Born again with the dead.
With a blinding flash, Harry Potter suddenly found himself in another world, a place called 'middle earth.' When he opened his eyes, he noticed that there was a surprisingly peaceful sky and tall, ancient trees above him. As he lifted his hand to the heavens, he saw a small, unfamiliar hand. His eyes widened in horror and he began squirming in whatever was holding him, touching his face and ears in an attempt to figure out what was going on. He was now in the form of a one year old elfling. The first child since Arwan, daughter of Lord Elrond, was what he heard from the people around him. As a soft hush was heard and the feeling of being rocked to sleep came, he looked around to see that he was lying in the arms of a beautiful, fair haired elf. Presuming the fair haired female elf to be his mother, the baby snuggled into her, feeling safe and sound, happy and full of life. This was something he longed for.
The father of the child, who walked ahead of them, had the same fair hair as the woman, but slightly darker. The baby, on the other hand, although of the forest elves, seemed to be rare and unique with his black hair and green eyes. He was sweet and innocent, but oblivious to the fact that his very happy start in life was going to get as horrible as it was with Lord Voldemort.
Little did any of them know, especially the baby, it was no longer safe to travel between the kingdoms as the orgs had become more violent than before. Hunting was just a chore and they killed others for fun. The family hadn't really been in touch with the outside world for almost two years, so they didn't know about the dangers that could occur, or were coming.
Gazing further into the forest path, the father was the first to sense that there was something wrong. He rushed to his wife's side to protect her from the possible unseen threat. The she-elf looked at him in confusion and unconsciously hid her child from sight, sensing urgency and dread from her husband. When he reached her, orgs burst from the forest surrounding and attacked the vulnerable family. The baby began to cry as he sensed his mother's fear.
The female elf tried with all her might to stay calm as her husband fell to the ground, killed by the one orgs that she hadn't seen. Blood drained from her face as she saw her husband's lifeless eyes and the pool of blood spreading beneath him. She couldn't turn away from the horrific sight, but she made sure the child couldn't even get a glimpse. Her piercing screams were the last thing her sweet son would ever hear from her. She fell to the earth with her son still in her arms, an axe in her back as her face froze in an expression of terror.
Once the orgs had gone, the unnoticed baby began to cry.
"Mama…Dada..." Sobbing, he repeated the words over and over to deaf ears and to the still forest.
Once again, he had been left all alone.
