Hey everyone! This is my first HP/LOTR fanfic, so I hope I do okay!
Summary: Harry and his "little sister" Natalie McDonald, after Voldemort is defeated, wish to go to another world. Drawn by Natalie's internal wish to meet true elves, they end up in Middle Earth, in Moria! And, to boot, they're both elfings!
Pairings: Elfing!Harry/Legolas, Elfing!Natalie/?
Note: In this fic, I'm taking two liberties which I don't think are real. First of all, for LOTR, they're such things as soul mates for the elves. The other mate would be an elf, and if you find your mate, it's pretty much automatic that you'll end up together, no matter what (even if the genders are the same). However, most elves don't end up finding their soul mate, as it requires skin contact to be able to identify them, and elves aren't exactly a touchy-feely race. Secondly, I'm making it possible to have more than one Animagus. I think it would be cooler that way, but I'm not making it an easy thing. If you have too many forms, you can become unstable, and you have to be quite powerful to manage even more. Natalie will be a russet wolf, though I am debating giving her another one. Harry will be a black phoenix, a black kitten, and a special one that I will reveal later. I've already picked it, and it's quite powerful, but it drains a TON of magic. Cookies to anyone who can guess it!
OC: Natalie is NOT an OC. Just so you know. She was sorted into Gryffindor during Harry's fourth year. Check the books. I don't think she was mentioned anywhere else besides that, but if someone finds a spot like that, I'd really like to know. So, if anyone finds a spot, and quotes it for me (with the page), cookies!
Cookies: Whoever has the most cookies at the end of this series gets a prize! Woo! I'll write a one-shot about whatever couple they want. Yaoi, Yuri, Het, whatever you want! So… On your mark… Get set… Go!
"Speech" = Common Speech or English
'Speech' = Telepathic Conversations
"Speech" = Parseltongue
"Speech" = Elvish
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"I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me." – Harry Potter
It was finally over, thank God. Or, more appropriately, according to Natalie, thank the Valar. She was always studying those strange elvish traditions, even though real elves weren't alive anymore. Though, Nat still had a bit of an infatuation with them.
Ah, Nat. Better known as Natalie McDonald. Ever since the young Gryffindor was sorted in Harry's fourth year, he had taken the younger girl under his wing, becoming her "older brother". At her request, of course. Nat was a Muggle-born, and an orphan, like Harry himself. However, she grew up in an orphanage, and had been going to go into foster care, when she got her letter to Hogwarts. That, of course, had changed everything, and Harry had done his best to show the girl the ins and outs of the wizarding world, at least, what he knew.
The girl had stuck with him through thick and thin, the entire war. When Hermione and Ron died, she had been there for him. When Colin and Dennis Creevey, her best friends, died, Harry was there for Nat. They were closer than most blood siblings, having been forced to endure so much more.
An now, now that the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Lord Voldemort himself, was finally dead, where was his sister? Harry's startling green eyes roamed the scene of carnage around him as he began to step through it, most people having already left with the injured to go celebrate. "Nat!" he called out, worry creeping its way onto his face. "Natalie!" Where was the girl? He bit his lip, trying to catch a sight of her russet-colored hair. It was nowhere in sight.
Speeding up as he moved through the wasteland that was formerly Godric's Hollow, Harry continued to call out his younger sister's name at random intervals, growing more and more frantic. Where was she? Was she hurt? Dead? His mask cracked, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. No! He couldn't lose her, not now! His parents left him first, leaving him with the Dursleys. Then Cedric, which Harry blamed himself for, no matter how many times Nat told him it wasn't his fault. Next was Sirius, his beloved godfather, followed shortly by Dumbledore, wonderful father figure he loved. Hermione and Ron went next, blown to pieces a few battles ago. They had never confessed their love, either. In this battle… Everyone that Harry cared about. Except for Nat. She couldn't die, she just couldn't!
"…Harry…" a whisper of his name jolted Harry to his senses. Had he really heard that? Blinking, he scanned the area with his startling green eyes. "…Harry…Bro…" It definitely was Nat! And… That russet color, off to the left!
Immediately, Harry dashed toward the sound, looking for his little sister. There she was! By the body of that Death Eater, Nott… "Natalie!" She was laying on the ground, blood covering her black Hogwarts robes. Was it hers, or someone else's? "Natalie! What happened?" Harry asked, brushing a russet-colored curl out of the eyes that were as equally green as his own.
Nat blinked, her eyes slightly glazed over and feverish. "It was… Sectusempra…" Sectusempra! Harry's eyes widened in shock. Then… That was her blood! Cursing under his breath, he gently pulled off her shirt, moving the flaps of her robe, and being careful of where he knew the wounds would be. Once the top half of her body was revealed, Harry gasped, and then gritted his teeth to hold another one back.
