Hello, everyone! This is my second HP/LOTR crossover story. And for those who are reading my first one, Crossroad of Fate, no I haven't gave up on. I'm just not happy with wording for chapter six, but I am working on it. However, this plot bunny would not leave me alone and thus this story was born. Enjoy!

Chapter one: The two who had returned.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Warden on such short notice." Professor McGongall said as she sat down behind her desk.

Mr. Warden leaned forward in his seat. "You said you had something you needed to give me?"

McGonagall nodded and handed over a piece of parchment with two words written on it. He narrowed his eyes as he recognized the language they were written in—Sindarin, a tongue long forgotten. It stated: Speak friend.

"Mellon" He said and watched as words began to form on the paper in the Sindarin tongue, stating:

I have been sent back to complete another task, but this time in a body not of my own. No, I have returned in the body of an old man killed by Voldermort—a person by the name of Albus Dumbledore. Shocking it must have been for him to see an old foe walking around stronger then before. He fears me now and it gave the light a foothold to cling to.

Then came the 1970's—"The years of Terror". Voldermort influence grew. The giants joined him. Bartemius Crouch, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement gave the Aurors the authority to use drastic methods. And I became headmaster of Hogwarts. The formation of the Order of the Phoenix followed shortly.

But a prophecy was told during 1980 of the one who would defeat Voldermort.

'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…'

The Potters had fled into hiding by use of the Fidelius charm a year later, but were betrayed. I'm not convinced that it was Sirius; my feelings tell me there is a missing piece to this puzzle. Their child was the sole survivor of the attack and Voldermort has fallen.

But this you know. You, too, were sent back to this world. I had spotted you in the sea of children when you had attended Hogwarts. You had followed in your past footsteps by choosing to become an Auror. Should something happen to me I had left instructions among the staff to have you contacted and given this. I also informed them that anyone who could read this would become the temporary headmaster in my place till the truth of my disappearance is found.

Please watch over Harry and guide him in my absent. Voldermort has attack twice since he had begun his schooling. My feelings tell me that he will arise again soon.

Take care of the Order's affairs as well. Professor Minevera McGongall will be able to aid with that. The Potion Master is another member of the Order and is our spy among the dark circles. If I haven't found someone to fill the position of Defense Against the Dark Arks by the time you read this, Remus Lupin or Alastor Moody, both are Order members, should do nicely.

Do what you deem necessary, my friend.

Farewell,

Mithrandir

P.S. Two of the students are of Aragorn's line. Their heritage is lock within the chest in my office. The password is Aragorn's name—all of them. The heir to Faramir is also within the castle.

P.P.S. I would recommend choosing Remus for Defense.

P.P.P.S. Be sure Severus plays nice and brews the necessary potion for Remus once a month.

Mr. Warden frowned before looking at McGonagall. "What do I need to do to keep the school's affairs in order and when was the last time the Order of Phoenix met?"

"How—"

"He told me in the letter, Professor." He explained, sliding the letter into his pocket. "Albus and I were close friends, though many did not know that. We have helped each other many times."

McGonagall frowned. "Shortly after the war."

"I'll need to meet with some of them, shortly, to start preparing."

"Preparing? For what?"

Mr. Warden sighed. "Albus believes that Voldermort will rise again soon and I learned a long time ago not to ignore his hunches."

"What about your job?"

"It will be put on hold." He shrugged. "He was always good at getting what he wanted to happen done. Even if he wasn't there to see it occur. And I for one don't want to discover what he planned to happen if I didn't agree to this position."

McGonagall lips twitched. "True."

"Please do me a favor and contact Remus Lupin and informed him that he has been hired to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." Mr. Warden said, pushing his blond ponytail over his shoulder.

"I don't believe he applied for the position."

"Ma'am, if I got volunteered to be the headmaster in Albus stead till he is found, then Mr. Lupin can be volunteered to be a professor."

McGonagall frowned. "Mr. Warden, that is not how—"

He raised his hand for silence and then cocked his head towards the closed door. A quiet tap, tap, tap sounded through the air. Mr. Warden walked towards the door and opened it, raising an eyebrow as an owl flew passed him and landed on the desk. "Going to get that, milady?"

McGonagall glared at him before taking the letter from the owl and read it, paling as she did. "This is not good."

"What is it?"

McGonagall sighed and stared him straight in the eyes. "Harry is missing."

"Let me see the letter." He took the letter from her and began reading it.

Dear Professor Minerva McGongall,

We have received intelligence that your student Harry Potter had conducted improper use of magic earlier this evening. Immediately following this event, he ran away from his home. If you have any knowledge of Mr. Potter location, please contact the…

Mr. Warden shook his head and tossed the letter back on the table as he rose to his feet.

"Where are you going?"

He paused by the doorway and glanced back. "To look for the boy, milady. Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban recently, as you know. The sooner we find him the safer he will be."

"And you think you can find him?"

"Better then some fools can." He replied as he walked down the corridor.

Well, there is the end of chapter one. Like? Hate? Let me know please!