A/N: This story is actually the sequel of another story which I haven't written yet. I was originally going to wait until I finished To Do It Right, then maybe write another story, then write War for the World (this story's prequel) and then this one. But while I was browsing I found some other good HP/LOTR stories and became inspired. Or impatient. Whatever. So I decided 'what the hell' and here is the sequel sans prequel.

In terms of the prequel; War for the World happens solely in the HP universe just as this story happens solely in the LotR universe. Though I might make references to what happens/happened in WftW, you won't need to read it to make sense of this story. I'll try not to have too many spoilers for the prequel in this story, but I'm afraid it's inevitable.

To make sense of this story you have to be familiar with the Harry Potter series, the fifth book in particular.

Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. But I wish I did.

Enjoy.

Sirius ducked under the jet of red light heading toward him and laughed at his opponent.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled.¹

Sirius was having the most fun he's had all year. Baring the fact that his godson somehow decided it was a good idea for him and his friends to leave Hogwarts, break into the ministry of magic (the department of mysteries no less!), and walk right into a death eater ambush of course.

Make no mistake, once this battle was finished he and his godson were having words on acting too rash!

But it was nice to finally get out of that accursed moldy house where his only constant company was the screeching portrait and psychotic house-elf; both of whom wanted him dead and worse. When he was younger Sirius used to go stir crazy just sitting still for half an hour, let alone having to stay in his own personal hell in a forced house arrest for a whole year! If anyone should have been allowed to have a more active role in the Order, it was him. Yet it was everyone else who got to fight the death eaters responsible for putting him in Azkaban for 12 years and protect his godson while he could do nothing. All he ever heard was "You know you can't leave headquarters Sirius…" or "Don't be so rash…." he wasn't allowed to do anything!

Not this time though. His godson, his reason for surviving 12 years of torment, hell, his reason for living was in danger and no one was going to stop him from coming to help.

Unfortunately as Sirius was momentarily distracted by his thoughts, his dear cousin Bellatrix Lestrange whom he'd been fighting took the slight advantage to win the duel.

Suddenly Sirius felt a curse hit him square in the chest. He didn't even see her raise her wand! But it was no big deal. She only had a short time to curse him while he was distracted, therefore she didn't have enough time to use a very powerful or deadly hex. This one would only knock him out for a moment then he'd be back on his feet showing her why he was a legendary prankster while she was nothing more than an insane bitch.

Unfortunately, Sirius never noticed the forbidding veil right behind him.

"SIRIUS!!! NOOOO!!!!"

'Oh Harry, I'm so sorry.' was Sirius' last thought as he fell into the abyss.

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The first thing that Sirius was aware of was light. A very bright light. It seemed to have no source, it just was, and with such brilliance Sirius was surprised he had no need to shield his eyes.

The next thing he noticed was that he wasn't dead. Or if he was dead he sure didn't feel like he was. Maybe this was what life after death was like? But if it really was life after death, then wouldn't that make him alive, thus not dead?

The next thing Sirius realized was that he was really confused.

"Greetings young mortal."

Sirius' head snapped up to look at the, the…being that spoke. Surely there was no one really that perfect. And where was he?

"You are among the Valar in a place where time and space do not exist, between our world and yours."

Sirius could only gape at the being for a while. "Would you mind repeating that, in English preferably?"

"The veil which you just passed through is a portal between two of the infinite realms, though it has remained a portal seldom used. We've had beings from our world enter yours, but never the reverse until now."

"….Hey, that's great and all, but can you tell me how to get back now? It's not that I don't appreciate your hospitality, but you see my godson who I love very much is kinda in mortal peril and if you could give me a hand in getting back to him I'd be eternally grateful."

"You cannot go back. You crossed the portal and now you shall forever remain in Arda."

"…..Excuse me? I think I misheard you, something about not going back……?"

"The portal only works once for each being that passes through; just as those who left Arda never returned, neither will you ever see Earth again."

Sirius just stared at the beings stupefied. He couldn't go back. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He would never see Harry again. What was he going to do now? Was there any point in going on?

"Be at peace Sirius Black, things are not as hopeless as you make them out to be. You may start anew in Middle Earth and may yet enjoy a long and happy life."

"H-how do you know who I am? And I don't want to start anew! I want my godson! I want my friends! I want my home!" Sirius was really starting to panic now. These people just didn't understand; it didn't matter that he was a wanted fugitive wrongfully imprisoned for 12 hellish years, he needed to go home. He needed to save his godson. He needed to be there for Moony. There was so much he needed to do. He had to help stop Voldemort. He had to catch Wormtail. He had to tease Remus about his not so secret crush on Tonks. He didn't even have the chance to have the talk with Harry!

"I am Manwë of the Valar; think of us as angels and I as the head angel. I'm sorry but you cannot go back; it is not in our power to help you. I understand this is upsetting to you, but there is nothing we can do. You will not be alone in Arda; though we no longer enter Middle Earth, our servants the istari have been told of your presence and will help you." the lead being with blue robes and eyes wielding a scepter made of sapphire explained.

Sirius took a deep breath and tried to calm down. This had to be a dream. Any moment now he was going to wake up and find himself at number 12 Grimmaud Place. Once he sufficiently convinced himself of this, he looked up at the bein…the Valar to finish this dream and see where his obviously crazy subconscious took him until he woke up.

"So what are the…istri if you don't mind me asking? And what's middle earth?"

"The istari are type of Maiar, but given the bodies, physical and mental abilities and failings of old men. The Valar and Maiar are both types of Ainur, which can be compared to the angels of your realm except we had a bigger role in creating and guiding Arda, or Middle-Earth as it is more commonly known. The Valar are the most powerful and greatest of the Ainur; the lesser Ainur are the Maiar. Once we were very influential and active in Arda but at the end of the second age Eru Ilúvatar, which is the equivalent of the One God in your world, removed us from power and from Arda itself to Valinar, the equivalent of heaven to you. Though we can no longer interfere with the happenings of Middle Earth, the Maiar can. Therefore at the beginning of the third age we sent them to Arda in the form of old men, to help guide the beings of Middle Earth through persuasion and encouragement, not by force or fear. Besides being old men physically, they also have the feelings and attributes of old men – they feel all the urges, pleasures and fears of the flesh and are as susceptible to joy as fear, affection, greed, pride, lust, patience and every other human emotion as any other human. And though they are immortal by age, physically they can die through violence. They are commonly referred to as wizards by the populace of middle earth as they can perform magic. However the magic in Arda is different than that of your realm. It is yet unknown how your magic and body will react to living in this realm; you may die, lose your magic or become even more powerful. Even we do not yet know the result. Now that you have had a brief introduction to your current situation, you will be able to continue your journey to Arda. I do not know where you will end up, but try to find the Maiars Curunír, better known as Saruman the White, Olórin, better known as Gandalf the Grey or Aiwendil, better known as Radagast the Brown. They shall help you. Good luck."²

And with those parting words the world seemed to fall away under Sirius' feet.

¹ - Taken from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

² - The information found in this paragraph was taken from wikipedia search of wizard (middle earth)