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Everything he deserves

Sapientia

Summary:

The very Moment Harry was left at the doorstep of Number four, Privet drive, the protection of his mother and his own, already powerful magical core, did their duty. As the main reason of their existence was to protect Harry, they sent him away, to a place where he would be provided with love, a family, and - most importantly - the childhood he deserved. One question remains however: When the time comes, will he fight for what he left behind?

Notes:

Hello human beings who are reading this ;)

This is going to be a Harry Potter / Lord of the Rings Crossover Fanfic (surprise...). I have read all of the Lord of the Rings Books, and the hobbit, though not the original English version. I sadly don't possess that wonderful work of art, only the translated edition. I have read all of the Harry Potter Books and I'm fairly sure you could call me a fanatic. I've been watching all of the movies in both series, but I like the books better, and thus will take those as canon.

So, I thought, that maybe there were some people interested in my ideas. I'm really sorry, if there are any similarities to other fanfictions. If there are, I didn't plan on it.

Any similarities between a character of mine and an actual person (living or not) are written unintentionally and not on purpose.

 

!There will be violence. When it gets really brutal, I will warn you at the beginning of the chapter. Please look out for that if you don't like these kinds of scenes!

 

I have to admit that English is only my second language. But I do have a beta-reader so my English shouldn't be too terrible.

I'm not always going on canon-Pairings, but I will do it a lot. Harry/Ginny will be an important part of the story.

I will be updating as often as it is possible for me. I'm in a very stressful phase just before High-school graduation, and have to invest a lot of my free time in school, leaving my hobbies unattended.

I own neither Lord of the Rings, nor Harry Potter, as if I did, I would be rich and famous and not writing Fanfictions to satisfy my little Fangirl-heart. If there are any similarities between phrases in my story and the Books of either series, it's probably not mine, but borrowed.

Italic written phrases will most likely be Sindarin, except for the HP-quote in the beginning. I just marked it to make clear, what is part of the book.

Yeah, that's pretty much all information I give to give you. Future notes won't be this long, sorry you had to endure this. Enjoy :D

Chapter 1: Arrival - Prologue

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"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone. A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on.

(Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone, Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived)

 

 

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Harry may not have been aware of the fact that right at this moment, remaining Death Eaters were trying to reach the Dursleys' house. He may also not have been aware of the fact that his relatives would be treating him as badly as possible from his first day with them should they have taken him in.

The protection of his mother however, as well as his own powerful magical core, knew all of these things. As they were both there for a main reason – to protect Harry – the two mighty, magical forces did what you could call accidental magic. They brought him far away to a safe place, a place where he would be given love and protection, where he would be prepared for his destiny. His destiny to fight.

If somebody in Privet Drive had, for whatever reason, been looking outside the window at this particular time, they would have seen nothing but darkness, for in front of Number Four was a hole that swallowed every bit of light. It was through this very hole that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was transported, without ever being woken. In fact, Harry had a rather pleasant dream involving his father, godfather and his fabulous toy-broomstick. When he finally landed on damp leaves over a mossy ground, he merely turned around in his blankets, sleepily wondering why his mummy hadn't stood up after that strange snake-man was gone.

 

 

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A lone Elf wandering around was not an unfamiliar sight in Mirkwood. What was an unfamiliar sight in Mirkwood, however, was that this Elf was wandering around alone, for this Elf was Legolas, the Elven Prince of Mirkwood, and he was usually surrounded by a great amount of friends. However, today, Legolas had felt like going out alone. It was nearly as if a voice was calling out to him. What he didn't know, was that there was indeed a voice calling for him—as much as Harry's magic could have a voice.

Curious about the source of this feeling, Legolas had sneaked out before anyone else was awake to ensure that he would be truly alone. All his senses on high alert, and he recognised everything as normal as it could be in a place where Elves live. But wait… did he just hear a child? A sobbing child? Cautious, he crept nearer. Maybe this was some sort of trick? But no—he saw it. There in the middle of his favourite glade lay a bundle of strangely coloured blankets that was, without doubt, moving.

Concern for an innocent life, as well as curiosity overtook his mind. With light steps, he approached the little thing and took a look at it. It looked and sounded like it belonged to the race of Men. No pointed ears in sight. The child's eyes were closed, and his mouth was wide open in a scream of desperation.

'Who could be cruel enough, to leave a toddler alone in Mirkwood, when the spiders are no longer remaining in their former territory? Who would leave this poor, innocent child alone in the wilderness?' Legolas' heart ached at the mere thought of leaving him there on the cold ground with no one to comfort him. Carefully, he took the bundle in his arms and tried to remember everything he had ever heard of handling babies.

There hadn't been children amongst the elves for many decades, so he did not have practical experience. He had to rely on his theoretical knowledge. He should probably give the child to one of the more aged Elves who had the honour of raising an elven child. Yes, that would be the best for himself and the child. However, as he gently rocked the baby in his arms, all his plans faded into nothingness when the small child stopped crying and opened his eyes. They were of a brilliant, emerald green, and just so pure and innocent, Legolas was sure he had never seen anything like this child. And yet, there seemed something odd about the way it looked at him. It was almost as if it had already seen great agony and suffered more than any child at this age should have.

Legolas knew that the moment he saw into this eyes, there was no way he would let himself be separated from this boy. Even if it would mean learning how to change diapers. His eyes fell on the floor and Legolas was startled to see a letter lying there on the damp mossy ground. He shrugged before he reached down with the baby still in his arms. The little boy let out a squeal of joy as soon as Legolas had moved. He obviously liked being up there. A small hand tried to grab his long hair and he barely had time to bring it to safety.

