Harry Potter/ Lord of the Rings
Chapter 4: Wanded Magiks
Disclaimer: 我沒有自己的哈利波特,指環王,或龍的保持。這裡唯一的事情,是我是面目全非的情節。
Wǒ méiyǒu zìjǐ de hā lì bō tè, zhǐhuán wáng, huò lóng de bǎochí. Zhèlǐ wéiyī de shìqíng, shì wǒ shì miànmùquánfēi de qíngjié.
I do not own Harry Potter, Lord of the rings, or Dragon's Keep. The only thing here that is mine is the unrecognizable plot.
Harry and Luna had heard a scream from inside and rushed back into the cave to check on their friends. Quickly passing the entrance they saw Neville ahead of them heading towards where the noise had come from.
Pass the hills of gold they came upon an odd sight. Draco was once again unclothed but clean and trying to cover himself with his soiled clothes nowhere in sight while Hermione was trying to wrestle down Ron while pulling at his sleeve and with the new height difference she was winning.
"What happened," demanded Neville as the first to come upon the sight.
"The weasel attacked me, Again. He also vanished my clothes somehow." Draco said while pulling down a tapestry from one of the piles to cover himself.
"Harry vanished the snow outside. Well not all of the snow, and not even a lot of it maybe about two feet of snow in a circle the diameter of five feet. He also vanished the yellow from the snow and from our clothes." Luna informed everyone.
Hermione had finally got Ron's sleeve up and it showed of a black tattoo. Everyone crowded around to see the writhing ink. It was a magical tattoo of a unicorn. It was done in a tribal style and all black except for one white tail hair. Like the dark mark it moved, stomping its hooves and tossing its mane.
Harry remembered the black marks under his sleeve and pulled it up. He also had a tribal tattoo except his was in the shape of Fawkes and again one of the tail feathers was brightly colored unlike the rest of the body. The phoenix would spread its wings and tilt back its head as if it was flying down his arm.
Harry was the first one to have a reaction. "It is my wand." As he said that he waved his arm over Hermione, Neville and Ron "Scourgify" and they were once again clean of refuse and dirt.
Upon his actions the others pulled up their sleeves and found similar tattoos. Draco and Neville also had unicorns, except that Neville's hair was located in the mane of the unicorn.
Hermione had a dragon on her arm with a red string colored directly over its heart.
Luna was once again the odd man, err... woman, um... girl out. Instead of some type of animal or magical beast Luna had an egg on her wand arm. It was a normal looking egg with a unique swirling pattern and instead of one piece colored in there were three small sections that looked to have broken off from the main shell and they were all different kinds of colors.
Once back in the egg room they checked on the eggs and settled into the nest once again. Before they could discuss becoming one with their wands they heard the dragon nearing the chamber.
A roaring crackling noise came from its throat as it entered the room holding a bundle of clothe in one claw. It laid out its bounty and they found it to be thick winter clothes lined with fur of some kind. Before they could wonder where the dragon had gotten them they spied a drying line still attached and had to smile.
As the dragon laid out the clothes a noise like a strangled trumpet accompanied each piece. The others looked to Harry for an explanation but he only had a blank look. The dragon was once again speaking in the crooning language from the day before that he only understood pieces of. It sounded as if the dragon was naming what the clothes were in its language.
After pointing out all the new clothes the dragon piled them into the nest and checked on the bitter syrup in the cauldron.
Looking through the clothes they all found something to wear and after getting dressed, with the only privacy being that they turned their backs, they looked over to the clanking noise to find the dragon had gathered the cauldron and some shallow stone bowls and brought it closer to them. Atara than pushed the bowls closer until they each grabbed one and then she pointed to the broth "Ruggthllioh". She said the strange word a few times before just looking at them.
Of course they were all cautious of what a dragon constituted as food, but it only seemed to be herbs and water and looking at the thick syrup they became hungry.
The drink was extremely bitter and strangely filling. Once it settled in their stomachs it became uncomfortably warm and too soon for them the cauldron was empty. It was like Firewhiskey in the guts but bitter and it didn't leave them feeling sloshed but full of angry energy.
It didn't surprise anyone that Ron and Draco were the first to start fighting, but usually Ron threw the first punch. Soon they were all a pile of flailing limbs and restless accusations. All the while their atara stood by watching.
It was half an hour later that they stopped and just laid out on the floor of the cave panting. The fire inside them had become bearable and there restless energy was spent in the brawl they had. Tired and bruised they didn't feel like moving.
Out the corner of their eyes they saw atara pushing the two remaining eggs towards their sprawled out bodies. Harry sat up and watched as atara moved the twigs, sand and clothe that made up their nest and uncovered five large stones. She rolled them over to the fire and switched out the red stones for the cold ones. She put the stones in the nest and covered them with the sand and twigs once again before moving the eggs and then them into the newly warm nest.
Hermione woke up having no idea when she had fallen asleep. Looking around she noticed everyone was still asleep and atara only looked up when she heard her move. Moving to the side of the nest where she had put the book down and pulled it from under the leftover clothe. Looking around once more she pulled up her sleeve and concentrated before moving her arm in the pattern to turn on the nighttime reading light she usually used. Once it was cast it lit up the entire cave and she had to quickly turn it off. She tried it once more before giving up with a sigh. If the nightlight was strong enough to light up the cave she feared that the lumos would blind her if she used it.
