A/N: Well, I hope you liked the prologue, now, as I said I would, I've typed up the real first chapter. I hope you like it. Oh, and someone reminded me that Saruman had been going dark before he got the Palantir, and well, considering I started to write this before I read the books, I think if I changed it now, it really wouldn't work, so, lets just say that for the sake of this story Saruman started to go dark when he got the Palantir….Because as I said the story wouldn't work anyways, and I'm sorry for those of you who hate people who change the books to fit there needs, but according to the movies, you really can't tell, and when I started writing this, that was what I was going by…

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or LOTR by any means, blah, blah, blah.

Chapter 1: The Stranger

Harry woke with a start, now that was a weird dream. It seemed as if they were talking about him…but it just seemed so…I don't know…so unreal. Probably just an ordinary dream, I mean Harry had just lost his Godfather and was in a pretty bad mood. It was probably just his subconscious trying to get his mind off of Sirius. 'Yeah, that's it' thought Harry to himself as he dismissed the thought and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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"BOY, GET DOWN HERE NOW!" shouted Harry's Aunt Petunia waking him with a jump. He'd forgotten the dream by now anyways, so without another thought, he jumped out of bed and ran all the way down stairs. Yesterday they'd made him mow the lawn, and do a number of pointless tasks until he was so exhausted. (Those tasks included writing to the order while hovering over his shoulder to make sure he only wrote good things about them.) So he'd fallen asleep with his clothes on. Dudley was still taking the, rather pointless, diet as he was also still sneaking food and junk food when he wasn't with his parents. Harry unfortunately didn't have that option, so he got a piece of bread and a half full glass of water. Cringing a little at the bad taste, he ate it, knowing that it was probably the only edible substance until lunch that he was going to have. "Harry, when you're done, I'd 'like' you go outside and paint the fence. Now move!" shouted Petunia and Vernon whom had spoken at the exact same time.

Now, normally Harry wouldn't have minded so much, but first you have to realize that it was the middle of August, and extremely hot out. People were advised to not do anything strenuous outside without a good deal of water in them, or at least a cooling spell if you happened to be a wizard. However, seeing as Harry wasn't yet allowed to do magic outside of school, and he wasn't exactly in a life or death situation, he was pretty much on his own with this one. As it was, arguing with his relatives wasn't the best thing to do as he'd just get into even more trouble, and get more work. So you'd probably be surprised (maybe not…) that Harry went out just grumbling a little bit about how hot it was.

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Harry was still painting the big fence when he suddenly got slightly dizzy, so he did what any normal person would do; sit down. Later, after he had finished painting the outside parts of the fence, his aunt hollered out "BOY, YOU'D BETTER HAVE PAINTED THE INSIDE PART OF THAT DAMM FENCE BY THE TIME YOUR UNCLE COMES BACK FROM WORK!" He sighed, as he was about to collapse from the heat, and lock of water, he looked longingly at the door to the house. All of a sudden his scar started to throb with pain. He looked around worriedly for any Death Eaters, but when he didn't see any, he concentrated on what Voldemort was feeling; happiness, and knew that it couldn't be good for the light side. With a sigh he went inside to get to the house and stumbled into the bathroom to grab two aspirin seeing as that was the only thing he could find that might help with the pain. As he walked back outside he started to mumble to himself "stupid hot day! Bloody stupid bloody annoying fence, why did my scar have to start hurting now, and where are the bloody stupid order when you need them anyways, didn't they promise to check up on me! I mean the summer's almost over!" and went on and on about how stupid the order was, and how it was almost the end of August. Though, after ranting for a bit, he did seem to calm down a bit, and so he started to paint again.

Just when he turned around to dip the brush into the paint can (that was right behind him) a blinding silvery light appeared in front of him. When his vision cleared, he saw an old man standing in front of him whom appeared to be older than even Albus Dumbledore! Though, he did look kind of like Professor Snape…what with the black cloths and all... and his appearance in general looked like Snape's. The silence was suddenly broken, and Harry was broken out of his trance like state as he fumbled for his wand. While Harry fumbled around for his wand, the Snape look alike went slowly towards him, saying "Come now Harry, we shall take a little trip though time hmm…" and placed one hand on the top gem in his staff, and the other on Harry's shoulder. In a flash of bright silver light, they were gone from number 4 Private Drive, and, as soon as the stranger had made that flash of light Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived was suddenly enveloped in darkness.

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End of Chapter

A/N: Well, that's it for now… I hopped you liked it, and read the IMPORTAINT message at the top about why I even have Saruman in this.

Harry: hm…aren't you forgetting something?

Me: like what?

Harry: Oh you know, maybe actually acknowledging the beta whom corrected this. Or maybe even the people whom reviewed the last chapter.

Me: oh right, and thanks to my beta Tetsurga, and thanks to the two reviewers Velox Argentum and JuMiKu who actually reviewed! I hope you people who are reading this now though review and tell me if you like it or if you think I should stop…because then I wont bother typing up the next chapter…so pretty much, I want your opinion…though, if even one person wants me to continue, then I'll probably continue anyways…