Middle Earth and Hogwarts
Sydney Kiss
Chapter 1
Introductions and a Bomb
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters or places, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the places or people from Lord of the Rings, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, the character Fallen the Blue belongs to Sage McJet (another fanfic author.... go read some of his stuff.) Tara Leonheart, Jasmaugik the Orc, Keyone Lufton the Hobbit, Golenesqua the Entwife and Istabugh the Dwarf all belong to Tara Sarber. Justin Wolfe and Hope belong to Melissa (troubledfeline@yahoo.com.) She writes under the pen name of Nosferatu. Rhymes and Jules belong to Kristan Steele. The adventures here were co-written by all of the people above, in a RPG group, and I am just putting them in a readable fashion, because it is a really good story.
What if things had gone a bit differently during J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter Series? After Voldemort was defeated by the baby Harry Potter, he left London far behind and found passage to Middle Earth. He resided there, safe from harm for years, but since Sam has left Hogwarts and diverted his full attention to the Dark Arts, Voldemort has suddenly regained power and reigns in Mordor. Now, Sauron's spirit has come back, and together, the three greatest Dark Wizards ever are planning to take over the entire earth.
Chapter 1
The dismal., rainy foggy day of London made most of the city's residents keep to their homes and taverns. Inside one of these large, hairy men was talking to a long -haired man.
"So I says to him, you give me the money..."
The long -haired man himself looked rather bored, to tell the truth. He was young... only 24. His thick, dirty blonde hair fell to his chin in several choppy layers. He nodded every now and then to continue his part of the conversation. His bangs fell sideways for a moment when he occasionally looked up. One of the rich men in the corner put on his rain coat. Leaving his drunk friend to talk to his cup of beer, Justin followed the rich man out the door. Justin almost threw on his full length trenchcoat, which was cause for a few odd glances as he swept down the street. He ignored them as usual. He followed the man to one of the nearby banks. Perfect.
A smirk crossed Justin's face. Once inside, he shook his wet blonde hair, and looked up. Very few people were around. Unlike the wonderful American banks, there were no guards today. "Lazy," he muttered to himself.
Justin walked up to one of the tellers, whom gave him an odd look from behind the panel. It was to be expected, as Justin had just walked ahead of about ten other people.
"Sir," the teller said, taking in Justin's odd apparel, "You need to wait at the end of the line."
He cocked his head, and looked thoroughly confused.
"Please sir, if you could just-"
He cut her off, snarling lowly and banging his hand on the counter.
"Shut up!" Justin spat, lowering one hand to his coat. He pulled it slightly back, revealing what looked like a gun, and a ticking red number dial. A bomb. The girl froze.
"Unless you want this place to go up in smoke, gimme all that cash in your nice little register of yours," Justin snarled.
Panicking, the girl did as he said quickly. Soon her drawer was empty, but some of the people behind him still hadn't gotten the picture.
"Eh Bloke, what in bloody 'ell--"
Justin, now very annoyed and just a few pounds richer, spun around and pulled out the gun, pointing it at him. A woman across the room screamed and fainted.
"Shut up. Now, if you all want to stay alive, I suggest you sit down."
They all did. Justin walked backwards, eyeing them. He caught sight of something and paused mid-step. One of the younger people there, a girl. For some reason she reminded him of someone. However, the door behind him opened with a crash. Officers from Scotland Yard burst into the bank. Before they could move, Justin shot past him. One cop managed to grab his coat, and the ticking time-bomb fell. Someone screamed. Justin took off, heading down the street, gun in hand. The bomb went off. An explosion of fire sounded behind him, and he ducked his head instinctively as some stones bounced off his back.
He looked up to see the building in flames. Sirens sounded in the distance and horror filled his eyes. Taking off, past some onlookers, he ran towards the woods, which was the least populated place he could think of.
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Meanwhile, 'the girl' as she was so politely referred to, was Sydney Marzock. She was out in the Muggle world running errands when she saw what happened to the bank. Sydney was 5'6" tall, with platinum blonde hair that was let fall past her shoulders. Her green eyes were burning, looking for the one who had been there. Sydney had a strange ability that was tingling. She could tell if two people were related, however distantly, by simply looking at them. This guy who just blew up the bank was either someone she had known when she was younger, or someone very closely related to them.
