An Adventure of a Lost Witch Revamp
'Fate' decides that after Voldemort regains his body, Lyra needs a much-needed Vacation. But upon meeting 'Fate', he forgets to mention two things to the 14-year-old. One- she is going to be dragged on a quest to reclaim a homeland, and Two-People seem to know her ancestor. Oh did she mention that there's a dragon involve?
Disclaimer- This story is based off another fanfiction called Harry Potter and the Hobbit's Tale by Partially Obsessed so if this seems rather similar to her story I apologize but please give my story a chance as well as check out her story. Also, this is being reposted so you faithful readers will be able to review on these newly revised chapters anyway Enjoy and sorry for the long wait.
Chapter One- Prologue, The Arrival.
Tell me, have you ever heard of the story of The Hobbit and The Witch? You know the one where a young Hobbit by the name of Bilbo Baggins, the one who was tricked by a slightly meddlesome but good meaning old wizard to go on an adventure with a company of dwarfs who had plans to take back their homeland. Oh, let us not forget about the dragon they want dear Mr. Baggins to steal from.
But if you haven't heard the story of Mr. Baggins than perhaps you hear the story of Lyra Potter, a young witch from Earth. The one who had lived through the infamous killing cure leaving only a single jagged scar across her face. Lyra Potter despite her lack of knowledge of the Dark Lord's motives had figured since he kept coming after her year after year in some form since she returned to the magical world. Though not by herself as many including herself were thinking. But first, she would be needed to face another great evil to realize the answer to face her own.
But if you had never heard of either Mr. Baggins or Ms. Potter then perhaps this story will be just as surprising as it was for those who experienced it first hand.
It had started in an empty field just about a mile or so south from the Shire, it was there after a loud pop echo through the early morning disturbing several flocks of birds in the process as a young girl fell to the ground with a soft thump. As she laid there the only sigh that she was still among the living with the injuries that she had was the slight rise and fall of her chest.
This young teenager was Lyra Potter, a fourth-year student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Just moments before landing unconscious in the peaceful fields of the Shire had been battling the newly revived Dark Lord, Voldemort the same man who had been responsible for the death of her mother and father.
For Lyra, she had to figure out that the third task had been staged for her to be the winner so she could be kidnapped and used in a dark blood ritual that gave her enemy a new body.
Among the bad luck she had been having one could also add the little fact that she had taken Cedric Diggory to the Graveyard with her under the impression of making the third task an all around Hogwarts win before finding out that it was a port key to the graveyard and not the winner's circle so to speak.
The fact that Cedric had slipped on the wet grass when the traitorous bastard Wormtail had shot the killing curse at him knocking him out and giving the impressing that the spell had hit its mark had given her an easier time, but not by much on what happened next.
It was shortly after Cedric knocking himself out that Lyra found herself pinned to an angel statue grave maker and had to watch as he performed a dark ritual and saw Voldemort regain his body once more.
It was then she was released from the Statue's stone grip only to end up in a duel that she knew if she lost then she would surely end up dead. She had fought to the best of her abilities but during the duel, she spent most of the time running and dodging the spells thrown at her from not only Voldemort but also the Death Eaters who had gathered at the graveyard after being summoned upon his rebirth.
Like, everyone, she would love to say that she fought bravely to defend herself and the knocked out Cedric but she didn't anyone who said otherwise would be lying through their teeth. She ran like a coward. She knew that she didn't stand a chance against nearly ten fully grown and trained wizards and witches.
It wasn't until she and Voldemort were at a standstill that she was given her chance at escaping his clutches. Her parents' ghost had somehow come forth and distracted Voldemort and his followers long enough for her to make a break for Cedric's body and to summon the cup to make their escape. It was in that moment that a Valar chose to act in order place his Maiar in place to shape her destiny into one much different from one that a certain meddling coot had been shaping for her. Which was how the young witch found herself in a field injured, alone and as well unconscious.
This was where the merge of the story of the Hobbit and the Young Witch began.
Lyra winced in pain as she woke up, sitting up in the tall grass she could say that she could at least rule out being dead, so afterlife could be ruled out on places she ended up at. So the only other thing she could think of was that the cup had somehow sent her and Cedric somewhere that wasn't Hogwarts
As Lyra looked beside and all around her she had found a noticeable missing older teen and stupid crystal cup. Feeling the sudden surge panic, she quickly let her hand rest on her wand holster, something that would have given her some form of comfort had she actually felt the Phoenix wand in the holster. It was gone, she now only had a small knife she had hidden in her boot before the third task to defend herself. It wasn't something that she would prefer to have for her defense but she knew that it was better than being defenseless in a place that she had no idea about. But for know she needed to figure out her first problem, Cedric could wait, she was sure he could take care of himself, so she had to take care of her first problem before she could even think of looking for Cedric, where the bloody hell was she?
"Oh! Thank goodness you're alive and well. I was so worried that you might be dead or really hurt. Here I thought I might have needed to run back home to get the doctor." a small man said coming out of the tall grass, he was a fairly good shape and he had a friendly smile on his face.
Looking at him, she couldn't think of any way this little man could be a threat. He wore a simple overcoat vest and tucked in shirt with a pair of nice pants. the only possible way he could harm her was to hit her with the tall stick he had in hand. As she continued to look at this small man she noticed that he had some rather large (for his size) and hair feet, and slightly pointed ears.
"Oh, Um. Do you mind telling me where I am and perhaps who you are?" Lyra asked the small man simply and politely. Hopefully not sounding rude to the man.
The small man then looked a little put out, which made Lyra frown with slight worry. She really hoped that she didn't do anything that would be considered rude to him. He was very kind, he was going to check on her a stranger because he was worried that he came across a dead or almost dead person. Not many people would do that for her, thanks to what her Uncle did to what little reputation she had back in Surry.
"You know young lady, it is polite to introduce yourself first before asking someone for their own name." the man said with a small huff as he crossed his arms in his apparent displeasure at her disregard for proper introductions apparently.
Lyra just stared at the man as if he was insane, but soon her disbelief went out the window as she thought that there was no way that this man could work for Voldemort Voldemort wasn't really one for common day manners.
"Oh. Sorry about that. My name is Lyra Evans." Lyra replied to the small man, with a little caution. while she doubted that this guy was working for Voldemort, but on the very unlikely chance that she is managed to be followed here the name Lyra Evans may throw pursuers off her trail since people tend to forget her mother's maiden name. On a slightly dark thought if she is stuck here wherever here is it would be nice to start a new, forever leaving her title as the Girl Who Lived behind.
"Well Miss Lyra Evans, it's a great pleasure to meet you. Now as for your questions you're just about a mile or so outside the Shire, the Home of the Hobbits and my name is Harry Lightfoot." the newly introduced Harry said to Lyra.
It was that moment that Lyra knew that she was no longer in her world anymore.
End of Chapter Note- I hope everyone had enjoyed the newly rewritten chapter and would like to apologize for it taking so long. Let me know what you think in the Comments Tell me what you think, request for the future things like that.