Oi! Man, here's some advice for other HP writers, never watch A Very Potter Musical when you're trying to type a fanfiction ;D Or play Farm Town when you have a weekly deadline.

In answer to Guests' review: He isn't in the castle, he's at Grimmauld place.

And in answer to Sblck's review: I don't aim for the chapters to be so short, they are actually several pages long, Fanfiction sort of crunches them up.

Alright! Last weeks QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER! If you could have any weapon from the LOTR world, what would it be?

Well, seventeen people answered the question, but some of you guys named more than one weapon! So I couldn't exactly pick the best one.

Bow: 11 out of 28

Knives: 4 out of 28

Staff: 3 out of 28 really?

Sword: 10 out of 28

So bows won out! I wasn't exactly surprised by that.

I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.


In Grimmauld place, Sirius, Remus, Dumbledore and and the rest of the Order stood around Harry's bed. Harry laid, resting peacefully, on the bed, he hadn't woken up at all since he had been struck down mysteriously in Hogwarts.

He was still wounded and suffering from grevious wounds, but the peaceful countence he had, there was no pain shooting through the boy's body.

"Have you found out anything about what caused it Albus?" asked Moody looking down at the young man. His hand tensing on the staff that he had in his hand.

"Not exactly; due to some exetensive reasearch and quite a few owls sent to the correct people, I've learned that other wizards and witches in history have had something like this similar happen to them." said Dumbledore, his face pale. He could tear his gaze away from the face of the young man.

"How did people wake them up?" asked Remus. "Is there a cure?"

"And a way to stop the bleeding?" said Sirius, gently pouring a red potion down Harry's throat, being careful not drown the unfortunate lad.

Dumbledore looked towards the wall, his eyes misting. "No. They never found a way to wake them up. People just...decided...to put them out of their misery..." his voice breaking.

"What kind of people would do that?" said Tonks fretfully.

"They were Ministry officials." said Dumbledore. "They made the commanding decision, sometimes against the family's wishes."

"Why would they? It's not their place!" said Emmeline Vance who was also in the room.

"We do not know why they did it, but they did. And some how, Umbridge found out that Potter's fallen prey to the same thing." said McGonagall standing behind Dumbledore. "How I am unsure, she was never in the Hospital Wing, Severus never mentioned it and no students other than the Weasleys and Granger know about him being this way."

"She wouldn't! She wouldn't tell anyone!" said Tonks.

"Yes, she would, if it were to discredit Potter, or to get him sent away." said McGonagall bitterly.

"And killing him is the most efficient way of silencing him." said Moody darkly.

Sirius looked over to Remus, his eyes wide with fear for his grandson. "You know, now I'm not so sure you aren't right about her."

"I knew she was behind it." muttered Remus.

"Unfortunately, we have no proof, but we are keeping an eye on her. Till she stumbles and makes a mistake, we can do nothing. But I have left strict orders that any detention with her is to be monitored by at least one of the ghosts, or an invisible house-elf." said Dumbledore.

"He's safe here though, right?" asked Sirius, now holding Harry close to his chest, rocking him gently.

"Yes, no one can get in here." said Dumbledore with a smile. "Harry's safe."

"But how can we...how will we wake him up?" asked Remus frantically.

"I don't know, but I'm not going to give up." said Dumbledore. "Also, I need to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley."

"Why?" asked Sirius hotly. "I'm taking care of him!"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to send you away from his side, but I just need to talk to them, they need to remove their children Hogwarts." said Dumbledore.

"What? Why?" asked several of the Order members.

"With Umbridge knowing what had transpired with Harry, she could use certain means to finding Harry." said Dumbledore.

"You mean torture?" said Kingsley.

"Wouldn't put it past that old hag." said Moody. "Let's get the kids out of there now, and then ask the Weasleys to remove them later."

"That's a good idea, Albus." said McGonagall. "I'll go and fetch the children." she hurried out of the room.

"Wow, it's not often she agrees with you Moody." said Remus.

