Here is the second chapter of the story I planned. The story is supposed to be an adventure, giving Harry a chance to overcome his fears and faults and help him redeem.
Chapter 2
Harry could not understand what is happening to him. He was ready to be punished by those giant monsters and before they could do him, he fell back on the ground. He was weak and could not move. He was beside a fire and the warmth is relishing. He was all shivering due to his wounds and cold of the evening and he welcomed the heat. Slow whimpers escaped his mouth as his body shuddered in pain of the wounds. He wanted to sleep, but could not do that. The pain of the wounds is stopping him from sleep. He was again lifted back and could find a glowing figure holding him. Tears of sorrow and pity filled his eyes and he carried him to what looked like a giant horse. Is this one of Madam Maxime's? It was all white and didn't looked like one.
The rider, took him on his horse and rode over. The journey was very uncomfortable for he was never used to ride a horse and riding with all the wounds made it more difficult. The rider poured some liquid down his throat and he swallowed it. Whatever the potion was, he liked it. It made him warm and comfortable. The rider told something he could not understand and he fell asleep.
He was gliding over the Hogward's ruins and over the dead bodies of his friend ad foe. They fought against each other and now fell over each other. It was hard to differentiate between friend and foe. He was gliding over and entered the castle. It was all empty, all ruined and so silent. He skimmed across the castle's floor and moved from one floor to another. He saw someone and halted, a girl and a red headed boy. They were mourning over something. He fleeted towards them and before he could touch them came a hoarse cry, "Avada kedavra " with greenish light and struck them. "No" Harry cried and jolted up from his bed. He looked all his surroundings and wondered where he was. The last things he remember was a shining rider taking him with him. Before that it was some crude monstrous creatures hurting him. And he concentrated with all his force to remember what happened. He could remember a green flash of light from Voldemort's wand and a greenish explosion. He fell through an abyss and met some angel like beings. They said something about dead enemy and not in this world, not in this form.
Where is he now? Is it after life? Then where are his parents? Where is Sirius? Lupin?
What really happened to his friends? Are they safe?
What happened to Voldemort? Is he really dead?
Is the presence of Angel like beings his dream? Is he still in that dream?
He was lost in his thoughts and never saw people rushing towards him and surrounding him. When he did look, he was too dismayed to see many bright people, some armed, around him. In that surprise he began to cry.
The healers, when they saw a boy, did all they could do to protect him. They were told that the kid was found captive in an orc pack. They were horrified at what the malicious beings have done to him. They slowly undressed him and cleaned his many scars and wounds. The dressed his burns and fixed his broken arm. It was luck that the boy was swooned at the time they did this or else he would have suffered from a lot of pain. They found him a Dunadain, not a normal man child. They treated him and were happy that he survived the ordeal and laid him to rest. It has been three days and the child haven't yet woken up yet and they began to worry about the child.
Lord Elrond was informed with the finding of a child, he hasted towards the healing halls,
So did his other son Elladan and daughter Arwen. They were related the tale by Elrohir and were very sad to find such a beautiful kid in such a state. Though it is not new for elves to find such gashes and treat them, they had always done over warriors, not a child. Elrond found his eye sight blur out with tears. He had not cried after he got his tortured wife back from the orcs and the old horrors surrounded him. He felt gloomy and helpless after those memories invaded him. How lost he was when he received the first news, his wife Celebrain was captured by Orcs, the restlessness he had undergone until he found her back. No matter what he or his children had done, she would not respond and after that, in such pain, she had sailed past the shores to the undying lands for peace. He was left all alone by his wife to face the rest of his days here. He could not contain the thoughts and dispersed back to his chambers.
From the first sight of the child, Arwen could not contain her love for the kid. So beautiful and fragile he was, yet so tattered. He was very pale, very weak and she could not fathom what he had undergone. She nursed him along with the healers and stayed by him for two days looking him after. Kids were very rare for elves and all kids, no matter if they are of nobles or commons, kids were always loved and celebrated. It is a boon to have kids and she had learned from her grandmother and her long experiences that, children, irrespective of their race, were loved by all. She was sure she would love even an orc child, for they are children and cannot be verged by hatred. This boy seemed special to her after she learned he is a Dunadain. So few of the men of Arnor have remained and from the fine making of the found clothes, it is easy to tell that he is a child of noble family. She considered how much the mother of the child would be wailing at this loss. The Rangers were hard, fighting back the witch king, but they were also very kindhearted. He could not be one among the rangers of the south, as there were no noble families remaining in them.
Bilbo Baggins was startled when he first heard the news of a child found in an orc camp and could not rest until he saw the child. The child looked so beaten and pale, he could not contain his tears for his predicament. Arwen had consoled him, but he could never imagine his worst foe in the brutal hands of orcs and now, he is looking at a child who had undergone such harshness. He remembered the young days of Frodo, when he was a toddler, how he slept and could not remain for much long in that room. It has been six years since he had arrived to Rivendell and this is the first time he had come across something that breaks down his heart.
