AN: Hi! I know I shouldn't start new projects before the old one is done but when and idea pops into my head I have to write. So, I hope you like this one. This is going to be a Lord of the Rings crossover with Harry Potter. I'm going to try to stay as close to canon as possible with the two books. That means all of Tolkien's books not just Lord of the Rings and the Harry Potter books up to and including Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix. This story will start out in that modern day muggle world, move to the magickal world of Harry Potter then the good old girl falls into middle earth plot takes over (this will not be a Legomance nor a tenth walker story though there will be a romantic theme) then back to modern magickal world earth and after that you'll have to see where it goes. Also and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.

PART ONE: THE MUGGLE WORLD, LOCATION ONTARIO CANADA

Chapter One: A Grand Mother's Tale

An old grandmother sat in a chair looking over her grandchildren. There were four of them 3 little girls and a young boy. They were all fair of hair and had either deep grey or blue eyes. This was a great contrast to their grandmother whose once deep red-brown hair still fell in soft curls and wave to her waist. She had dark brown eyes that held years of knowledge and wisdom. She was glad to have the opportunity to tell her grandchildren the stories of their family. She was able in this way to keep old knowledge from being lost in the rush and bustle of the world.

"Grand mere, tell us again of your youth. Tell us of Grand pere and how you met." Asked one of the girls who at 8 was the eldest of the four. She wore around her neck, as did her sister and two cousins, two pendants on a light chain. One was a five pointed start in a circle and the other was a delicately formed leaf.

"Yes, Daer-Nanneth, tell us of the castle in Scotland and of the journey, tell us of your adventures." Asked the small boy excitedly.

"But my dilthen-min you have heard this story so many time before would you not like to here a different story from further back. I could tell you of you grand father's people and their stories if you wish."

"No way..." said the children together shaking their heads in rejection of the idea.

"Very well, mes petite, this may be last you hear it." Said the elderly lady sadly. "Now, where do I begin.....A yes, at the beginning."

Chapiter 2: Magick

I was never a normal girl nor was I ever a very pretty girl but as I got older I got less and less normal and being pretty seemed to get less and less important. As a child I was long of leg and tall of stature. I was un-coordinated and clumsy. My parents put me in swimming and dance to improve my physics strength, balance and co-ordination. I was always an odd child, very bright but never very popular. Actually, there were people who never understood hoe intelligent I was. In fact, there were people who thought I was down right stupid.

I was the product of the union of two extremely bright parents who had high standards for their little girl. My mother held three degrees by the time I was ten years old. She had a degree in nursing, her bachelor of education and was a registered midwife and one of the first to graduate in Ontario. She was the perfect social person who got along with everyone and whom everyone loved. My father on the other hand received his physical doctorate in geology at the age of 24 from the University of Edinborough in Scotland. My parents were very different in age my mother being twelve years younger then my father but they were both very similar in their out look on the world. Both my parents had travelled much of the world for different reasons my parents were world wise and held a balanced out look on world policy.

My parents both followed the practices of the ancient Celtic pagan peoples from which both their families had descended. I was one of the few children to be brought up in a neo-pagan house hold in our day and age. I grew up wearing a pentacle around my neck that was placed there on the day of my birth. I grew up knowing the seasons changes and celebrating Yule instead of Christmas three days early, Imbolc or Candlemas instead of groundhog day, Ostara at the spring equinox, Beltane at May Day, Litha at Midsummer's day on the longest day of the year, Lammas on the 1st of August, Madon at the autumnal equinox and Samhain the Celtic new year at Halloween.

Physical activity as well as mental was prized in my family. My mother was a swimmer and a tri-athlete and my father a road racing biker and a Nordic skier. I was from a young age encouraged to participate to the best of my abilities in these and other activities. I remember the joy at receiving my first bike and pair of cross country skies like it was yesterday.

My education began at a tender age. I was not yet in school when I began both linguistic and musical studies. I can remember when my father started to teach me French. I don't remember not being able to speak both official languages of my country. My musical studies come as no surprise seeing that both my parents played piano and my mother sang and played guitar. I began piano lessons at the same time as I began dancing, at the age of three. I began playing the recorder at six, then the flute at ten and the alto sax and piccolo at 15. I sang in choir and at home with my family.

