Hey there people, well first off all I would like to say that I have no idea how this story is going to go, as most off it is going to be made up as I go along, That and I most of what I am writing will come mainly from Warcraft 3, and from what I know about the story in general... there may be some inconsistencies... anyway, on with the story!

Chapter One: The Beginning

"AvadaKedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The bang was like a cannon blast and the Golden Flames that erupted between them at the dead centre of the circle Harry James Potter and Tom Marvillo Riddle had been treading marked the point where the spells had collided. Harry saw Voldermorts green jet hit his own spell, saw the Elder Wand flying high, dark against the sunrise spinning across the enchanted ceiling spinning straight towards his master, and Harry, with the unerring skills of a seeker caught the wand in his free hand as Voldermort fell back, dead.

Harry smiled. He knew that the only thing that kept him connected to this world was the blood of that flowed through Voldermorts body, which now flowed through a dead mans body. He felt it, slowing down until it stopped, and with it the only thing connected him to this world disappeared as well. Harry closed his eyes with a smile on his face, as he fell back, dead before he even hit the ground.

"Interesting, very interesting" said a voice whose owner was currently watching his champion fight in his final battle in that plane of existence. That being was known by many names, Anubis, Thanatos, Macaria, Melione, Mors, Hel and so many more. That being was death itself.

Marcaria was a name she usually preferred used. It was a name given to her by the Greek's which signified that she was the guardian of blessed souls… in a way she actually was.

She always took an interest in mortals and their affairs, something which she knew that many beings didn't even bother doing, perfectly content with perfectly content with going about the tasks that had been given to them since the age off their creation.

Yet unlike those that did take an interest in mortal affairs, she wasn't allowed to interfere as the power of death was too potent to use and too easy to fall prey to. There were exceptions though, she could often mess with the lives off those who wielded her gifts which were scattered through the Universe. But the most potent of those gifts were the Deathly Hallows. The elder wand; one of the most powerful weapons for those who could use magic, the resurrection stone; the stone which grants the ability to summon any soul from beyond the veil of death, or wherever it is imprisoned, and the cloak of invisibility cloak; a cloak, which when wielded correctly could hide beings from even the Titans themselves.

Her eyes went wide (figuratively) Harry Potter wielded all 3 of the Deathly Hallow's and if he could use them together correctly than he could become an unbelievably powerful source. But not on earth, no… his time on that planet had ended and the planet was nearing towards calamity anyway, it would be more of a punishment than a reward. No, what she would give her favorite mortal was a fresh chance, a chance on her favored planet… a chance to prevent that planet from experiencing untold suffering as well as live a long and hopefully happy life with the friends and family he had made there.

He would need allies though; still she had a few friends of her's whom she would get to help her with that particular task… and perhaps a vision to a certain race of mortals to get them to travel through the Twisting Nether and aid a certain Mr. Potter. She knew that she would have to play the 'bad guy' to certain beings to get the job done, but she certainly would see it through.

Death smiled as that truly ironic thought entered her mind. In almost all the worlds people believed that death was the so called 'bad guy', instead of a simple Goddess just doing her job… It was a label which she hated… But, if they wanted her to be a 'bad guy' so badly, then she would be happy to play that role this time, especially considering that it was a perfect way to save this world from a mortals who would be much more terrible than Voldemort and perhaps reward the previous version of her favorite mortal who selflessly gave his life for a world he loved beyond all else.

Harry James Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, Master of the Deathly Hallows and the Defeater of Voldermort awoke with a start. He stood and found himself in a familiar place, the very place he had visited when he had let the killing curse hit him the second time, an endless expansion of white space.

Getting on his feet he found himself wishing for clothes and just like before a pair of robes that were pure white, kind off reminding him of moonlight, with silver designs, appeared right next to his feet. Wasting no time he quickly put them on and started wandering, looking for someone, to see what the first step in the next great adventure was. The only thing wrong with this picture was that there was no one to be found.

And then he stopped as he recalled the end of his fifth year, when he had spoken to Nick if Sirius could return from the dead. He had spent many days and many nights reflecting on that topic and had come to his own conclusions since that day, conclusions which were simple. A person cannot pass on unless they have no regrets or unless they have made peace wit their regrets.

