Right oh, new fic. Just so you know the name will more than likely change, if it does I shall inform you immediately. It's a LOTR, Harry Potter crossover. Little bit different but I hope you enjoy it! As always read and review!

Disclaimer: Any characters you know from the LOTR and HP franchises belong to New Line Cinema and Warner Bros. I only leech off them for fanfiction purposes!

Summary: Voldermort needs to hide his Horcruxes, what better place than Middle Earth, Harry, Ron and Hermione must follow, but get caught up in something much bigger than they expected.

Black Clouds

Prologue

The black clouds that were a permanent feature above Mordor seemed even more ominous that morning then they usually did. They swirled and rippled and the thunder that ripped through the air sounded like a growl from the belly of a veracious monster. The men of Minas Tirith were even more on edge then usual. They clutched their weapons tightly and cast nervous glances to the dark mountains. The air seemed to carry the pungent smell of death that wafted in great waves over the battlements.

One of the soldiers yawned and adjusted his spear. His companion was holding onto his own weapon so tightly that his knuckles were white.

"I don't like it!" he whispered. His companion nodded and looked over to Mordor once more.

"You don't think they're planning to attack do you?" he asked fearfully. The other guard shook his head fiercely so that his helmet clanked. They lapsed back into silence. A bird called overhead, a crow, cawing. The two men looked up. Said bird was circling high above the city, a black dot against the grey sky.

"It looks like Crebain." One of the soldiers said. The other shaded his eyes and squinted.

"Don't think so. They usually travel in a formation." He replied.

"I wish Mithrandir was here. He'd know what to do." The soldier nodded in agreement.

Just then a shriek pierced the air. Both soldiers jumped and their grips on their weapons tightened instinctively. They both spun wildly, looking for the source of that dreadful noise. It had been too high to be a Nazgul that sometimes patrolled the skies.

"Look!" one of the soldiers cried. His friend followed his gaze and shaking hand.

It swooped through the clouds like a shadow. And to the two guards it looked like a shadow. An apparition of mist and evil. It's body seemed to be made of scraps of wind and cloud that only seemed to be held together by some rotting bones. Even from their position they could see scraps of flesh hanging off the bones and smell the overpowering scent of rotting flesh. The thing screeched again and both soldiers had to cover their ears. It executed a steep dive, heading straight for the black mountains. Raising shakily to their feet the two soldiers squinted.

"There's someone riding it!" one of the soldiers spluttered. The other began to shake his head but his eyes widened when he saw that there was indeed a figure standing atop the creature of shadow. It looked human from what they could see. Arms were spread wide as it ducked and dived through the clouds, but before they could get a better look the thing had vanished deep into Mordor and they lost sight of it. Looking up they could see that the crow had vanished and once again the skies were empty.

"Lord Denathor! Lord Denathor!" they clamoured together, tones frightened and eyes wide. The old man looked up, the permanent frown on his face deepening slightly, causing the wrinkles that lined his forehead to crease.

"What is it?" his deep voice, resounded powerfully around the room. The soldiers came to a halt and even in their frightened states managed a bow to the steward of Gondor.

"Something's gone into Mordor!" one of the soldiers cried.

"Something evil, it was made of shadow and bones my lord and flew like the Nazgul!" the other one chimed in.

"There was someone riding it!" they finished together. Denathor held up and hand and they fell silent.

"This is grave news." He said. Turning his head he addressed the man by his side. "What do you make of it?" the man bowed slightly and stepped forward. His mousy brown hair fell elegantly down to his shoulders and his eyes were wise beyond his years. He wore the uniform of a scout but the clasps on his cloak and the sword that hung on his hip gave him away as much more than a peasant soldier.

"I think that this could be a dangerous development." His voice, so unlike the soldiers was confident and assured. "It would be unwise to disregard it, but seeing that with the creature being in Mordor we have no chance of getting at it. And even if it did reappear we may not be able to shoot it down, if it is indeed made of the shadow that you proclaim." Faramir, son of Denathor bowed his head and retreated a few steps. Denathor nodded at his son's words.

"You speak the truth, and I only wish that your brother was here. Instead he is in Rivendell, a lot of good this will do us!" the old man's tone was bitter and cut through the silence in the room like a knife. Only someone who knew Denathor's youngest son well would have seen the flash of pain that darkened his eyes. But within a second it was gone and the soldier's face had returned.

"My Lord, what do you propose we do?" he asked. Denathor sighed.

"We wait." He said finally. "Double the guard, if that thing leaves I want to know." He sighed heavily. "There is a darkness descending on the world and I fear that men will not be able to survive the blow that will surely come soon."

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High above Gondor, in the tallest tower of Mordor, Barad-Dur, the great eye writhed and flamed. The shadow creature hovered in front of him. Its rider eye to eye as it were with Sauron.

"My Lord Sauron!" hissed the newcomer. "Your reputation precedes you, you truly are a force of might and power!" the eye blazed brighter in agreement. The newcomer was terrifying. Tall and imposing, his skin was as white as virgin snow. In respect the red eyes, eyes that looked like two beads of blood stood out. Just beneath these monstrous eyes were two snake like slits. Pale hands clasp a white wand firmly. But the hands shake ever so slightly. Almost as if their owner is afraid. And this in itself was strange. Because Lord Voldermort was never afraid. The eye seemed to roar, a deafening sound that shook the air. Voldermort shied away and somehow seemed make sense of the roars.

"My lord, once again I thank you for agreeing to this meeting." He lowered his head in what was supposed to be a bow. "It seems that you and I are allied in our objectives." He motioned around him to the barren wasteland that marked the Pelennor. "You seek to control this land, and I have my own objectives in my own land." With a flourish he produced a ball from the inside of his robes. The ball was slightly larger than a tennis ball and was the colour of a stormy ocean. The long white fingers curled around it and Voldermort hissed a spell.

"This ball is infused with many spells for revealing and transporting. Getting through that portal to get here could have wiped the stone." He held it up high above his head. A white light crackled from within the stone. A blurry image hazed into view. Second by second it grew clearer, until it revealed a large castle. Behind it a hazy sky.

"This is Hogwarts." Voldermort said, "Here live some of the most powerful wizards that inhabit my world. And it is here that I want to start my plans. Total control!" The eye was silent. The picture changed to reveal a boy, a boy with dark messy hair. Faded jeans and a scar that stretched across his forehead.

"This boy is the one thing in my way. He must be destroyed but we will discuss him later. Right now, I have a proposition to make of you." Voldermort paused. Choosing his words carefully. "I have things that I need to…hide. And I know that you would keep them safe here in your Middle Earth." He stopped and held his breath. He was counting on this…thing to be able to help and make sure that his precious things could not be found.

After a few moments of waiting with bated breath Voldermort got his answer, the eye roared. Just once, and it would seem to anyone that was listening closely that there was a word in amongst the noise.

'Yes.'

Voldermort heaved a sigh of relief.

"My Lord, you are too kin." He gushed. "And now, I shall go with all haste and fetch these items so that they may be hidden as quickly as possible." With one last sweeping bow he turned on his creature and swooped away. As he swept t over the battlements the orcs all looked up. Amazement etched on their foul features, Voldermort's steed gave one last screech before it disappeared back into the clouds.

Denathor watched the creature disappear gravely from his window. Turning to Faramir he shook his head.

"Take a band of men to the river. Osgiliath, hold it and watch for that thing again. If it comes back inform me at once." He ordered. Faramir bowed low and backed out of the room. Denathor turned from his son without even a goodbye. As the door to the great hall shut he sighed and ran a hand over his face. Things did not look good.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that and let me know what you think! Love to all!

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