Giving it up she moved closer to the fire for light and waited for the others to wake up. As she began reading the book she learned how the Valar created Arda from Music of the Ainur or The Great Music and The Great Song. It was the time before light, lasting only one-thousand and forty-nine years.
As the others started to wake up atara left the room only to come back a few minutes later with five large fish. As they watched, atara blew fire over the fish until the outside was dark and crackling and the juice was running clear. She then split the fish in half and held out a piece to Neville but when he tried to grab it she pulled back and said, "Auruggullitthhh". She said it a few more times before Neville tried it himself.
"Aurug…," Neville growled out and it sounded as if he was retching. He tried again, "Ruggullit," and spittle dribbled down his chin. After another try he barked out the word and received the half of fish, that even cut in half stretched his arm span.
Atara turned to the next child and repeated her previous actions until all but Draco was left. The stubborn boy that he was he refused to speak in DragonTounge and he received no fish. When Hermione turned back to her book Draco was still refusing to eat.
It was an hour after sunset and the repeating of words in DragonTounge before they once again went to bed.
It was after two days of bitter broth and fighting that Draco finally gave in a choked out the words in DragonTounge. It had actually become fun for the others saying the many words they were learning, soon they might even be able to understand their atara without help from Harry who had taken to the new language quite well.
It was also two days later that they came up with a semi-plan to leave and find out where they were, at least until Hermione came to the part in her history book that described the end of The Years of Trees, where it described how the sun was made from the last fruit of Laurelin with the name Anar. The same names atara had called the sun.
The dragon now, their atara was bigger than any dragons recorded and she was an unknown species, from what she had gathered from Harry's talks with atara Soval Phare was the common language of the lands atara had traveled with Quenya and Khuzdul being used by the beings at the bottom of the mountains by the short brick breakers and the tall tree climbers (who they kind of smelled like as a species). Of course time-travel wasn't unheard of "cough" third year "cough" but she doubted they had traveled thousands of years into the past just because a book lead her to certain conclusions, not that she would tell them she doubted the book could you imagine the jokes they would make.
Hermione went to Harry first. She had him ask atara what year it was and they both received a shock. It was the 2963 of the Third Age as recorded by the Tilion the spirit of the moon and Arien the spirit of the sun. According to the book their time was in the Fourth Age some ways away, 59 years until the fourth age begins then another 1970 until any of them are born.
They brought the findings to the rest of the group and watched as their thrown together plans crashed.
"I don't think we're human any more either." Hermione said in a small voice.
When everyone but Harry and Luna looked at her incredulously she continued. "We have changed, our senses are better, the eye colors some of us have aren't normal, our skin glitters in the night and have you noticed the way we speak it feels like I'm singing all the time."
Everyone but Harry looked at her and couldn't dispute her evidence. In fact Harry had walked to the other side of the cave, which was vacant since atara had left after answering the question, clutching his arm opposite the tattoo. Hermione ignored him for now but she made note of it.
"If we aren't human then what are we, Veela?" Ron asked. "You're just being ridiculous Hermione a change like that would have caused great pain and left us laid out for days, not to mention the ritual to do it is so dangerous usually leaving only 1 out of every 20 people who do it alive."
Everyone turned to face Ron, it was rare that he knew such details and even then most of his knowledge was on qudditch and food. Blushing Ron looked away and mumbled the answer to their unspoken question. "When Bill started seeing Fleur a few days after the battle I got worried that she was ensnaring him then Ginny brought up how cute their kids would be and I got worried that the children they had wouldn't be healthy, you know being half human. I made a list of potions and spells for Bill and Fleur if they decided to stay together that would ensure the baby came out alright. In the same books there was a ritual on cross-species adoption that looked interesting."
"Back to the topic, no Ron I don't think we are veela. First off only females are veela and we all are glowing second veela didn't exist in the second age what with being a product of elves and humans that lost all properties elves had except their exceptional beauty, no in fact I think we are elves or as atara calls them tree-climbers." Hermione explained.
It was then that Draco exploded. "I am no filthy house elf!" Before he could work himself up Hermione interrupted.
"Not a house elf, but a High Elf or Faye. Immortal beings that were champions of war, councilors of humans and later tricksters." Once again Hermione made note of when Harry flinched at the word immortal.
"But didn't the Faye die out?" Neville asked.
"That's just it they didn't. In exchange for immortality their birth rates decreased and according to this book they went on to the Undying Lands, their first home cut off from this plane of existence in the future. And you are correct Ron a change like that would leave us in pain and out of it for a few days, just like when we arrived here in the past." Hermione told.
"And it's all thanks to Harry." Luna told them.
They looked from her to a guilty looking Harry and before Hermione could demand answers or Harry could apologize she continued. "The Master of Death is immortal, trapped between living and dead never to pass on until he could become what he owned. Connected together the six became the same forever living, only five could be struck down either in battle or by grief."
Disturbed by Luna's words they turned to Harry who showed them a second tattoo on his other wrist this one a simple symbol. The symbol of the Hallows, the sign of the Master of Death.
