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I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of The Rings.

Summary:

After the death of his loved ones, Harry searched for a spell that would bring him peace, but the spell he found only brought the opposite. Sending him to a different world where there was another war which he never wanted to be part of.

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Chap.01


A tall man sat on his great oak chair. His face, which only could be described gorgeous compared to an ordinary man's, was turned towards the crystal window. His appearance was of a young man of twenty-five, though many people mistook him for younger, and was slightly built. He was actually over thirty, reaching thirty-nine now. He was not married nor had he a lover. He had once, but she had been killed in the war, leaving him heartbroken. Alone in his dirt free, yet messy study room, his unreadable bright emerald eyes looked at the stars in the night before him.

"Dobby." He called still gazing out the window. In the middle of the room, a house elf appeared with a pop.

"Yes, master?" The house elf said as he bowed. The raven haired man turned and tossed a box that was rapped in bright green with a blue ribbon on top.

"Here, catch." He said with an expressionless face. The house elf caught the box in his long thin fingers and looked at it, trying to figure out why his master has given him this. It was not Christmas or any other holiday he knew of.

"What is this, may Dobby ask master?" he asked, getting an uneasy feeling. The master looked at Dobby, a warm smile on his pale face.

"Open it first Dobby." He said quietly. Dobby ripped the wrapper, opening the box and frowned when he looked inside. He didn't make a move to grabbing what the box held, but simply stared at it because of its meaning.

"Dobby not understands master." The elf raised his head from the box and stared at his master who was still sitting on his dark wooden chair.

"It's a gift Dobby." The man said, his smile still warm. The elf looked back down at the opened box and back at his smiling master.

"A gift for Dobby master?" the elf asked still confused as to why he has received the gift. The men rubbed his neck, closed his eyes and sighed.

"You don't need to call me master anymore Dobby." Dobby fell silent, making the room dead, but the silence didn't last long for the house elf panicked in horror.

"But… Dobby not understands. Does… master not want Do... Dobby anymore? Ha… has has Dobby done bad? Bad Dobby! Bad! Do… Dobby must be punished punish himse…!" Dobby stammered hysterically while he kneeled on the ground readying himself to bash his large head to the red carpet. However, before he could his master interrupted.

"Dobby. I have a big favor to ask you." The master stood from his chair letting his silky robe to fall to its full length.
The hysterical elf stopped instantly and straitened himself like a solider, bowing his head instead of a salute.

"Yes master. Dobby will do anything for master." Dobby said as he watched his master stretch his right arm picking up a white envelope from his desk.

"I'm not your master anymore Dobby. You're free to do whatever you wish now, just like that time all those years ago." The raven-haired men said as he stood holding the envelope and staring at nothing with a tiny smile, but with unfocused sad eyes.

"Master…" Dobby looked at the sad emerald eyes and whispered sadly. From a corner of the room that the torchlight didn't reach all the way, a jade eyed beast that had been watching from the beginning rose and came swiftly to the tall man, licking his left hand softly in comfort. The man shook his head shaking off the memory and tossed the letter to Dobby. He grabbed his glasses that were on the left side of the table.

"Take this letter to Draco Malfoy for me Dobby. If I gave it to him myself, he'll give it back and won't let me go till I give him an answer for its meaning." He said as he petted the head of his scaly jade eyed friend, who waved her long tail softly.

"What master plans do?" Dobby asked as he caught the letter in his right hand while holding the gift in his other.

"If you wish Dobby, you can work under Draco. I mentioned that you will have the choice to in my will." The man said, ignoring the previous question, and walked away from his desk to the right.

"Will master? But master is still here." Dobby eyes widened as they followed the raven-haired man, who stopped in front of a phoenix that rubbed its head against the man's touch.

"Everything I own I'm giving it to Draco. I have no need for them… where I'm going" the man said, turning his attention back to Dobby with a smile that was as emotionless as the rest of his face.

"Master?" Dobby suddenly got a frightening chill and tightened his hold on the letter and the box. He had a very, very bad feeling now. His feelings proved true when his master pulled up his wand and sang a spell he couldn't understand. It was in a language he'd never herd. A white two dimensional oval with a black rim around it, that reflected nothing, large enough in dimension to allow a man to step in through, appeared. Though he didn't know what exactly it was, Dobby knew it was some kind of a portal.