The little child disapproved. It made a face and whimpered something that sounded like: 'Pafoo, Hawy hav hair!' Legolas didn't really understand this baby-language. He wasn't that fluent in the common-tongue either, so there was no point trying to understand the meaning of this.

"Do not worry, little one. No harm shall come near you." 

He looked around on the glade for a bit, looking for a sign of life nearby, but when he found no signs of anything or anyone who could have possibly left a human toddler here, he shrugged and turned to go back home. Faster than he had arrived– as well as much more careful – Legolas made his way back home.

As it was still too early for breakfast, Legolas knew that his father would be in his study, so without hesitation, he made his way to his father's favourite room. He knocked hurriedly and opened the door without waiting for a proper "come in". Legolas had expected many situations in which he might have found his father, but one thing he hadn't thought of was the presence of Mithrandir. Both of them had huge maps spread out on the table and were looking at him in surprise, as if they were having an important discussion. Legolas gulped and stepped into the room. He couldn't go back now, not that he had already disturbed them.

"Legolas, what a pleasant surprise!"

Well, good, the Istar didn't seem to be upset by his sudden appearance.

"Legolas, join us. What is it that you carry in your arms?" 

Legolas nearly let out a sigh of relief. His father wasn't upset either. That was good.

"I found a small child, not much more than a toddler, alone in the forest, with only this envelope next to him. There was no sign of anybody who could have brought him there."

"Let me see him."

Legolas hesitated for a moment and felt the strong urge to never let go of the child – it looked so fragile, as if it could break if you made one wrong move, but then he thought better of it. His father had to have at least some experience – maybe even a little more than some - with babies. He was his father after all. He gave the toddler, who had been playing with his hair, to his father. The Istar looked concerned over Thranduil's shoulder, straight at the Baby.

"I feel something evil around this child. But when I look in his eyes, he is innocent. How very curious."

Legolas watched as his father reached out with his hand to put away the corner of the blanket that covered the child's forehead. Both elder men gasped at whatever was revealed to them. Legolas sight was blocked by Mithrandir so he couldn't see what caused their reaction.

"What is the matter? Is it something bad?"

Mithrandir looked up, a merry twinkle in his eye. His looked knowingly at Legolas.

"Looks as if this little boy found somebody who cares about him."

If Legolas hadn't been an elf, he would have blushed. But elves didn't blush easily, so he merely nodded. His father looked up and held the boy so that Legolas could see what they had been looking at. There was a cut in the form of a lightning bolt on the child's forehead. It felt odd to look at, as if the cut was something evil.

"You said something about a letter, Legolas?"

"Yes, I have it here, father. May I see what is inside too?"

"Come here, we will read it together."

Thranduil broke the green seal, which had with four animals placed around a 'H' on it. He took out a few sheets of thick, yellowish paper and held it so that all three of them could read the words written on it. It was a strange sort of dialect, but it was similar enough to the common tongue to be understood. The handwriting was neat, narrow and curvy.

 

 

Dear Petunia,

It is in great grief that I now write you this letter. On the night of Halloween, the 31st of October 1981, your sister Lily Potter nee Evans and her husband James Potter lost their lives in their home in Godric's Hollow. This boy is your nephew, Harry James Potter, born on the 31st of July, 1980. Were it not for him, I would not tell you the exact circumstances of their deaths. However, it is very important for you to know that little Harry is in great danger if you do not take him into your family.

I do not know how deep your dislike of your sister goes, so I don't know if she ever told you about the war in the wizarding world. The Dark Lord Voldemort, a man who has gone beyond the normal evilness has murdered your sister and her husband due to a prophecy which predicted Harry to be the one who will one day defeat him. The Potters went into hiding, but Sirius Black, their secret keeper, betrayed them by revealing their location to Voldemort. As you may know, Sirius once was the best friend of James, so if one day he knocks on your door, make sure he never gets to know Harry's location.

We can only guess at what had happened, but from the position of James' body, we can tell that he died protecting Lily and Harry. I came to see the catastrophe right away, and could see in Harry's memories that Lily was killed in front of Harry's crib. Voldemort told her to stand aside, but she wouldn't go. When Voldemort killed her, her love formed one of the strongest protections in the universe. The killing curse – which is normally impossible to ward off and is one of the most dangerous and vilest curses – could not get past this shield of pure love and sacrifice Lily created with her death.

Voldemort vanished when the killing curse rebounded. I can only hope that he is dead. Petunia, if you, as his last blood-relative, take Harry into your house, I will be able to erect wards based on a protection that would protect not only Harry, but also your family. There are still followers of Lord Voldemort, the Death Eaters, out there, who aspire nothing more than Harry's death to avenge their master.

I beg you, for Lily's sake, to provide him love and care as if he was your own. Someday he will have to face Voldemort, and a loving family who will stand behind him will be the strongest help you can provide. So much depends on him. Make his years away from Hogwarts and the wizarding world as care free as possible. Give him a part of the childhood he deserves. As soon as he comes to Hogwarts, he will have to carry more burdens than most grown-ups do.

Help him. Help Lily's son. Help her own flesh and blood. She would want it. Being good to Harry would be the best apology you can make for everything that had happened between both of you. Lily will see wherever she is now, and she will forgive you your jealousy that has driven you two apart since the day she got her letter and entered the wizarding world. I beg you, Petunia. For your sister Lily.

In great grief, Albus Dumbledore

P.S.: I have included his birth certificate and a few photos of his parents and their friends. His parents had left with me a letter for him. I put it in the envelope with this letter. Please give it to Harry as soon as he's ready. He will love to have something from them.

