A/N: Here comes Harry's chapter of glory! Sorry for not updating sooner! I sorta went blank as to what to write for Harry. Humor… humor… don't worry I'll figure something out. *sigh* I want to get them all at the same place in time but it just doesn't seem to be working quite well… crap.

nut_job: Darn… I can't kill him? No, I'm just kidding. Well, at first I thinking of hurting him even worse but thought better of it… he he. Don't worry I won't kill Leggy. 

Arayuldaiel: You think it's the best? Really? Cool! And somehow… I guess I don't hate Eowyn as much as before, it was probably just a phase. But still, she doesn't deserve Faramir. Sweet, noble Faramir! *clings to a confused Faramir who seems to have magically appeared at her side*

Huntress of the Night: Here's your Harry Potter as requested. *sigh* Rotten Percy! He forced me to write him in, and now I don't know what to do with him!!! Argh!

Joseph: Thanks for the encouragement!

Tar-Palantir: Ha ha! Everyone loves the trees! Aren't they the coolest?! And well, yeah, I'm updating now. Very late, but now. And yes, I've been wondering that 'How will Haldir be evil?' thing for a while too, but I've got it down, no need to worry!

Evil-Mollusc: Aren't the italics effective? *hear 'No' in background but she hasn't* Booyah! Go Italics! And trees, we all love trees! *the sudden idea of writing a fic about trees comes to her mind but is quickly brushed away by another Legolas idea* I think I'll stick with Leggy. *grins stupidly*

Chibi-Cola: O, you'll find out in my next chapter… and very anxious to write it but well… since it's a HP/LotR x-over, we need some Harry too. Drat that Percy! I can't get rid of him! Well, if Agatha Christie and J.K. Rowling can write mysteries then so can I! Or…maybe not… oi…

Europa: You should update your stories… I'm actually checking. Well… not as often as before, but still checking.

Cheysuli: *sighs* I could strangle Harry… I want to write that chapter too! Very jumpy, antsy, and excited about it. But… Harry is important after all… can't leave him out. *oddly she says this all too carelessly*

Disclaimer: Ditto from previous chapters.

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"In Flanders Fields" Line 11:

To you from failing hands we throw…

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The evening passed as uneventful as a class of Divination ought to be; they had not gotten a single word out of Hagrid, or anyone else for the matter. Percy seemed to have disappeared from the face of the planet and they still had no idea of whom their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was to be.

Figuring it was no use discussing a matter that they, themselves were not sure of, the trio decided to retire for the night. Bidding their farewells, Harry, Ron and Hermione slowly ascended into their dorms. When they reached their dorm, Harry discovered that his other roommates were already sound asleep. Ron was the first to change and retreat to his bed.

'G'night Ron.' Harry yawned, crawling into his.

But the only replies that came were a chorus of snores. Interesting… if Legolas were there, he would have wondered if Ron was related in some way to the Oak he met in the forest. But he was not, so it would not matter… Meanwhile, Harry was having quite a hard time falling asleep. A series of questions numbed his mind; he tried his best to make sense of them, yet they refused to listen to logic, and after forcing himself to, he finally dozed off to find comfort in his dreams.

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Harry awoke, though it was not yet morning. It was near midnight as the moon still hung in the night sky. He was not sure what had awakened him, but he thought he heard an argument of some sort. Harry strained his ears for any sounds while glancing around the room to see if any of his comrades had also awaken. None of them seemed to have noticed a thing. Shrugging the event off, Harry pulled his covers over his head and slept soundly.

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'HARRY!! H-A-R-R-Y! WAKE UP! Everyone's already gone down for breakfast!' Ron screeched standing beside Harry's bed. 'Blimey! What do you do, take some sort of sleep drought every night? You sleep like a log.'

Tearing back the four-posters, he pulled Harry's blanket off. 'Hm… maybe it's because you are a log.' Panic rang in his voice and his eyes widened in surprise; in the place where Harry should have been, laid a log… of all things; a LOG. After hyperventilating and muttering a few incoherent things, he calmed down and insanely murmured to himself, 'What a creative decoy.'

He threw on his clothes and shot down to the common room where Hermione paced around impatiently waiting for them. Ron nearly crashed into her.

'Harry- Log!' He shrieked. 'Gone! Where could he- Great Hall- help me search- breakfast..!'