"That is true, though that is not the reason that you are here" said a voice which caused Harry to blink out of his stupor and turn around in surprise to see who had addressed him. What he saw when he turned around was a young girl who had long white hair and was dressed in robes of blue, her skin was just a touch darker than the girls he knew really well (imagine Princess Yue from Avatar the last Airbender), wearing a beautiful silver tiara. As for her eyes… he couldn't decide color of her eyes, they kept shifting and changing, and as he continued to look into her eyes he felt that it was kind of like looking inside a kaleidoscope.

"Who are you?" asked Harry warily. He knew for a fact he didn't know her, yet she felt… familiar, very familiar.

The girl smiled as if extremely amused by that question "Who am I you ask, an ironic question considering that you are my supposedly my master."

Harry was confused for a moment before he immediately realized what she meant. He was the Master of the Deathly Hallows; He was the master of Death itself, which meant…

"Your Death" stated Harry before his eyes went wide.

"Indeed" said the girl with a smile, as he held out her hand and a long white staff appeared in it "and we have much to discuss."

The girl slammed the staff down onto the ground and the entire landscape changed. What was once an empty white expansion of space was now a beautiful lush green meadow with light shining through the trees, the entire place felt so full of life that and magic that Harry almost felt as if he were in the presence of a Patronus. Harry looked around in wonder as he said "This place…"

"Is beautiful isn't it?" Death said with a smile on her face "It is one off the most beautiful parts of Ashenvale, a forest in the land of Kalimdor which is one of the continents of Azeroth… which shall now be your new home."

"Wait… what?" Harry asked "My new home? Aren't I supposed to be… I don't know, going to the afterlife to be with my fallen friends and family?"

"You are the master of the Deathly Hallow's Harry James Potter" Death replied as she looked at him seriously "It is not just a mere title, for you see the master of the Deathly Hallow's becomes my Champion, not my Lord but my Champion. And my champions have tasks to fulfill before I allow them the peace of death, and even then they are immortal and can only die through external forces like weapons and poisons… and if you ever try to end your life on your own, you will suffer my… displeasure."

Harry shivered at that and instantly knew that whatever happened he would try his level best to avoid such a fate, which meant that he would have to endure on this world at least until his tasks were done, and with that thought he asked "What are my tasks?"

"Each champion of mine has 3 tasks and you are no different" Death replied "The first task is one that you have already completed, the death of Lord Voldemort, the next two tasks are to defeat tyrants even worse than them. Your second task if to defeat the Lich King and his Champion Arthas Menethil, and your final task is to defeat that foolish little student of Khaz'goroth; Neltharion or as they now call him Deathwing."

Death paused a moment before continuing "Understand that there is no hurry to complete you tasks my Champion, for death is patient and all thing will come to me eventually. Your presence is just to speed up that process and prevent the untold suffering they will cause in the meantime… You will need help that is no doubt and I have already called in an old favor from a friend off mine in order to gain you the first of many allies you will need, but I shall grant you 3 gifts, the first is a bit of knowledge of this land and it history as well as the linguistic ability you will need to communicate with the major races off this world. The second is a chance to return to your own world, gather whatever you can and return back to this world, though I would suggest that you wait before you use that gift as it can be only use once and you will never know when you will need it… the last gift is something that you will have to choose for yourself, though I warn you to choose wisely, though you must choose quickly?"

Harry thought about for a moment. He was in a completely different world fighting a war against forces that he felt were more terrible and more powerful than Lord Voldemort. He ran through a number of skills that he could ask for like Tonk's ability to metamorph but then he wondered if it would be really useful? So he decided to think on what would be the thing he needed the most in order to be successful. The first and foremost things that came to mind were knowledge and skill… But he couldn't just ask for knowledge and skill. He knew for a fact that asking straight up for knowledge and skill he needed could prove fatal, as the first thing that Professor McGonagal drummed into her students minds at their first class at Hogwarts not to attempt to learn everything about everything as it would take you almost ten thousand years to do so, and that was only if there hadn't been any advancements made in that time. And trying to speed up the process using rituals or spells would simply end up in your head exploding and even if Death did make sure that he survived his head exploding (and Harry immediately tried to steer his head away from that mental image), or ensured that his head didn't explode, his mind would be crammed so full of facts that he would waste dozens of years simply trying to sort it all out and that was something he really didn't want to do.