 

 

Glum silence was met at the end of the letter. How was that possible? A female wizard? There haven't been any evil wizards lately and no wizard died recently, as the Istari were practically immortal. There was also no place called Hogwarts where you would enter something called the wizarding world. This letter made – apart from the boy's parents' death – absolutely no sense.

Legolas looked down on the boy in his fathers' arms. His heart ached at the thought of him defeating some mad murderer. He never felt that way to anybody, but somehow he wanted to be the one who provided the child a loving home. Those emerald, fascinating eyes looked up to him and he couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"So Harry is your name, little one?"

The toddler squealed in delight and said again something that Legolas couldn't translate.

"Hawy! Pafoo fly! Hawy bwoom!"

Mithrandir smiled at the boy. Apparently he had understood at least something Harry had said.

"You can fly, Harry?"

"Hawy Quiddish! Hawy fly!"

"Could I take him again, father?"

Thranduil looked up and met his son's eyes. He gave a short nod and handed the toddler over.

"You already care greatly for the boy, Legolas."

"Yes father, I do."

"Well, as he obviously wasn't taken by his aunt, he does need a guardian. Would you watch over him until we find a proper solution?"

"Of course father, it would be an honour."

'Maybe,' Legolas thought, 'it is his magic that makes me like him.' But he dismissed that quickly. It didn't feel like that. These feelings could not be created by any kind of magic, dark or light. Love could not be forged by anyone, not even by the strongest of magic. It had been clear from the beginning that it was not very likely for Legolas to have a child so soon. But now, he had one. He liked the thought of that. Little Harry James Potter was his child. Maybe, someday, he would even be a father to little Harry.

 

 

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Wow, that's it with the prologue. I know it was very sappy, but I promise that future chapters won't be this cheesy anymore :)

I hope some people like it, I look forward to a review. If you have something to criticise, something to compliment, or even something to let off steam about, I'd love to hear from you :) I would be really glad to hear any kind of critique from you, as long as you keep it polite. I'll be happy to correct anything I got wrong in my story. I hope my English isn't too horrible to bear. See you next chapter :)

Chapter 2: An extraordinary Birthday - 1

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Harry was soon very popular amongst the elves. The letter from the mysterious Dumbledore-man lay nearly forgotten and Harry had made his way silently into the hearts of every inhabitant of the wood-elves palace.

He loved playing outside and would always try to climb the highest trees, though most of his attempts failed before he could go higher than seven feet. One of Harry's favourite activities was to help in the kitchen and sometimes even snatch some food. When he was neither in the gardens nor cooking he was very likely to be found in his room. There he would play with his wooden toy-sword or try to read the Sindarin phrases in his books.

He was good at learning languages. Sometimes Harry would still use his twisted dialect of common tongue, but he had learned Sindarin pretty quickly. Faster than you would usually expect such a young child to learn a complex and old language, but nobody thought twice about that. The Elves were merely impressed and called him very intelligent.

Nobody noticed anything odd or suspicious around Harry until he was in Mirkwood for a few years. But even this incident was nothing spectacular. He had been outside at the time, practicing tracking animals with his guardian.

Harry had let out a scream. Legolas had rushed around to see what happened, but it was apparently a squeal of joy about something lying in the boy's hand. Harry's adoptive father had come nearer and saw it. There was a daisy in his hand, and its petals were opening and closing just like the shells of an oyster. Legolas dismissed the event as unimportant, as nothing like that happened anymore.

No one but Mithrandir, Thranduil, and Legolas knew that there was something special about Harry. That was, until the 31st of October after his sixth birthday, exactly one year after the flower-incident.

Harry had gone missing. He wasn't found in his room, the gardens or the kitchens. A wave of panic rushed through the wood-elves' palace – after all, the time they were living in was anything but peaceful. Everyone was looking for the child. He wasn't supposed to leave his room that day as Legolas couldn't watch over him, having gone out to hunt.

Harry was found in the library, flying through the air along with pretty much all the books in the whole place. It took half of the year to sort everything on its right spot again. Mithrandir was contacted shortly after the incident. In his presence Harry was asked once again about how he had done this, but all the elves could get out of him was that he just wished really hard to see all the books at once. The letter was taken much more seriously after the so-called Library incident.

Soon, Harry was told, that he would receive training to control his magic whenever Mithrandir was available. Sadly, thought Harry, this wasn't very often. He was told that Mithrandir was a very important person, and many people needed his help, so Harry didn't get too upset about this. After all, he had more time to play with his Dad when Mithrandir wasn't there.

He loved to spend time with his dad. He would tell him stories, teach him how to read, go outside with him and even show him how to make little slingshots. But every little while he would get a little bit sad, that his father and his Mum weren't there. He had read their Letter so many times, that he knew it by heart, but he couldn't help but look at it every time before he got to bed. It was almost like a ritual.

He would get ready for bed, give his dad a hug and a kiss and then he would lie down and someone would tell him a story. Sometimes his Dad would read, sometimes Maechenebil, the woman he helped in the garden, or the cook, Saelon. Then, he would thank whoever had spoken and when he was alone, he would read the letter in the moonlight, kiss both signatures softly and return the paper into the box hidden under his bed. There were only a few things in this box: the blanket he had worn when he'd turned up in the forest, a photo album with photos of his parents and their friends (it fell out of the envelope with the letters when Harry examined it further at the age of four. He hadn't found out how it had fitted inside the much too small envelope), the little bow his dad had given him on his first birthday in Mirkwood, the first slingshot he and his Dad had made together and – of course – the letter. Nobody but Harry had ever got a look at it.

