A/N: This is basically my attempt at a HP and LOTR crossover. R&R please.

CHAPTER 1: Mysterious

Harry was sitting in his bed reading a book he had left untouched for about four years. he had bought it in a muggle shop in the summer holidays after his second year at Hogwarts. at that time; Harry reflected, life at Privet Drive had been like hell. but now after four years it was a little better. not that Harry cared, his life was always like hell. the death of his parents, the prophecy he had to live up to, the death of his godfather Sirius and the most recent tragedy. the death of his most trusted friend and Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

but he swerved his thoughts away from those unpleasant factors and focused on the book. it was entitled: The magical Realms. he suddenly laughed out loud, not that he was insane or anything but because of the perspective muggles took on magic. they thought it to be all dragons and fairies.

muggles didn't realize that magic was not just waving a stick and disappearing. they didn't know how magic was in the real world and it was probably a good thing as if they had known the magical world would have lost everything. muggles would demand on using magic to solve their never ending problems.

the book Harry was holding told the tale of a mighty night in the middle ages who had slain a dragon with just a sword. 'why didn't I read this book before I faced the Hungarian Horntail?' harry laughed. He read on and started to understand why Hermione had suggested that he read a story book to relieve his inward pain. the book then told about the knight going to find a fairy which could give him supernatural powers like the power of flight. Harry remembered when In his second year Professor Lockhart had set free a bunch of 'fairies'. well they sure had given Neville the power of flight; Harry mused remembering how Neville had been hung on the chandelier.

after a while Harry got tired of reading and threw the book aside. as ever when he was alone his mind dwelled on the past full of miseries but he knew that something far worse lay ahead. he had to find the Horcruxes and kill Voldemort or the muggle world would surely find out about magic as Voldemort had threatened. Harry thought how someone would sink to such a low extent as to forsake the identity of the wizarding world; but then it was Voldemort after all.

Harry decided that he would send Ron a letter. it had been a while since he had made contact with anyone, even his aunt and uncle.

Dear Ron,

I was just reading a muggle story, you have got to get one of these, I mean they actually think that Witches have warts on their noses, but then Umbridge is a witch. anyways how're the wedding preparations? when is your dad going to come to take me? I hope soon. Say hi to everyone.

Harry.

It was a short letter but Harry didn't know what else to write so he attached the letter to Hedwig's leg and then sat down. He pulled out his notebook. in it he had been keeping a record of everything he knew so far and everything he had to do. so far he had just written about the horcruxes. he didn't really know where he would find the rest of them but it didn't really matter. He, Ron and Hermione would surely devise a good plan. as Harry lay down on his bed to sleep, he remembered the events of the past week.

He had come to number four privet drive alone as his Uncle had not bothered to come. When he rang the doorbell no one answered and it took five more rings to get his aunt to open the door. she gave not the slightest notice that anyone was there, as Harry was passing the kitchen Uncle Vernon sensed his discomfort and to savour the moment he said:

'Well boy, have they finally expelled you? and if they have you can start finding a place for yourself because we're not keeping you after this year'

Harry strode on but as he was climbing the stairs, His massive cousin appeared. Dudley had been remarkably changed. he looked nothing like the pampered Dudley that Harry had spent sixteen yearsv with. His face carried a gruesome expression. he was as wide as ever but his face looked oddly pale. he had black shadows under his eyes. this change Harry found out later, had been due to Dudley's alcohol addictions and also because he had been caught by the police for stealing a car. after that Harry's aunt and Uncle had finally realized what Dumbledore had meant the previous year when he had called Dudley unfortunate.

Harry had also received owls from his friends all providing comforting words and giving advices. Ron had also written to tell him that Mr. Weasley would come to pick him up so that he could spend the rest of the summer with them and also attend Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Finally Harry drifted off to sleep and had a strange dream in which a voice kept calling out to him.

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Harry woke up to find that he was drenched in sweat. he quickly went downstairs and grabbed a toast. then he again entered his room, he ate his breakfast early so as to avoid any contact with the dursley's. many times he had to fight the urge to curse them as it was his final time here but he still would get punished for his actions. he anxiously awaited his birthday so he could do magic independently but it was still a week away.

Harry hadn't been out of the house since he had arrived so he decided to go outside. as he was strolling down the street and looking around, He wondered if he would ever miss this place. He probably wouldn't because he had spent the worst part of his life here. he had never had any friends here and he had always been treated like a servant.

as he was entering the park an owl swooped down and sat on his shoulder, holding out its leg. the letter was from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

how are you? I hope the your relatives aren't being too harsh, after all it is your last time there. I arrived at Ron's house yesterday, the wedding fervor is very high. we're all working very hard to get everything ready in time. I've read many books on DADA and learned a few spells but there isn't time to do much. I wanted to spend more time with my parents but Ron insisted that I come and help them all out. Charlie is also here, he's now working for the ministry. Percy is still not making contact with his family. I know you've cancelled you're subscription of the daily prophet but there's nothing very interesting. they have finally released Stan Shunpike but they're not allowing him to remain on the night bus. lastly, I just want to say that don't worry just yet. when you come here we can have a good long talk

Hermione.

as Harry put the letter in his pocket he heard voices behind him. He turned to see Dudley and his gang making their way towards the park. there was just one addition to the gang and that was a tall boy. Harry didn't know who he was and didn't care. Dudley and his gangs was the last thing on his mind. but the tall boy set a course straight for harry.

'clear out worm' he said to Harry who remained seated, not paying any attention to him. 'hey' I'm talking to you'

Harry looked up, the boy's face was so thin that it was just like skin spread over a skull, his eyes were very narrow and dislike poured in them.

'don't you know this is our park?' he said

'really?' said Harry sarcastically 'I thought the sign said 'state park'

'trying to be smart are you?' he raged

'trying to be myself' harry retorted

'oh you're gonna get it' he raised his fist but Dudley held him back.

'come on let's go' said Dudley to the rest of the gang.

'but Big D, what about him?' asked the boy

'we'll take him down some other time' replied Dudley and walked away.

Harry was glad that there had been no trouble and when he got home, he found out that he had received a letter. he was shocked as no one he knew would send him a letter by muggle post. an angry aunt Petunia thrust the letter in his hand and walked away. the letter was written in a strange handwriting and there was no clue as to who sent it. but the letter in itself was very peculiar. it read:

Harry Potter, we are in need of your help.