Consequently the reverse could happen. He could ask for the knowledge and skills he needed and gain absolutely nothing… After the only reason Voldemort was defeated was through seven years of unbelievably sheer dumb luck, and Death could simply decide that was all her champion needed to complete his tasks… and theoretically it was possible but that could also mark the loss of many people, after all Death had stated that she had brought him here to prevent the suffering that her people would go through, and he knew that it would take a long time to forgive himself if people unnecessarily died due to his carelessness.

So what to ask for… while he could ask for an increase in a specific skill, everything had a weakness, which he was sure his enemies would exploit. On the other hand he couldn't simply ask for a general increase in his skills as he had no idea if they would be useful… Finally his mind came to a halt as he thought through one possible answer. It was one of the many things that Sirius and he had discussed during his stay in Grimmauld place, simply to pass the time… He knew that the skills he gained could be useful… but would they be useful? And more importantly could he use them together?

Still his mind could come up with no alternative and so he said "I would like the skills necessary to recreate the Marauders Map."

Death smiled and said "You have chosen… wisely!"

She then stepped forward and placed her hand on his head and said "Good Luck my Champion… you will need it."

And then Harry slumped into unconsciousness.

"Tyrande, can you please tell me what we are searching for?" asked Malfurion, the Archdruid and leader of the Centaurian Circle, as he followed the love of his life through the enchanted forest of Ashenvale. "I can't be off much help unless I know what I am looking for."

"I do not no my love" she replied "As I told you before Elune came to me in a dream and directed me to this place. She said that we would find something that looks quite odd and that looks like it certainly does not belong in the forest and that it would greatly benefit our people in the coming future."

"Tyrande, the Legions invasion happened a little over 2 months ago" Malfurion responded "We could find a lot off things that certainly look odd in the forest at the moment, exactly how are we…"

Tyrande turned around and looked at Malfurion, wondering why he had suddenly stopped speaking and found him staring at something that was hidden from her view thanks to the tree line. Stepping closer to him she followed his line of sight to see what had stunned him speechless and when she saw what it was the only thing that she could certainly think was "well that certainly looks odd"

There in the clearing was a Human male who looked quite young and was lying in the middle of the clearing, moonlight which was almost as bright as when the she summoned the aid of Elune herself, was shining down on him. He was dressed in what could be defined as the robes of the High priestess, except that it was modified to be worn by a male. On his right side lay a pure white cloth that had been spread to keep 3 items clearly on it. The first was a simmering silver-black cloak, the second was a ring that looked to be made out of Mithril blessed by the goddess herself on which a ruby with a odd symbol engraved on it was mounted. The third was a pure black stick or wand, no longer than 15 inches which both the High Priestess and the Archdruid could sense, radiated power. Quite an odd collection next to an equally odd site and neither Tyrande nor Malfurion had any doubt that this was what Elune wanted them to find, though what they were going to do then they certainly had no idea.

Harry awoke with a massive headache, his eyesight slightly blurred and mouth dry, and the first thing is he did was use his Occlumency to clear his mind, before he suddenly realized one important fact, he didn't have any abilities in Occlumency, much less something this advance, which meant that his meeting with death had actually happened and he was in an unknown world all on his own.

Tears swelled up as he tried to get his emotions under control. The deaths of Remus, Tonks, Fred and so many more weighed heavily on both his conscious and his heart. Ideally the part of his brain that was not filled with grief wondered how he was able to keep a cool head when speaking to Death when he realized that she must have done something to make it so.

Harry let his emotions run through his system before he finally pushed those feelings back and concentrated on what he had to do. The first thing he did was use his Occlumency skills to organize his mind. Every single charm, conjuration, transfiguration, jinx, hex and curse along with a few other spells he had ever learned in school, he organized them in his mind. And while he did so he found that he knew a lot off things that could have made him a much better dueler than he was and immediately resolved to try to utilized them the best he could to the fullest of their capabilities.

The second thing he did was look at the magical knowledge that Death had granted him and was amazed at the sheer versatility of the stuff needed to create the Marauders map.

High level Legilimency, Arithmancy and Transfiguration from his father, Runes, Warding, and Inscribing from Remus, Charms, Occlumency and forbidden knowledge from the Black library from Sirius and surprisingly well thought out Herbology and gathering skills from Pettegrew, which were used to create specific ink's for specific paths off the map… and Harry realized right then and there that Pettegrew's contribution was no less essential or important than that off the other Marauders, regardless of what Sirius said. The map was truly a work of art that involved a much higher level of intricacy and complexity in magic than Harry would have ever guessed and it was no wonder why others hadn't been able to recreate it ad He doubted that even Dumbledore and Voldemort working together would have been successful if they tried. The Marauders were truly a collection of the best prodigies of their generation… and now all that knowledge and skill was in him.