Currently Harry lay in his comfortable bed in his room that was already flooded with light – a sign that he had been able to sleep longer than usually... Why hadn't his Dad woken him up for breakfast like always?

He opened his eyes and felt around on his nightstand for the healing draught that improved his vision for a day. After he drank the potion (it didn't taste of anything, not even of nothing), he got up, still a little bit sleepy, and went to the basin and jug of water. After he had thoroughly washed his face, he put some clothes on, ready to face and enjoy a new day.

That was the moment his calendar caught his eye. Today was the 31st of July. His seventh day! A huge grin appeared on his face and he went looking for his Dad, even more enthusiastic than before. It was very unlikely for him to be in his rooms, as he normally got up even earlier than Harry, but, decided the birthday-boy, it was a good place to start searching.

They always did this on his birthday. His Dad (and Harry's other friends, along with his presents) would be somewhere in the huge palace and Harry had to find him. Harry loved searching things. It was one of his favourite games to sit in the gardens with somebody and play 'I spy with my little eye'. He often found things not even the elves seemed to notice at first and that – so he was told – was something to be proud of.

He rushed down the corridors, crossed the bridges over the many ravines and peered outside into the gardens. Then, in an ordinary looking passage, he found himself drawn to an inconspicuous looking door as if by magic.

He heard somebody whispering behind it. Slowly he pulled on the heavy, silver door handle, only to see a very slim passageway that led down, down, down, in small spirals. The floor was slippery and the walls (not like those beautiful walls in the rest of the Halls!) were made of rough, natural rock. Harry had never seen this place, but it was mysterious. And this was the point when the Potter-Gene kicked in. He wanted so desperately to see what was down there. Well, until…

"Ssstupidsss, elvssss. Locked meessss down heress!"

A voice. A voice with a funny accent. It said 's' in words where no 's' was. And it said nasty things about his friends.

"Hey! The elves aren't stupid! They are very kind!"

"Getss out of meessss waysss, ssstupidsss humanssss."

"I could, if I know where you are! Are you invisible?"

"No! Me'ssss down by yoursss feetsss!"

Harry looked down, and saw – his heart stopped for a moment - a snake. It was about two and a half feet long, with a thin black body that was occasionally striped with the same yellow that coloured its head. Harry jumped away from it.

"You're a snake!"

"Of coursssse! But notsss any snakesss!"

"So… you're a special kind of snake?"

"Of courssse, ssstupid!"

"Uhm… what's so special about you, then?"

The snake looked taken aback. It obviously wasn't used to this kind of questions. Well, thought Harry, maybe it isn't used to talking to humans. He was, after all, not used to talking to snakes either. They seemed to be very proud animals.

"Whatsss so ssspecccial about meesssss? Everythingssss!"

"Uhm. Okay. Could you be more precise? I still don't know your specialness."

It made a hissing noise that could be compared to a human groaning angrily.

"Stupidsss humansss! Me'sss an Azemiops feae, onesss of the mossst dangerousss snakessss outssside theresss!"

"If you say so. I usually shouldn't play with dangerous things, but you haven't tried to attack me yet, so I think I'll stay here for a while. I've never talked to a snake, you know. I didn't know you could talk at all."

"Of courssse weessss cansss talkss! No stupisss humansss ever underssstandsssss!"

"So, every snake can talk, but you have, uhm, kind of your own language?"

"Stupidsss humansss goodsss thinkingsss! But ssstill not explainedsss why itssss speaksss parseltoungesss."

"Parseltounge?"

"Oursss language, stupidsss!"

"Oh. Uhm, I dunno."

"Stupidsss!"

Harry decided to claim that he didn't hear all those insults. The snake obviously had bad experiences with humans. The boy had long forgotten that he should be looking for his dad and his friends.

"By the way, I'm Harry. Do you have a name?"

"Of courssse meesss havesss a name!"

"Could you tell me, please?"

"Whyss didn'tsss stupidsss humansss asssked beforess? Meesss name isss Lugonsss."

"Lugons? So, you're a guy."

"Me'ssss certainlysss no femalesss!"

"Okay, okay. I have no practice in telling a snake's gender."

How could he have known? He hadn't even seen any snakes outside his books. The elves didn't like snakes at all. Well, at least snakes didn't seem to like elves, too, Harry thought.

"Do you live here?"

"No, stupidsss, meesss wasss locked in heresss by sssilly elvessss, ignoringsss meesss!"

"I'm sure it was an accident."

"Yessss, yesss, stupidssss, alwayssss everythingssss accidentsss! Tzzzzz, never!"

"Okay, Okay. No need to get snappy."

"Meessss been downsss heresss for long timessss! Me'ssss hungry! Stupidssss would bessss snappy, too, when haventssss eatenssss long enoughssss!"

"Do you need help?"

"Meessss?"

"No, the other black-yellow striped snake I'm talking to! Of course you."

"Meessss mighty snakessss! Meesss needsss no helpsss!"

"So… if you don't need any help, I'm just gonna leave and you stay down in this passageway. You don't need help to get out of here, after all."

Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He hated it when he got insulted without reason. (Okay, that, and he really needed to practice being sassy. Mithrandir sometimes used sarcasm. And his dad, too, he needed to stand up to them and practice.)

"No!"

"So you need help?"

"Yesss… stupidsss situationsss!"

Well, at least now the snake blamed everything on the situation, not on Harry and the elves.

"Why didn't you say so? Come on."

Together they made their way up the small, dimly lit corridor Harry had walked down, only to discover that the door was shut. Now, that wasn't good at all. Harry tried opening it, but somebody had locked it. Funny, he didn't hear anyone who had closed it. Harry had to use all his self-control in order not to swear (he'd learned a few wonderful swearwords when a few dwarfs from the lonely mountain visited last year). He always got into trouble. Every single time. He should've expected it. He tried harder to open the door. Finally he gave it up and restricted on calling out for help.

