Harry Potter/ Lord of the Rings Crossover
Ch.1- The Muggle Book
In London:
"Harry," Hermione, Harry's wife of one year, said. "Are you sure you know where you're going?"
Harry Potter, a wizard of fifteen years (since their first year of Hogwarts), and Hermione Granger Potter, a witch of fifteen years, were driving in their PT Cruiser, a type of Muggle car. They were on their way to Ron and Luna's apartment. Ron Weasley and Luna Lovegood Weasley had been just recently married and cleaning up their London apartment, which they had gotten at a fair price, complete with furnishing. The last owners had also left a bunch of book, which were supposedly magical, with the last owners being magic folk.
"Yes, Hermione. His apartment is on King's Street. Ah, here we are," Harry said and turned onto King's Street. "Look for King's Street Apartment Housing. It has a big green sign."
"There!" Hermione exclaimed, making Harry step hard on the brakes. She pointed to her left. Harry switched on the left blinker and waited until cars would let him turn. He waved his thanks to the lady in the red LeSabre and pulled into the parking lot of King's Street Apartment Housing. He parked in a space marked "Visitors" and he and Hermione got out. The apartment building was a light, pale green color and was four stories high.
"Ok, Hermione. Their apartment number is L4032. Second floor," Harry said and he and Hermione made their way to the ladder and climbed to the second floor landing. The apartment in front of the landing was L4029.
"We need to go left, because that way goes lower," Hermione said pointing right at number L4028.
They went left and found number L4032 rather quickly. Harry knocked once, then waited and he and Hermione soon heard movement from within the apartment.
"Coming," a male voice called. The voice belonged to Harry and Hermione's long time best friend, Ronald Weasley. The door opened to reveal a tall, gangly man with fiery red hair.
"Harry, Hermione," Ron greeted them. "Come in, come in. Luna they're here."
Ron beckoned them in and Harry and Hermione entered. The apartment was quite large; the walls were a dark emerald green, Luna's favorite color; the carpet was a dark gray. Ron led them to the den (living room, whatever you want to call it) and asked if they'd like some tea.
They sat on the black colored couch and accepted the tea. Ron poured them and himself a cup of fresh tea.
A few moments later, Luna came out of a door across from the couch. She was wearing a pair of navy blue jeans, a simple green t-shirt, and was wearing carrot earrings. Hermione choked on her tea, and Ron and Harry laughed. Luna was still the same old Luna.
"Hi, Harry, Hermione. Ok, are we ready to sort through the books," she asked. Harry, Hermione and Ron nodded. They drained their cups and followed Luna into the library. This room had been magicked because it was roughly the size of Hogwart's library. There was shelf after shelf around the room, and each shelf was three times the height of Hogwart's library's shelves. In the center of the room were little chairs around small tables. Harry stood transfixed at the enormity of the room, but Hermione, however, raised her eyebrows at the newlyweds.
"This is why you needed our help," she said, waving her hand at various shelves full of books. Luna nodded, but Ron avoided her gaze and shuffled his feet. He then looked at her.
"Well, you're good with books, and Harry," Harry was pulled out of his reverie at the mention of his name, "is good with knowing what's got dark magic and what hasn't. We could really use your help."
"Ok," Harry said," but you owe us one." Hermione smiled and Harry winked at her.
"Sure, but let's get started," Ron said. They got started. They went from book to book, from shelf to shelf, separating the safe books from those with dark magic. Hours passed like leaves on the wind.
"Oh," Hermione said, making the others jump. She was holding a book that looked like a Muggle fantasy book. She opened it to the first page and before she could read the title of the chapter, she was drawn into the book by some magical force. She vanished from sight. The book dropped, and shut itself.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. He picked up the book and opened it, expecting to be drawn in also, but he wasn't. He shut the book and read the cover. The book was called: The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. This book was definitely a Muggle fantasy book, and had been tampered with by some black magic.
"Hermione," he said softly, knowing he'd never see her again. No! I can't think like that. She can come back. and if she can't, I will go to her.
