This story was inspired by a picture on DeviantArt, Balrog by BerserY drawn by BerserY. If you want to see the picture, but are having trouble finding it, it is in my DeviantArt profile's (link on Aurthor's Page) favorites. Basically, the drawing depicts a Balrog woman, and this scene and idea I've written below came to me.

Sadly, I cannot continue it, namely because I have no other idea how Gandalf the Grey can die and then be reborn as Gandalf the White. Not to mention that I fully believe that, had Gandalf not fallen, and hence been separated from the company, Frodo would not have left the Fellowship. Which means that all the events Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Gandalf had an influence in would happen differently.

So Basically I've given this scene/story up, and I really hope someone can pick it up, add the beginning (How Harry came to be in the Fellowship) and the events afterward (even if it's done completely different from the books/movies).

So here's my one scene for Harry's Balrog.

Hope you enjoy it.

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Harry knew they were in trouble the moment the goblin's fled.

Of course, he'd had a very strong sense of dread ever since Frodo made the decision to go through Moria. He hadn't known Gandalf long, but if he feared to go through the mines, then Harry firmly believed there was a very good reason.

A good reason they were all running from.

Hopefully they could lose whatever was chasing them when they crossed the bridge up ahead.

But being at the back of the fellowship, along with Gandalf, he saw the monster, the balrog, appear.

And all hope that the Fellowship would escape unscathed fled his mind.

Only Gandalf, and perhaps he as fellow, if different kind of, wizard stood a chance against this thing. And even then, the odds of success were likely slim.

It was then that Harry made a decision.

Gandalf was the leader of the Fellowship, and the others needed his guidance more than they needed him. Besides, he himself was a stranger in this world, and even if he made it back to his own someday, something he wasn't sure he even wanted, he had no family, and it was likely his friends had already mourned him.

Drawing his wand, he aimed it at the balrog, but rather than cast a spell, Harry did something as unpredictable as it was dangerous.

He'd come across the skill when he was researching for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. As harry aimed his wand at the creature, he unleashed his magic, his very essence and life-force, at the balrog.

Doing such was dangerous because one never knew what the magic could do, and unlike spells, which took a portion of the caster's magic and structured it before being cast, unleashing ones magic would rapidly drain ones core.

If enough magic was released, the witch or wizard could black out, or even die.

The magic that flew from Harry's wand was blueish-silver in color, and as it struck the balrog, the creature screamed, but tried pushing through the magic towards him. But Harry's magic kept the creature in place.

Seeing Gandalf looking at him from the corner of his eye, Harry yelled, "GO! I WILL HOLD IT AS LONG AS I CAN!"

He did not see the elder wizards look of sadness, or hear what he said as he fled across the bridge to join the rest of the Fellowship. Harry just prayed that he bought them enough time to escape the mines.

As he poured his magic into the balrog, Harry kept his gaze focused upon it, slowly, it began to shrink.

But Harry did not feel any victory. He could still see the balrog, could tell it was still a threat. Worst of all, he could feel his energy leave him. He struggled to hold his wand up, as his vision, despite his glasses, became blurry.

The last thing he saw before he blacked out had to be a hallucination, for Harry saw a beautiful demonic woman with wings in place of the balrog.

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The balrog known as Durin's Bane was changed by the sheer amount of his own magic Harry had poured into it.

The most noticeable change was its body. Whereas before it stood almost twenty feet, with skin like shadow and fire, had a skull-like face with horns, and showed no sign of being male or female, now it was very clearly female.

She still had horns, and wings, but they were not wreathed in flame or shadow. She was also much shorter, standing only five-foot-six, a couple of inches shorter than Harry himself. Her skin was grey, and her hair, which fell to her mid back, as red as fire. Her eyes had silted red pupils, while the whites of her eyes were yellow. And she appeared to be dressed in earthen armor that resembled magma itself, with thigh high boots, and much of her ample cleavage and midriff bare.

She was a demonic looking beauty.

But the most important difference was that which took place in her mind. Before, the balrog was a creature of shadow, fire, and destruction, loyal to Morgoth. Now, while still a creature of shadow and fire, her loyalty was now to Harry, and Harry alone. He was her master, and she his soldier, bodyguard, and mistress.

Seeing him unconscious before her, she lifted him up.

He had been a part of that group of men and hobbits with an elf and dwarf, and so she would take him to them and join them on their quest, whatever it was.

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The only thing I have to add is that the Balrog would still be able to call a sword and whip of flame, only proportionate to her new size. And she could disappear (hide) in shadows completely. She would not be able to use magic like Harry or Gandalf. And she would be one-hundred percent loyal to Harry.

And yes, I did intend for her and Harry to be lovers, with her as his only lover.

Anyway Please PM me if you adopt this story.