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Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling
Lord of the Rings is owned by J.R.R. Tolkein
Chapter 1: Death & Homecoming
Sauron, Dark Lord of Middle-Earth screams in agony as his connection to the One Ring is broken. He can feel his spirit fading away, a result of him pouring so much power into the Ring. In his final moments, he achieves a sense of clarity, one previously unknown to him. He lost; all his plans have fallen apart for one reason: arrogance. He underestimated his enemies, believed that they were no threat to him and his conquest, and that is why he failed. He can't stop himself from chuckling at the irony of the situation, even as his tower of Barad-Dur collapses around him. He lets out one final scream of anguish as he completely fades from existence.
Middle-Earth was free.
He was not expecting to regain awareness and sensation. His body is long gone, but his spirit, his essence seems to still retain its existence. His gaze peruses his surroundings, it appears that he has travelled to a place that he has no memory of. Wherever he is, it is not anywhere he has ever been in all of the countless years of his existence. He looks up, only to see an endless expanse of darkness with stars being the only source of illumination. Returning his gaze to his immediate existence, he can barely make out what appears to be large chunks of stone jutting out of the endless blackness.
"Welcome home, my son."
Sauron feels all the warmth in his being drain away, at that familiar voice. His gaze travels upwards to the colossal throne, and the titanic being seated upon it. The being is covered in obsidian colored armor, with a fiery crown adorning his head. The being's glowing, green eyes bore straight through Sauron and for the first time in his life, he experiences a feeling that is foreign to him: fear. He bows his head in submission to his master, his mentor and the closest thing to a father that he ever had.
Morgoth, the first Dark Lord of Middle-Earth.
"Master."
"I have been waiting for you for a long time, my son." "You failed Sauron…you failed to conquer Middle-Earth."
"I tried master…I tried."
"I know you did my son…I know."
Sauron raises his head to his master, "Master, together we could…"
"No, my son." "Your destiny lies elsewhere."
"Master?"
Morgoth laughs, "Do you think I am blind my son?" "Do you think I did not see?"
Sauron's eyes widen, "You knew?"
"Of course, I did." "From the moment we met I gazed into your soul and I saw what it was that you truly wanted." "I saw your rage and your desire for revenge against the people who betrayed you." "Now…in return for your loyal service to me, I am going to give you what you want."
Morgoth lifts his hand and gathers energy from the darkness, creating a swirling vortex. Sauron's eyes widen in shock and disbelief.
"Master, I…"
"Go now, my son." "Your destiny awaits."
Sauron bows to his master one last time, "Farewell, master, I will make you proud." He jumps into the portal and as it closes, he hears his master's final words.
"You already have, my son…you already have."
As the portal closes, Morgoth begins to chuckle, which soon turns into maniacal laughter.
"Sauron, my loyal servant." "You have proven yourself time and time again." "However, I cannot let you have Middle-Earth, for it is mine and mine alone to conquer." "For someday, I shall be free from this miserable prison." "And when that day comes, the world will burn."
England, in another world.
A bottle of Firewhiskey is thrown against the wall, as Sirius Black wallows in despair and self-pity. "Why?" He asks himself. "When did everything go to shit?" After Lord Voldemort tried to kill the Potter Family, Dumbledore convinced James and Lily that their son Charles was the boy who lived and that Harry should go to the Dursleys for "safekeeping." He tried to convince them not to, but they chose to believe whatever bullshit clambered out of Dumbledore's mouth. Since that day, Sirius began to distance himself from the Potters and Dumbledore. It only got worse when Harry never replied to his Hogwarts letter for his first year.
They went to check on Harry, only to discover that Harry never made it to the Dursleys. In that moment, whatever sense of friendship he felt for the Potters died. His pup, his godson was gone, most likely dead and it was his own parents' fault. Sirius made the decision to cut all ties with the Potters and locked himself away in Grimmauld Place #12. Now, here he sits, drowning himself in whiskey and women. Sirius stumbles to his feet, in order to put himself to bed, but is thrown back as an enormous column of flame erupts from his living room floor.
Sirius shields his face from the sheer brightness and heat of the flames. As the flames die down, his eyes widen in shock. Where the flames were, now sits, what appears to be, a large throne. But the throne in question is not what has drawn his attention. Rather, it is the individual that sits on the throne. For, sitting on the throne, is a young man with raven hair. He is unconscious, and restrained to the throne, with large, heavy chains. Sirius recognizes him immediately, he may be older than he is supposed to be, but the hair and facial structure is unmistakable.
"Harry…?"
End of Chapter 1.