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I do not own Harry Potter or Lord of The Rings.

Summary:

After the death of his loved ones, Harry searched for a spell that would bring him peace, but the spell he found only brought the opposite. Sending him to a different world where there was another war which he never wanted to be part of.

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Chapter.04


"Can we trust him?" Sam whispered to Frodo as they walked through field. Sam eyed the ranger walking up ahead who'd introduced himself as Aragorn.

"How do we know he is a friend?"

Frodo stared at the back of the said man for a bit, and then whispered back to his companion.

"We have no choice but to trust him."

Although Sam was unhappy with the answer, he stayed quiet and continued to watch the man vigilantly. Pippin and Merry, listening as they walked closely behind the two, gave a nervous look to each other, and silently followed.

Aragorn, who was pretending to be unaware of the quite audible conversation, glanced behind him. Sam was glaring at him with distrust clearly visible on his chubby face while the rest of the hobbits flushed with anxiety.

'This is going to be a long journey,' Aragorn mentally sighed.

"I do not believe he is our enemy." He heard the child whisper softly. The soft voice made him turn to see the child. Harry leaned in towards the hobbits, his face still covered by his hood.

'Something about that child… he's somehow familiar, but what?' he mused as he lead his horse by the reigns over the harsh terrain with ease.

"What makes you think so?" Frodo asked, engrossed in the whispered conversation, unaware that Aragorn could hear them. Harry's eyes flickered from the tall man and back.

"I just know."

Aragorn frowned at the simple words. 'How could anyone trust someone they just have met, not to mention when they are in danger?' He glanced back yet again, to determine the reaction of the group. The hobbits seemed to ponder this, and then nodded, their tension disappearing.

'The hobbits seem to trust him though…' Aragorn thought, frowning deeper.

With the tension gone, Merry and Pippin relaxed enough that they started to complain about food, and how important it was for hobbits to eat. Their complaints compelled Aragorn to toss each of them an apple during their travel.

"There," Aragorn said, pointing at ruined stones on top a rocky mountain.

"This was the great watchtower of Amon Sul...we shall rest here tonight."

The group traveled up the mountain and settled down near the top, on the outer curve of the tower. The hobbits unpacked their belongings while Harry gazed at the disappearing sunset. The bright orange sky lit by the sun slowly becoming dimmer as the night pushed the light away.

After settling his horse in a comfortable and safe place, Aragorn climbed up the mountain, carrying a lump of fabric, and kneeled down near the group.

"Here, these are for you, keep them close," Unwrapping the fabric, he revealed five sets of short swords. He handed one to each of them, except Harry.

"…You going to give me one or not?" Harry asked. He crossed his arms and challenged the older man with his eyes. Aragorn met his gaze unflinchingly. Silence surrounded the group as the hobbits watched the two individuals with unease.

Not liking the situation Frodo opened his mouth, attempting to somehow lighten the mood. He was stopped by his three friends, who placed hands on his shoulders, each shaking their heads in a negative gesture.

After some time, Aragorn gradually lifted the metal sword towards Harry, the challenge not faltering. Instead of letting go of the sword when Harry grabbed it, he gripped it tighter.

"Only draw it when need be, child. Understood?" he said in a stern voice.

Angered by being treated as a child again, Harry glared and tightened his hold on the sword, jerking. He leaned in close enough for the older man to see clearly into his bright green eyes.

"Either give it to me or don't." Harry hissed.

Surprised by the child's actions, Aragorn's grip momentarily loosened, allowing Harry to take the sword from his hand. Harry pulled back and walked away, sword in hand. Snapping out of his daze, Aragorn shook his head and fixed his eyes on Harry. 'It is like he is not a child at all…'

Sighing, Aragorn collected his materials and stood; deciding to think the matter over later in Rivendell, when they were out of danger.

"Stay here, I am going to check the area." He said before disappearing into the darkness.


For a few seconds none moved, thinking about what they should do, until Pippin's stomach growled. The three hobbits grinned towards Pippin who complained, "This is the reason Hobbits need to eat full meals." Merry smacked him playfully across the head as he asked Pippin to help him unpack some food. Instead of helping, Frodo walked towards where Harry was.

"That ring you carry. Where did you get it?" Harry asked without taking his gaze off the fading sun.

"…From my uncle. He got it during his adventure with Gandalf, long ago," Frodo sighed as he sat, bringing his legs together and hugging them to his chest.

"About that wizard named Gandalf. Can you tell me about him?" Harry had been wondering about this ever since Aragorn had labeled the unknown man as such, back at the Inn of the Prancing Pony. 'Perhaps he can tell me what has happened to me.'

