I would just like to say that the kernel that grew into this story was provided by another, and the only reason that I have not started it before know was because I had absolutely no idea how to start it off! Hope you like!
Oh, and I claim no ownership over Harry Potter or LOTR. Pity that.
Chapter One
Within his mind, fighting against Voldemort, Harry screamed. Clawing at the foul presence, he forced all the Magic he could muster, somehow managing to reach into the surroundings to gather more power to use against the monster. Gathering it all as best he could, he rammed it into what he imagined to be Riddle's soul, all the while chanting 'Never come back! Be dead as you should be, Tom Marvolo Riddle! It was my blood which gave you your form, and I refuse you the power of what you stole! NEVER COME BACK!'
With a scream, the Dark Lord disintegrated.
Harry screamed too as a locked and barred vault in his mind was ripped open in a similar manner as his scar. Knowledge and memories forced themselves back to their rightful places in his mind, destroying anything set to block their way, and Harry felt his Magic expand as chains seemed to fall from him.
With a gasp, Harry opened his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. Staring up into the haggard-looking face of the Venerable Defeater of Grindelwald and seeing far more in those eyes than he ever wished to, he choked "You failed, Dumbledore. I will not be Sacrificed nor Martyred. I remember everything, Old Manipulator."
He scrambled up as the man reached for his wand, he shoved past the onlookers, sparing them nary a glance as a vicious looking spell crashed into the ground behind him, he ran, heading back the way he came.
A large pile of rubble moved to block his way, but Harry bared his teeth in determination, and leaped, his form twisting in midair.
It was a midnight colt that landed on the other side of the rubble, skittering a little before charging off at a full gallop.
Entering the chaotic remains of the fight between the Order and the Death Eaters (Who appeared to be dead, all in the actions of clutching at their marks) Harry dodged all attempts to catch him, and leaped into the Veil.
After that, he knew no more.
"Oh, Childling." A voice soothed in his ear as he stirred "Be at peace."
"Wh-Who are you?"
"You would know me as Mother Hecate, Childling. I guard your world and my Blessed. They will be surely punished for their treatment of you."
Harry's eyes widened, and he attempted to shift around to find the Goddess, and began to panic when he discovered he couldn't move.
"Mother Hecate, I thank You for Your words and am humbled by Your presence. Might this Colt ask why he has been blessed so?"
"The Veil that you took your escape through was once used as a judgement for the accused. It sends a person where they most deserve."
Harry's heart damn near exploded. "Siri?" he managed to ask. In return, he got a feeling of calm and amusement. "He was sent on to another world, Childling. He will be happy, living the life he always wanted. Fear not for him."
"We're different, though." Harry realised. "I won't be in the same world as him, will I?"
"No. Forgive me, but I can do nothing for that. You belong in another world, one where you will be free from your burdens. Live, Little Colt. Live, Faölin, Son of Lily and Sleipnir."