After a few minutes yelling that seemed like a whole lifetime, he became frustrated. No matter how loud he yelled for help, the only thing he would get as an answer was an angry hiss from Lugnos. Foul thing.

Desperately he kicked the door with as much force as he could manage, and it caused nothing but a hurting toe. Harry jumped a few times on one foot until the ache lessened and sat down with a defeated sigh (It still had an angry undertone to it.). Then it hit him.

He could do magic.

Okay, maybe it had been accidentally two times and the other times were with Mithrandir and there was that once with the funny stone from the dwarfs that absorbed every bit of magic and made it stronger, but it was magic all the same!

He stood up slowly and faced the door handle. He reached out with his hands and touched the silver lightly, willing himself to memorize all of its features. It was cool on his skin, smooth and if he would carry it in his hands, it would surely be heavy.

As Harry concentrated on the silver, he felt a strange tickling sensation running down his spine and bubbling inside his core, but instinctively he knew he couldn't release it just yet. The elves had taught him to recognise his instincts instead of disregarding them as Men tended to do. So now he knew he had to wait. He imagined further. How an elven smith had created it. The heat of the flames, rushing over his face, the sound of a hammer on semi molten metal. He felt the tickling leave his core and seep into his arms, warming up his fingertips and finally getting out of his body. His concentration didn't lessen a second.

He imagined even further. How the heat would go through the smiths' protective gear, creep under the elf's skin. His fingers warmed noticeably. He imagined the silver glowing red and yellow in the core of the flames, how it would blister and slowly melt. He felt something hot and sticky on his fingers, but his eyes still closed in concentration, he couldn't tell what caused it. Something of the silver would fall into the flames, when the smith wasn't cautious enough. The glow in front of his closed eyelids grew brighter and then darkened abruptly. Harry felt the door giving in and heard Lugnos' approving hiss.

He opened his eyes and gasped. He had melted the whole locking mechanism. His hands were still in the sticky, silver mass. He let out a scream. It hurt! It hurt so much. He hadn't noticed before, but his hands were burned all over. Sweat had formed small drops on Harry's forehead that was now feverish warm. Harry shivered. He felt so exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep, he wanted the pain to stop, he wanted his Dad to hold him and he wanted to read the soothing words in the letter of his parents. At least he had managed to set Lugnos free, Harry thought, before everything went black and unconsciousness took him.

 

 

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Lugnos had always avoided those walking on two legs. If you may call them Dwarfs, Elves, Men or Istari, didn't affect him at all. They all smelled weird, made too much noise (he hated when those elves sang. Stupid guys. Everyone could hear it. It made them such an easy target!) And they all pretty much ignored or killed all the snakes that would (usually accidentally) cross their paths. Those… beings referred to all snakes as evil and bad. Lugnos really hated them.

But this one, this small one was different. First, he spoke parseltongue. Second, he had asked for Lugnos' name (Nobody had done that ever. Not even fellow serpents!), and third, he had helped him in a hopeless situation. Lugnos was impressed. This wasn't usual two-leg behaviour. And now, Harry lay on the ground, clearly in need for healing, with the terrible smell of burned human flesh in the air. His savour needed to be saved, that much was as clear as Orcs were disgusting.

Lugnos never had to be brave in his life. In his opinion, being brave was just another word for 'foolish', but now, he needed all his foolishness and bravery together. He somehow had to alert other elves of his saviour's condition. He sensed many of the elves running around not far away, so he made his way as quickly as possible in that direction. There! The first elf he ran into wasn't even an elf but a Man. His hair looked rather unkempt and his eyes were grey, full of worry and seemed to suck in every detail of his surroundings. It took the man only a split of a second to spot Lugnos. At first the man did nothing but stare at Lugnos like his latest meal had (a wonderful fat brown mouse, but that was beside the point).

Lugnos mentally rolled his eyes. Did he have to do everything on his own? He showed his highly poisonous teeth and tried to look as aggressive as possible. 'Now, Now,' thought the snake, 'congrats, you finally got the hint', as the man took out his sword. Lugnos quickly dived away under the blade and slithered away, back to Harry. As predicted, the man took after him. Who would, after all, let a poisonous snake freely slither around in some elven palace? The way seemed twice as long now that he had some warrior, desperate to slice him in two, chasing after him, but Lugnos eventually made it to the last corner before his finish line.

He heard the Man behind him sniffing and choking. Well, it seemed that humans didn't like the smell of burning flesh either. Lugnos made the sort of hissing that would be a relieved sigh in a human mouth.

As they both finally arrived in the corridor, Lugnos happily heard a yell behind him. He had managed it! He had saved his saviour. Now, there was no need to stay. His life-debt was paid. While the human rushed towards Harry, Lugnos silently slithered away, towards the next window. He didn't once look back.

 

 

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Harry groaned. His hands were hurting. Not as bad as it had been, as he remembered, but it was still bad. At least, he wasn't exhausted anymore. Rather, he felt like he would be able to run through Mirkwood without a break. But before he could do that, he had to open his eyes. Much too bright light was the first thing he saw, and he quickly closed his eyelids. He groaned again. His head hurt now. Slowly, as if somebody would put away some sort of sound-stopper from his ears, he heard voices, talking in hushed tones.

"…think he wakes up?"

"Definitely. Though I cannot predict if there may be any long lasting effects."

"You think there will be some, father? What kind of effects?"