'Ron! Calm down! I can't understand a word you're saying!' She took him by the shoulders and shook him wildly. 'Now… calmly tell me what happened.'

'I woke up this morning and everyone had already gone down to breakfast, I went to wake Harry… I thought he'd taken a sleeping drought because he always wakes up late and I said 'You sleep like a log.' He-he was a log and then-then I ran down here.' He gasped.

'Please Ron, you aren't making much sense.' She sighed, it seemed like she didn't really hear what he said. But after a few minutes it finally hit her, 'What do you mean he was a log?!'

'I pulled back his sheets and he wasn't there! Instead there was a LOG!' Ron began to whimper. 'You-you don't think You-Know-Who's behind this do you?'

'Ron don't be stupid! How could he have gotten in under Dumbledore's nose? And if he did, why didn't he kill Harry instead of turning him into a log of all things?' she reasoned. 'Come on, let's go to the Great Hall.' She stared at Ron. 'What's wrong with you? You're acting really weird!'

But Ron just shrugged. They set out of the Common Room immediately.

'I don't understand it… what could have happened to Harry?' she pondered as they rushed to the Great Hall.

Ron shrugged and shook his head; his nails were now almost completely diminished after he'd bitten them. Hermione stared at him strangely. 'What?' he asked.

'You don't bite your nails.' She stated.

The red-head looked at his fingers and exclaimed, 'Oh, I don't do I?'

'Then why are you biting them?' she asked.

The words struck him inarticulate and he stood in the halls trying to find the right words to say. And after much deliberation he finally uttered, 'I… don't know.' A looked of confusion spread upon his face whilst Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed. She began again her way to the Great Hall muttering, 'Just when I thought he couldn't get any more stupid… he proves me wrong. Suddenly I'm not sure if that's a good thing or bad… the fact that he proved me wrong on a subject or that he's gone utterly mad.'

'Oi! I'm not stupid!' He called, running to catch up with her.

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They were wrong; they did not find Harry at breakfast or at Transfiguration, their first class. They were with the Ravenclaws… the sixth year Ravenclaws. Pity Harry wasn't there, Cho was finally in his class and he could have learned how to make poppies and roses and daisies sprout from the end of his wand. Predictably, Neville got himself into the usual trouble and somehow was able to grow flowers from his head and from within his ears.

But Ron and Hermione did not take heed of these events very attentively; their minds were set on Harry. The end of the class came and they decided to tell McGonagall of their problem. She frowned at the news, and told them that she'd see into it. Nothing else. With that the duo departed for their next class, Potions, and then to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The Dungeons were warmer than usual and without a surprise they were again stuck with the Slytherins, but to their luck, Snape wasn't there. Instead, an old man of a white cloak stood before them; he wore a large pointy hat, and waited patiently, stroking his long silver beard, as the students entered. Ron recognized him from their trip on the train; it was Gandalf…

When all had settled in, Gandalf began his lecture.

'Good morning to you all. I am Gandalf, that is what you shall call me. There will be no 'professor' business in this class, makes me feel old.' The Istar chuckled at his private joke. 'Ahem… Today we will be making lembas, Lord Elrond has just recently given me the recipe, which he had gotten from Celebrían, who is a great cook I might add. Just like her mother… oh no, I'm rambling on like a Hobbit. Now where was I, oh yes- Lembas has rather interesting magical properties: One, it is edible. Two: It revives your strength and energy and Three, it tastes quite delicious.'

The class proceeded quite well; Malfoy and his goons were strangely polite and Neville had not caused much trouble. When they had finished making their lembas they sat placidly listening to Gandalf's old stories of Bilbo Baggins, Sarumon the White, of the Elves, Dwarves and most fascinating creatures. They learned that Elves were not always short and worked for wizards, they learned of mysterious creatures called Hobbits and they learned of the great rings of Power. But when it was time that the Potions class ended a great number of protests came up. It was no longer work for them… it was a break. Reluctantly they still had to leave for their next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts…

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A/N: A log… what was I thinking??!?!?!?!? O well… I don't know how I'm going to get myself out of this one. You'll just have to find out! Mwahahahaha!! Legolas chappy comin' up next! Woo hoo! *cackles evilly* Ahem… sorry.