As soon as Justin had began to run from the officer, Sydney got up and gave chase. With the speed of the elvish blood in her veins, she quickly caught up to him.
"The woods," she thought, following just a few steps behind him. "Perfect." Syd took a moment to pull out her wand and yelled through the trees. "Hey, you! I'm only giving you one warning. STOP!!"
Justin seemed to turn and look at her, a little puzzled, but it never occurred to him to actually listen. A few steps later, Sydney had caught up with him. She wrapped her arms around his waist as they both went crashing to the ground.
"STUPEFY!" she nearly yelled, before Justin could get up again. After magically binding him to a near-by tree, she woke him up again.
Justin woke with a start to find the strange girl looking down on him. He snarled, and pressed his back against the tree he was bound to, beginning to look like a wolf again. His memory flared back to the face, the explosion, running... he spoke darkly... lowly... sounding almost insane.
"All your fault...." Sydney looked at him strangely as he ranted. "Yes yours.... You're talking about me? A wizard?..... Good joke..... I'm no wizard."
He eyed her a moment, and picked up her scent. He turned his head to look at her better.
"You're not human. A witch..... and an elf."
He tried to put his hand where his gun would be, but it was gone anyhow. Justin noticed that his shirt had been neatly torn, revealing burned skin and a few cuts. He winced as it touched the ropes.
"Thank you Captain Obvious. Just listen. You don't exactly have much of a choice right now anyhow, you aren't free to run away from here, and you'll find it very hard to hurt me while you are tied to that tree. You probably won't be able to catch me anymore anyhow. First, I'm going to cut this rope here, and you can let me see that arm."
Sydney took the boy's arm in both her hands and examined his burn. Justin pulled away instinctively, but the girl held tight. She pulled out her wand and did a few simple spells, causing the burn marks to disappear. Sydney watched his face twitch with a sting of pain, then looked back to his arm as the healing spell finished itself. A tattoo of a wolf and a dragon covered his forearm. Something else was there though... something Sydney could just barely make out. Leaning closer, Sydney looked intently at his arm. Realization struck, and her mouth fell open. It was the Dark Mark. She could just see the bottom of the skull and snake wrapping around it. It didn't burn, but the outline was a mix of black and red. The boy noticed what she was looking at and quickly pulled his arm away.
"What? Ashamed of something you did?" Sydney asked. "You probably deserved it."
He didn't respond. Sydney looked at him questioningly again, but still didn't know why he looked so familiar. She figured that she'd met him somewhere before, like at Diagon Alley or something. If that was so, then it didn't matter much. But there was that blood though.....
"Fine, don't answer me. We're going to have to visit the Ministry though if you don't give me a good reason why you just blew up a Muggle Bank. Then again, we might just visit them anyway." Justin snorted, and watched her pace back and forth, hatred in his eyes. "Oh, and please explain to me how this is MY fault. I heard they're on the lookout for some werewolves to do some new experiments on..."
Sydney surprised herself by saying that he was a werewolf. Of course, he did look a bit dog-like at the moment but a wolf...
Sydney fought an urge to hit herself in the head. She couldn't believe that it took her this long to recognize a person that she had spent five of the best years of her life with. The same boy that she had gone on so many past adventures with...
"You are an idiot. Don't try and tell me you weren't trained as a wizard, even though you are much more than that. You still don't know who I am, do you Justin Wolfe?"
He started at his name, and Sydney locked her eyes to his.
Sydney Kiss
Chapter 1
Introductions and a Bomb
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter Characters or places, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own any of the places or people from Lord of the Rings, they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, the character Fallen the Blue belongs to Sage McJet (another fanfic author.... go read some of his stuff.) Tara Leonheart, Jasmaugik the Orc, Keyone Lufton the Hobbit, Golenesqua the Entwife and Istabugh the Dwarf all belong to Tara Sarber. Justin Wolfe and Hope belong to Melissa (troubledfeline@yahoo.com.) She writes under the pen name of Nosferatu. Rhymes and Jules belong to Kristan Steele. The adventures here were co-written by all of the people above, in a RPG group, and I am just putting them in a readable fashion, because it is a really good story.
