A/N: So, I've just recently gotten The Hobbit and watched the movies (minus the third one) and fell in love with it, just like I did with LoTR and HP and decided to write a crossover. I tried to put the idea aside since I have a bunch of other stories I'm working on, three or four of which that I haven't put on here yet, but I just couldn't. And Like all my other stories, this one has an oc, because for some reason I always end up adding my own character. It's a habit I have yet to break.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hobbit or Harry Potter

Warnings: Slash, mild bashing

Chapter One

Harry sighed as he drew the runes engraved in the stone archway of the Veil, glancing at his sister occasionally. Syrena sat cross legged on the ground, a notebook in one hand and a book of ancient runes in the other. She was studying both intently, muttering to herself at times. A few feet beside her was Teddy, an animated wolf and Grimm in his arms. The seven year old was giggling as the two animals played around, chasing each other. While Harry hadn't wanted to bring Teddy to work with him (he didn't like that his adopted son was so close to the Veil of Death), he had no other choice since no one he trusted was available. Returning his gaze to the ancient artifact in front of him, Harry continued to draw the runes.

"Harry," Syrena's voice came from behind him, making him turn again.

"What's wrong?" he asked, immediately taking note of her frown.

She met his gaze. "I think the Veil is a portal of some sort."

"Portal?" he repeated, eyebrows furrowed. "You mean between worlds or something?"

"Yeah." she said, looking down at her notes. "The runes speak of a gateway and parallel worlds, similar yet different to our own."

Harry blinked at her. "If the Veil really is a portal, than that means instead of killing criminals, the Ministry has been sending them to different worlds." he stated in both amusement and disbelief. Wouldn't that take the ministry down a peg, he thought, Instead of killing criminals they set them free in a totally different world.

"And Sirius might not be dead."

Harry's throat closed up at that sentence and for a brief moment, hope bloomed in his chest, before he shook his head. Even if Sirius was alive, they had no chance of finding and getting him back.

"Can I see that?" Syrena asked her older twin, motioning to the notebook he held in his hands.

He immediately handed it over. She eyed the runes, turning to her book every few seconds. After a few minutes, she stood and approached the Veil, running her fingers over the runes Harry had been drawing. Harry watched her for a moment before he cleared his throat.

"Rena?" he called softly.

She jumped, startled, and turned to him. "The Veil takes you where you're needed most, though that doesn't mean you'll be needed right away. It gives you a new purpose in a new world, like a second chance. How is it no one discovered this before?" she asked incredulously.

Harry shrugged. "Don't ask me. Though, I do have one question."

"What is it?"

"Why does it whisper to us?"

Syrena blinked and she turned to the Veil. "I... have absolutely no idea." she sighed.

All of a sudden, wispy-like tendrils reached out of the Veil, twirling around Syrena as it wrapped around her waist. Two other tendrils reached for Harry and Teddy.

"What the fu- ah!" Syrena yelped as she was abruptly dragged towards the Veil, the whispers getting louder.

Similar exclamations came from Harry and Teddy, panic and alarm on both their faces.

"What's happening?!" Harry yelled to his twin.

"How the hell am I supposed to kno-" before Syrena could finish, she was sucked into the Veil, followed closely by Harry and Teddy.

Seconds after they vanished, a disembodied and airy giggle drifted through the room.

"A new journey awaits you, my champions." an ethereal voice echoed along the stone walls.

The air was warm and the sky blue, a soft breeze ruffling the leaves and grass. It was the perfect day for a walk, one Bilbo Baggins of Bag End thought as he strolled through the Shire, greeting his fellow hobbits. He made his way to the forest, his footsteps silent on the path, as he enjoyed the warm, sunny day. He came to a pause, though, when he came across a peculiar sight. A woman, man, and child lay unconscious in the middle of the path, dressed in odd clothing of which he had never seen before. Shuffling closer to the trio, Bilbo absently noted that they could easily be mistaken for elves with their beauty. The man had hair blacker than ink and tan skin, his body well toned and lithe. The woman, who shared similar features to the man, had dark red hair and ivory skin. The child, to Bilbo's utter surprise, had blue hair.

A groan cut through the air, the man stirring as bright green eyes blinked open, the color reminding Bilbo of grass with morning dew on it. The hazy green eyes cleared as the man shot up abruptly, startling the hobbit, with a frown on his face.

Bilbo hesitated a moment before he took a step toward the man. "Are you all right, sir?" he asked.

The man's gaze snapped to the hobbit, confusion clear in his eyes. "Um, would you mind telling me where we are?" he asked, glancing at the two unconscious figures beside him.

"This is the Old Forest."

The confusion grew. "Old Forest?"

Bilbo nodded. "The Shire is back that way," he motioned the way he came.

"... What's The Shire?"

Bilbo's eyes widened in surprise. "You've never heard of The Shire?" he asked incredulously. How had this man never heard of The Shire?

The man shook his head.

"Oh. Well, it's where we Hobbits come from."

"... And what's a Hobbit?"

Bilbo's jaw dropped. This man doesn't know what a hobbit is? Did he hit his head or something and had merely forgotten? "Are you sure you're alright, sir?"

Just then, the woman stirred and hazel eyes opened. "Harry?"

The man, Harry (what an odd name), smiled softly at her. "I'm here, Rena."

Rena sat up, running a hand through her hair, and blinked when she saw Bilbo. "Oh. Hello. I'm Syrena Potter. Who might you be?"

"Bilbo Baggins, of Bag End."

Syrena cocked her head to the side, a thoughtful look on her face. "Why does that name sound familiar?" she muttered to herself before her eyes widened. "Oh shit."

"Rena?" Harry gave her a concern look.

"We're in Middle Earth." Syrena's eyes were wide with shock.

"Middle Earth?" Harry repeated, lifting Teddy into his arms as he stood.

She ignored him and studied Bilbo. "You're a hobbit, yes?"

Bilbo nodded. "I am, madam."

Syrena smiled at him. "Would you like to hear a story, Mr. Baggins?"

So, possible pairings for this story;

Syrena:

Kili

Thranduil

or you could recommend someone

Harry:

Thorin

Tauriel

or you could recommend someone

Teddy:

Fili

Legolas

or you could recommend someone