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Disclaimer: Nope, I still do not own any of the characters in this fanfic, except Emily Malfoy and Megan Jones (possibly more in the future). I used to own all of the characters… but then I woke up…Sadly that means I still do not own Gollum, for I find him quite hilarious.
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~ This fanfic contains spoilers from The Lord of the Rings books/movies and the Harry Potter books. ~
---------- Rated: PG-13 for violence and mild sexual reference. ----------
Two Heroes, Two Villains, One Ring
Ch. 10: Tensions Rise
"Hello, Harry."
"Voldemort!"
Voldemort smiled as he heard the fear in Harry's voice and saw the terrified expressions on his friend's faces. "Surprised to see me?"
"H-how did you get in here?" was all Harry could manage to say in answer.
Voldemort mocked looking hurt. "Oh, come now, Harry. You know I have my ways." He withdrew his wand from the pocket of his robes. "I came to pay you a little visit, Harry Potter. I wouldn't want you to think I had forgotten you, now would I?"
Voldemort laughed a cold high-pitched laugh that sent chills down Harry's spine. Harry had been so scared that he hadn't realized his scar had been burning the whole time. He grimaced as the pain in his forehead worsened.
Voldemort smiled. "Does it hurt, Harry? Does it hurt you to be so near me?"
Harry suddenly screamed in agony, and Hemione stepped forward. "Leave him alone! Stupify!"
With a lazy wave of his wand, Voldemort blocked the spell, followed by a shout of, "Expelliarmus!" As he said the words, all three of the student's wands soared through the air and into his hand. To everyone's surprise, he smiled again. "Ah, yes, the mudblood. Ms. Granger, isn't it? I know all about you. A shame your parents didn't die that night my death eaters attacked your house. I was quite upset."
Hermione's clenched fists trembled with rage. "My parents are better people than you'll ever be, you egotistical, back-stabbing murderer!"
Voldemort stopped smiling now. "You, Ms. Granger, in the last four years, have become quite a thorn in my side as well. I will not deny that you are most intelligent for your age." He pointed his wand at Hermione's chest. "I think I'll kill you now and save Potter for later. Good bye, mudblood."
Hemione's eyes widened with horror as she stared into the cold, merciless gaze of Voldemort.
Voldemort grinned. "Avada Kada---" THWACK!
He stopped grinning suddenly as he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. Without flinching, he slowly reached behind his back, and plucked a long, feathered arrow from the wound.
"Don't move," said a fair voice from behind him. Voldemort slowly turned around to see a very pissed looking Legolas and Gimli.
"Ah, yes. The elf and the dwarf. I had a feeling you'd show up."
If Legolas and Gimli had been expecting any kind of retort, this was not it. "You know who we are?" Legolas asked, confused.
"Oh, yes, I've heard all about you… and your companions. I've been looking very forward to meeting you." Voldemort said.
"How?" Gimli demanded. "How do you know us?"
Voldemort grinned evily. "I heard about you from a new ally of mine. Perhaps you've heard of him. He goes by the name Sauron."
Legolas suddenly paled and Gimli gasped, "What did you say?!"
Voldemort sighed, "I am growing tired of this conversation. Goodbye." Suddenly he began to change. His body no longer represented that of a man, but a serpent. The snake's great red eyes glared at Harry as hissed a low quiet hiss.
Suddenly, it darted across the room at impossible speed for a snake. "Legolas!" Gimli yelled. Legolas shot an arrow at it, but it had already rounded the corner. He followed the snake out through the portrait hole and around the corner just in time to see it disappear into a hole in the wall.
"I can't believe it," Harry said as he, Ron, and Hermione ran up behind Legolas and Gimli. "He's an Animagus!"
Legolas sighed. "That, I take it, was Voldemort?"
Harry nodded.
Legolas turned to Gimli. "If this Voldemort is truly in league with Sauron, then everyone is in worse danger than they could have possibly imagined! He didn't even stagger in the least when my arrow struck him!"
Gimli nodded grimly.
Hermione spoke up. "We should go tell the headmaster."
They all agreed. Suddenly, Legolas had a feeling that things had taken a turn for the worst.