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Author's Note: This chapter has been edited by Allyana.
Scene TwoDoran, son of Andrean
"SIRIUS!" Harry shouted loudly from his slumber. His eyes were wide and he was panting heavily. He looked around him and saw his father's friends laying unmoving. He quickly jumped from his place to them.
"You okay, lad?" asked unfamiliar voice from behind his back. Harry spun his body feeling surprised. His wand quickly found itself in his vice grip as he met with the voice's owner.
"Whoa! Calm down, lad. I don't mean to harm you." The man who had the voice raised his arm in a non-threatening way in an attempt to calm Harry down. He was in his forties or maybe fifties. He had brown hair and blue eyes and he was also rather handsome. The man was tall and had strong built that screamed warrior all over him. The scar from his left eyebrow to his left cheek just matching his warrior built. He wore the strangest clothes Harry has ever seen, like a medieval wardrobe. A sword hanging on his side, which made teenager more nervous than ever.
"Who. Are. You?" asked Harry cautiously. He tightened his grip as he slowly stepped back toward his godfather and his former professor.
"Doran, son of Andrean."
"Huh?" Harry was caught by surprise when he said his father's name instead of his surname.
"What?" he asked curiously. This kid in front of him who caught his interest the first time he saw him in the forest just acted like he ate sour fruit.
"I only asked your name, not your father's too."
This lad was definitely weird. He and the other two wore the strangest clothes he has ever seen. The first time he and the other rangers found them on the old forest, they were clutching their wood sticks like their lives were depended on it. (AN: the ones who clutched their wands were Sirius and Harry, since Remus put his wand on its holster when he held Harry). "Uh… because it is customary?" he supplied.
"You're kidding." Harry stared at him dumbfounded. He quickly accessed his surroundings. It was like some sort of a tent or something. Over the place were laid swords and other weapons. This was surely not one of the rooms in Department of Mystery.
"What's kidding? I don't know that word," he inquired.
"Where the hell am I?" asked Harry at the same time.
Doran decided to answer the boy question first when he saw mistrust and fear on his eyes. He wondered what exactly 'hell' was. "You're in the camp of Dunedain race."
"The race of what?"
"Dunedain. Haven't you ever heard about our race?" he asked disbelievingly. The lad's blank look answered his question, though.
Harry shook his head negatively. He thought about his situation. He was in unfamiliar territory with a stranger and he felt rather intimidated by his presence. The last thing he remembered was his following Sirius to the veil and Remus' catching his hand.
"Never heard of it before. How can I be here?" he asked again.
"Well, we-"
"Who?"
"Me and my friends." he paused. "We found you three in the old forest when we investigated the light which came from it," he explained at the wary boy.
"Forest? Light? What do you mean!" How can they be in a forest? Surely…"Holy shit!" What if the veil was a portal that threw them into unknown time and place? Sirius and Remus should know how to take care of it… he hopes...
Doran stared as the boy acted like he realized something. He lowered the hand that held the stick and ran to his friends nervously. Doran stayed silent. He watched as the boy awakened his companions. One of them was awaken though he looked still confused. The other man on the other hand didn't even move, but he knew that he wasn't dead since he has checked his pulse before.
"Sirius, wake up!" So the black haired man's name was Sirius.
"Harry? What happened?" the grey haired man spoke from the first time. His voice was raspy and hoarse.
"Remus, he isn't moving." said the Harry lad to the one who must have been Remus. He watched as his confused glance vanished and was replace by concern, guilt, sadness and other emotions he couldn't decipher.
The Remus guy checked the Sirius guy's pulse and seemed to be relieved when he felt his pulse. He then drew something. It was revealed as… another stick? He watched them confused.
"He's only stunned, kiddo. Enervate." he could hear him whisper those unfamiliar words. To his surprise a light came out from the tip of the stick and hit the other man, making his jaw drop. The other man was starting to open his eyelids.
