The Threads of an Old Life

Chapter One

Harry laid with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths, in and out. It hurt to breathe, but it hurt even more to move. He could feel the numerous fist sized bruises strain with each inhale, and felt the handprint placed around his throat twitch with every exhale, but all and all it didn't seem very different from any other time his uncle had seen it fit to "teach him a lesson." The only problem Harry had, was that he didn't remember how he had gotten to this state. The last thing he remembered was…"SIRIUS!" he had broken away from the group and had sprinted towards the veil. Was this what was on the other side? Ignoring his aches, Harry slowly got up. He had to find Sirius. Once he found him, they could figure out what to do. Harry turned, and froze.

Standing not four feet from him was a large black wolf; its muzzle even with his chest. Harry suddenly became aware of how small he was. He had never been "tall," but he knew that he hadn't been this short before. He took a slow measured step back, not taking his eyes off the wolf. "This can't be happening," he thought as he took another step back. "After all I've been through, I'm going to be eaten by a wolf." His heart thundered in his chest; he knew there would be no way he could out run a wolf, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try.

Just then the wolf gave a quick yip, and sat down. It stared at Harry with calm grey eyes, and wagged its tail. Harry paused. He slowly stood from his defensive stance and looked at the wolf closely. The wolf was skinny, but not overly so; its dark black fur was shiny but still scruffy looking, but what really caught his attention was the look in its deep grey eyes…It was pleading, and knowing in a way Harry had never seen in an animal, and that's when it clicked.

"Sirius?" he mumbled as he lifted his hand towards the wolf. The wolf slowly walked forward and nuzzled against his hand before licking it. Harry felt his heart soar, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around the wolf's neck. "Sirius! I thought you had…" His voice closed up, he couldn't say it, not now that he knew that his godfather was alive and well. Sirius gave a couple of happy yips in response before licking his face.

They spent a moment just enjoying the fact that they hadn't lost each other, before their mood became somber again. "Sirius…can you change back?" Harry asked as he looked at his godfather. Sirius shook his large muzzle and gave a short whine. Harry sighed but nodded in acceptance and then looked out onto the horizon. "Don't worry Sirius…I'll get us out of this."

Harry began to walk towards a line of trees in the distance. Sirius followed, his ears up in search for danger.


Many miles away, in the Elven tree city of Lothlórien, the Lady of Light paused and glanced eastwards.

"My lady, is everything all right?"

Galadriel frowned and continued her searching gaze outward. "Something has changed…" her voice was distant, like she wasn't really answering her companion's question. "A child…" She paused and let her thoughts carry her away, she knew that she wouldn't be the only one who felt this tremor in destiny, her next actions needed to be handled with care, or else the balance of power would shift away from the light. She turned and looked at her companion. "Enel will you bring my granddaughter to me? I'm afraid I must ask her to pass a note to Elrod and for him to make preparations."

"Yes, my lady" The elf bowed and quickly walked away. Galadriel gaze did not falter, and she waited until the younger elf left before letting a frown cross her face.

"Be strong little Ithryn. For you hold the fate of many on your strong shoulders."


Harry glanced down at the rocky hills from his high perch. He and Sirius had been walking for days, before finally stumbling upon this large plateau. It was large enough to keep them out of reach of most predators, and had a great view of the surrounding area. A perfect area for Harry to heal up before looking for a town.

He and Sirius quickly settled into a schedule for their little base. Sirius would leave, collect food, then bring it back to Harry, who would then cook the meat over a fire for them both to share. And while Sirius hunted, Harry would spend his time clearing some of the rubble that covered the top of the plateau. The plateau, from what Harry could guess, use to be some sort of watch tower, and had a number of hidden pockets that held a couple of old items. From the debris Harry found a few useful items, like a pan, and a hole filled cloth he has been using for a blanket. But what he found most useful was an old rusted dagger he found underneath a few large rocks. When he found the dagger he'd spent the rest of the day cleaning the blade in hopes of convincing Sirius he was capable of doing more then "house work." But when Sirius got back and Harry offered to go on the next hunt, Sirius shook his head rapidly and gave a number of short barks that Harry guessed meant "no."

Harry could understand that Sirius was trying to protect him, but he couldn't help but be slightly irritated at his godfathers over protectiveness. He was sixteen-years-old, despite his current appearance. He was more then capable of taking care of himself; he had before. Sure he was injured, but they were all minor cuts and bruises, and most of the bruises were already yellowing, and had begun to fade. He told Sirius this in hopes of soothing some of the wolf's unease, but the reminder of his condition seemed to only put him in a worse mood.

It was on their fifth day in the tower, just before the sun began to set, that everything changed. Sirius went on another rabbit hunt, and had left Harry alone. Harry sat on top of some crumpled bricks, looking for the shadowy figure of his godfather, when he spotted a man and four child-sized companions. Harry gasped, and quickly jumped off his perch and crouched down. He watched as the man and his group came closer and closer to the plateau. "What if they're coming here?" He thought as his heart started to speed up. Harry sat as still as he could as he watched the group start up the narrow walkway up to the crumpling tower. "Were they friendly? Would they help?" Harry thought as he retreated further behind the old black bricks. Harry quickly ran and retrieved his dagger before concealing himself once more in a tight hole. His grip on his dagger tightened as a voice sounded from right below the tower.

"These are for you, keep them close…I'm going to have a look around." The voice wasn't getting any closer, but still Harry tensed. "Stay here."

Harry didn't move. He stood in his small hole and waited for something to happen, but nothing did. And after roughly thirty minutes he concluded that who ever these strangers were, they were staying down there. He let out a sigh, and slowly let his arms drop. He would just have to wait until Sirius got back. Harry slowly crawled out of his makeshift cupboard and sat down near the edge of the plateau, so that he could hear what the strangers had to say, but it wasn't long until their mindless chatter slowly lulled him to sleep.


Gandalf slowly opened his swollen eyes and looked up at the white bearded man in front of him.

"Gandalf…my dear old friend, don't you see? Change is upon us, and its time we aligned ourselves with the proper side. It won't be long until Sauron has everything he needs, and when that happens you don't want to be found on the wrong side." Saruman's deep rumble of a voice almost sounded mournful, and it caused Gandalf to look up.

"Everything he needs?" Gandalf questioned as he slowly leaned himself against one of the pillars of the tower. Saruman turned away from Gandalf, and looked down at the once beautiful courtyard.

"A child has appeared, Gandalf…" The words were quiet, and for a second Gandalf believed that Saruman was back to his old self. "A child who has magic running through his body…much like an elf does… but to such an extent that he may have more power then either of us."

Gandalf's eyes widened, but then he felt a stone drop to his stomach. "How do you know this?" Gandalf asked, his voice full of suspicion. Saruman was silent for a moment before he turned and looked Gandalf in the eye, his face once more emotionless and dull.

"The great eye sees many things…" His voice was trance-like, and Saruman appeared to be looking at something far away. "The boy shall be the last piece of the broken puzzle…and Sauron will once again rule over middle earth.

A.N: Soooo yep here's the latest part. I really wasn't expecting this chapter to come out like this. But…well I started to write and it sort of took on a life of its own lol. But anyway I would like to thank everyone who fav/followed this story! It really surprised me, considering how short I made the first chapter. And a special thanks to those who took the time to review! Even a couple of words really inspired me to work on this. Anyway, thanks for reading

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