My little Brother Sarne was always the quieter one, the more physically able and cuter one. He could do sports where I had to work hard to learn to ride a bike. Sarne was my best friend. We climb trees together, shared each others secrets. We were very close as children before I left and though we drifted apart some what after I left for school but we continued to be good friend. Yes, we fought but all siblings do and our friendship was stronger for it in the end.

In grade school I had to struggle with sever learning disabilities, dyslexia and ADD (attention deficit disorder) as well as giftedness, which in some ways was my greatest curse. I was very bright and understood complex concepts at a young age yet I had trouble with simple things like which letter was a b and which was d or reversing my 5's. I also began to wear glasses at the age of 2, my pagan background got me teased horribly. I was a miserable child as far a school went but at home I was as happy as a pig in mud.

As I said I was fluent in both French and English at the age of 7 though I struggled with literacy, more so in English then in French. My parent's thought it was important for me to understand, speak, read and write both of Canada's official languages. I thought I would go through the rest of my schooling as the outcaste daughter of the local witch family but I was wrong, when I turned eleven something happened that would change my life forever.

On Litha of the year 1994 of the common era an old flew into the center of the circle that had been cast for my families Lammas ritual. It dropped a letter right in my lap as the last quarter was called. I kept the letter until the end of the ceremony for my parents had not seen the owl drop it only that it had landed for a few seconds in the center of the circle before departing again. They had taken this to be a sign of the mother's blessing on our circle. After the ritual was over I went to my mother and said, "Mother, the spirit owl has delivered me a message."

Most parents would have been choked but in truth in my family this was not an odd thing to say. "What is the message my daughter?" My mother asked.

I tore the envelope open and read.

DearMiss Crescent Moon,

It is the our duty to inform you and your family that you possess the powers of a Water Witch. For most eleven year olds the process of beginning your education is simple you would just enrol in the Canadian Academy of Magick, however this school having its base in the Native American Shamanistic Practices does not have the resources to train a Water Witch. Thus it will be necessary for you to choose to attend a school outside of Canada. Enclosed are Pamphlets for the three schools of magick that would be able to train you. These are The Salem Witches Institute, Beaubaton Academy, and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you would please contact us on your choice we will gladly enrol you in that institute and let you know any necessary details.

Yours Sincerely,

Ravin Silverwood

Head of the Department of Magickal Education at the Canadian Ministry of Magick.

So it was that my parents and I had to choose my school for the next seven some years. This letter did not come as a shock to my mother who had been from a long line of witches trained in healing magick at the Canadian Academy of Magick, although it shocked her to find that I was a Water Witch. My mother, Lyric Moon was very happy that I had been asked to go to a school for magick.

My father, on the other hand was the son of a daughter of a squib (though we didn't know it a the time) and therefore knew nothing of magick beyond the ceremonial stuff we used in ritual. My mother had to sit him down and explain everything to him. He already new that she had powers beyond what he had, but he did not know much about her schooling. And so she told him about talking the train once a year into the Rockies to the Canadian Academy of Magick. What ensued was about a month long debate as to where I was going to go to school. My parents did want me overseas but my mother as much mistrust for travelling in the United States, it wasn't anything against the people it was just an unexplained aversion she had. It was something I never understood. In the end I was enrolled in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry because of my father's connections and family in Scotland, also one of my mother's teachers when she was in school was a Hogwarts Graduate and spoke highly of the school.

We sent my decision into the Department of Magickal education a week before then end of July and I received my acceptance letter again will the quarters were being caste for my families Lammas ritual circle. The Owl once again dropped the letter at my feet and landed briefly in the center of the circle. My mother later said that it was then she realized that the owl must be my totem animal. I was overjoyed that I had been accepted but I was a little nervous seeing that all the other students would be from the United Kingdom. I felt that I would be picked as the foreign kid.

My mother was a great support constantly telling me that I would be fine and that I would love Hogwarts and make tonnes of friends. We booked a flight to London so that my mother and I would arrive at Heathrow Airport the morning of September 1st thus I would get to spend as much time with my family as possible before I left. It was planed that my mother and I would travel to Ottawa, the largest magickal community in Canada, the next week to get my school supplies and robes. I was so exited it tingled to my toes, my mother noticed my eagerness and brought out her old school books. It was in reading those books in anticipation of my trip to Ottawa that I received my first introduction to the wizarding community. A week later I left the mundane world of muggles and entered the magickal world.

END OF PART ONE