"Gandalf is a great wizard and a great friend." Frodo said, resting his head on his knee. He had never thought that things would turn out like this, running for his life with his three friends, and Gandalf mysteriously gone.

"Are there others, wizards other than him?" Harry asked his attention now on the hobbit.

"Yes, but there are only a handful of them. And it is unknown if some of them are still even alive. I only know of two for sure." The ring bearer closed his eyes thinking back to the peaceful times in the Shire.

"Two…" Harry whispered.

Frodo was beginning to fall asleep, dreaming of his uncle and Gandalf back at the Shire, but was awoken by a small rustle.

"Did you hear that?" he asked, startled.

"Yeah. Stay here."

Frodo stayed and watched Harry silently walk towards the curve of the rock wall where the sound came from. Harry gripped his hand on his sword, ready to fight, slowly leaning his body to the curve, and stopped.

"Aaah…"

"What is it?" Frodo asked nervously.

Harry loosened his grip on the sword and scratched his head as if he was thinking of what to say.

"It's okay. It's nothing," he finally said.

"Harry?" the hobbit asked confused.

"I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Frodo asked, getting up to follow. Harry motioned for him to stay.

"I'm just going to look a little. Be right back." And Harry disappeared around the turn. Not wanting Harry to go alone, Fordo hurried after him.

"Wait! I'll go with you…?" His voice trailed off when he turned the curve and saw no-one in sight.

"."

The hobbit jumped and turned at the sudden call of his name from behind. Sam was standing with two trays of food.

"I brought some food."

Frodo blinked, staring at his friend.

"Food?"

"Yes, potatoes, beacon, and bread." Sam nodded, offering the food and looking behind Frodo to where Harry left. "Where's Harry gone off to?"

Frodo blinked again.

"Bacon?" and looked at where his cousins were. They were sitting in front of a fire camp and enjoying their hot meals.

"Mm~! Just taste this bacon!" Pippin hummed, as he savored the hot pork.

Horrified at the scene, Frodo ran to them shouting. "You fools! Put it out quick!" and started to stomp on the fire to extinguish it.

"Hey! My potatoes! That's just great." Pippin yelled looking at his smashed potato in the dead fire.

"What did you do that for?" Merry asked, not happy that their warm fire and food had disappeared. Frodo still in a panic, was about to explain the danger they had put them in, when he heard the sound he was hoping not to hear; the ear piercing shriek of the dark riders.

"Oh no." His eyes widened and ran to the edge looking down.

At the bottom, four dark riders glided eerily through the mist, like ghosts. Frodo turned to face his horrified friends.

"Run!"

They hurriedly packed and climbed to where they had last seen Aragorn.

"Not this again!" Pippin cried, as he climbed the rock. Once on the top of the watchtower, they ran straight across, trying to exit down the other side. They abruptly stopped at the sight of the dark rider emerging from the other side. They turned back, but another one had already appeared. They looked around frantically for an escape route. However, they were surrounded and the dark riders were starting to close in. The black rider that was nearest to Frodo reached its long armored hand out to grab him, but Sam drew his sword and pushed Frodo behind him.

"Back you devils!" he cried, his voice shaky, but strong and loud. The Rider shrieked and backhanded him, and Sam flew to the left. In an effort to replace Sam, Pippin and Merry stood in front of Frodo, their swords drawn, but hanging uselessly in their terror. The rider threw its arms out and pushed them aside like they were curtains, flinging them out of its way. Frodo drew his sword in trembling hands.

"Stay back!" he cried and backed away in fear. After a few step backwards, he tripped on a rock and fell on his back, dropping his sword with a clatter. The black riders drew their swords and out of pure fear, Frodo shut his eyes and thrust the ring on, hoping the invisibility would protect him. When he squinted his eyes open, he saw four ghost like humans standing around him, all in white.

"What?" he asked in a baffled voice. Suddenly, the hobbit felt a pull from the ring. He watched in shock and horror as his ringed hand lifted up revealing the ring. The ghost-like creature reached its bony hand out for the ring, but Frodo yanked his hand away from its grasp.

"No!"

The Ghost screeched in anger and drew its sword back, before stabbing him through his left shoulder.

"Ahhhhhh!" Frodo cried in pain.

Then out of darkness, Aragorn appeared, attacking with both torch and long sword, forcing the ghosts away from him. It felt as if everything was moving slowing to Frodo as Aragorn alternated between burning the ghosts and exchanging sword blows. Hurriedly he took his ring off so he could be seen. Immediately, he felt the pain in his shoulder erupt into more agony and cried out once more.