On the third day, when the Arwen was sent to rest, the guarding elves heard a cry and rushed inside the toddler's room. When the healers and guards surrounded him, the boy began to cry. The healers chided the guards for surrounding him and scaring him. The guards left to inform Lord Elrond and the Lady Arwen that the boy woke up. The healers assured the kid with all the words they could and no matter what they did, the kid continued to cry.
Arwen hastened to the room of the boy on hearing the news of the child along with her brothers and father. They could hear the loud cries of the infant. The healers moved aside to make way for their lords to look up the child. The child was crying and Elladan's heart moved on seeing tear tracks on his cleaned face. Arwen stepped closer and took the child in her arms. She began to soothe the child and the child looked at her in confusion. She looked back at his glowing green eyes and gently smiled. She cradled him gently and in no time, the kid stopped crying.
Harry felt foolish to cry in the presence of other people. No matter how big they appeared. But even he tried, it became increasingly difficult to control his tears. Then he saw a women and she took him in her arms. He could not identify who she is and what she is doing with him. She looked very beautiful and radiant, much more radiant than the other people. She smiled gently at him and started to cradle him. It was comforting, weird, he thought. He was never cradled as a child. The Dursleys never showed him any form of love or comfort. He is a grown up and it is really weird to have a beautiful giant sized woman cradle him. However weird the cradling was, he was feeling comfortable and safe. He looked deep into her and she smiled again. She doesn't look like a giant, only that he feel to be shrunken. He directed his gaze towards his hands. His right hand was heavily bandaged and his whole body seemed to be shrunken. "Oh my!" he yelled on looking at the visible portion of his body. It was not like he was shrunken, but it was like he was in the body of an infant. That shock again resulted in his crying and he could not think how it is even possible. He got a very bad thought of looking at Voldemort's child like form in his fourth year. He knows he is a horcrux of Voldemort. Is it that his body was destroyed by the dark lord and he was placed in an evil child like form as a way of torture? He could contain neither his tears nor his fears after that horrific thought. The woman, who was cradling him bewildered on his rebooted cries and looked perplexed. She still held him in her arms. The others looked worriedly at her. Parentage was not all of them experienced. Elrond moved towards his daughter and took the child into his arms. Harry looked more horrified and fearful on moving onto another person and started crying loudly. All the elves, confused by the cries from the healing rooms, gathered around them. The experienced hands of Elrond slowly took the child out into the garden and began showing him flowers. Harry was so distracted on seeing those beautifully colourful flowers and stopped crying. Elrond spoke to Harry and Harry could not gather a single bit of it. The voice seemed so gentle and fluid, he could not catch a word from that. He looked perplexed at this carrier. The person carrying him is definitely not a man, for no man looked so beaming and none had pointed ears. He looked around and everybody around him are similar to him. Tall, with very long, smooth, straight hair and pointed ears. They were elegantly dressed and light seemed to be emitting from their bodies. The person carrying him spoke different words but he could understand none. He kept looking in around for gathering any sense about the place. The place was warm, surrounded by beautiful gardens. The construction was so elegant, allowing maximum light and wind to fill the place. He could see waterfalls, gardens all over the place and he could not tell whether there are buildings within the trees or woods within buildings. The place seemed so beautiful and serene. The valley, the woods, the buildings, the people, all looked so elegant and so beautiful. After what seemed to be a long time, he could get back to his senses and looked back at the person carrying him. It seemed he looked normal as the person carrying him showed no sign of infliction in carrying him. He must be atleast looking natural for these persons as they are not offended by him. Had he grown pointed ears like them? That thought brought a chuckle on his face.
The elves were relieved when they saw the boy chuckle. They slowly dispersed as the child is safe in their lord's hands. Arwen and her brothers continued to look awed at her father. Elrond, seeing this asked the kid for his whereabouts in different languages but the kid seemed to understand none. After questioning him slowly and deducing that he was not responding to that, Elladan made a slow comment, "Is the child impaired to speak by the orcs?" Everyone shot horrified glances at each other and Elrond tried to slowly open the child's mouth.
Harry found the person carrying him again speaking to him but he could not infer anything from it. Suddenly, one of the three said something and everybody looked alarmed. His carrier placed his fingers gently on his mouth as though to open it. Harry felt reluctant to open his mouth as he don't know what he was doing. He tightly closed his mouth in reflex. The person patiently tried to repeat the same but he did not allow him to open his mouth. The person opened his mouth and made a gesture to open his. But Harry was adamant. He would not open his mouth After a few tries, the person, who definitely is a male, gave up. Harry laughed at the man when he looked lost. Elrohir commented, "so he thinks it is a play!" Elrond thanked the stars for the child could still smile, unlike his wife. With a clear sign of relief, he placed the kid back in his bed.
