My first fanfic. Please R&R, so that I can improve it.
Disclaimer: Don't own HP/LOTR/Avatar: The Last Airbender
In the world of bending...
Zuko was struggling to maintain his composure, for in the inside, he was grinning from ear to ear. He had just made it through his first royal conference. He had literally been at his father's right hand. It was all he ever wanted. Ever since he dishonored Firelord Ozai, his father, who had burnt him when he was young and banished him on a hunt for the multi-bender Avatar, there was nothing more that he had wanted: his honor. And now he had it, sitting on the royal cushion – the seat of the Fire Nation Prince, dressed in the Fire Nation Prince's clothes.
He must have been so dizzy from happiness, for the world seemed to spin around him. But only when he blacked out completely did he realize that he was wrong…
In the world of magic...
Harry was struggling with his feelings. Damn the Pensieve, damn all of Serverus Snape's 'wonderful' memories about him loving his mother Lily, about hating his father James…about the fact that he, Harry Potter, was the last of Volemort's seven horcruxes. And horcruxes had to be destroyed just to kill that freaking snake like man.
No, he didn't want to die. He couldn't. His friends still needed him. How about his future with Ginny, the girl of his life? Oh those adorable freckles…
Shut up, he told himself. He was about to die, and he's thinking about Ginny's freckles?
Oh well, there was that option of not dying…
Suddenly a splitting headache came. Stupid scar, thought Harry, my life sucks.
And that was his last thought before he plunged into darkness.
In the world of Middle-earth...
Frodo was struggling to not to lose his grip. He had come so far, and he wasn't about to plunge to his death because he lost his grip on a stair. But yet he couldn't help looking down, where orcs were marching through the gates of the Dead City; rows and rows of them, marching towards Gondor. Frodo felt sick.
"Come on Mister Frodo!" cried Samwise Gamgee. "We can't give up now! If we do, Middle-earth will be kicked in its sorry rear end!"
"I will if I don't rest soon!" groaned Frodo, his fingers were numb and his legs were aching.
"Just over this ledge, Master," whispered Gollum, "It's a long fall if you let go…"
Frodo couldn't bring himself to get over the ledge. And Gollum just stared, his sullen blue eyes falling upon his neck. Oh no, you don't, you preposterous creature. His bony hand reached out, stretching for his neck. Frodo heard the sound of Sam drawing his sword from its sheath.
Then Gollum seemed to change his mind, and reached for Frodo's arm, helping him up. Frodo collapsed on the ledge, exhausted.
"The fat hobbit wants it…" said Gollum, "he will try to take it from you…"
Frodo looked at Sam, and placed a protective hand on his neck, where the Ring was. No, Sam wouldn't do that…
But before he could think further, he collapsed back down onto the rocky ledge, not caring that there were sharp pieces of rock jabbing his chest. He just wanted to get away from his crappy life, and he was grateful to the darkness that surrounded him…
In Somewhere...
Zuko was the first to wake. He was no longer in his royal robes, or seated on his royal cushion. Instead he was lying on the cold hard ground. He sat up and stared around.
He was not in the Fire Nation, for sure. He was in a white hall, with a high arched ceiling and columns of white pillars. He looked down at himself, and realized…he was glowing. There was a faint silver about his skin, and it seemed…no, it couldn't be.
He quickly diverted his attention to elsewhere, and noticed to other figures lying on the ground, both, like him, dressed in simple white robes and glowing. One of them was a boy with messy tousled hair. The other, well Zuko had no idea what the other was. All he knew that it had big feet, and hairy toes.
The boy stirred. He woke, his eyelids opening to reveal a pair of bright green irises. Sitting up, he was just as confused as Zuko was.
"Merlin's pants," he said. "One minute I'm thinking about my girlfriend's freckles and the next I'm cast away to – woah that's one big scar there on your face, dude."
Zuko grunted. "There's no need to mention that, though I might add that you have a very oddly shaped one as well."
"Harry," said the boy.
"Yea, I know, that thing next to you has hairy feet," said Zuko, mishearing.
"No my name's Harry Potter," he said, "And what in the name of Dobby's sock is that?"
"Don't ask me, I have no idea."
"Sasquatch?" suggested Harry. He leaned over and shook the creature. "Dude, wake up!"
Suddenly the thing jerked awake. "Orcs!" he yelled, startling Harry and Zuko. "Don't hurt me!"
"Chill dude – or whatever you are," said Harry. "I don't have a clue on what your saying but whatever orcs are, they ain't here."
"And we're not going to hurt you," said Zuko, "but attack us, and I'll scar you for life; literally."
"Doesn't matter, I already have a scar," said the creature. He pushed back his robe to reveal a black, nasty scar on his shoulder. "My name's Frodo Baggins, by the way, wait…which reminds me, why are we glowing and translucent?"
"We're spirits," said Zuko. "Or at least…that's what I think."
"Well, sure beats my suckish life."
"And mine," agreed Harry.
"And that's why you three are here," came a voice from behind them.
They turned to face a panel of three people, seated in a row, staring down at them with stony looks on their faces.
Harry peered at the one on the left. "Merlin?" he had heard descriptions of the great wizard before in Hogwarts, and the man seemed to fit it.
Frodo was staring at the man in the middle. "You're one of the Valar." He'd heard the Elven Prince Legolas mention them before.
Zuko immediately recognized the man on the right. "Roku."
"It is I," replied the ex-Avatar.
"But what are we doing here?" asked Frodo. "Are we dead?" There seemed to be some kind of hopeful tone in his voice.
"No, you are not," answered the Valar. "In fact, you're troubles have just begun."
Next to Zuko, Harry moaned.
"What is one thing you three have in common?" asked Roku.
Harry looked around. "Same gender?"
Frodo stared at his fellow mates. "Same bad hairdos?"
"Am I the only one with common sense?" asked Zuko incredulously. "Isn't it obvious, you dolts? We all have scars. Big, fat, ugly ones."
"Hey! My lightning shaped scar isn't ugly!"
"Yes," said Merlin, "You three…are members of the Association of the Somewhat Scarred."
"Wait, isn't the acronym for that – " started Zuko, but was cut off by Roku.
"A.S.S? Yes," he said. "And I want no comments."
There you go, the prologue :)