"By the Valar…" he breathed. "An Istari? But shouldn't they be old men?" he asked himself loudly. This caught the attention of the three strangers on his camp.
"Who is he, Harry? Where are we?" asked the Remus guy to the lad. The black haired man groaned as he tried to fully open his eyes.
"He said that his name was Doran. And for where we are, he said we were in the Dunedain's camp.
"What's Dunedain?" he asked bluntly.
Now, Doran was ready to slap his forehead. Haven't these guys really never heard of them?
"Dunno, apparently a race. Well, that won't be a matter for now. We have a more urgent problem with capital 'P' if what I thought is right," Harry looked rather relieved, as he knew Sirius didn't die, but his eyes showing that he was worried about something.
"And that would be?" asked the now fully awaken Sirius inquiringly.
"We might have been thrown into different time, reality, or even planet," his words stunned them.
"Pardon?" asked the bewildered Sirius, not really comprehending what his godson had said.
"The veil might be a portal which led us to another palace. The guy over there said that he found us in the forest. And as far as I know, there is no forest near the ministry. This made me believe we were thrown into different a place, maybe medieval time, if we looked at what he is wearing."
"Tell me that you're kidding."
There. That 'kidding' word again. What does it meant anyway?
"Do you think I'm joking?" the boy appeared to be hurt by the disbelief on the question.
Oh, kidding was the same as joking.
"No. I'm sorry, Harry. But this is crazy!"
New word: Crazy.
"So, what should we do now?" Harry asked. Paused. They looked at Doran expectantly.
"Er…" Doran looked uneasy for being stared at.
"May I ask you something?" asked Remus politely.
"Er, sure. What do you want to ask?"
"Where are we currently in?"
The ranger in front of them stared at them oddly for a moment before answering. "We're near the old forest in Shire."
The three people in front of them grimaced. "Told you! We're in deep shit!"
"At least we're still alive," Remus rubbed his forehead trying to think a way to get back to Hogwarts.
"This doesn't ease the fact that we're lost," added Sirius. He sighed tiredly.
"You're lost?" inquired Doran. At the three's nods, he approached them. Three pairs of guarded eyes watched his move.
That's interesting. Who're these people that they have to be cautious with me? They didn't look like they came from Umbar, Easterling or Haradrim.
"Where do you want to go then?" he stopped right in front of the three.
"England. That is it if you've ever heard of that country of course," Harry said doubtly.
"My apologies, I've never heard of it. Why did you frown when I said you're in the Shire? You're not one of Sauron's army, are you?" he asked suspiciously.
"Who?" chorused all the three.
'Haven't you ever heard of him before?" asked Doran puzzled. The three were definitely not orcs or other dark creature, but there are rumours that some men allied themselves to Sauron, especially the Easterling and the Haradrim race.
They shook their heads. "Should we have?"
"Well, you should have. There's no one who don't know—until now—about Sauron. Although he was defeated by Isildur 3000 years ago, his armies are still active and ambushed some village near Mordor where they built their base! Don't say that you don't know about this too."
"Uh… sorry Mr. Doran, but we honestly don't know about Sauron, Gondor, Isildur, or Mordor," said the spokesman of the group, Remus. "From what Harry said before and what you have just said, I can conclude that we came from different place, maybe even time or world," he continued carefully wondering if it was alright to tell him the truth. But they were unfamiliar with this place and needed someone else's help.
"Excuse me? What did you mean by different time or world?" he asked incredulously.
"Should we tell him?" Remus asked the other two for permission. Harry and Sirius looked at each other for a moment. A silent conversation took place between them.
They nodded. "I think he can be trusted. If not we can just obliviate him, and find the way to London ourselves," Sirius told him. This situation was not good.
Whatever 'obliviate' meant, Doran didn't like the sound of it.
"Okay then," He breathed deeply "We're wizards."
"Wizards?" his eyebrow raised. These guys really had many new phrases that he didn't know.
