Title: To Accept Comfort
LotR crossover with HP
Disclaimer: Any characters, places, and events from JRR Tolkien or JK Rowling, belong to JRR Tolkien or JK Rowling. Any others, I get to claim.
Chapter One- Broken Wantings
Revised, and combined first two chapters.
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Gasping, he looked down on his side where a crimson slash made its way across. The pain was just now making itself known, as the adrenaline rush from the recent battle faded.
Dead, whispered in his mind, they're all dead. You will be too, soon.
He had led his men into what was meant to be a glorious battle. His father had told him that a small band of orcs, were terrorizing villages; villages that were under Rohan's, his father's, protection. Therefore, as future king, he was required to answer to the threat.
His father was incapacitated; a disease, the royal healers had claimed. But there were whisperings of poison, deceit, and warmongering grew every day; since the King's sudden mysterious illness of mind and body.
He had been approached by Wormtongue, the King's counselor, to take trusted men and hunt the small pack of orcs. This, Grima had said, would "inspire the people, and give them hope."
You fool . Theodrèd chastised himself. This could have all been avoided, if you had listened to Èomer and had taken him up on his offer of riding with his men as well, to strengthen the party. If you had just set aside your pride and wasteful wanting's for your father to show any kind of affection or acknowledgement.
"It doesn't matter now." Theodrèd muttered bitterly to himself, in the cold forbidden battlefield. A blackness colored the edges of his sight. Signaling the death, he was sure, to come.
With the last of his sight, he saw glimpses of black specks in the sky, circling. Despairing, Theodrèd closed his eyes; not wanting to see the birds starting to prey on the dead, as he had seen before in many battlefields.
Letting his eyes slip down exhaustedly, Theodrèd silently slipped into darkness; not noticing the young man, who moved from body to body, looking for any sign of life.
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Hogwarts, Year 2002
A scream of torment and rage echoed throughout the grounds of the old school. A bright green light pierced the air, leaving behind the ash of one body and the disappearance of the other.
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Just a couple of minutes, beforehand
Two very different crowds were gathered in front of a castle. One filled with intimidating figures that were identically dressed in black dueling robes and white masks. The openings in the masks showed cold dead eyes and twitching of sneering lips.
The other consisted of children and a sparse amount of adults; they shifted nervously, some were even to the point of tears as they stood against several of the worst wizards and witches, of their world.
A mocking laugh, which had before and even now, chilled the thoughts of those who stand against it's tyrant.
"Pathetic." The voice sounded again, causing several figures to jump slightly in surprise. "Even with your precious savoir missing for months and you still hold on to the hope he'll come to the rescue of all you're little insignificant lives."
An old white haired man merely thinned his lips with displeasure, as several people around him gasped, their eyes widening, as their surprise at his words momentarily overcame their fear of the situation. They had been told by their "esteemed" Headmaster, Dumbledore, that Harry had been put in rigorous training and couldn't contact them; but when the time would come, Harry would be ready to face Voldemort.
Again the cold laugh came, as the Dark Lord watched the accusation and realization of Dumbledore's manipulations and lies.
"Ah, so it seems that your leader has kept a few things hidden. I had wondered at the lack of acknowledgment of his capture, I had made sure to leave clear signs of who took him right from your 'protection.'" Voldemort sneered, the last word, clearly enjoying his apparent victory. "I wonder what else he doesn't think you are worthy to know." Voldemort tossed in the last remark, while watching as the light army slowly decayed in fear and suspicion.
Dumbledore kept quiet, even as he was bombarded with curses and upset questions of "Why?" He continued his glaring at the man who had given away knowledge of his lies, and thus tarred beyond repair, the trust of his army.
As Voldemort's smirk grew wider with every taunt and barb, of the shattered faiths, in their leader, he decided to throw in his last tool in securing his victory. "Bring him." The Dark Lord commanded, without looking from the source of his entertainment.
The few that had heard him over the squabbling of their fellow peers watched questionably; still not fully understanding the knowledge that had been tossed at them.
Two masked men dragged a third figure, their hands roughly grasping the upper arms. The matted greasy hair hung in front of its' face, hiding the person's identity from those who hadn't already known or guessed.
The crowd shifted uneasily as the two built men dropped and situated the figure into a slumped kneeling position in front of the Dark Lord. The person raised no protest and didn't fight against the manhandling; seemingly broken, it left its' head facing downwards; the very picture of defeat and submission.
Voldemort rested his hand on the bowed head. He waited until several wary eyes met his and when he locked eyes with Dumbledore and cruelly grasped a handful of hair and pulled back, forcing the figures face into view.
Silence shook the field as frowns of puzzlement formed.
"What's this, don't recognize him?" Voldemort chortled, as he and his followers made no move to hide their amusement.
From the crowd a curly brunet haired woman took several steps forward headless of the frantic "Hermione!"s that were roughly whispered at her from a tall red headed man, behind her.
She peered at his face, "Harry?" She asked incredulously.
"Nooooo…" came the moans of several as others stared with disbelief. This broken, bleeding man in front of them couldn't be the strong willed, kind hearted Healer they knew.
"Say goodbye." Voldemort smiled, "Say goodbye to your savoir."
"Adeva Kedavra."
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So I know many of you are going to think that that was an abrupt ending to that chapter. I meant it to be that way; it was planned. I hate really long, drawn out deaths. It was a quick ending.
Next chapter will be up hopefully next week sometime now that finals are done.
Next chapter will also have Harry meeting Theodred. This chapter was just to make some changes from the original books/movies. And for those who didn't catch it in the story, Harry is 22 and a Healer.(Hint: Harry was born in 1980 according to the books.)