Poikaer Captive in Shadow Chapter 1: Disclaimer & Summary, a Harry Potter + Hobbit Crossover fanfic

Disclaimer

I do not own "The Hobbit Trilogy", nor do I own "The Lord Of The Rings Trilogy". J.R.R. Tolkien does.

I do not own "The Harry Potter Series" J.K. Rowling does.

All characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling, except the few I have created for this Fan-Fiction. The plot-twists also belong to me.

No part of this Fan-Fiction publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without written permission from me.

Summary

Harry Potter has never been the same since the war. Countless friends, comrades and allies lost to pure-blooded wizard supremacists. The Wizarding World mourned for the loss of magical blood, although none other felt it more deeply than Harry. Weary from battle, haunted by the deaths he couldn't have prevented, Harry became restless. The public viewed him as a hero and placed him on a pedestal. The remaining friends and family he had left were consumed by grief, none noticing his crumbling visage.

As Master of Death, The Chosen One, and The Powerful One; Harry struggles to find meaning in his post-war life. After all the near-death experiences, pain and suffering he's gone through, a tranquil life is all but terrifyingly foreign to him. All Harry knows is how to fight and how to survive. War left its imprint, he feels it deep in his bones. Sees the horrors and excitement of it with his eyes. Beats in sync with his heart.

In a sick, masochistic way he longs for the chaos battle and war brings. Because it's all he knows, it's familiar.

In a powerful surge of accidental magic, Harry Potter gets exactly what he asks for amongst the mysterious, war-mongering lands of Middle-Earth. Although, maybe he gets more than he originally wished for, in the descending Darkness encroaching on the land. Originating from the southwestern part of Mirkwood, cross rocky and barren hills deep within the crumbling dungeons of the Stronghold known as Dol Guldur.