"Someone who has magic," Harry explained.
"Oh, you mean Istari."
"Well, if that is another word of wizard, then yes."
"But shouldn't Istari be old men?"
"I can't say that I'm THAT old. I'm only 15 almost 16, you know."
"I can see that, lad. Which is why I doubt you," He stared at the emerald eyes fixedly.
"Harry rolled his eyes. He whirled his wand and pointed it to his sword. "Accio."
Doran's eyes widened when his sword flew to the hand of the black haired lad. "What the?" Harry smirked naughtily.
"Now, do you believe me?" he twirled the sword.
"As far as I want to doubt you… I think you're not lying. Could I have my sword back?" These people were surprising him, which was something rare. Harry handed the sword back to its master. "Now could you tell me what just happened?"
With that, Remus told him his story, they ought not to keep secret from him, but there were some things that no one needed to know. Firstly he told him about the year and place they should be in. The magical world and the muggles. The event of Grindewald, then Voldemort and Harry's role in it—which drew disbelief and many questions from Doran. Hogwarts and the event at the ministry. They didn't tell him about the order or Harry's quests on his years at Hogwarts, or Sirius wrong imprisonment, or Remus' curse. That would be served when they trusted him enough or there was no any other choice. After that they told him their conclusions.
"Wow. I wouldn't believe the story if you don't give me the proof of your magic. A full population of ista—I mean, wizards and witches… So you want to go back to your place?" They nodded. "But you don't know how," he half stated.
"Yes, we don't even know if we're in the same world as ours," supplied Sirius who was rubbing his temple with his fingertips.
Doran tapped his chin before went to the corner and taking something from the wooden trunk. It was a large parchment made of leather, possibly deer's. He then laid it carefully on the table in the center of the camp.
"It is the map of Middle Earth, the world we're currently in. We're here," he pointed at the map. "We're camping near the forest where we heard the rumors of an orcs group."
"What are orcs?"
"They are dark creatures made by Sauron. We believed that he is still alive and still makes his armies to attack us. His body might be destroyed at the time, but his soul wasn't. From what you told me about this Voldemort, Sauron sounds almost like him. For now his soul appeared to be a very large eyes made of fire in the Mordor fortress—here" he pointed another place in the map.
"We camped here to defend this forest from the orcs onslaught and sometimes bandits. Not much luck, we haven't even seen one of them, but their traces were clear so we couldn't doubt the fact that there are orcs in this forest."
"Hm… I don't think that we're in the same world as ours, Sirius, Remus." Harry said sardonically after he studied the map in front of him.
"Why?" asked Sirius. Doran and Remus also had inquisitive look on their faces.
"The map of this world is different than ours."
Both of his dad's friends rushed to the table to see the map. "You're right, Harry," he then looked over Remus. "Any idea?" Remus shook his head.
"I'm not expert on this kind of things."
"So are we," Silence. "So, I guess we're in really deep trouble now?" The three looked at each other and sighed. Doran only watched them silently.
"By the way, where are your friends? I don't see anyone beside you." Harry adjusted his glasses that were somehow still intact.
Doran smiled slightly at the boy. He could feel that the lad wasn't ordinary boy. He was scrawny, yes, and didn't have the built of a warrior, but he could feel that he had a great destiny in his path. "They're out hunting. Some of us are here, but they're practicing. Anyway, I haven't known your names."
"I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Harry offered his hand, which was accepted by Doran who pondered about it for a moment, as it wasn't his custom, before decided to take it. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, lad," he replied back.
"He is my Godfather, Sirius Black." Sirius shook his hand, a smile crept on his face. "And he is Remus Lupin." Lupin nodded politely which was returned back by Doran.
"It seemed that we have very different custom."
"Indeed." Remus stated. "Our last names are the surnames, you could say they are our family name.
"I think it was my time to tell you the story of my world," Doran then told them about Sauron's assault against human, dwarves, and elves which drew his guests' full attention. He told them about their race and their jobs as rangers. Lastly he told them the situation of Middle Earth right now.