Ch.1- The Muggle Book
In London:
"Harry," Hermione, Harry's wife of one year, said. "Are you sure you know where you're going?"
Harry Potter, a wizard of fifteen years (since their first year of Hogwarts), and Hermione Granger Potter, a witch of fifteen years, were driving in their PT Cruiser, a type of Muggle car. They were on their way to Ron and Luna's apartment. Ron Weasley and Luna Lovegood Weasley had been just recently married and cleaning up their London apartment, which they had gotten at a fair price, complete with furnishing. The last owners had also left a bunch of book, which were supposedly magical, with the last owners being magic folk.
"Yes, Hermione. His apartment is on King's Street. Ah, here we are," Harry said and turned onto King's Street. "Look for King's Street Apartment Housing. It has a big green sign."
"There!" Hermione exclaimed, making Harry step hard on the brakes. She pointed to her left. Harry switched on the left blinker and waited until cars would let him turn. He waved his thanks to the lady in the red LeSabre and pulled into the parking lot of King's Street Apartment Housing. He parked in a space marked "Visitors" and he and Hermione got out. The apartment building was a light, pale green color and was four stories high.
"Ok, Hermione. Their apartment number is L4032. Second floor," Harry said and he and Hermione made their way to the ladder and climbed to the second floor landing. The apartment in front of the landing was L4029.
"We need to go left, because that way goes lower," Hermione said pointing right at number L4028.
They went left and found number L4032 rather quickly. Harry knocked once, then waited and he and Hermione soon heard movement from within the apartment.
"Coming," a male voice called. The voice belonged to Harry and Hermione's long time best friend, Ronald Weasley. The door opened to reveal a tall, gangly man with fiery red hair.
"Harry, Hermione," Ron greeted them. "Come in, come in. Luna they're here."
Ron beckoned them in and Harry and Hermione entered. The apartment was quite large; the walls were a dark emerald green, Luna's favorite color; the carpet was a dark gray. Ron led them to the den (living room, whatever you want to call it) and asked if they'd like some tea.
They sat on the black colored couch and accepted the tea. Ron poured them and himself a cup of fresh tea.
A few moments later, Luna came out of a door across from the couch. She was wearing a pair of navy blue jeans, a simple green t-shirt, and was wearing carrot earrings. Hermione choked on her tea, and Ron and Harry laughed. Luna was still the same old Luna.
"Hi, Harry, Hermione. Ok, are we ready to sort through the books," she asked. Harry, Hermione and Ron nodded. They drained their cups and followed Luna into the library. This room had been magicked because it was roughly the size of Hogwart's library. There was shelf after shelf around the room, and each shelf was three times the height of Hogwart's library's shelves. In the center of the room were little chairs around small tables. Harry stood transfixed at the enormity of the room, but Hermione, however, raised her eyebrows at the newlyweds.
"This is why you needed our help," she said, waving her hand at various shelves full of books. Luna nodded, but Ron avoided her gaze and shuffled his feet. He then looked at her.
"Well, you're good with books, and Harry," Harry was pulled out of his reverie at the mention of his name, "is good with knowing what's got dark magic and what hasn't. We could really use your help."
"Ok," Harry said," but you owe us one." Hermione smiled and Harry winked at her.
"Sure, but let's get started," Ron said. They got started. They went from book to book, from shelf to shelf, separating the safe books from those with dark magic. Hours passed like leaves on the wind.
"Oh," Hermione said, making the others jump. She was holding a book that looked like a Muggle fantasy book. She opened it to the first page and before she could read the title of the chapter, she was drawn into the book by some magical force. She vanished from sight. The book dropped, and shut itself.
"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. He picked up the book and opened it, expecting to be drawn in also, but he wasn't. He shut the book and read the cover. The book was called: The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. This book was definitely a Muggle fantasy book, and had been tampered with by some black magic.
"Hermione," he said softly, knowing he'd never see her again. No! I can't think like that. She can come back. and if she can't, I will go to her.