Harry pushed himself off the bed and held out his hand and muttered "Accio"

The elder wand quickly flew into his hand and with it Harry conjured a glass and muttered "Aguamenti"

The glass was filled with clear water which Harry drank. A simple vanishing spell on the glass causing it to vanish into thin air while Harry drove back into the confines off his mind in order to access and organize the knowledge that Death had given him about this world, the first thing he watched was Arthas is journey, from the moment he fought against the blade-master of the Orc Blackrock clan to the slaughter of Stratholme's citizens, to his journey to Northland to his claiming of Frostmourne. Then he watched as the fallen prince came back to his kingdom, slaughtered his father and burned it to the ground, all in the name of the Scourge. He then watched he fought against the High-Elves of Quel'thalas, victory and victory over the Ranger-General Sylvannas Windrunner, who never gave up and never stopped fighting despite the insurmountable odds. He watched as Arthas defeated her and her rangers and turned them into his mindless banshees, before razing Silvermoon and resurrecting Kel'thuzad. He saw then how they invaded Dalaran and used Medivh's spell-book to bring the Burning Legion back to Azeroth.

The scenes in his mind then changed, as he watched Thrall, from his journey as a slave to Blackwood to his freedom and then his meeting with Grom Hellscream and the Warsong clan before he finally returned to the his clan, the Frostwolves. He watched as he helped the clan in whatever way he could while simultaneously learning from Dreakthar the path off the Shaman. Harry watched as Thrall met with Ogrim Doomhammer and together with them fought to liberate the orc's from the camps and then saw Doomhammer fall and Thrall, as per the Warcheif's final wishes, took his place. He watched as Thrall led the Orc's to Durnhold and his fight with the armies there until he finally defeated his former master Blackwood and then called upon the spirits to raze Durnhold to the ground. His vision shifted and He watched as Thrall met with the Profit Medivh, calling the clans and then together sailing for Kalimdor. Watched as the flagship that contained the Warcheif crashed onto an island, where he made an alliance with the trolls that lived there and together with them continued o their path to Kalimdor. He then watched as Thrall aided the Tauren in their flight before finding and uniting the scattered clans of the Orc's, before he set out for the mountain where in he could meet with the Oracle, though not before sending Warsog clan into the woods of Ashenvale, a decision that later proved to be a mistake. He then watched as the Warcheif journeyed through the mountain and his meeting with the prophet before he united with the Human leader, Jaina Proudmoore and rescued Grom Hellscream from Mannoroth control before he and Grom travelled into a canyon and defeated the great pit-lord themselves.

His vision changed again as he watched Tyrande Wisperwind avoid the burning Legion as they cut through Ashenvale, as she fought with them while simultaneously awakening the Druids, how she freed her lover's brother Illidan Stormrage by slaughtering her own people, Harry could very clearly see the pain in her eyes as she did so… but even the she did not loose hope. He saw her meeting with the Prophet and the subsequent alliance with the Alliance and the Horde. He watched as Archimonde and the Burning Legion fought their way through all 3 bases and subsequently right into Malfuroin Trap… His vision shifted rapidly and he watched as she, under the guidance of Elune, with the aid of the Archdruid brought him to the House of Elune wherein he now lay.

He didn't just get a recent History lesson, no while he watched the events of the Third War his mind was learnt Orcish and Darnassian, he had no need to learn Common as it was just simple English and he already knew Draconic, the language of the Dragonflights. It was after all present in his home world under a different name, and that name was parseltongue.

Harry awoke, h could still feel the Elder wand in his hand so he sat up and with a quick Aguamenti he drenched his head with cold water causing him to shake his head. A quick drying spell, to dry up any place on which the water fell before he got out of bed and looked at what he was wearing, it was a pure white robe which he guessed the elves used either for patients or for when they went to bed. Either way it didn't matter because with a quick wave off his wand he transformed his attire into something more comfortable (imagine the Level 1 SOLDER uniform from Final Fantasy 7).

