A/N: This will not follow Cannon so you can expect somethings and events to either not be in the books or out of time frame. But will still flow and some aspects will be clarified later in the story. I do not own Harry Potter or the work of Tolkien.
This was not how it was meant to be. My whole life, I've known pain, suffering and heartbreak. 15 years of abuse and spurn was nothing compared in this single moment of having my last true family member, last memory of what could have been. Torn from me. As Sirius fades through the veil, every moment spent together, those rare moments of happiness flashes before his eyes. Suddenly ending as the last wisps of his body disappears.
A moment of foolish recklessness of which he's become too comfortable with. Ended in tragedy. A dream, no a vision of seeing Sirius laying on the floor of the DoM crying out in pain lead him to charge head on with his friends by my side, no plan, no backup. Straight into a trap that seems all the more obvious in this single moment of realisation. Its my fault. Why didn't I double check and call Moony?
Deranged laughter pulls him out of his trance only to glance around the room, catching glimpses of the bodies around him. Hermione, Luna and Neville pale and still. Its my fault. The others weak and bloodied. He finally looks up to the deranged witch, a maddening gleam in her eye as she gazes at him like a predator to prey.
The fighting around the room seams to halt. As he glares at her, eyes seeming to glow an eerie AK green, hair swirling around him as magic radiates from him. The shear power suffocates all those left standing, as one by one the blocks unknowingly placed upon him breaks free and a torrent of magic flows through his veins.
"I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black! Is Ickel Potter gonna cry!"
Her taunting voice barely reaches his ears as his hatred and anger focus its full force upon her as he raise his wand to face her with only one thought in his mind. Death.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Time seemed to slow as green light erupts from his wand and zooms towards her. The widening of her eyes and the tensing of her shoulders are the only give away to her surprise as the spell slams into her, throwing her across the room into a nearby pillar. The maddening glim in her eyes, dim to lifeless black as she slumps onto the floor.
Time seems to come back to its rhythm as he turns to face his friends and the order only to be met by the same surprise, sadness and disgust in each of their eyes before matching to blue eyes that had just only appeared in a flurry of purple robes. Swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat he turns and without a second glance he leaps into the veil. As his eyes begin to flash with a bright light, his guilt wells up with the last painful scream he hears before oblivion.
"CUB NOOO!"
With a jolt, Harry opens his eyes before closing them immediately against the assault of bright white light around him. What's going on? Am I dead? Where's mum, dad and Sirius! Slowly he opened his eyes to the space around him. Wait, I know this place... Where's the trains, the dirt and grim? It looks like Kings Cross but its pure white walls and floor are not what I remember of the station I have frequented.
Slowly getting up and groaning at the effort he's put his battle weary and bruised body through he looks around only to suddenly halt when he meets bright blue eyes that seemed to radiate unimaginable power, kindness and curiosity. His stature was that of a man, but his build seemed to thin in its width and grow in its height to stand at a impressive 7ft. His being that not of humanity seemed to be accented by the pointed ears and almost unnatural beauty. In his right hand he wielded a sceptre with the most beautiful sapphire he has ever seen imbedded within. Before he could question this Veela like creature before him, a luxuriously smooth and intricate voice calls to him.
"Welcome Child of Terra, to the Mandos' gateway."
"W-who are you?" He asks trying and failing to not give away his surprise and slight fear.
The creature smiles warmly.
"I am Manwe, I am that of the Valar. Creators of Arda and instruments of the Great Music. I have come to offer you a choice young one. For your future holds both great light and darkness, one that has the potential to deteriorate the fabric of this very gateway and threaten the transcendence of spirits to their rest. Such a rift cannot be allowed for the consequences are beyond mortal imaginings."
"So your a god?" A nod. "If your a god why can't you fixed this.. rift?" Why does it always have to be me. First Quirrell, then a Basilisk, then dementors and a rat that turns out is not a rat and if the Tri-wizard wasn't enough this year sure seems to win the award.
"The Valar are tied to Arda in both power, soul and duty. We cannot leave our posts for each has a vital role that cannot be left untended. But do not fear child of Terra we would not forsake you. As we offer you the things you have sorely lacked in your past. Both choice and chance at new life."
"The choice is fairly simple, but details I shall speak of after for we must make this quick as time in this realm is limited to us. The choice is that of Life or Death. Choose Life and you will be given a chance at a new life before your quest is to begin. Choose Death and you will pass on to the next life within the hall of Mandos."
Both options have their own pull, I could finally see mum and dad again and beg for Sirius' forgiveness for my foolishness. But before he could carry on that thought the Valar chose to interrupt.
"Choose Life, and we will grant you entry into our world. Arda. Where you may remain for a time while you heal and train for the quest ahead. You will have a chance at a new life, away from all the things you hated in your past life. But with this chance also brings change. For you will no longer be that of a man. But of Elf, like the form I appear before you. We have decided this as it will help you on your journey, for they are the wisest and most skilful warriors amongst Ilúvatars children. And you need not worry of the time you spend in Arda before returning. For Elves have the gift of immortality and we can alter the time that you will reappear in Terra. But choose Death you will need not concern yourself."
Life and Death? Rather simple when he first phrased it, now... Not so much. On one hand I could see my family again, the other I could find more family and explore a whole new world and LIVE before having to complete this suicide mission I've been on since that Halloweens night. Hm...
"Life..." He says softly turning his eyes from the ground to stare into those sky blue eyes. "I choose life."
Manwe's smile brightens "Then with the blessing of Mandos I present to you 3 gifts that will aide you in your journey. I believe your world called them the deathly hallows" He gestured for Harry to turn to his side where 3 small stone pedestals appeared with items upon them.
"But I thought that was just a children tale..." whispered in awe as the 3 legendary items of come into view.
"The legends were somewhat exaggerated. For these were not a gift tricked from Death but rather a reward. The wizards of your world declared that one whom holds all three hallows shall be titled the 'Master of Death'. Folly of course, for Death has no true master." Manwe chuckles. "Now, simply touch each Hallow and it shall fuse into your being and magic. The changes it brings forth, you will need to discover for yourself."
Moving up to the pedestal with a ruby red stone upon it. Harry touched it to gasp at the feel of warmth flowing through him from his fingers to his feet before calming again. Moving on he spots a rather familiar wand but cannot place where he has seen it. Upon touching it he felt another surge, but this time one of power and knowledge of spells and magics of old. Such information he will have to sort through later. Thank Merlin for occlumency. Turning to the last hallow he is taken by surprise.
"MY FATHERS CLOAK?" He shouts before reddening in embarrassment from his surprise.
"Yes indeed, you are a descendant of the third brother so it does not surprise me the tradition was carried on. Now there, upon awakening you will find yourself changed and within the reaches of the Valley of Imladris. Lord Elrond will be able to guide you. Trust him. And remember, time is not of importance. Live your life little one." Manwe finishes sincerely.
"Thank you."
"You will need a name young one, for Harry Potter will no longer be. Haemir you will be known as. Go forth, we shall meet again when the time has come."
Harry began to glow a bright light and before he left Manwe spoke once more. "Namárië onya."
A/N: And so it begins. I hope I didn't get any Valar lore wrong. Trying to trust two very different worlds together is gonna screw one or two things up but such is the way. Let me know if you spot any mistakes and please do review and maybe given your opinions on what may come. I have my plans but ideas that i see suitable would be nice additions.
Quenya: Namárië onya - Farewell my son