Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings

Warning: This will contain SLASH so if you don't like it don't bother reading.

Author's Note: After watching the Hobbit, I got back into my Lord of the Rings phase again and re-watched the entire three movies (of course extended edition). Also I warn you that any elvish text was me quickly google searching so if it's not correct then I'm sorry but I tried. Also I have only watched the movies and have not yet read the books (I know shame on me) so I have only movie knowledge, and teacher wiki to help me with the info. So don't go off on me about how certain things are not accurate and please it's fanfic I can change things as I please. So I hope you will enjoy.

Prologue: Awakening

There was unrest in his heart ever since the defeat of The Dark Lord Voldemort when there should have been peace. Harry Potter was now no longer bound by the prophecy but yet he still felt as if there were many things still left undone. He tried to go back to living a normal life after fighting for half his life but going back was not so easy. He helped the Wizarding World rebuild it self after the terror of the Dark Lord, but that still was not enough to ease his unrest.

He felt trapped, too large for his skin, and his magic pulsed continuously. And he would dream; dream of gentle hands that would envelope him, make him feel warm, content as he never felt before. He felt love, not the love of a lover but love of a parent.

As he dreamed he began to understand that it was time. That these hands, limbs, face, flesh could no longer house his soul. That it was time to leave these lands, and back to the place of his creation.

So Harry Potter took his last breath; his mortal body dead but his soul continuing to live on.

He finally felt free as his soul became shucked off his mortal flesh. Then his soul wondered through the universe, stars, and space. He had no tangible body any more, he could feel everything and nothing at the same time. It felt like eons had passed him by but at the same time it felt as if it were only seconds. Then finally it felt as if he was grounded once more.

He could feel again; he could feel his fingers rub against each other, gravity against his body, lightly damp grass between his toes. The soft breeze blowing through his hair, and then he opened his eyes.

There were no mortal words to describe the true beauty of the land. It was as if mother earth had kissed and given her very blessing to the life around him. He felt at peace; he felt as if he was finally home.

But he was still confused about one thing. Where was his creator?

He looked around him but there was no one in sight and it was disheartening until a light rustle of leaves brought his attention to the figure who appeared before him.

The figure before him stood tall, radiated a sense of power and authority but kindness as well. The other had the bluest eyes he had seen in his life time, shinning like bright sapphires.

"You have finally come back," the other said to him, coming to stand before him.

"Back?" He thought for a moment and smiled, "yes, I'm back."

"We have missed your presence child," the other brought his hand to my face and stroked my cheek, "I Manwë, King of Arda welcome you back to the Undying Lands."

"Thank you for welcoming me back but where is my creator? Where is Melkor?"