"He may have a trauma from this whole experience. When he decides to fear his magic for what it has done, it is possible he decides to never use it again. But if he bottles it up and never releases it, there are going to be magical outbursts, surely dangerous for us and for him. Magic is like a wild animal in any means, no matter how different his magic is compared to Mithrandir's or our own. If you put a wild animal into a cage, it will become aggressive and constantly try to get itself freed."

"Now, Now, let's not think of the worst worst-case scenario we can possibly think of."

"Yes. Harry is a very brave young man. The more years I spend with him, the more character he develops, the more bravery and selflessness I can see."

"You are lucky to have such an extraordinary foster son, Legolas."

"I'm sure you were and still are considered the same way, Estel."

Harry recognised two of them. His dad and his granddad (he didn't like it to call him King Thranduil, though all of the other elves had tried to make him. The King would always laugh at those attempts). He couldn't figure out, who the third one was. He didn't sound any elfish. Besides, Harry could sense four people in the room and wondered why Mithrandir didn't speak. He could clearly feel the power, the tingling in the air that always accompanied the Istar.

If he could only look! He'd be willing to open his eyes, but the light had caused him a headache once, he didn't look forward to another time. He decided to simply ask for help. That was always good. And as Mithrandir would have the fastest methods to make everything darker, Harry would address him. He would also get to see some of his magic tricks, and he really loved that.

"Please, Mithrandir, could you dim the light? I can't open my eyes."

Harry heard him chuckle, two of the others (The unknown and his Dad) sigh in relief and he could almost hear his Granddad frown. Maybe because he wasn't supposed to be in the dark. Finally the light shining through his eyelids lessened. With a relieved sigh, he opened his eyes carefully. He didn't want another headache, after all.

"Uhm … Hello Everyone."

A second later, he found himself involved in a gentle but firm hug by his Dad. He leaned into the contact and didn't let go for a long time. When they finally released each other, he got a proper look on them all. His Dad looked really worn out, as if he hadn't slept but been upset a too long time. Gandalf looked, as always, rather unpredictable, but somehow a little amused, while his Granddad frowned for no obvious reason at all. The stranger looked nothing but relieved and friendly.

"May I have some water? My mouth is all dry."

"Of course, little one, I've got some here."

Harry took the glass of water his Granddad offered him and shifted a little uncomfortably. All four of them were staring at him. He hated being stared at. He pretended not to notice and looked around. Stunned, he recognised the infirmary.

"Why am I not in my room, I'm not supposed to be …"

Then, a flood of memories overran his brain. The silver door handle, the pain in his hands, the exhaustion … Somebody must've found him.

"Oh… How long have I been here?"

"You have rested here for eight Days now."

"More than a week?!"

"Yes, little one, but do not worry, your body is healed now."

Slowly, realization kicked in. Harry hadn't found them on his birthday! They must've been extremely worried about him! He hated worrying.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do whatever I did."

"Don't be. But if I were in your position, I would thank Estel, as he was the one to find you. He would have been a birthday surprise. We figured that since you never talked to anyone besides elves and Istari, you would like to talk to somebody … human."

"Uhm, Thanks, Estel."

The Man smiled softly.

"You're quite welcome. But I don't think I would have found you, if it wasn't for that snake. It attacked me and when I tried to catch it, I ran right into you."

Harry looked up excitedly. A snake … that could only mean …

"You've met Lugnos?"

"Lugnos?"

"Was the snake huge and black with a yellow head and some yellow stripes?"

"How'd you know?"

"That was Lugnos, I heard him talk behind a door and wanted to look who was there. Then I discovered some corridor that didn't look like the rest of the castle. Lugnos was on the floor and said he couldn't get out. I said I would help him, but then the door was locked and I yelled but no one heard. Then I tried magic, and it worked! I think, Lugnos attracted your attention on purpose."

"Did you just say the snake talked to you?"

"Yeah, well, it had a rather inappropriate sort of language though."

The adults shared a look. Harry frowned. It was the we-need-to-have-a-serious-discussion-about-something-Look. What could have upset them? He looked up.

"Don't worry, I won't copy Lugnos' way of talking. I don't like it when somebody insults my family."

The grown-ups smiled softly at him.

 

 

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To say that Legolas was upset was a bit of an understatement. Judging by the look that Thranduil and Mithrandir had shared, they didn't know what to think either. After all, talking to snakes was something that was deeply connected to dark magic. Well, as far as magic could be dark. It was more connected to evil people who could do magic, like the witch-king, for one. It was said, that he could speak in snake tongues.

He couldn't think of what that would mean to for his Harry. If he knew one person, that would certainly never ever go dark, it was Harry (and maybe Estel, but that was beside the point here). The problem was that although he knew that, others wouldn't. People would fear him and fear led to prejudice. He nearly groaned. No, he certainly didn't want Harry to be met with hate and wariness.

At the moment, Harry didn't seem aware of what he had just revealed. Well, he couldn't have known. There were (usually) no serpents in the elves' palace. Harry looked up, his vibrant green eyes suddenly full of this innocent excitement only children could feel.

"Hey! I've had birthday, before I passed out! Can I open my presents? Please, Dad, pleeeeeaaaaase!"

His son looked up at him with wide puppy-eyes. Legolas laughed. He always got that look when Harry wanted something very much and yet had no intention of doing anything for it. He would let him, as birthday presents were really nothing you had to work for.

"Of course, little one. After all, you only turn seven once."

Harry nodded with all the solemnity a seven-year old boy sitting on his bed in pyjamas could have.

"Yes. Because, next year, I will turn eight. Can you believe that? Dad, I wish I was already eight. I would be so much bigger and grown up."

