Here is my attempt at a Harry Potter/Hobbit crossover. Please review with any comments you have negative or positive. Thanks for reading.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Hobbit, anything you recognize I do not own.
The first year after the battle passed normal enough. Hermione, Ron and I finished our schooling at Hogwarts and graduated with our NEWTS. Once I graduated however I became a recluse to avoid being mobbed whenever I left the wards around my house. To drive of boredom I became a scholar learning old and forgotten magic. Whilst learning I also acquired a part time job as an unspeakable, which was perfect due to its anonymity and the great research library they have.
The one thing that I have neglected to mention is the hallows. When I woke up the morning after the battle they had gathered next to me on my bedside table. After a year of trying to lose them, by burning, breaking and exploding, I finally accepted the truth that they have bonded to me.
It was on my 30th birthday that I noticed something strange. Although it is true that magical folk age slower than muggles looking in the mirror I saw that I had not aged a day since the battle. This sent me into another spiral of denial and frenzied research to find the answer to my youthful appearance, I could not find an answer.
Alongside the hallows another object appeared on the first morning after the battle, this object I didn't reject as it was beautiful and familiar. This was of course the sword of Gryffindor. After thinking back on my adventures with the sword either blind luck against the basilisk or stabbing stationary objects, the horcruxes, so I decided to get help so I travelled the world learning from masters in various arts.
The next 200 years of my life make for a sad story of me distancing myself from friends and family so that when death finally takes them it won't hurt so much. I found out the hard way that it doesn't work when Molly passed away. So I gathered my resolve and an advanced glamour to hide my youthfulness and once again started interacting with the world leaving my job as an unspeakable and joining the auror force alongside Ron. One by one all of my friends greeted death until the only living connection to my past was my godson Teddy.
When Teddy confronted me on my long existence I shared with him my secrets and he found the answer to my prolonged life. "Death can't take his master can he?" Are the words he whispered after I mentioned the Hallows.
I have grown weary of this world, watching friend after friend die in front of my eyes so I searched for an escape and find one I did the veil of death that Sirius fell through. So I sorted out my estate at Gringotts and with only the cloak around my shoulders, the stone on my finger, the wand in my hand and my sword at my waist I stepped through the curtain leaving my old life behind me.
Once I passed the curtain I fell and the pain started; it was hundreds of times worse than the cruciatus curse. It felt like the skin was being peeled from my back whilst simultaneously being burned by a dragon and being clubbed by a troll.
It seemed to last forever but it only lasted seconds. I landed on the ground but was aching too much to move other than to check I still had the hallows and my sword then consciousness fled me and I passed out.
When I rose the next morning I stretched and looked about where I landed the night before. I was in a bright airy forest where the trees all towered over me. Shrugging my shoulders I shook out my limbs and sorted walking in a random direction.
I had been walking for some time when I heard the soft clip-clop of a horse behind me. Deciding caution was the best bet I abandoned the path to hide in a bush. Peering out from between the leaves I saw an old man wearing a grey travelling cloak with a pointy hat the same shade of grey riding a brilliant white stallion towards me down the path. In fact thinking about it he looked quite a bit like Dumbledore but without his flamboyant dress sense.
Thinking that he looks ones safe I appeared from the bush causing the man and horse to slow to a stop. "God morning" I called as manners have been drilled into me from a young age while at the Dursley's.
"What do you mean?" He said "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?" Oh great I thought sighing slightly not only does he look like Dumbledore but he is as eccentric as him. "None of those in fact I meant it as a greeting and may I ask who are you?"
Straightening up he stroked his beard and stated "I am Gandalf and Gandalf means... Me."
"Okay. I am Hadrian and might I inquire as to where I am."
"You are in the Middle Earth" he said with certainty however I did not recognize the name and he saw that in my posture and face. "Where do you come from?" He questioned as he saw my defeated posture.
"Another world it seems" I said and then we sat and I shared my story.