There was a large gash reaching across her stomach, simply oozing blood. At this rate, she would die in absolutely no time at all. Frantically, Harry searched his memory for all those healing spells that he had learned from Hermione. It was awful that he couldn't change into a phoenix, one of his Animagus forms, but he was so drained, he probably would do it wrong. Muttering two spells, one to increase blood production and the other to help the blood clot the wound quicker, Harry dug around in his robes, searching for bandages. There were none. Cursing, he brandished his wand once more, announcing the familiar spell. "Accio bandages!"
They appeared, flying towards him from who-knows-where. Harry caught them in midair, before turning back to Nat. The blood was oozing out less slowly now, at least, though it was still very dangerous for his younger sister. Quickly, he began bandaging the gash, albeit a bit clumsily, double and triple wrapping in order to stop the blood from flowing out. In fact, Harry continued his poor bandaging of the wound until he had used up the entire roll of bandages.
He sighed in relief, flicking his eyes up to Natalie's face. Throughout the whole bandaging process, she had remained silent, only wincing when Harry pushed her wound, brushed up against it, or did something careless like that. "Nat? Are you okay?" he asked, gently brushing another piece of hair out of her face. Feeling her forehead, he frowned slightly. "You're awfully warm."
Fixing her matching eyes on his, Nat waved his comments away. "I'm fine," she told him, sitting up. However, as she did, Nat was forced to lay back down, wincing as pain ripple through her stomach. Sighing, she blinked up at her brother. "This sucks."
Harry averted his eyes, muttering slightly, though Nat was still able to make out the words. "Yeah. The whole world sucks, right about now." Frustrated tears pooled up in his eyes. "I just… I just…" He couldn't spit the words out, though his sister understood what he had been about to convey.
"Yeah…" she murmured, her eyes following Fawkes, the Pheonix, as he flew through the air towards them. "I wish we were someplace else." Someplace with Elves, she thought in addition, but didn't voice the message.
Harry sighed, wiping away tears and nodding. "Yeah…" he agreed, just as the bird reached them. "If only." With those words, the two disappeared in a flash of light.
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A cry of despair rang out from the dwarf, and Gimli left the path they were taking, instead running into a large room. The rest of the Fellowship quickly followed, most surprised, with Legolas's arrow nocked and ready to fire at a moment's notice. The dwarf began sobbing over one of his kinsmen's graves, and Gandalf began to flip through a book, reading bits out loud. However, Legolas wasn't listening, instead having found something moving in the corner.
"Who's there?" the elf demanded, pointing his arrow in that direction. Immediately, all the attention in the room was drawn to Legolas, and then to the corner itself. Even the sobbing Gimli was pulled from his mourningful stupor to look to the corner, his face hardening. Evidently, he thought that whatever was in the corner had contributed in some way to his comrades' deaths. Which, all-in-all, wasn't an unreasonable assumption.
…Legolas had never thought that he'd think that way about a dwarf.
Movement began to occur in the corner of the room. Two small shapes emerged; they were about the size of children, or of Hobbits. Legolas lowered his bow slightly, though it was still drawn and ready; he didn't know for sure if he could trust them yet. And, it appeared he was right. From within the folds of a black cloak, the taller of the two (though only slightly taller) drew out a silver sword with encrusted rubies in the hilt.
A clanging and ringing sound met with the drawing of that sword. Everyone, including the black-robed figures, turned toward the sound. A startled-looking Pippin was trying to frantically grab at a skeleton, which had already partially fallen down a well. Unfortunately, it was too late, as booming and clanging noises resounded, most likely heard throughout all of Moria. Great. Now all the dark creatures living in these mines would know they were there.
Like echoes picking up, the sound of marching and drums could be heard, signaling that the orcs were coming. Gandalf rounded on the youngest Hobbit, who looked positively terrified (for once) for being foolhardy. "Fool of a Took! Next time send yourself down the well!" Merry looked as though he were going to stick up for his longtime friend, but Boromir sent him a look.
The sound of the orcs grew louder, and for the first time, a sound emerged from the two figures in the corner, emitting from the smaller. "Valar!" The voice was like that of a child's, and yet… That was Elvish. How…? Realizing that he could quit his musings and save them for later, Legolas ran to help Aragon and Boromir barricade the door.
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Natalie was confused. Very very confused. One moment, she was talking to Bro, as she lay injured on the battlefield. That stupid Goyle! The adult one, of course. Nat was surprised that that incompetent buffoon even knew of Sectusempra, let alone being able to cast it! It was still a wonder that he and his son had even been able to read, but she was blathering.
But, anyway, one moment they were there, and the next, they were here! The first thing that had caught Nat's attention was the elf, and a thrill of victory ran through her. Her wish had been granted! The next second, however, she wondered why he was that tall… Picking herself off the ground, she turned to Harry, her wounds aching with her movement.
Immediately, her jaw dropped. Bro was stunning. His skin was a creamy pale, scars gone, and his ebony hair was now long, falling past his shoulders. With his glasses gone, his emerald eyes could now be seen clearly, and… were his ears pointed! Bro had noticed her scrutiny. "What?" he asked, turning his attention to Nat. And then his expression matched hers. It was reasonable, after all. Randomly transporting someplace, they could handle. Turning into what appeared to be elflings…? Not normal, even for magic. They had freaking pointed ears, by the Valar!
