I know that this is an extremely short chapter and I'm sorry. I've been rush rush rushing all the way to get prepared with Easter, and getting ready for the 100 mile drive down to where the rest of my family is. I'm so tired that it's not even funny.

Also, sorry I didn't get this chapter posted last week, actually, it was all the sites fault so...they apologized to the masses already...best let them off easy.

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


Harry stared at the blotch in the king's hand, that was inside him? And he was a horcrux? Since the king removed that nasty looking thing, did that make it so that he wasn't one anyone? What really was a horcrux...were there others...whose horcrux was he? Was he Voldemort or someone unknown to him that just picked him because he was the Boy Who Lived?

"Are you rested enough lad?" asked the King waving his hand and the blotch disappeared.

"Where did it go?" asked Harry.

"Someone where safe, now answer my question." said the King.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm rested." said Harry. He still felt tired, but strangely, he felt a bit lighter as if something were taken off his shoulders.

"Good, now come along, we'll get the pearl..." said the King as he helped Harry to his feet. "That'll be paramount to the cause, especially if we have to take on that Dark Lord of yours."

Harry straightened up and followed the king as they glided towards the city of Minas Tirith. There was a question that was bugging him, he couldn't remember if he had asked it before, but maybe he'd be able to sneak a little more out of the man.

"So, how am I supposed to keep a hold of the stones when I wake up?" asked Harry. "Or are you going to hold them for the duration?"

"Gandalf currently has the rest of the stones in his care, we will collect them while we get the pearl, and when you awaken, they will be next to you. The only stone you need to worry about is the onyx." said the King. "That one you'll have to get the moment you wake up, so you'll be able to escape."

"Where is the stone?" asked Harry.

"It's in the drawer beside the bed." said the King, "It shouldn't take you longer than a few minutes to find it."

Harry looked at the spirit floating in front of him. He still wasn't telling him everything, he wasn't being upfront about it all, these stones, and this world.

"Come lad, thinking about my lack of revelations is getting old...now come up here and think of fresh ideas!"

This king was going to drive him insane.


Anya sat back in the kingdom of Rohan, she had enough excitement to last her a lifetime and decided to hide out in the Golden Hall until the battle was over, well...Lord Eomer decided for her. The King, seeing how attached Merry was to her, promised that she could seek refuge there until the battle was over, no matter what the outcome, and with that, Eomer had a few of his men whisk her off to safety.

Lord Eomer was quite kind to her, he even gave the men orders to place her in the nicer rooms and to have new clothes made for her. She had to admit, sleeping in a bed and having new garments would be an absolute luxury, as well as some rest...she was still quite shaken up over the whole ordeal, and a pot of freshly made tea wouldn't be amiss.

She wanted to go home, but...the man seeking Harry...it worried her so much and she wanted to make sure that he was alright and that he was warned. Merry promised her that he would find him and tell him, but she still was uneasy.

What if the madman intercepted the message? Harry would be taken off guard...how would he survive? How was Harry going to beat this mad man? He had so much power, so much terrible power...how was Harry going to contest against it?

"Lady Anya?" asked one of the servant girls coming into her room.

Anya turned around quickly and saw the maid that seemed to be attached to her hip. She hardly left her side since she arrived waited on her hand and foot. She wasn't used to being called such a lofty title, she came from the same class as the girl waiting on her...she couldn't help it, it felt sort of nice, if not a little awkward. "Y-Yes?" stammered Anya.

"Lunch will be served momentarily, would you like to follow me?" asked the maid pleasantly. Anya stood up and followed her out of the room that was given to her. She stopped at a window facing east, she hoped Harry was alright and that he was safe. She was grateful that the king had her taken back to Rohan to further her escape from the man that hunted Harry.

She was shocked that they knew of the man! She didn't know that they knew them, she had been with him since Bree and they hadn't been in Rohan, they were too far north for them to be in the land of the horse-masters.

"My lady?" asked the maid.

"I'm coming." said Anya tearing her eyes away from the the window and heading to the dining hall.

The servants didn't say anything, but the rumors were already flying that Lord Eomer held an instant soft-spot in his heart for her. She was very lovely, and very soft spoken, her hair was as golden as Lady Eowyn's...they all had to admit she would fit right in with the royal family of Rohan.


Voldemort snarled as he watched the armies of Sauron pass underneath him as he sat on the side of the cliff. He had lost his horse, annoying beast as it was, and he had lost the girl. Now he had had to travel about the countryside on foot, or that was...until he realized he could levitate a cluster of spears and just stand on them. By standing on them, he manged to fly along the ground and travel at amazing speed.

This world just held so many surprises, and it seemed to relish him being here, he couldn't wait to make the people of this world bow to his will...

But, speed or not, he was unsure of where to go from this point. No doubt the girl would have made her way south to the city beside the Dark Lord Sauron's realm and warn them about his presence. He couldn't go to Mordor...he didn't have the right amount of power to take on this might...he'd have to collect more weapons...and what place better than a battlefield? He'd wait until the battle was over and collect the fallen steel weapons.

Then once he had an army of weapons behind him, he'd take on Mordor, with lifeless soldiers, he couldn't lose!

