Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings

Chapter 1: For Good.

The days following the war were hectic. The survivors had set themselves up at Hogwarts and it would be awhile before anyone felt safe enough to leave. Thankfully that meant many people on hand to help fix up the castle.

The students that stayed to fight got a lot of hands on experience with building and construction spells. People wouldn't even leave for medical attention so they had to bring in healers from St. Mungoes.

Harry Potter, The-Man-Who-Conquered, was hardly seen when not supplying the power to help structure the crumbled walls. Even then he was almost always in the company of Draco Malfoy. After the battle Harry took it upon himself to guard the former Death Muncher (everyone agreed to sign the petition for them to be remembered as such) who turned against Voldemort in the final battle.

Many thought he should be in Azkaban awaiting his trial but Harry disagreed. He had been to Azkaban before and even with the much diminished forces of Dementors it was still a desolate place. He grew up with Draco and while the boy was a major ponce the time in Azkaban would no doubt break him.

Of course with all the hostilities against him despite Harry defending him, Draco needed to stay out of the public eye as much as possible.

Maybe if Harry hadn't cared as much and left Draco to rot in Azkaban where many thought he deserved to be they wouldn't have gotten tangled into a mess.

Hermione Granger, member of the Golden Trio, the smart one, the ugly duckling, the control freak, the anchor, the know-it-all, the one-who-got-them-through. She was all those things and more, lauded as the best witch of their generation. After the battle it was Hermione who decided to get everyone to help in the restoration of Hogwarts, and like all her great ideas she got it in the library or what was left of it.

Hermione had been walking around Hogwarts thinking about her parents. Doctor and Doctor Granger were blissfully unaware they had a daughter. Before Hermione had gone cross-country horcrux hunting with her best friends, she had erased her parent's memories and sent them across the ocean to Australia where they would open another dental practice and stay safe.

Hermione was thinking of how to retrieve her parents. Like all her walks in Hogwarts her feet led her to the library. Like the towers it seemed the library had taken a beating. She couldn't stand the sight of the smoking walls and overturned books, so she rounded up a group of people and organized them in cleaning up. Of course other people heard what they were doing and began fixing up other parts of the castle. Each area had a D.A. member in charge and of course Hermione was overlooking the library.

It was there while clearing the rubble of another collapsed wall that Hermione came across a small room. It held a table, a chair, an old leather bound book, and scholar's glasses. With what Hermione found in the text she took it and the glasses straight to the room Harry was in.

Hermione arrives in the 'prison room' as it was dubbed by everyone. It was really just a small classroom with an attached office that Draco slept in. The desks were pushed to the back and a sitting area was erected with a sofa, a few chairs, and a low table.

Hermione entered startling Draco and Harry from one of their daily arguments about comforts or some such nonsense. Personally Hermione thought Draco should be helping rebuild the school, but he wasn't allowed a wand outside this room and people didn't want to pass that up. She didn't see the big deal though the casters rarely used anything over fifth year jinxs and Draco had used worse on others when he was a sixth year.

Hermione called attention to herself and showed Harry the book she found ignoring Draco rolling his eyes, she knew a spell that could do that for him it was quite painful though.

"Look at this Harry," she exclaimed excitedly. "One of the walls in the library was hiding a study room and this book." She handed the book to Harry to read, but he waited for her to explain it while he skimmed. "It's a history of the world from the beginning, told in a magical perspective. You know our history only goes back as far as the fall of Atlantis and the raise of Merlin. I only skimmed it on the way over here so I don't know all the details yet but this tells how the world was made, the original name of Atlantis (It's Númenor, by the way) and all other types of things.

Before Harry could reply, Neville Longbottom burst into the room. It seems Ron finally got tired of Draco being there but Seamus Finnegan was trying to talk him down while Neville came and warned them. Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance then Hermione put the book and glasses to the side on the low table.

"You know Ron, he won't be talked down and he has gotten much better at "inspiring" people so I wouldn't be surprised if he instigated a riot already." Hermione said taking out her wand.

Neville set up himself as a physical barrier between Draco and the door, while Draco discreetly took out his wand, not that it didn't go unnoticed. Harry looked around and sighed before tilting his face up with his hand on the bridge of his nose. It was just like the hot-headed member of the trio to go in wands blazing. When Harry removed his hand he was still looking up and saw a shocking but unsurprising sight, but before he could call attention to it ten people had blown open the doors and started firing and disarmers.

Of course they were ready and holding the larger group off, forcing them to put up shields and pushing them back into the hall. Ron was the only one to gain footing into the room dodging around and sending his own spells back. It was Draco that saw an opening and fired a cutting curse at Ron's wand hand, but a shield came from above him and deflecting the spell towards the side table where the book and glasses where.

In an instant the curse struck the book and was absorbed and a blue glowing sphere formed around the book. No one took notice as the sphere fluctuated and grew rapidly, but then it expanded to the size of the room freezing everything it touched.

To the outside observers the room simply imploded, leaving nothing but burns gouged deep into the walls, ceiling and floor of the room.

That day the wizarding world lost a savior again. This time for good.