Harry asked them, "I am sorry, but who are you? May I know where am I?"
The elves heard the boy say something but they could not deduce anything from it, except that the child could speak and he is happy now. They slowly sat around the bewildered boy and very slowly started asking questions. Harry said, "Pardon me, I could not understand anything? What language are you speaking?" The elves looked at each other. Harry continued, "I am terribly sorry. I must thank you for whatever you are doing with me, but please tell me who you are." Seeing them still dumbfounded, he cursed himself for not learning any language other than English. He never needed to as everybody spoke English and they didn't teach other languages at Hogwarts. In his six years of schooling and one year of hunting, he had never come across any one with other languages (Even in the fourth year tournament, the foreign students tried to speak English) and especially, never saw or heard about people like the ones he is facing now. They are extremely beautiful and their voice so melodious, more than a veela in both fronts. They are not new people, he could say that from their settlement. They seemed, more like unaffected by age. Harry wanted to ask much and learn more, but he started yawning and he rubbed his eyes with his hands to stay awake. Seeing his cute effort, the elves bade him goodbye and covered him with a blanket, tucked him in the bed and moved out. Arwen, however, decided to stay with the kid for some more time. Harry wanted to ask her a few of his many questions, he knows he is silly to ask someone questions in a language they don't understand and dozed off.
Elrond was happy that the child can be healed and can still smile and be joyful. It is wonderful and a true gift to have childhood. But he was concerned with the whereabouts of the child. He called Elrohir, "Son, Tell me more about the way you found the child."
Elrohir replied, relating the old story again "I was guarding the eastern boundaries and had proceeded a bit deeper than that as the forest lands were seldom occupied. We saw a fire appear in the evening and I was inquisitive to know who dwelled there. I saw a pack of orcs, thirty one orcs in it. We took positions immediately and surrounded them, shot down the orcs giving those creatures no chance to retaliate. I walked into the dead orcs to see if anyone is still alive and to learn more about them. They seemed to be traveling from the mountains, through the old forest. I could not tell what villages they have burnt in their way as there are none in between here and the mountains. They must be running all their way as they seemed tired and hungry and I heard muffled cries and spotted the source of those sounds as this child. All I can infer about the child is, as he is a Dunadain, he must be one of Estel's people. The Northern rangers could have striked the orcs and reduced their numbers and in the battle, they should be outnumbered and killed, leaving the child in the hands of orcs. But I could not tell why the rangers were bringing a child when attacking an orc pack."
"Are there any fresh battle injuries on the orcs?" Elrond inquired. "No, father" Elrohir replied. "Then how could you say they were intercepted by rangers? The northern rangers are not that weak to leave orcs, atleast one, without any injuries." Elrond questioned. 'True', Elrohir thought. "And no ranger will bring child as little as the one here into the forest. As there were no injuries, it is not true that the orcs raided their families." Elrond continued. "Only if they were heavily outnumbered and had all died in the process." Elrohir replied. Elrond continued "If so, the orcs would have eaten the kid, they should be vary of battle and knowing how much they hated the rangers, they would not kept the kid alive for this long. There were no ranger companies here, neither are any settlements. They should have been traveling for many days on foot from the deep north till here and would have eaten or killed the child, unless,, "
"Unless what?" asked Elrohir impatiently.
"Unless he was asked to be brought." Elrond carefully replied.
Elrohir looked deeply troubled on hearing those words. Why would a little child be asked to be brought? Seeing his son troubled, Elrond said, "Don't trouble yourself. Go back and rest now. We will find more about the strange speaking child later." Yes, the child speaks in a different tongue. He also seemed to be unheard of any of the tongues here. How could that possibly be?
Arwen continued to look at the sleeping child. She could not tell why, but she began growing affectionate of the child. The child surely had suffered a lot. She remembered her mother. She too, had suffered the same misfortune when traveling towards Lothlorien. The orcs had tortured her until her brothers and their forces brought her back, slaying the orcs. Why should people suffer? What had her mother or the little toddler here done to undergo such experiences? The images and memories of such trying ordeals seldom leave the inflicted and continue to haunt them. She felt sorry for the kid and why she could not infer, she wanted to protect the boy from any such mishaps. The boy woke up again crying, probably from a bad dream and she soothed him by singing a song. He cried for sometime and slept back, not before he saw her and said something. But his eyes showed he was thankful and she smiled back at him. He slowly drifted back to sleep and She came out to meet Elladan and Elrohir by the door.
Oh, I have uploaded two chapters I have previously written here. This feels good.