Legolas chuckled lightly and retrieved his son's still wrapped presents from a corner of the room, where they had been lying ever since he was moved into the infirmary. Harry wasn't allowed to stand up just yet. He had one big presents and a few smaller ones. Legolas loved to see the enthusiastic look on Harry's face and the joy in his eyes as he discovered a new pair of boots, a Ball (his last one fell into the river), and lovely wooden figures of a doe and a stag which was apparently his favourite.

Then Harry's eyes fell on the heaviest, largest package. He picked it up and ripped it open. Legolas watched as Harry's eyes grew wide.

"Dad, if this is what I think it might be, you're the best Dad in Middle-earth and Aman together!"

Legolas smile grew wider as he heard Harry squeal in delight. Yep. He was the best Dad in Arda. But he wasn't going to show Harry his satisfaction about that. He had to act like a serious, responsible adult (Well, he tried to.). His foster son looked up with eyes as wide as silver-coins.

"Does that mean that I'm finally going to be trained?"

He held up the small training-sword, maybe imagining how it would be to fight with it.

"Yes, Harry, that's another reason why Estel is here. He shall be your trainer. Handle it with responsibility and use it only when an adult is around. You're a big boy now, but big boys need to be cautious."

Harry looked thrilled. He began firing off questions at Estel. Legolas nearly banged his forehead against the table, when Harry kept asking 'when are we going to kill Orcs?' But he had to be a responsible adult, and elves didn't do such things either. Poor Legolas. Harry had the ability to find, pick and hide the books that weren't particularly for little children. 'Battles of History', 'how to slay the darkest beasts' and 'famous orc-attacks in the second age' may be useful for research, but they were not something you could call enjoyable.

But Harry had this special feature. The I-always-get-into-trouble-without-searching-for-it-trait. Just like on his birthday, just a week ago.

A quiet yawn snapped him out of his thoughts. Harry looked tired again.

"Rest now, little one, or do you wish to be sleepy for your first lesson?"

"But Grandpa, I'm not tire-"

He was interrupted by another yawn. Harry looked angry with himself after that.

"If you say so. Good night."

"Sweet dreams, little one."

Legolas got up and hugged his son, felt the light kiss on his cheek and smiled. The other three men ruffled his messy black hair and said their good nights. They were about to get out of the room, when a shy whisper came from behind.

"Will you still read me a story? Even if I'm a big boy now?"

"Of course, Harry. Do you want me to read?"

"Could you ask Maechenebil, please? I haven't seen her in ages."

"Sure, Harry, I'll make sure to ask her."

Legolas smiled one last time at his foster son, before he closed the door and turned to face the worried faces of his dad, Mithrandir and Estel.

A few minutes later, Legolas found himself in his Father's study again. Estel was with them. He would be Harry's sword trainer, so he had a right to know about any unpleasantness that may come up. They all had agreed that a man should teach a man how to fight. It had been like that with Estel, and so it should be with Harry. Later on, when he became proficient, perhaps at eighteen or nineteen, he would be taught the elven ways of sword-fighting.

But that wasn't the point now. Mithrandir and Thranduil looked extremely concerned. Well, he couldn't blame them. He probably had the same look on his face.

"…sooo. He talks snake-language."

"Yes."

"That will not make him evil, will it?"

"I do not think so."

"Me neither. Harry has a strong will, just as I said."

"How does this… ability come to him? Does one of you have a theory?"

"It may come from his scar. That thing is tainted with evil and it may come from there."

"I still wonder how he got it."

"Or what it is. We should probably do some research about magic."

"That shall be a task for you, Mithrandir."

"If you say so, Strider."

"I doubt you shall find something in this world about it. It seems most likely to be something he got where he came from."

Legolas sighed. Now, this might take a while. Thankfully he had told Maechenebil about Harry's wish before they had come here. At least Harry could get some rest.

 

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After the story was told (it had been about a funny man called Iarwain Ben-adar or Tom Bombadil amongst the men) and Maechenebil had said good night, Harry jumped out of his bed. In a quick movement, he pulled his box from under his bed. The letter from his parents lay on top, neatly folded inside the envelope.

His eyes found the familiar, curvy and orderly writing of his mother and his father's edgy scribble.

 

 

My dear Harry,

I don't know what is worse: that you read these words now, or that I have to write such a letter.

I'm sure you know why this is in need. If you ever get to read this, we will be dead and you most likely never got the chance to get to know us.

I hope you had (or still have) a happy, carefree childhood. We went into hiding on Professor Dumbledore's advice, so we still have hope.

Yes, hope is the only light we have in these dark times. Hope and friends.

At the moment, the only one who can reveal the location of our house is Peter, a good friend of mine. We wanted to take Sirius, your Godfather, at first, but he said it would be too obvious.

I am ashamed by this, but both of us think, that our other friend, Remus, is the one who gives information to the enemy. I hope this isn't the case, and I feel truly ashamed at the idea of mistrusting my friends, but dark times lead to careful decisions.

Just to mention it: I don't think it is Remus. Just because he spies for our side doesn't mean he also spies for the other side!

I also doubt that it is him, but somebody is out there, trading information.

Now, let's stop talking about that. We want you to know that we love you from the very depth of our hearts.

I would give my life every time in order to save yours. All I want is your safety and happiness.

We're looking everywhere for a possibility to destroy Voldemort.

In the Departments of Mysteries, where I was working as an Unspeakable before I got pregnant, there are a few interesting books.

Your father and I have figured out that Voldemort might have created Horcruxes to stay immortal. He had been making comments about the need of more than the usual methods for humans, to kill him.

