Harry Potter stepped into the center of the Griffyndor boys bedroom, facing his own bed in case anything went amiss. He was practicing a rather complicated conjuring spell. Still recovering from a nasty cold that even Madam Pomfrey had been unable to treat effectively, he was behind in his practice. Reading over Hermoine's notes once more, he repeated the spell in his head, muttering a few of the syllables. Raising his wand, he began slowly, stumbling over a few phrases, hoping they wouldn't muddle the spell too much.
"Win-wimfidious lustor! Redouble-dei enacoi" the tip of his wand began to sparkle and he whispered a quiet thank you before continuing the spell. "Ergosoius liv-liventorian!" slowly, he began drawing a circle in the air, meant to outline the image he was to 'conjur'. "Pictorious ... uh ... oh! Pictorious tostodium!" He concentrated on the item he was trying to conjur - a ring Ron had given to Hermoine over the summer. "Ellias turfumptem amenephous!!" At these last words the tip of his wand exploded and Harry was propelled backwards.
Hitting the dirt floor hard, he groaned.
Several forms rushed towards him, hands ready to tug him to his feet. "Frodo? Are you ..." the voices died away as he raised his head, looking around in confusion. "Who are you?" he saw he was no longer in the boys room. "Where am I?"
"Who are we?" A small man asked, pushing into Harry's face. "Who're you? And what've you done with Master Frodo?!" The little man drew back a fist, then stopped when a large hand settled on his shoulder.
From where Harry sat, the man resembled a slender, far less shaggy Hagrid. The man knelt, his grey eyes searching Harry's face. "What's your name, little one?" There was a brief scuffle and the Ranger prince looked to see Merry and Pippin tugging Sam a short ways away.
"Harry Potter," he answered, his heart racing. He wondered briefly if Voldemort had somehow kidnapped him, then he realized the oddest thing of all. His scar didn't hurt. Not even the vague tingle it usually had when he worked complicated spells. "Where am I, and how did I get here? And who are you?"
"I am known as Strider in these parts." The man felt no ill towards the stranger, but he thought it was wisest not to use his true name just yet. The dark lord became more devious and powerful every day, this could simply be his latest attempt to seize the ring. The thought sent a small shudder of fear through the man. If they were so vulnerable so far away from his center of power, Middle Earth truly had no hope. "Where you are is the Prancing Pony in the town of Bree. Though that might mean nothing to you." There was a complete lack of recognition in the boys eyes.
"It doesn't ... How did I get here? I was working on a spell for class and -"
"Spell?" Aragorn's brows shot up. "Are you a wizard, boy?" His suspicion was roused at the possibility. With one exception, he had little trust for the mysterious half-men of magic. Also, he had thought that he knew the names, if not the faces of all of them. None kept an appearance of a boy.
"Well, still learning ... I haven't had my OWL's yet." Harry's voice cracked slightly with panic.
"Owls? You're an animal wizard?" The man probed.
"What? No ... Ordinary Wizarding Levels ..." His eyes widened. "A muggle!" he said before he could stop himself.
"A-what?" Aragorn's patience wore thin and he shook Harry lightly. "If you are a wizard, what have you done with Frodo, and who do you answer to?"
Harry winced at the sharpness of the man's words and the shake. "I don't know who Frodo is! I ... Dumbledor! He's the headmaster!"
"Headmaster of what?" This boy was very confusing, Aragorn had no idea what to make of his outlandish answers.
"Headmaster of Hogwarts! It's where I go to school." Harry was growing desperate. "If Voldemort's behind this-"
"Who is Voldemort?" The way Aragorn said the name without a trace of fear or hesitance Harry knew he had no idea who the dark wizard was.
"He's ... he's ..." Harry suddenly felt drained, as though something had sucked a great deal of energy from him and his body just now realized it. Strider caught his head before it hit the ground, letting him settle carefully. He noticed strange robes under Frodo's clothes, and the ring still on it's chain about the boys neck. Covering him with Frodo's blanket, he went to talk to the Hobbits before the boy woke.
"Win-wimfidious lustor! Redouble-dei enacoi" the tip of his wand began to sparkle and he whispered a quiet thank you before continuing the spell. "Ergosoius liv-liventorian!" slowly, he began drawing a circle in the air, meant to outline the image he was to 'conjur'. "Pictorious ... uh ... oh! Pictorious tostodium!" He concentrated on the item he was trying to conjur - a ring Ron had given to Hermoine over the summer. "Ellias turfumptem amenephous!!" At these last words the tip of his wand exploded and Harry was propelled backwards.
Hitting the dirt floor hard, he groaned.
Several forms rushed towards him, hands ready to tug him to his feet. "Frodo? Are you ..." the voices died away as he raised his head, looking around in confusion. "Who are you?" he saw he was no longer in the boys room. "Where am I?"
"Who are we?" A small man asked, pushing into Harry's face. "Who're you? And what've you done with Master Frodo?!" The little man drew back a fist, then stopped when a large hand settled on his shoulder.
From where Harry sat, the man resembled a slender, far less shaggy Hagrid. The man knelt, his grey eyes searching Harry's face. "What's your name, little one?" There was a brief scuffle and the Ranger prince looked to see Merry and Pippin tugging Sam a short ways away.
"Harry Potter," he answered, his heart racing. He wondered briefly if Voldemort had somehow kidnapped him, then he realized the oddest thing of all. His scar didn't hurt. Not even the vague tingle it usually had when he worked complicated spells. "Where am I, and how did I get here? And who are you?"
"I am known as Strider in these parts." The man felt no ill towards the stranger, but he thought it was wisest not to use his true name just yet. The dark lord became more devious and powerful every day, this could simply be his latest attempt to seize the ring. The thought sent a small shudder of fear through the man. If they were so vulnerable so far away from his center of power, Middle Earth truly had no hope. "Where you are is the Prancing Pony in the town of Bree. Though that might mean nothing to you." There was a complete lack of recognition in the boys eyes.
"It doesn't ... How did I get here? I was working on a spell for class and -"
"Spell?" Aragorn's brows shot up. "Are you a wizard, boy?" His suspicion was roused at the possibility. With one exception, he had little trust for the mysterious half-men of magic. Also, he had thought that he knew the names, if not the faces of all of them. None kept an appearance of a boy.
"Well, still learning ... I haven't had my OWL's yet." Harry's voice cracked slightly with panic.
"Owls? You're an animal wizard?" The man probed.
"What? No ... Ordinary Wizarding Levels ..." His eyes widened. "A muggle!" he said before he could stop himself.
"A-what?" Aragorn's patience wore thin and he shook Harry lightly. "If you are a wizard, what have you done with Frodo, and who do you answer to?"
Harry winced at the sharpness of the man's words and the shake. "I don't know who Frodo is! I ... Dumbledor! He's the headmaster!"
"Headmaster of what?" This boy was very confusing, Aragorn had no idea what to make of his outlandish answers.
"Headmaster of Hogwarts! It's where I go to school." Harry was growing desperate. "If Voldemort's behind this-"
"Who is Voldemort?" The way Aragorn said the name without a trace of fear or hesitance Harry knew he had no idea who the dark wizard was.
"He's ... he's ..." Harry suddenly felt drained, as though something had sucked a great deal of energy from him and his body just now realized it. Strider caught his head before it hit the ground, letting him settle carefully. He noticed strange robes under Frodo's clothes, and the ring still on it's chain about the boys neck. Covering him with Frodo's blanket, he went to talk to the Hobbits before the boy woke.