saying farewell, but a promise of seeing them again soon. His family begged him not to go but after a while they understood that he was weary and longed to be with his love again. Harry, with a sad smile, gave his invisibility cloak to his eldest. And so, surrounded by his family that had grown considerably in size, he hugged them all one last time, laid down in his bed, and closed his eyes.

And then Harry, a loving husband, a beloved father, and a doting grandfather greeted Death with a smile, as if an old friend, and went with him gladly.

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Harry lay still as he drifted. Drifted and drifted until he felt the ground turn solid underneath him. Quirking an eyebrow, he turned his head only to get jabbed in the eye with something spiky and definitely NOT part of his normal bedding.

"Bloody hell." He cried out as he held his palm to his sore eye and flicked the offending object away from himself.

Primrose must have left her toys on the bed-

Wait a second.

The pain in his eye forgotten, Harry jerk up and looked around himself. He was laying in grass. Mossy grass. Spongy mossy grass that leaves one with a nice wet patch if you have the misfortune of laying on. Which he had been.

"What the-" Harry let out a stream of curse words that would had made Ginny wash his mouth out with some of her strongest cleaning solution.

Panting a little from shock and from yelling out so loudly and long, he gathered himself and took stock of his current situation. He was standing at the base of an enormous mossy tree and wearing some sort of green linen outfit. Whoever had put him in it made sure to make it comfortable yet stylish. Well, as comfortable as it could be considering his whole back and bum was wet from laying on the wet moss.

WHO put me in this outfit? WHERE am I? And where did Death go?

Harry closed his eyes, wracked his brain and tried to remember what had taken place. He had laid down and had opened his eyes to greet Death, scythe, cowl and all, and then had exchange some British pleasantries and then...nothing.

With a huge aggravated UGH towards the sky, Harry opened his eyes to study his surroundings. A few meters over he could see and hear a small stream trickling down around the bend.

Water. Streams lead to rivers which, in turn, lead to bigger bodies of water where people live.

"Ignore the bird. Follow the river." Harry quoted sarcastically in a tremulous voice as he trudged over to the stream. He suddenly realized that the ground was way closer than he was used to..and his body didn't groan and creak like it had been for the past few decades.

This time Harry was speechless as he stared down at his small, unwrinkled and perfect hands. Seriously, even his cuticles were in perfect condition. His eyes traveled up towards his arms and he gawked. In all his years of being around magic and their capabilities, he'd never seen anything like it. Come to think of it, they look too pretty. Like girl hands. Upon further inspection of his anatomy, he breathed a sigh of relief as he confirmed that he was still male.He then rushed over to the steam and stared down at his reflection. Young. He was young again. He had a full head of hair again!

I have my hair back! Harry thought with joy as he ran his perfect and slightly feminine fingers through his black locks. Suspiciously luxurious locks. Beautiful raven locks of hair that some of his great granddaughters would have killed for. He stared down into his reflection and noticed something else that was different. His ears. He lifted his soft hair away from his ears. His ears had little points on the ends.

What the hell? I'm a goblin?

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There seem to be only a few good Elfling!Harry stories out there in the wilds of fanfiction..so I'd thought I try my hand at it. Tho this really might be the only time I ever post this certain story. Review if you like it, review if you didn't, review if you weren't particularly impressed but you feel the need to say something, and review if you don't want to..