Abruptly, their observations were halted, as the blonde and absolutely gorgeous elf pointed an arrow in their direction, announcing something that Nat couldn't understand, and, judging by Bro's puzzled expression, he couldn't either. However, the message was clear: "Show yourself". Exchanging looks, they pulled up the hoods of their black cloaks, before stepping out to where they could be seen.
The beautiful elf (though Nat had a strange inkling that he was gay) lowered his bow slightly, finally letting it sink in. They were children now. Elf children. That was a bit of a frightening idea. A slight hiss drew her attention, and her eyes widened slightly as Harry drew the Gryffindor sword, stepping between Nat and the elf. Any other time, Nat might have protested, albeit only slightly, but not now. She was frightened, unsure where she was, what was going on, and whether or not she could use her magic. Plus her wounds were hurting so bad. Harry had been in more situations like this; it would be best if she left the heroics up to him.
Nat, lost in her musings, jumped as a clanging sound began at her left. A… short person had knocked a rapidly disappearing skeleton into a well. Crap. Now everything in, well, wherever the hell they were would know they were there. Apparently, the people-things thought that as well, for someone who looked surprisingly like Dumbledore yelled at the short person.
There were booming sounds, resounding, as if someone were playing extra loud drums for the marching band. A shudder went through Nat's body, as her elven instinct immediately identified those sounds as belonging to a form of enemy. Honestly, was there no peace where the quartet went? Well, rather, a duo, now. Seeing as the two lovebirds were gone, leaving just Nat and Bro. Definitely sad, but at least they had each other.
"Valar!" remarked Bro from next to her, making the corners of Nat's mouth curve upward. She had influenced Harry more than she thought, if he was automatically using that as an exclamation. The sound of heated voices caught Nat's attention, and she looked up, distracted. The Dumbledore-man was arguing with the elf and two men, but they were still speaking in that strange language that she couldn't understand. Apparently, it was about the door, for the three removed the majority of their barricades, albeit a bit reluctantly.
Now paying more attention to her immediate surroundings, Nat found herself staring into two pairs of eyes, one brown and one green.
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Merry had pulled Pippin aside, attempting to cheer him up, for the Hobbit felt bad. Apparently, the child drawing a sword had just scared him, and he had accidently knocked over the skeleton in his fright. Nothing that Gandalf should've yelled at him about. It hadn't worked well, though, as the orcs were coming, and everyone was so tense and worried.
He lifted his brown eyes, and, after searching throughout the room, they came to rest on the two black-cloaked children, still standing warily in the corner. Why would two children be here in Moria? He didn't think they were dwarf children, so what were a pair of human children doing in the mines? They seemed quite young, if their small height, and the size of their pale, delicate, and extremely SMALL hands had anything to do with it.
So, casting an apprehensive glance at Gandalf, Merry stood up, making his way over to a regretful Pippin. Gently, he lay a hand on his friend's shoulder, who stiffened. As Merry offered up a comforting smile instead of angry words, the younger Hobbit's green eyes sparkled once more with their normal mischievousness. "Let's protect those kids, kay, Pip?" Sword or not, he thought, no, he knew that they wouldn't be able to protect themselves.
Pippin's eyes lit up at that marvelous idea. "Why, Merry, I do believe that that is by far the most intelligent idea you've ever had!" Merry pretended to look offended, though that just made Pippin grin. "Let the small people protect the smaller people, I say!"
Both Hobbits now quite proud of their idea and motivation, they marched over to the two children, grins plastered on their faces despite the fact that they were most likely about to do battle with a bunch of evil creatures. Hobbits could find ways to be happy in just about anything, though with some complaining about food or tired feet, of course. It was a gift.
The child with the sword didn't seem to like them, if the wariness coming from startling green eyes, the only thing they could see underneath its hood, meant anything. Thus, seeing that, they turned to the other child, which the slightly taller one seemed to allow, albeit semi-reluctantly.
As the smaller child looked up, it met their eyes with identical eyes to the first one's, only its eyes had a mixture of fear and curiosity in them. Merry and Pippin were about to introduce themselves, grins still in place, when the sound of something smashing against the doors came through, wiping them off quickly. "We'll protect you," Merry told the children, as they took up protective stances in front of them. The doors burst open, and the Hobbits gulped, suddenly doubting their resolve.
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Woo! First chapter is done! This took me forever to do, I will say, and I did this completely from memory! Woo! I don't think I'm going to go back to the books to review very much, at least, for the very first part. Currently, I think I can do it pretty well by memory, at least till the end of "The Fellowship of the Ring". After that, I may have to start consulting the books. Ugh. Oh, and for anyone who will complain about the whole eye-color thing, it will be explained later why Natalie and Harry have the same colored eyes. Okay? And it was NOT my intention at all to make her look like Lily. Just saying.
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