"Took me by surprise." said Moody.

"What's wrong Kingsley?" asked Tonks. Kingsley was silent and was staring down at the youth with a questioning look.

"If Harry's been asleep for so long, how come he's not losing any weight?" asked Kingsley staring intently at the unconcious figure. "And how is he developing muscle tone?"

"You're right!" said Tonks, "he looks like he's getting stronger, and he's getting just a bit taller, since I've last seen him!"

"Yeah, I noticed that too, but he's still asleep, I'm more worried about him not waking up." said Sirius.


McGonagall hurried back to the castle and went straight to the Teacher's Lounge. In there was Snape, Sprout, Flitwick and Hagrid all enjoying a piping hot mug of tea and talking. Hagrid was telling Flitwick about some help he needed with some of the hedges that seemed to have developed a desire to move about the grounds and confuse some of the younger students. Snape was trying to bargain with Sprout for some of her more rare herbs to make a new potion he was developing.

Thankfully, Umbridge was nowhere in sight.

"Oh, Minerva! How is Potter?" asked Flitwick.

"The same, but we need to get the Weasley children out of here." said McGonagall quickly.

"Why, what is wrong?" asked Sprout in shock.

"It's Dolores, Albus thinks she may interrogate them to find Potter." said McGonagall.

"Why would she care?" asked Snape.

McGonagall told the other teachers what Dumbledore had discovered and the suspicions. That straightened up the other teachers quickly.

"Well, the twins are serving a detention with Madam Hooch, polishing the broom handles. They decided to set off fireworks in one of the boy's bathroom, Smith still has a burn on his...well...rear..." said Professor Sprout.

"Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley would most likely be found in the library, they've been in there since the attack. They've been trying to find a way to wake Mr. Potter up." said Professor Flitwick sadly. "I've been trying to assist them in any way I could."

"Ginny is the dorms." said Hagrid, "Me and her were talkin earlier and I escoted her up here."

"I'll go and gext Miss Weasley, Filius would you go and get Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley, Pomona?" said McGonagall.

"I'll go and get the twins from Madam Hooch, she'll understand, she's very fond of Potter." said Professor Sprout.

"Good, Severus, Albus would like you to make more blood replenishing potions." said McGonagall, hesitantly Snape nodded.

"What about me?" asked Hagrid.

"Do you have any more of those tail hairs from the unicorns? We could use those to try and heal Harry's primary wounds by putting them in the bandages." said McGonagall. "Also, have we gotten back on friendly terms with the centaurs? Their healing potions and herbs wouldn't hurt."

"Sorry, Professor, but Umbridge and the Minister ain't helping matters by insultin' them every chance they get." said Hagrid sadly.

"Well, once all this clears up then we can finally make amends with the centaurs. But right now, we need to get Potter back to the way he was." said McGonagall.

Hermione and Ron were working tirelessly in the library, trying to find some way to wake Harry up.

"Damn! There's nothing! We've been looking in these books for days, and there's nothing!" said Ron slamming a book shut.

"We can't give up, Ron! We need Harry back!" said Hermione, her eyes bloodshot from crying and lack of sleep.

"I know, but...what can we do, if Dumbledore hasn't been able to find anything out?" said Ron.

"Don't you remember second year? He didn't know about the location of the Chamber of Secrets and yet we found out." said Hermione.

"That's different, he was there the last time it was opened. But we don't have a single stinking clue what to do!" said Ron hotly.

"Miss Granger! Mr. Weasley! Where are you?" came the squeaky voice of Professor Flitwick

"Over here sir." said Ron.

"Come along quickly." said the Charms Professor in a hurried whisper. "We need to get you and the other Weasley's out of here."

"Why what's wrong?" asked Ron putting the book down on a passing rolling trolley enchanted to put the books away automatically.

"No time to explain, I've been dodging Umbridge all the way here. She must have some notion that we are here to fetch you, here, we must use the secret passage. It's best to avoid her at all costs." said Professor Flitwick. He hurried over to the architectural section and pressed a small knothole on the bookshelf. Then the entire shelf swung forward revealing a spiral staircase beneath it.

