"Damn! What was that spell that Voldemort used?" Harry muttered. He had just defeated the Dark Lord only a hour ago. However, just before Voldemort had died, he had shouted a curse at Harry, a curse that was otherwise unknown to the wizarding world apparently. At the time, he hadn't felt anything when it had hit, but he wanted to know what the curse did. Right now, Harry felt a little tingling all throughout his body, like his organs were trying to jump out. Yeah, not a good feeling. I wish Dumbledore or Hermione were still alive; they might possibly have known about this curse.

And on top of that, he had also experienced a hugesurge in his magic center when he had touched the Elder Wand. Before this battle and in the past few years, he had an above average amount of magic. But now? It felt like he was bursting with magic. He had also discovered that he could now do wandless magic. In one of the battles that he had fought, he had lost his wand and he had tried to summon it with only his will which had worked.

The final battle had ended, but to Harry, it seemed like it was still happening. He had watched the aurors round up the remaining Death Eaters and spirit them away to the Ministry holding cells. Madame Pomfrey was still tending to the wounded, last Harry had checked. Harry was slowly walking around the great hall in a daze, trying to come to terms that he had in fact defeated Voldemort for good this time, but lost so much.

This was the end of a long drawn out battle that had ended in so many deaths and a lot of them were personal. He had lost Hermione and Ron to Bellatrix, the rest of the Weasley family had been killed by Voldemort, Draco to Greyback and Harry was also mourning the deaths of Remus and Tonks and all the other people who gave their lives to bring Voldemort's reign to an end.

Harry was just about to apparate back to Grimmauld Place to see if it had anything in its library about the dark curse, though all he had for starting research was the thing that Voldemort had shouted at him. He had just figured that he would ask Kreacher if he knew anything.

As soon as Harry had disapparated, he felt the tingling in his body grow to a big crescendo. Right in the middle of his travel, he felt a tug or, it was like a pull in one direction. In response to that tug, his body went with it. That is one weird feeling. I've never felt a pull on myself or my magic when I apparate. It's usually just disappear from one spot and appear in another.

Most of the time when Harry apparated, it only took a minute or two to get to his destination. This time he felt the energy of the spell that Voldemort cursed him with move through his body. When he finally landed at his destination, he turned his gazed inward. Harry didn't notice that he was in an entirely new place; not at Grimmauld Place like he had planned on apparating to. He vaguely heard someone trying to get his attention, but his whole focus was inside.

His magic was running amok inside of him and with his new vision (when had he been able to see magic, come to think of it? This was a new development.) he could see two different strands of magic, one felt like his and the other one was the spell energy of the curse. In an effort to get rid of the curse before it killed him or whatever it would do, he used his magic to combine the two magics, which wasn't hard to do. However, he hadn't heard of that kind of thing happening in the wizarding world before.

After grabbing the spell energy, channeled it into shifting into his animagus form, which was a wolf. As he started to shift forms, he felt himself shift into an entirely different form. Whoa, what's happening? Once he was done shifting forms, he turned in circles a few times. He was now a domestic house cat! What the hell? My animagus form is a wolf! Wait, I think I remember reading about something in the history books. I think there was this wizard who had had the same thing happen to him, it was the result of pulling curse energy into herself and being able to shift into any animal. It's a weird side effect. Well, at least I have an explanation for this. I wonder what other forms I'll be able to shift into.

Harry shifted back into his human form, expecting to be in the front hall of Grimmauld Place. Umm, I don't think I ended up in the right place. He was in a wooded area that seemed very old. It was also during the night, as there were stars out. Bewilderingly, Harry looked around himself. It looked like an area where many people had camped; the grass under Harry's feet was very tamped down and well walked on. It seemed he had landed right in the middle of someone's camp. Luckily, he hadn't ended up in the fire! He glanced over the fire and saw an old man sitting on a log staring at him, with a curious look on his face.

Uh-oh, I think this man saw my shift! Hopefully, this will end well. The man had a long grey cloak on and grey hair and was holding a … what looked like a staff that was meant for a wizard! It had a crystal on the top of it, in a little cradle by the wood that the staff was built out of. Harry wasn't aware that wizards used staffs, though and this man sure seemed like a stereotypical wizard.

"And who might you be?" the old man asked, inquisitively.

Do I use my name or not? This man seems like someone I could trust. "I'm Harry. Where am I and who are you?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Ah, you would be the one that Elrond and Galadriel told me about. The Valar have sent you here. I am Gandalf the Grey, young one. You are in Middle Earth, of the third age 2797." he replied.