"Frodo!" Sam rushed towards the prone hobbit, able to see him once again. He held Frodo within his arms, looking at the bleeding wound, before Frodo passed out from the pain.

"What's wrong with him?" Pippin kneeled down next to him, face full of concern for his cousin who had stopped screaming in pain and was now twitching, his eyes darting about madly.

"His eyes!" Merry cried shocked at seeing Frodo's eyes turning icy blue and his skin begin to pale.

"He has been stabbed by a Morgul blade." Aragorn's voice proclaimed. The Dark riders were gone and the only evidence they had ever been there was the sweat on Aragorn's forehead and the wound in Frodo's flesh. Aragon took Frodo from Sam and examined the wound.

"This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine and fast." He rose, carrying the hobbit to where his horse was. The rest followed him, in their haste and fear, forgetting about Harry.


After taking hold of the sword from Aragorn, Harry walked to the edge of the cave and sat, thinking back to the Inn.

'What was that…that thing back at the Inn? It felt evil and wrong.'

As Frodo came and joined him at the edge, Harry decided to ask where he had received that ring. More importantly, he asked Harry about Wizards, if there were more of them, hoping one of them could help him. At the same time he was worried that they might recognize him.

"Two…" he whispered at the hobbits answer, and returned to pondering, looking far out into the night.

'No matter where I am, there are so many questions and no answers.' He sighed.

A rustle came from the bushes nearby.

"Did you hear that?" Frodo questioned, immediately alert. Harry, with his acute hearing, had heard and knew where it came from.

"Yeah. Stay here," He stood, hands on his new sword. He stepped lightly towards where he had heard the sound, ready to strike. He stopped when he saw Nora sitting there, her scaly tail softly swinging with an impatient air.

"Aaah…" he let out.

"What is it?" The hobbit asked nervously. Harry scratched his head like he used to when he was a child, stuck on one of the many questions of Professor Snape or when he knew the answer but couldn't remember it.

'What to do?' He quickly thought for a good lie.

"It's okay. It's nothing" 'Wow, some good lie.' He mentally slapped himself.

"Harry?" the hobbit asked, confused.

"I'll be right back." Harry said, quickly moving forward to avoid further conversation, and prevent himself from saying something unintelligent again.

"Where are you going?" Frodo asked getting up.

"I'm just going to look a little. Be right back." Without turning back, Harry disappeared from Frodo's view and swiftly climbed onto Nora's back. Nora immediately jumped off the cliff and spread her wings, flying away. Soon after the take off, Fawkes arrived and flew beside them, chirping happily at Harry.

"Sorry. I forgot about you two." He apologized shyly. The dragoon snorted as she flew lower for a landing.

"You don't happen to know a way back home do you?" Harry asked Nora. She landed with a soft thud and shook her head after a few moment of thought.

"And I thought your knowledge in magic was supposed to be supreme." The wizard snorted, mocking her. Fuming, with a huff, the dragon stood on her hind legs making Harry fall backwards and hit his head. He yipped.

"That really hurt!" He yelled sitting up and rubbing his sore head. He stopped, hearing her growl. Harry got to his feet, his right hand on his wand and his other on his sword in a fight stance.

"What's wrong?" He looked around, eyeing Nora. Then he felt the cold chilling shadows of the dark riders, and immediately after, he heard their horrible cry.

Harry snapped his head towards the shriek, and where his hobbit friends were. He saw a faint smoke rising, like a fire has just been extinguished.

"Nora!" He called, and ran towards the ruined tower. Readying himself to grab onto the dragon as she flew closer to him. When she was over his head and her legs were dangling just in reach of his hands, he heard Frodo's painful scream pierce his head.

"Ahhhhhh!" Harry clutched his head stumbling forwards. Fawkes was the first at his side, cooing worriedly. Harry tried to stand up while Nora flew back towards them. Then he felt a strong pull of some sort, as if luring him to give in. He was puzzled, until it hit him.

"That bloody ring!" Harry cursed hatefully. He opened his mouth to ask Nora for help, but he doubled over at the sharp pain in his left shoulder. His head throbbed and his entire body felt numb. He decided enough was enough and let his magic loose. His magic, a dark sea green color, encircled him, taking his pain away. He sighed and thought about letting his magic protect him until he got to Frodo. Then he heard a voice he thought he would never hear again.

"Harry."

"Ginny?" Harry choked and then fell unconscious.


A/N:Thank you always to my beta readers and my reviewers.