Dodge, roll, dive duck. These were the movements one Harry Potter was performing as he tried to dodge the consistent barrage of deadly spell fire which rained down upon him.

It was three days into the summer after fifth year and to say that Harry was unlucky would be an understatement, he could never just have peace, and he always had to fight for his life, and today was no exception.

He had been reading his Defence against the Dark Arts textbooks when a massive explosion had rocked the very foundations of the suburban home in Surrey, looking out of the window he had seen a shocking site; deatheaters in the dozens, all wearing white masks and black cloaks were murdering the inhabitants of Privet Drive.

Not ten minutes after that and after successfully managing to stun a few of the deatheaters from behind, he was engaged in a duel with Bellatrix Lestrange, well, not really a duel, more rather a one sided dodging match to see how long he could dodge before he was obliterated by one of the bolts of green energy which were being launched at him with abandon.

Dodging to the side once more Harry avoided a jet of red light and sent back a disarming hex at Bellatrix, it missed due to him performing the curse mid-role, but had the effect of momentarily distracting her, before the barrage of death assaulted him once more.

Before they die some Soldiers think back to all the worst times of their life, and then to those which were happier, it was in this moment when Bella hit him with a paralysing curse that he saw his life flash before his eyes, he saw his less than pleasant childhood with the Dursley's, he saw the death of his Parents, Cedric Diggory and last but not least Sirius Black, thoughts turned sour as memory's of all these deaths bared down upon his soul, judging him, weighing him as if to see if he was worthy of some magnificent gift, and then the pain lifted and all he could see in his conscious mind was the smiling faces of Ron. Hermione, Dumbledore, Ginny, Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, the list was endless and the happiness which was obtained form the scene was enough to start to radiate out of his body.

Deatheaters stopped in their tracks, members of the Order who had heard of the attack and come to protect Harry turned as well, but for different reasons than the deatheaters. While the deatheaters began to feel signs of fear the members of the order felt a strange joy begin to overpower them, they felt unstoppable.

The most interesting reaction was Bellatrix Lestrange; she had dropped her wand and was now curled into a foetal position, whimpering as if she was suffering from the effects of the Cruciatus curse, she seemed to totally disregard the looks she was getting as she slowly raised her head to look Harry in the eyes. Harry stared back into her violet eyes disgust written as plain as day all over his face.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me, I can change, please give me a chance" Bellatrix begged.

The people in the nearby vicinity looked upon the scene in total shock, here was Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the most feared women in the world, the dark Lords second in command and generally known as a Lunatic psychopath, begging for her life and redemption for her sins on her knees in front of Harry Potter, the boy she had just beaten to the ground in a duel.

However all those around them also felt the change which had taken place within Harry Potter seconds before, and were both frightened and given strength by the Power now rolling off him in waves, unmatched by anything in the History of wizard kind.

There was one in the crowd however who could understand the abrupt change even slightly, his thought drifted to the power the dark Lord knows not and he assumed this must be it, what else could it be?.

And then he felt it, a change and the power surrounding Harry magnified to levels which were rivalled by non on this plane of existence. The people around Harry began to collapse under the pressure of so much Magical energy. Albus Dumbledore watched as everyone but himself and Bellatrix, who seemed unaffected by the power, collapsed, he resisted with his magic, protecting himself with the full capacity of his amazing magical power, this however wouldn't last for long as his shield were worn down quickly until he, like those around him collapsed unconscious.

Harry however was either disregarding this or did not know of it, for he was still glaring at Bellatrix with unparallel hate.

"You ask for forgiveness, yet you deserve none, you ask for redemption, but you deserve none, you have the audacity to ask me to disregard the lives of all the helpless children you have killed" Harry thundered in a voice which did not in any way represent his own, it was amazing and powerful, like an ancient and wise King passing judgement on a sinner who had committed a terrible wrongdoing.

"You may have forgiveness Bellatrix" she looked up at him with tears in her eyes and a hopeful expression on her face "you may have forgiveness once you have redeemed yourselves in the eyes of the Valar, once you can look The Father in the eyes with honesty and regret, then you can have your forgiveness and peace Bellatrix, not before then, remember it is a long path; redemption, and many who seek it never succeed, may Manwe have mercy on your soul" and with that there appeared a blinding flash of lightning which struck the street exactly where the two figures were standing, there was a moment when two surprised faces were seen to those with keen eyesight, but then they were gone, leaving a three hundred metre deep crater in the ground and thirty remarkably unharmed bodies wearing deep red robes.

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.