The History of a Famous Friend

By the way, in this Harry doesnt wear glasses...i just hate the idea of a good looking young hero with glasses. Plus Gandalf doesnt wear glasses lol.

Chapter two – The New Arrival

Rubbing the bruise rapidly forming on his cheek Harry groaned. This was, perhaps the weirdest day of his life. Ok, perhaps not the weirdest. The day he discovered he was in fact a famous wizard, destined to kill one of the most evil dark lords in Wizarding history was a pretty big smack in the face. But still, this was strange.

It all started last night. He had been sat swinging to himself in the park by private drive. Professor Dumbledore seemed to come out of nowhere and suddenly sat beside him. At first Harry was cautious as to whether this was the real Albus or not. After the fiasco with Mad-Eye Moody and the tri-wizard tournament he was a bit on edge but his suspicions disappeared when the old man had offered him a lemon drop. Then Dumbledore asked Harry whether he would like to go to some city called Rivendell for the holidays, instead of spending the whole 6 weeks at the Dursleys. Of course he leapt at the idea, no Dursleys, no Voldemort, no death eaters. Just 6 weeks of rest before back on the train to Hogwarts. Dumbledore had helped him gather his trunk, his broom and his books together before they both took the Knight Bus down to the Leaky Cauldron and Albus had said his goodbyes before Harry had flooed to Rivendell.

He arrived coughing violently. Clearly this was a fireplace not ordinarily used for wizard transportation. All the soot had swept up on this arrival and losing his balance he plummeted to the stone floor. Standing quickly and rubbing his eyes, he peered around the hall he had entered as the soot settled around him. There was no one around. All was quiet. But what a different kind of place this was. It was very well kept, almost like Hogwarts except the walls were of white marble, the paintings and banners in languages unknown to him and the windows seem to have such elegance about them. What a strange place for house elves he thought.

Now what? He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do. All Dumbledore had said was tell the elves you are Gandalf. He didn’t understand this. Who or what was a Gandalf? It was then that a tall woman with dark hair and a long flowing dress came walking through the room. Harry coughed and she stared at him for a moment.

“Who may I ask are you, young human?” Harry’s face screamed puzzlement but replied nonetheless.

“Umm, excuse me but where might I find an elf?” A large gentle smile spread across the woman’s face as she walked towards him.

“You are looking at one child.” Harry frowned, she wasn’t a house elf. This made no sense. Oh well...if she claimed to be an elf he would tell her his message.

“Ok, umm well, Professor Dumbledore told me to tell you I’m Gandalf. But I don’t know what a Gandalf is...” At the mention of this Gandalf, her eyes widened and a massive grin replaced her friendly smile. Harry was beginning to regret coming to Rivendell. He didn’t understand what was going on and he suddenly felt very worried.

“Oh! Gandalf, I will get my father, stay there.” And with that the woman lifted her dress and ran out of the door on the other side of the room shouting in a very strange soft language. So he sat on his truck with his hand under his chin and waited.
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Elrond was sat rubbing his temple carefully with his fingers. It had been 2 hours since he had dismissed the council and he was still sat in the same spot, thinking, waiting. He sighed, placing his hands together on his lap when his advisor chuckled slightly.
“My lord you do not look best pleased.” At this he smiled.

“Ah Erestor, I like to this myself as a patient person but I must say I am rather eager to meet this child Gandalf.”

“As are we all my lord,” he answered taking a chair next to him, “surely it will not be long now.” Immediately after Erestor had spoken, Lady Arwen came running down the steps of the last homely house towards her father.

Elrond stood momentarily. “Arwen, daughter what is wrong that you must come running like an elfling who has first discovered a rainbow?” He asked taking her hand in his as she approached.

“Oh father, he’s here, inside. Gandalf is here.” She spoke excitedly. Elrond face lit up.

“Tell the council to gather,” he told his advisor, who hurriedly bowed and left almost at a run. Then following his daughter back inside, she guided him to a skinny boy, sat in a slump upon a large trunk by the fireplace. He lifted his head to them as they entered and stood.

Extending his hand the boy looked from Arwen to Elrond, “Umm hi, I’m Harry.”