"Come along quickly!." said Professor Flitwick.

"I've never known this secret passage way before!" said Hermione.

"We teachers have our own secrets Miss Granger." said Proffessor Flitwick with a smile. "But quickly there is no time to lose! I will escort you to the Headmaster's office."

"Wait! Harry's things!" said Hermione. "If she tries to go through them..."

"We've already sent them on ahead." said Professor Flitwick, "All that remains is getting you children out of here for your safety. Now come along!"

In no time, and through several different secret passageways they never knew existed, they found themselves up in Dumbledore's office. Fred, Ginny and George were already waiting for them.

McGonagall was just putting the finishing touches on a portkey. "Alright, gather around. We need to get you out of here as soon as possible." said Professor McGonagall.

"Why? What's the hurry?" asked Ron.

"It's Umbridge, we think she may want to interrogate you to find out where Potter's at." said Professor Sprout.

"But, why would she care?" asked Fred.

"Best tell you later, come along now." said Professor McGonagall, "take ahold of this book and get going. It's for your safety."

"Are we going to where Harry is?" asked Ginny.

"That's right." said McGonagall trying to beckon them forward, then Professor Flitwick gave a loud squeak.

"She's coming!" said Professor Flitwick worriedly.

"NO MORE DAWDLING!" came Dumbledore's uncharacteristically thunderous voice bouncing off the walls of the room, he wasn't present, but he was still no less in charge of the school. "Take the portkey!"

In a whirl of color, they were gone.

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Harry, Strider and the hobbits made their way, as quickly as they could to Rivendell, but it was getting to be a bit of a hassle. Frodo kept feeling colder and colder and they had to wrap Frodo up in everything they had. That is, until Harry figured out what small purple stone did.

He spoke to Strider quietly one night as they both tended to Frodo: "I found another stone."

"Really?" said Strider as he looked down at it. "Does this one do something?"

"It seems to be able to control the weather, at least lightning anyhow." said Harry.

Then Frodo groaned slightly and gasped. They turned towards him and wiped his brow and placed some ethelas on the injury and rewrapped the grievious wound.

"He's still getting colder, and we have no more blankets." said Strider.

"Let me try something." said Harry giving the purple stone a little squeeze. Suddenly, the night went from being cool to become pleasently warm. Strider stood up and backed away in shock, then he stopped.

"It's warmer all of a sudden." said Strider looking around quickly.

"Yeah, I sort of raised the temperature a little bit. Don't know if it will help him." said Harry sponging Frodo's head.

Strider looked at the stone in Harry's hand warily. "You seem to be depending a lot on those stones. You need to rely on your own strength and wisdom, not magic. Even Gandalf doesn't use magic unless he absolutely has too."

"But why not use them?" said Harry slightly irritated, hadn't the stones helped him, and hobbits? Back home, they used wits and magic to do their work, physical strength...well...no one really used that; unless you count being able to withstand torture.

"In some situations, you won't be able to have time to use the stones, your first instinct should be to defend yourself, get to secure enough place, then you can use magic." said Strider.

"Don't see you being able to use magic..." muttered Harry darkly.

"Use them to find out the extent of their powers, but only use them in the direst of emergencies." said Strider wisely, choosing to ignore the impertinent mumbling of the young man.

Harry crossed his arms and snarled, but then he sighed. "Fine."

"You won't regret it, Harry." said Strider carefully. "And you will find your fighting skills become even more improved, by not using those."

"But the situation we're in is an emergency though." said Harry.

Strider thought quickly. "This is true, so until we get to Rivendell you can use the stones. But afterward, use them sparingly."

"Fine." said Harry turning his head away.

Strider smiled. "Trust me, its for the best, you'll find that magic cannot solve all problems, it helps yes, but in the end, its your wit that may change the fate of many."


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THE QUESTION OF THE WEEK! In the Lord of the Rings films, what was your favorite part?

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