"Wow!" Harry was amazed by this new world. "So there are really elves and dwarves? And elves aren't ugly and short? But beautiful, graceful and tall?"
Doran laughed loudly at that. "Elves, ugly? No, lad. Where did you get that impression anyway?'
"In my world there are house elves. They are nothing like what you've told me. Instead what you've told me are based on the elves the muggles thought of," Harry explained.
"Muggles… they are normal men, right?" Harry nodded. "Well, I can't imagine meeting a house elf or whatever its name myself."
"They looked like a goblin," supplied Remus.
"A goblin? As in Sauron's army?" he asked anxiously.
"Maybe, we don't know about this world, you know. The goblins in our world rebelled once, but I don't really know why, since my professor, which was a ghost made the story like a lullaby and the rest of us slept at that time. Now, the goblins are running a bank named Gringotts. Bank is a place to hold money transactions, such as saving, withdrawing, deposits, and many more. Just imagine them as merchants" Sirius added quickly when he saw that Doran has never heard of bank before.
"Hmm, I can't imagine goblin becoming a merchant, like that," he chuckled. "At least we know that our worlds have some similarities."
"Yeah, we have trolls too. Big, strong… but stupid," this got laughs from all. "We also have banshee, veela, vampire, unicorn, griffin, dragon, basilisk, and much more creatures. But in our world, muggles, except the selected ones, don't know about their existences. They only think of them as a myth or a legend. And most of us prefer it that way."
"Hmm… yes, your world has intrigued me." Then he became serious once more. "Do you have any idea how to get back," at this their faces sobered up. "I guest not."
"Wait a second," Harry looked up. "You said about Istari, didn't you?" Remus and Sirius eyes filled with hope. They looked expectantly at the ranger.
"Well, yes. But it wasn't easy to meet them. I saw only one of them once, and that was 30 years ago. His name is Gandalf the Grey, the second best Istari after Saruman the White. I also have heard about Radagast the Brown. It is hard to meet them. If they aren't the ones who want to meet you themselves, we have little to none possibility to meet them." His statement was met by disappointed faces.
"What should we do then?" asked Harry cluelessly.
After uncomfortable silence, Doran decided to break in. "Well you get some options here." They glanced at him inquiringly.
"First, you can try to find the way home yourselves. Or second, you can try to find an Istari who might know the way. Three, you can try to find the elder of the elves who is very wise and might know about the way too. Or four, you can stay with us and wait for any Istari who we might come across with. Since you are unfamiliar with this place, I suggest you take the fourth option. We are rangers and have wide connections with anyone in this world for information. But this is your decision I won't force you. But I warn you that the land here is wild and you might come across with orcs or other Sauron's army. And that won't be pleasant." They gulped.
"Well, I myself think that the fourth option will be the best option, but won't you mind accepting strangers like us?' asked Remus. Harry and Sirius still quiet.
"Of course not. We accepted anyone who needs our help. And considering your situation, you three—," his saying was abruptly stopped when he heard shouts outside the camps. Suddenly someone came in, they could see he was panting heavily. "What happened, Weldren?" asked Doran worriedly.
"The orcs!" he yelled. It looked like he didn't pay any attention to the guests. "They attacked us!"
"WHAT!"
TBC…………….
Te he. How is this fic. Please say that you love it. - I accept critique (as long as it is not just saying that I'm stupid, my story is bad and not worth to be read or something like that, because if you want to say so, just fuck off!) and suggestion of course.
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Larail: thank you very much. This chapter is reeeaaaallly longer than the 1st, huh? What do you think of it? Just for notice, I don't know anything about sindarin. When I read other LotR crossover fanfiction I noticed that some of them write elven language there. Well, that won't happen in my story because I can't speak it. And actually I wonder where did they know about that language? It wasn't like Tolkien made a dictionary, was he?