"Sauronion: Son of Sauron"

By Loki Palmer

Author's Note: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Lord of the Rings and all its characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. The appearances of Black Speech I owe to a site called Mordor The Land of Shadow. Also, I'd like to give a big shout-out to YugiohFreak54 (his Harry Potter and the One Ring challenge was inspiration for this) as well as DZ2. :)

Chapter 1

Just before she got onto the ship of the Grey Havens that would take her away to Valinor, Galadriel froze for a few moments as she saw a vision. When it passed, Gandalf and Elrond looked on her in worry.

"What's wrong, Galadriel? Your face is paler than usual."

"A vision I saw showed me some of the future of Middle Earth. King Elessar will have peace in his time, but after that ... there will be many tyrants who will pass through, and heroes to fight them. One of these heroes will be one whom the darkness has touched. If he does not find love and succumbs to his darkness, the consequences will be terrible."

"Our time here is over, Galadriel. What would you have us do?" said Elrond.

"Since the destruction of the One Ring, I feel it should be safe to leave our rings behind here in Middle Earth. Perhaps they may help the young hero's allies to support him."

"Will he succeed?"

"Mithrandir, I do not know the answer to that, but if he falls to the darkness, so will Middle Earth."

"There is no question of victory without some risk." With that, Gandalf took off his ring, Narya, and let it fall into the water. Galadriel did the same with her ring, Nenya.

Taking off his ring, Vilya, and letting it fall, Elrond said, "May the blessings of Elbereth Gilthoniel rest with the people who will bear these rings."

~SAURONION~

Sauron, the Dark Lord of Middle Earth's Second and Third Ages, was gone. What the victors did not know, not even Galadriel, was that he had created himself a daughter to carry on his dark legacy if Barad-dûr, his Dark Tower, should fall. It seemed to his mind an unlikely event, but his defeat at the hands of Isildur that ended the Second Age taught him that he should always have a backup plan. The name of this backup plan was Lilith.

~SAURONION~

Many years later into the future of Middle Earth (it seems Master Tolkien left no records beyond year 120 of the Fourth Age, when King Elessar died), the Nazgûl sent Lilith to Hogwarts to improve her magic. The Sorting Hat debated for a long time where to place her, but decided on Gryffindor, because she threatened that the bigoted attitude of Slytherin House would see its members slaughtered in a week - two weeks, if they were lucky. No doubt due to her secret heritage as Sauron's daughter, her magical skills were prodigious. Anyone who even dared to set off her temper learned the quick lesson that her temper was a firestorm of pain.

She thought James Potter was an immature, spoiled, love-struck braggart. Why should he think himself in love with HER, of all people? Even though such a romantic match seemed hopeless from her point of view, he was persistent.

He wrote her a poem. She laughed at him and burned it.

He gave her a bouquet of flowers. She summoned bees to sting him.

She watched the constant antagonism between him and his Slytherin rival, Severus Snape. She did not express any preference for one side or the other, but she found the sight of them locking antlers to be amusing. These human males, it seemed, would do anything to win the affection of an attractive female.

His sidekick, Sirius Black, she thought, was too mischievous for his own good. Remus Lupin was a moody little werewolf – his lycanthropy did not bother her at all. If anything, she sympathized with him, since he was reluctant to socialize with other people. As for Peter Pettigrew, she thought he was a snivelling, pathetic little coward, like that Sméagol who stole her father's Ring. Why the four of these misfits were even friends was a puzzle to her.

~SAURONION~

"James, stop torturing Severus. What has he done to deserve your terrible treatment?"

"Oh, nothing, Lily. Maybe it's the fact that he exists, if you understand my meaning. Why do you have to defend him all the time?"

Her face turned red hot – whether in anger or embarassment, she was not sure. "I don't have to defend him, James!"

Severus added his two Knuts to the conversation. "I don't need some Mudblood defending me, Potter!"

Storm clouds gathered overhead as a pair of angry eyes focused on him. "What did you call me, Severus?"

Everyone else bolted out of the area. No one wanted to be in the path of Lilith's terrible anger when it was aroused, much less to be the person who aroused said anger.

~SAURONION~

"So, I don't think I have any right to ask this, Lily, but ... what did you do to Snivellus?"

Lilith cracked a smile. "Let's just say he won't be bothering us again. I'm finished trying to apologize for him."

"Why should you have to apologize for that waste of fresh oxygen and brain matter? Calling you that - terrible word he called you – is inexcusable."

"That's an apt way to state it, James, but it is also correct. I don't have to apologize for him - his actions are his own, and no one else's. The suffering he received and shall receive in consequence will be his own as well."

James's eyes widened. "Suffering, you say?"

"Yes, James, suffering. I don't mean the infamous Cruciatus. How unimaginative – one curse for torture, and that's it? Please ... there are a million ways I could torture somebody using Charms, and I bet if you used your imagination, you could think of as many ways to use Transfiguration for the same purpose."

"For what reason would I torture somebody, Lily?"

"Oh, there are many theoretical reasons - revenge, anger, amusement, or maybe it's because you are plain bored. Let's not forget the need to remind your pathetic little subjects about WHO IS IN CHARGE. They were made to cower and grovel, were they not?"

"Your dad must be one of the scariest people around, I bet. Hold on ... you aren't the daughter of Voldemort, are you?"

"Voldemort, that cowering bigot? No, I am not his daughter, James. My father was many times worse than Voldemort."

"Was?"

"James, my father died a long time ago."

"That's terrible news to hear, Lily. I would almost say I'm sorry for your loss, but ..."

"Don't. Pity is for the weak."

"I thought you would say that. How did he die?"

"A British Muggle professor by the name of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien translated a book called The Red Book of Westmarch into English. It tells the story of these 19 Rings made for different peoples, and one Ruling Ring that my father made. A rhyme written about it said:

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the Sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone;
Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his Dark Throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, one Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie."

"It had something to do with his Ring, right? This one supreme Ring?"

"Yes ... somebody tossed it into the fires of the mountain where my father forged it. At that moment, he died, but I survived."

"What was your father's name?"

"My father was Sauron, the Dark Lord of Middle Earth."

~SAURONION~

Lord Voldemort was displeased that Severus had lost him such a promising ally. As the young Death Eater was suffering further torture for his incompetence, he found himself wishing that Lilith had killed him when she had the chance.

~SAURONION~

It was a stormy Halloween night when she and James felt it. It would soon be time for them to leave.

"Lily, he's here! Take Harry and run!"

Lilith looked at her little boy, a few months past one year old, and soothed him in the tongue of Mordor as best as she knew how:

"Hari ... kul fulaknar ... kul harûrz ..." (Harry ... be safe ... be courageous ...)

The door exploded, and before her stood Lord Voldemort.

"Stand aside ... I am here for the boy ..."

"You will have to get through me first, monster!"

"So be it. Avada Kedavra!"

Having killed Lilith Potter, he moved to look at Harry. "It's a shame, Harry, but I'll have to kill you too. Avada Kedavra!"

The green light of the Killing Curse bounced off an unknown shield. Then he heard a dark, growling voice: "Lat azuz kranklob-izg. Matub ..." (You killed my mother. You will die ...)

A flaming whip struck Lord Voldemort, who vanished from the area in a scream of pain.