Harry knew that it wasn't going to last. Transfigurations never do unless their permanent ones, but those took preparation time and effort and Harry saw no use in doing so as he only needed it for one meeting. Walking over to the table from where he had seen the elder wand fly into his hand he looked at the Resurrection Stone, which was mounted on a ring made from what he could tell was Mithril and the Invisibility Cloak which had a Mithril Broach in the shape and design of a shield. He put on the ring and then took the cloak and pulled it around him, attaching it with the broach, before puling the hood over his face. He could see from the reflection in a nearby table that he wasn't invisible, but for some reason that didn't surprise him. He was the master of the Deathly Hallow's now, and somehow he knew that he could bend all 3 off them to his will, and he did just that. Focusing on the cloak around him he willed it to come around him and become invisible, and in the blink off an eye it did. He was completely invisible and didn't even have a shadow, something that confused him but hey, this WAS a part of deaths cloak after all. And then just for sheer amusement he Apparated from one edge of the room to another and yet not a sound was heard. Harry was really going to like using Deaths Cloak.

Willing himself back to visibility he walked straight through the door's of the room where in he lay and the first thing he saw were the 2 leaders off the Night Elves, Malfurion and Tyrande speaking to the General of the Sentinals, Shandris Feathermoon. Making his way towards them, he saw all 3 off them fall silent as he neared them and he then spoke in perfect Darnassian as he said "Thank you for finding me, for helping me and for Healing me Archdruid Stormrage, High Priestess Wisperwind and Sentinal General Feathermoon."

Tyrande, who along with Malfurion and Shandris looked shocked for a moment at the fluency in which I spoke the language replied "It was our pleasure stranger, I am afraid to say that we do not know who you are human."

"I am afraid to say that I have left my humanity behind me High Priestess" Harry replied, though what made him say that he did not know "Though as for my name, well it is Harry James Potter."

"I see…" said Mafudon, who looked slightly startled at the words he used, because for him it wasn't that long ago that he had met the Last Guardian, who had used similar words to describe himself. "and since you already know who we are, may I ask you what do you plan to do now."

"Archdruid, I am not originally from this world, rather I have been brought here for specific tasks… tasks which are beyond my capabilities at this moment" Harry replied "What I plan to do now is to find myself a trainer… a person who will train me in the ways of this world and in the ways of a warrior so that when the time comes I will be strong enough to complete my tasks with as little lives lost as possible."

"What do you mean when you say that you want as little lives lost as possible?" asked the Archdruid.

"Archdruid, you yourself saw the return of the Burning Legion, but do not think that just because they have been defeated they are gone. Dozens of Demons, Dreadlords and other servants off the legion still exist in this world and they are still a threat. In addition Achemonde's return has marked the beginning of several great wars, wars that will cover the entire planet." Harry replied "My task is to end those wars before they can truly begin. Make no mistake that the world will survive and its inhabitants will be victorious, but the loss off life will be devastating… and should I survive this war I will have hoped to have made friends who I would lay down my life for and a place… a place to return to and to call home."

"Well said Harry James Potter" replied the High Priestess "And there is no need for you to search for a trainer, as Shandris will train you."

"She/I will?" both Harry and Shandris asked in surprise.

"You will" Tyrande replied calmly and firmly to the Sentinal General.

'Interesting and Exhausting'

Those would be the two words that Harry would choose to describe the past 14 weeks he had lived with the Kaldorei under the tutelage of the Sentinal General and though his training had been extremely hard work, he had improved in leaps and bounds since he had first started his training. Though that was not surprising considering that Shandris had stuck by the words she had first spoken to him when they had started this training "I will understand if you want to back out from my training and look for another tutor considering that with me it is either learn fast or die trying."

Harry had to admit though that she was a harsh but fair teacher when it came to him. She always pushed him to his limits when it came to training with her, and she trained him not just in combat but in the way of the sisters of Elune as well, though Tyrande quickly took over that when Shandris had taught him all her limited knowledge of the sisterhood allowed her to. And when he asked them why they trained him in their ways, considering that he didn't know of another male being trained in that way she had told him that though it was extremely uncommon, it was not exactly unheard off. As there had been several male Night-Elves in the sisterhood but those who were, had been chosen by Elune herself before they had even begun their training, very few had been offered such a thing and none had ever refused and Harry was certainly NOT going to be the first one either as it was thanks to Elune that he had come into the good graces of the Kaldorei and he was not going to insult her by refusing her teachings.