"Where master going? Dobby will come too!" Dobby burst out, running toward his master, but he froze before he'd run half the distance. He tried to move or dispel the magic that was cast on him, only to fail. He looked at the caster with anger. The caster growled quietly in response, yet its jade eyes were soft.

"No Dobby. You must stay here. Protect Draco and his family for me. I do not wish him to die or ill will fall upon him like many others had back in the war. Besides, you won't be able to." The emerald-eyed men said in sorrow. The people he knew were mostly dead and Draco was the only one that could come close to truly being called a friend. Most died in the final and greatest battle in all of wizarding history, against the Dark Lord and his followers. When he was twenty years old, with his last best friend and the remaining wizards still alive, they set off to battle. The battle began at Hogwarts then spilled into the forbidden forest where, they spilt into groups to cover more ground. His friend took a group to lead, as he himself did the same. They fought and on the six day of the night they defeated the dark lord and his followers. Few of the dark followers escaped while the rest were either dead or taken to Azkaban. When they searched for survivors on the battlefield, his best friend was found. Motionless and lifeless. Ever since that day, he researched through books, and traveled to different parts of the world in hopes of finding a spell, portal, or anything that would let him go back to the past or anything about reviving the dead. He searched till today.

"It also goes for you two, Fawkes and Nora. I wish you two would stay here with Dobby and Draco, protecting the wizarding world. I'm am not even sure you two can come with me or are even aloud there, if I'm correct." He looked down at Nora, who snorted through her nostrils, and up at Fawkes who cocked his head.

"But I guess I can't stop you two from coming with me huh? If anything goes wrong you two will be able to get out." He said with a chuckle, tucking his wand back in to his black robe and took a step into the portal.

"No! Dobby won't let master! Dobby won't!" Dobby yelled tears starting to form in his large green eyes. Half way through, the ex-master stopped and turned his head with a bright smile.

"Good bye Dobby. Thanks for everything and I'm sorry." And stepped rest of they way into the portal, closely followed by Fawkes and Nora. As soon as the black scaled tail went through, the portal disappeared, and Dobby was free from the spell. The house elf stumbled from the sudden freedom and stood quietly staring where he last saw his master and his two creature friends.

"Master Harry Potter…why?" he whispered and bowed his head. His tears dropped inside the box that held a clean pair of green socks.

Harry thought he was dreaming again. The dream where everything felt so real yet it wasn't. Just like right now, he could feel the hard ground on his back and a cold breeze blowing, making him shiver. Then there came a small nudge on his shoulder. It felt strangely familiar, but he decided to ignore it, after all, it wasn't real. So he thought, until whatever nudged him decided to bite him. Hard enough to cause pain, but not enough to break the skin. Harry yelped and sat up quickly with wide-open eyes. He froze at the sight that greeted him.

"Where… am I?" Harry said, as he looked around his surroundings. He was sitting in the middle of a landscape covered with trees and bushes. His eyes landed on Fawkes who was perched on top of Nora's scaly back.

"Nora? Fawkes? You two okay?" he asked with concern. Fawkes cocked his head and cooed curiously while Nora did the same without sound. However, oblivious to their stare, Harry looked around his surroundings again and back at Fawkes and Nora.

"Am I in the world of the dead? Did I do the spell right?" he asked them. After years of searching for a spell to help him, he one day came across a spell that created a portal to another world which he believed, led to the world of the dead.

"Did I Nora? And… why do you look so much bigger?" Harry raised his brow and got to his feet. He kept on staring at them until Fawkes hopped off of Nora's hunched back and waddled over to him and stood tall in front of him. Now normally, Harry should have been much bigger in size than Fawkes. However, Fawkes was almost big as him in size.

"Fawkes? Oh Merlin!" Harry cried and backed away from the phoenix, shocked. He looked at his hands and found they were small and brought his right foot up to look at it. He noticed his robe was not only in the way, but it was too big for him.

"Bloody Hell! I'm a child!" he yelled and grabbed the side of his head in an attempt to comfort himself only to feel something pointy.

"Pointy ears?! How? Why? Did I cast the spell wrong? No I couldn't have. It was perfect. What's going on?!" Harry panicked and searched for his wand when he heard a scream not far away from him.

"Frodo!"

Forgetting about his panic and situation, Harry grabbed his wand and swiftly cast a spell on his robe to shrink it to fit him. He put up his hood and ran towards the horror filled scream.
"Stay hidden until I call you guys!" he told Fawkes and Nora as he disappeared through the woods.


A/N:Thank you always to my beta readers and my reviewers.