The Fellowship of Hogwarts

Summary. The Fellowship, and various other LotR characters are sent to our time, more directly to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... Can our noble heroes conquer evil, deal with their lives as teenagers, and still have time to study for finals? O.o Probably not... Oh, and to make things worse, none remember anything from their Middle-Earth lives.

Authoress Notes. I've never seen this done, so here goes. Oh, and to all the Gimli fans, I'm sorry. I can't imagine him as either a teacher or a teenager, so don't hurt me. He will NOT be making an appearance.

Disclaimer. If I owned either HP or LotR, would I subject them to this evilness?
Prolouge; Intros and a Shopping Trip

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Gandalf was a very old wizard, and also a very wise one. So, with the Lord of Rivendell glaring daggers at him, he was less than shaken.

"Gandalf, how do you suppose we handle our latest troubles? V-... You-know-who must be stopped." Lord Elrond spoke, carefully avoiding naming the evil who made even him shudder.

Gandalf glanced up from his drink. "Elrond, I am old. Too old. Voldemort is far too powerful for me now."

Elrond visibly flinched at the dark wizard's name.

"Then what do we do? Let him destroy whatever world he's ended up in this time? He'll be back, Gandalf, to kill us all. And you know it." Elrond all but ranted at him.

Taking long huffs from his pipe, Gandalf seemed to be considering many options. Finally he stood. "Then we have no choice-"

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Gandalf pulled his dark grey cloak around him with a huff and ducked into the pub at his left: the Leaky Cauldron. It was drier in here, and much warmer. A lone fire burnt in the fireplace, and everything here was dark, but he didn't mind. He sat at the bar and ordered a warm ale.

Then he waited. It would be a few days before the slightly large collection of students arrived to buy their supplies for school, and he wanted to meet with a few of the newest ones. He only hoped they could forgive him once they remembered what he'd done to them.

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Aragorn sighed as he tried to straighten his unruly brown hair. It had been three days since his owl, Elendil, had delivered his list of school supplies. He was sixteen years old, and starting his sixth year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He sighed as he read over the list of books once again. "Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six.... I've already got that... Unfogging the Future? Sounds corny to me... Hmm, what else?" he mumbled when something very large slammed into him from the back. He stumbled forward a step and had reach for... a sword? His brow furrowed. But he'd never used a sword in his life... had he?

"Watch where you're going!" the tall, broad shouldered man with dark hair growled. Aragorn, not much smaller by comparison, glared and stood his ground.

A second man, the first's twin, came around the first to join him.

"What's this? A small one causing you some trouble, Elrohir?" the second growled.

"Oh do shut up, Elladan, he's nothing." the first snapped, shoving straight past Aragorn. He was tempted to storm after them, when a hand touched his shoulder.

She was a bit shorter than him, hair dark and eyes a pale blue. Her skin was an alabaster white, and her lips a deep cherry red. She was beautiful.

"Are you alright?" she asked. He stared dumbly a moment, then snapped to.

"Um, I think.. Yeah." he said. She smiled at him, sending a glare to the backs of the two who now retreated from her. "I apologize for my brothers. They're a bit rude at times." she explained. Turning to him, she smiled. "I'm Arwen... Arwen Evenstar. What's your name?"

He shook his head slightly. "Aragorn." he heard himself reply. She smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Aragorn." she said.

"Arwen! Do keep up!"

She started. "Sorry, I've got to go. Are you a Hogwart's student?" she asked hurriedly. He nodded.

"I'm a Sixth Year." he offered. She grinned.

"Me too. I'll see you later, then, Aragorn. May Elebreth guide you!" she called, turning to run and join her brothers.

Aragorn, though he was sure he'd never heard the word, didn't even wonder who Elebreth was.

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Legolas Greenleaf yawned as he wandered along the busy aisles of Diagon Alley. His pale blonde hair was tied partially back from his face and his deep green eyes searched the building doors... but for what? He wasn't supposed to meet anyone here, of that he was sure. He didn't even know anyone at Hogwarts...

It was going to be a long year, he mused. He'd already bought his books, and all the supplies he'd need. Now he would wait until the Hogwart's Express left the station. That was tomorrow.

So he was left with little to do.

A bit farther down the path he noticed four short little students coming out of the 'Quality Quiddatch Supplies'. Something about them was starkingly familiar, though.

He shrugged. Probably nothing, he told himself. He yawned and stretched. Maybe a glass of pumpkin juice would make him feel more like himself. He looked around and finally decided to head to the Leaky Cauldron for a glass.

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"By the gods, Boromir, can we go already? You've been standing here staring at her for most of the day! I've still got to buy some potion supplies." Faramir whined. Boromir whirled around and snarled at his younger brother.

"Then go! What's stopping you!?" he growled.

Faramir narrowed his eyes. "You've got all the money. Dad didn't trust me with it, remember?" the future Fifth Year spoke up. Boromir sighed and handed the younger boy a pouch full of gold.

"There, now leave me alone!"

Faramir was only too happy to.

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"Oh Eowyn, you're too young to tromping around Diagon by yourself." Eomer insisted. Eowyn glared.

"I'm fifteen, thank you very much. You're only a year my elder." she pointed out. He glanced at her.

"Fifteen or no, you're still too young. Come on, we've got to get us each a cauldron." he insisted. Eowyn darkened a bit more, but followed him. She wasn't going to start anything major yet.

"We need two standard size cauldrons." Eomer asked the man behind the counter. The smiling man looked up.

"Starting at Hogwart's? You two are a bit old for First Years, aren't ya?" the man asked, busying himself under the counter.

"We're not First Years. I'm a Sixth and my sister's a Fifth. We're transfer students." Eomer explained. Eowyn sighed and tried to act the part of the ditzy little sister that Eomer insisted she was.

It was easier than arguing, after all.

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AN:: Since that was only a prolouge, please don't write it off yet. It was really bad, but I need to find my groove for it. So give me some time, and I'll make this the story I hope it becomes.