It was rough hard work, with exhausted him physically (something that he was not unfamiliar with thanks to the Dursleys treatment, or rather mistreatment of him) and mentally (something that he was use to thanks to the Horcrux connection with was present between him and Voldemort, something that said Dark Lord utilized to torture him to the best of his abilities) though unlike both cases, here he was taken care of after every grueling training session, by the sisterhood who more often than not utilized one of the Night Elves famous Moon Wells (likely on Tyrande's orders). Malfurion had also instantly noticed his bad physical state, and was quick to guess the cause had something to do with his childhood (7 years of living like a normal human being cannot make up for ten years of gross mistreatment after all) though he didn't pry into what it was. Instead he and several off his fellow Druids came up with a systematic plan to restore him to what he should have been, which included a strict diet as well as several sessions of Druidic healing.

That being said however things had been rapidly changing within the Night Elves… well rapidly with a Night Elf's sense of time, slowly with a human's. For when Harry had told Tyrande about the upcoming wars, she had begun preparations within her people in the event that he failed. She knew very well that there were quite a few female Night Elves that wanted to be druids, just as there had been quite a few male that wanted to be Sentinals, and even several that wanted to be priests of Elune. She had begun to rapidly dissolve the borders based on gender that prevented this, using Harry himself as a catalyst. Not that the Boy-Who-Lived minded, rather he actually supported this, though he couldn't actively show this as Shandris is training left him so winded that he didn't have the energy to do so.

Still whenever he did have spare time which was the time in his breaks (that his trainer gave him from time to time) and wasn't sleeping from exhaustion he either found himself with Malfurion discussing either the druids or the various Dragonflights, or he found himself with Tyrande discussing the Kaldorei as a whole. He was suspicious off it at first and was tempted to using Legilimacy to figure out if there was a hidden motive in their behavior, considering that he didn't have the time to properly investigate thanks to his training, but refrained because he was rapidly beginning to think off them as his friends and even if he wasn't, he was certainly not going to behave like Snape towards them. Though he did notice that none of them had proper Occlumency skills and just before he resolved to try and teach them he was warned off this course by Death itself. She said that she would explain why when they next met, if he wanted to know then, and if he decided to teach them after that then she would allow him too. This basically told him that they would be meeting sometime soon, and it was not going to be at his deathbed on this world.

He did of course figure out why and ironically it was Shandris who gave him the answer when she was lecturing him on the importance of his training. He was the first male to be chosen to study under the sisterhood ever since the Highborn started devoting themselves to Arcane magic. He was the first human to properly learn about Elune, and would probably be the only Human male to be chosen by Elune herself for a long time (and that's in Night Elf standards), not to mention that the High priestess has always trained Elune's chosen. Then there was the fact that Malfurion and Tyrande were natural born parents, or rather that is what he was able to get by looking… well in the words of a muggle manga that Hermione had given him right before the start of his 6th year, looking underneath the underneath, when he could get Shandris to talk about the High Priestess, the Archdruid and/or her past. He could see that they sometimes couldn't help but see him as a child (and to be faire by Night Elf Standards he was a 7 year old), that and they were forming some kind of a parental bond with him, similar to what they had formed with the Sentinel General when her parents had been killed during the War of the Ancients. Something that he honestly didn't mind, and truth be told rather like and felt honored by.

"Tyrande, you called for me?" Harry asked as he stood in the High Priestess is meeting room in the House of Elune. Malfurion, Sandriss and Tyrande had insisted that he call them by their first names unless the situation demanded otherwise and though it took a lot of convincing, he had begun to do so.

"Indeed I did Harry" Tyrande replied "Shandris has spoken nothing but good in terms of your training as a sentinel, and I feel the same in your training in the ways of Elune, and so, we have a mission for you, your first solo mission to be precise"

"If you think I am ready High Priestess, than give the order and I will do my best to fulfill it to the best off my ability." Harry replied clearly. He knew that he was not dealing with his friend and trainer now but rather the leader of the Kaldorei and as such it was prudent to act as such.

"Both the Sentinal General and I think that you are ready Harry." She said "And your mission is simple, you are to go to meet the Warcheif off the Horde and deliver this message to him, and if you feel that there is anything that you can do to improve our relations with the Horde you have my permission to do so. Good luck Harry."

"Thank you Tyrande, and I promise I will not let you down." Harry replied and with those parting words he apparated away.

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