We're still trying to find out what he could have used. Your father and I haven't told anybody of it, not even Professor Dumbledore.

I hope you will never need this information, but we didn't want it to be lost forever in case we died.

Now, back to the funny, emotional stuff, I can't stand all this talking about foul methods of cheating death.

I want you to play Quidditch and pranks, date as many girls as possible, and finally end up with a fiery tempered redhead. It worked out fine for me!

Harry James Potter, if you do that, I'll kick your ass as soon as we meet again. You wouldn't dare scare off your future wife by playing as a Casanova.

But we'd like you to know that no matter what house you'll be sorted in, when you're at Hogwarts and what you do, we will always be proud of you.

Just try not to get into Slytherin, or to be too friendly with them.

James!

Ouch! Tell your Mother not to hit me on the head. But anyway, I was just joking.

We'll love you and whoever you'll make friends with. I am best friends with a Black , after all, so I can't let prejudice rule my thoughts.

Yes, just as James said. Also make sure to go your own way, don't let others get you down, but be able to handle constructive criticism. Don't be an arrogant git like your father was in his first six years of school.

Hey!

Harry, another note: do not tickle your wife. Never.

Do it Harry, it's fun!

Listen to your mother and don't. So, we are trying to tell you to live life your way. You are unique, so don't let the world change you and most importantly not your good characteristics.

We love you endlessly much, I hope you'll never read this,

Lily & James Potter

 

 

Harry smiled as he kissed each signature softly and put the letter, with the envelope, back into the box under his bed. Then he lay down on his bed with a smile. He fell asleep instantly.

 

 

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Notes:

Hello!

Thanks for the three kudos ;) I'd love to get a comment ;)

So, I'll probably get out another chapter tomorrow ^^ Until then, goodbye :)

Chapter 3: Esgaroth - 2

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Harry loved his life. He was sitting at the forest river in his travel-coat, enjoying Today's break from the sword lessons. His tutor, Estel wasn't always here, but when he was, the training was intense. Only yesterday, he had nursed a scratch on his cheek and a bruise on his left ankle. Not to be mistaken, he loved the sword lessons and he had a fair and competent teacher, but it was also very exhausting. He would not want to give this up for any gold the world could give him.

He heard once again the familiar hissing noise of Lugnos' impolite language, but didn't greet the snake. He came slithering around from time to time. He never stopped to talk to Harry directly, though. His family – the elves – had been very concerned about his ability to speak parseltongue at first. It wasn't very common to speak this Language and recently there have only been Beings with great evil in their hearts to be able to do so. He could understand their concern. It was only natural to rely on experience. But Mithrandir went to some Libraries and looked up the topic in a really old book. Harry had no idea, why it had taken him one and a half year to find a single book. Maybe not all the libraries were as orderly as the one in woodland realm. He knew the exact places of every single book here. That was ever since he could remember and he liked that. His dad never figured out, how he found the books he wasn't supposed to find. Anyway, Mithrandir had found out that Parseltongue did not automatically bring evilness with it. At the Beginning of the first age, it had even been a highly appreciated gift. Sauron, the witch king and a few others had apparently ruined its reputation. Harry was now ten years old (seriously, he was almost grown up! Only two foot and he would be as tall as his Dad!) and he loved his life. The summer was beautiful, the winters were nice too, spring was always refreshing and autumn was always stunningly magnificent. But Harry knew something was missing. He knew, whenever he performed magic - which was often, as it was one of his favourite things to do - he felt there was supposed to be something more. As if using arrows without the tips, or a rod in a sword fight. He constantly tried to find something that would fill that gap, but it never worked. Only the stone from the dwarfs with the power to increase every magical Energy managed to relieve this feeling a little. But Harry didn't want to feel incomplete. He was doing research whenever possible. He didn't dare to ask somebody. It would worry everyone. He hated it when people worried about him. He always felt guilty at that.


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12.500 Ft
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16.900 Ft
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10.500 Ft
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19.500 Ft
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Pandora geometrikus vonalak charm - 796211CZ
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20.900 Ft
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16.900 Ft
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Pandora ikonikus szív charm - 796218CZ
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15.500 Ft
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Pandora ikonikus szív charm - 796233CZ
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24.900 Ft
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15.500 Ft
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Pandora ragyogó könnycsepp charm - 796245CZ
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17.900 Ft
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Pandora virágzó szív charm - 796264CZ
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7.900 Ft
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Pandora családi szeretet szív charm - 796265
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16.900 Ft
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Pandora családi odaadás charm - 796267CZ
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13.900 Ft
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Pandora ezüst csillámgömb charm - 796327EN144
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7.900 Ft
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Pandora rózsaarany csillámgömb charm - 796327EN145
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7.900 Ft
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Pandora arany csillámgömb charm - 796327EN146
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7.900 Ft
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7.900 Ft
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Pandora szívei charm - 796461
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7.900 Ft
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Pandora gleccserkék ragyogó szív charm - 791725NGL
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20.900 Ft
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Pandora fehér orchidea charm - 792074EN12
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13.900 Ft
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Pandora orchidea charm - 792074EN69
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13.900 Ft
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19.500 Ft
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17.900 Ft
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22.500 Ft
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Pandora szívekbe zárva charm - 792036NBS
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16.900 Ft
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Pandora szívekbe zárva charm - 792036NOW
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16.900 Ft
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Pandora szívekbe zárva charm - 792036PCZ
Pandora szívekbe zárva charm - 792036PCZ
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16.900 Ft
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10.900 Ft
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Pandora rózsaszín ragyogó szív charm - 792069PCZ
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22.500 Ft
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