He looked at the orcs marching beneath him, they hadn't noticed him yet, and he wasn't about to alert them to his presence, he would bide his time, and allow the rest of this pathetic world enlarge his arsenal. He would wait, until this war was over, and then...whoever was the winner, he would face them.

He decided to stay up on the cliff, he didn't want to wear himself out traveling from one place to another. He would wait for the war to be over, and take on the survivors while they were weak and recovering.


Sirius, Strider, Gimli and Legolas sliced their way to the city of Minas Tirith. Sirius swung his sword like a madman, working furiously to get to the city, where he was sure Harry was. He dodged horses crashing through the ranks, with or without riders and trampled anyone that got in there way. The waves of specters that rolled over the enemy and their massive Oliphant mounts bombarded the city walls and pooled out of the sides, causing the great city to look like a ghostly green waterfall.

Sirius ran as fast as he could to the city doors, and stepped through their broken doors. He looked around, trying frantically to find his godson amongst the fleeing people.

"HARRY!" shouted Sirius. "HARRY! WHERE ARE YOU!"

He was so close, so close! He had to find him!

He climbed the spiraling heights of the city, he banged on the doors, shouting out his godson's name, but no one came to the door, he moved onto the next one and the next. No one came out to talk to him, his godson didn't come busting through the door and into his arms, he was quickly losing hope...was he too late?

He banged on another door and this time a gruff voice inside came to his ears after he called his godson's name.

"Eh? Harry did you say?"

Sirius froze. The door opened and an old man peered at him skeptically. "Who wants to know about the boy?"

"I do, where is he at?" asked Sirius quickly.

"And how do I know I can trust you?" said the man holding a large pitchfork in his hand ready to thrust it at the frantic looking man.

"I...please..." said Sirius panting. "I just want Harry to come home."

The man looked at him with a calculating gaze and then pointed down to the bottom tier. "Gandalf will tell you where he is."

Sirius turned and looked down in the direction he man pointed. "I just came from there." muttered Sirius. "Thank you!" he turned and ran back down.

The old man shook his head, he didn't feel like breaking the news to the man, he wasn't one of those that could break bad news softly, best leave that job to others. He could handle bread and cakes, but people...they were too complicated for his tastes...though he could understand the man, he missed the lad something awful as well.

He hoped the boy died painlessly.

Sirius ran as quickly as his legs and gravity could take him, now he had to look for this Gandalf person, he had forgotten to ask what this man looked like. Hopefully he could see someone that would take the time to stop running around screaming and point him out.

He got down to the main level and looked around, there was no one willing to stop and pause for even a moment. He saw one old man however, directing the soldiers to and fro, shouting that the spirits were not going to harm them, and to return to their posts. He wore long white robes and held in his hand a shimmering sword and had a walking stick in his other. This bloke was obviously was in charge, perhaps he would know where this Gandalf bloke was.

"Excuse me!" said Sirius loudly as he tried to make his way to the white dressed man.

The man turned and looked at him.

"Gandalf! Look out!" shouted one of the Rohirrim soldiers. Sirius and the old man turned and saw Eomer come out brandishing his sword.

"Hey!" shouted Sirius, he threw up his sword and deflected the blade, though it knocked him back. "What are you doing?"

"He's after the boy! He wants to kill him!" shouted Eomer continuing his assault on the dark haired man.

"What? I don't...you're crazy!" said Sirius ducking behind a pillar.

"Eomer!" shouted Aragorns voice. Sirius dodged another blow and held out his sword.

"Strider! He's lost his bloody mind!" said Sirius as he deflected another blow with his sword.

The old man dressed in white raised his staff with both hands and brought it down, causing the ground around the two fighters to shake and cause them to both to fall to their knees.

"That's enough." said Gandalf. "Now, what is going on?"

"He's after the boy! He's been hunting him!" said Eomer getting to his feet and raising his sword.

Legolas pulled back on his bow and pointed it towards Eomer's head. "That's enough."

"What's going on here?" said Gimli.

"He's..." said Eomer.

"I'm not trying to hurt him! I just want to bring him home! Go and get him! He'll tell you who I am, I would never harm a hair on his head, I would die before I even laid a hand on him!" said Sirius looking to the white haired man. This had to be Gandalf, from what Strider told him, he was a wizard and that was magic as he had never seen it before.

Though the man looked less than happy at the thought of getting Harry.

"What's wrong Gandalf...?" asked Strider looking at the worn face his old friend had.

"Harry...he was captured by Sauron." said Gandalf looking down at the ground, shame stretched across his face and his hand tightening around his staff.

Aragorn staggered. No...all their protective measures...and it all fell apart.


Harry floated in silence beside the king, as they mad their way slowly to Minas Tirith, but something attracted his gaze out of the corner of his eye.

"What's that?" asked Harry pointing.

The king looked over and saw what he was pointing at. "It seems to be a man, holding up there." said the King. "A foolish place to rest, the Mordor army walks just beneath there."

Harry peered over to the man's figure, there was something familiar about the man's face. He wafted over to where the man was, but when he got close enough, his hand went to his mouth to stifle his scream.

"Lad, what is it?" asked the king coming over quickly.

"It's...it's...Voldemort!" said Harry looking horrified up at the man peering around himself, keeping watch.


Once again, sorry for the shortness of the Chapter.

HAPPY EASTER!