So, not in London anymore... I guess that this was what that 'tug' was for. Though, I've never heard of Middle Earth before. This Gandalf person says that I was expected. Judging by where we are right now, I don't think I'm in my world anymore. It kind of seems like Magic gave me another chance at another family. I don't have any inclination to go back, since the Last Battle.I have no one to go back to.

"So you look like a wizard, are you one?" Harry asked. He certainly looked like one, what with the staff and the old grey cloak. At least the first person he saw in this world was another wizard.

"Yes, I am. There are six other wizards around these parts. When you shifted shape a moment ago, that was a new thing, wasn't it?" Gandalf replied.

"Yes, that was."- I think I can tell him about that. He might be able to help me, too. "My usual form is a wolf, though," A wolf with a brown coat and black ears and green eyes; it had been really exciting when he had first shifted into his animagus form. "I took a spell, a curse, really and used it's energy to avoid getting killed. And now I can apparently shift into a domestic house cat."

"Hmm, I have not heard anything remotely like that here, but I think you know why that happened." Gandalf mused.

It appears that I am stuck here for the time being. Might as well get know this world. It looks like the only things that came with me are the three hallows, which didn't I drop the Resurrection stone somewhere in the Forbidden Forest? And the bag that Hermione had during that camping trip that the three of them took. The Hallows might be why that happened. I did feel like my magic just kind of grew and grew after I claimed the Elder Wand.

"You said that those people, Elrond and Galadriel? That they had told you to expect me? I didn't know that I was going to end up here." Harry said incredulously. He was still having trouble admitting that he was in another world, not in Grimmauld Place, like he had expected.

"Ah, right, those two are both Elves and are both very well versed in knowing the future, Galadriel is the Lady of Lorien and Elrond, Lord of Rivendell." Gandalf explained. As he was talking, he pulled a piece of scroll out of his cloak and walked over and laid it on the ground. "Here, I believe that a map would help with my descriptions."

Harry stared at the map, drawn in ink, "Where are we right now?"

"We are right here," at this Gandalf pointed to just a couple of miles north of a town called The Shire.

As the night drew on, the two wizards talked with each other, with most of the talking done by Gandalf. He explained everything about Middle Earth, about the Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits and the men that lived here. Harry spent an hour just looking over the map, memorizing it.

He spent a couple of hours asking Gandalf about the culture of the different races, with the answer being to get a good night's sleep and then he would answer in the morning. And with that, Gandalf went and spread out a bedroll and fell asleep right there.

Having reassured Gandalf that he would stay the night at least(he was anxious and wanted to explore this new world), he summoned a bedroll. He had taken a look in the bag that had been brought with him and it had all of the things that he would need to live out in the wilderness with. After putting up wards that would warn him to wake up if needed (Gandalf had cautioned him about the orcs, goblins, trolls and all manner of creatures), he went and curled up in his bedroll.

Harry stayed up even a couple of hours after that, just thinking about the new world that he had found himself in. He decided to ask Gandalf if he could tag along with him on his travels for the time being just so he could 'learn the ropes' and hopefully, they would journey to Rivendell and meet this Elrond. He still hadn't come to terms that he had lost his friends in more ways than one, both permanently. Eventually, he fell into a very deep sleep, since it was only a couple of hours ago that he had been fighting the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

2 years later

Harry was just getting ready to leave Lothlorien to travel to Rivendell, having finished archery training in Mirkwood. He had taken archery lessons for the last couple of months from a certain Elven prince, as Gandalf had suggested. He had apparated to Lothlorien from Mirkwood. Waving goodbye to Lady Galadriel, he shifted into a small hawk and took flight. He had gotten directions from Galadriel to avoid Moria because the elves had heard that the dwarves from the Iron Hills were going to attempt to retake Moria.

A couple of hours passed by and it was nearing mid-day when Harry heard the sounds of battle. He was about fifteen minutes from coming into view of the east gate of Moria. Oops, I may have flown in the wrong direction. Oh well, I'll see if I can be of help here. It's not like Lord Elrond needs me urgently. So Harry flew in the direction of the sounds of battle. When the battle came into view for Harry, he perched on a tree to take in the layout of the troops. He saw the many dwarves fighting away at the orcs and all of the orcs shouting at their enemies in Black Speech. Hoping to spot one of the dwarven commanders, Harry took flight and flew above the battle, having cast a notice-me-not spell on himself. He flew over to the dwarven side of the valley and landed on the ground on the side of the battle, then shifted into his wolf form and lifted the notice-me-not spell. When he was through shifting shape, he had spotted a dwarf that looked like he was one of the royal line of Durin as he looked much like a prince, though he was unsure of who it was. He did have a peculiar piece of oak on his arm that he was using as a shield. The dwarf was in the thick of the fighting, but he did seem to be the one dwarf that the others were following.

Letting loose a loud howl, Harry charged into the fray. His arrival certainly brought the attention of many dwarves and orcs around him. The dwarves all gasped in fear, but some in awe too. They weren't sure of whose side the giant black wolf was on. However, when the wolf started tearing apart orcs with its big jaws and claws, the dwarves cheered and went back fighting.

Harry wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he was pretty sure the dwarves were gaining ground. He was fighting near the dwarven prince that he had seen earlier, Thorin, by the shouts around him. In fact, a couple of the dwarves around him had outright told him to guard the prince, so Harry had backed up and ran toward an orc that had gained on Thorin's back. Harry had snuck up and promptly killed it. Thorin turned and looked at the wolf that was fighting with them and caught its gaze and nodded. The wolf bowed its head back at him, then went back to tearing apart orcs.

Throughout the final hours of the battle, Harry stayed by Thorin's side and they stayed on the front lines of the fight. Once the battle was ended and there were no more orcs to kill, Harry just stood around, taking in the bloody valley. Harry himself was covered in black orc blood, from where it had splattered when he tore the orcs apart. He slowly walked up to the dwarven prince who was conversing with another tall dwarf.

As he got climbed the little cliff up to the two, he grew slower. The adrenaline that had filled him during the battle was leaving and in its place was pain. His vision was also blacking out every other minute, too. He turned his head around to glimpse his hindquarters, which revealed three orc arrows sticking out of him, two in his back and one in his left hind leg. Huh, would you look at that! Well, that's a pain in the ass...

Thorin watched as the big black wolf that had fought with them and protected him collapsed and yelped when it fell onto its back. Thorin hadn't heard of a giant black wolf wandering around Moria. This wolf seemed very intelligent, as it had nodded back to him on the battlefield and had distinguished between dwarf and orc. Both Thorin and Dwalin ran toward it, with worried expressions on their faces.

"We need a healer over here!" Thorin shouted, worriedly. He gently turned the wolf over, searching for injuries. I think he took some arrows meant for me. As he spotted the three arrows, a healer ran over and pulled out his kit and went to work, not spooking at all at the sight of the wolf who was the size of a warg.

"Luckily, these arrows didn't hit any vital places." The healer spoke.

"Would you two hold him down? I have to pull out the arrows." the healer asked.

"Yes, we will." Dwalin and Thorin got a good grip on the wolf, "Go ahead." The healer pulled out one of the arrows, which caused the wolf to twitch and whimper. Right after pulling out the first arrow, the healer cleaned and bandaged the wound.

"Will you look after this creature? I need to go check in with my troops." Thorin said to the healer, "Dwalin, will you come with me?"

"Always, my friend." the other replied.

"Of course, sire. I'll take good care of him." the healer said, never taking his eyes off of his patient, "if one of you could carry him to the healer's tent? There's more room and it's cleaner in the tents."

Dwalin picked the wolf up carefully and followed the healer to their tent, where he placed the animal on one the unoccupied tables. "We'll check on the wolf later. Take good care of him, as he protected the prince when I could not."

Harry woke up an hour and a half later to darkness and groaning and moaning. He figured that someone had brought him to a healer's tent. He still felt only a little pain in his hindquarters, but once he turned his head around to look, he saw that all three arrows had been taken out and the wounds cleaned and bandaged. He distinctly remembered taking those arrows that were meant for Thorin and he wouldn't regret doing that either. I suppose I still have that people saving thing. I wonder how long I was out. It wasn't dark when I fainted, so it can't have been long. I should probably get back on the road, as Gandalf is waiting for me in Rivendell, something about a troll problem. Harry slowly tested out his four limbs and got up. His magic had already started to heal the wounds, so Harry figured that in a couple of hours, they would be gone. He jumped off of the table that he was on and slowly slunk out, casting a notice-me-not spell on himself before heading out.

Once Harry got far enough away from the dwarven camp, he languidly started to shift into his hawk form. He took one last glance at the healer's tent and took flight to Rivendell.