What if things had gone a bit differently during J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter Series? After Voldemort was defeated by the baby Harry Potter, he left London far behind and found passage to Middle Earth. He resided there, safe from harm for years, but since Sam has left Hogwarts and diverted his full attention to the Dark Arts, Voldemort has suddenly regained power and reigns in Mordor. Now, Sauron's spirit has come back, and together, the three greatest Dark Wizards ever are planning to take over the entire earth.
Chapter 1
The dismal., rainy foggy day of London made most of the city's residents keep to their homes and taverns. Inside one of these large, hairy men was talking to a long -haired man.
"So I says to him, you give me the money..."
The long -haired man himself looked rather bored, to tell the truth. He was young... only 24. His thick, dirty blonde hair fell to his chin in several choppy layers. He nodded every now and then to continue his part of the conversation. His bangs fell sideways for a moment when he occasionally looked up. One of the rich men in the corner put on his rain coat. Leaving his drunk friend to talk to his cup of beer, Justin followed the rich man out the door. Justin almost threw on his full length trenchcoat, which was cause for a few odd glances as he swept down the street. He ignored them as usual. He followed the man to one of the nearby banks. Perfect.
A smirk crossed Justin's face. Once inside, he shook his wet blonde hair, and looked up. Very few people were around. Unlike the wonderful American banks, there were no guards today. "Lazy," he muttered to himself.
Justin walked up to one of the tellers, whom gave him an odd look from behind the panel. It was to be expected, as Justin had just walked ahead of about ten other people.
"Sir," the teller said, taking in Justin's odd apparel, "You need to wait at the end of the line."
He cocked his head, and looked thoroughly confused.
"Please sir, if you could just-"
He cut her off, snarling lowly and banging his hand on the counter.
"Shut up!" Justin spat, lowering one hand to his coat. He pulled it slightly back, revealing what looked like a gun, and a ticking red number dial. A bomb. The girl froze.
"Unless you want this place to go up in smoke, gimme all that cash in your nice little register of yours," Justin snarled.
Panicking, the girl did as he said quickly. Soon her drawer was empty, but some of the people behind him still hadn't gotten the picture.
"Eh Bloke, what in bloody 'ell--"
Justin, now very annoyed and just a few pounds richer, spun around and pulled out the gun, pointing it at him. A woman across the room screamed and fainted.
"Shut up. Now, if you all want to stay alive, I suggest you sit down."
They all did. Justin walked backwards, eyeing them. He caught sight of something and paused mid-step. One of the younger people there, a girl. For some reason she reminded him of someone. However, the door behind him opened with a crash. Officers from Scotland Yard burst into the bank. Before they could move, Justin shot past him. One cop managed to grab his coat, and the ticking time-bomb fell. Someone screamed. Justin took off, heading down the street, gun in hand. The bomb went off. An explosion of fire sounded behind him, and he ducked his head instinctively as some stones bounced off his back.
He looked up to see the building in flames. Sirens sounded in the distance and horror filled his eyes. Taking off, past some onlookers, he ran towards the woods, which was the least populated place he could think of.
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Meanwhile, 'the girl' as she was so politely referred to, was Sydney Marzock. She was out in the Muggle world running errands when she saw what happened to the bank. Sydney was 5'6" tall, with platinum blonde hair that was let fall past her shoulders. Her green eyes were burning, looking for the one who had been there. Sydney had a strange ability that was tingling. She could tell if two people were related, however distantly, by simply looking at them. This guy who just blew up the bank was either someone she had known when she was younger, or someone very closely related to them.
As soon as Justin had began to run from the officer, Sydney got up and gave chase. With the speed of the elvish blood in her veins, she quickly caught up to him.
"The woods," she thought, following just a few steps behind him. "Perfect." Syd took a moment to pull out her wand and yelled through the trees. "Hey, you! I'm only giving you one warning. STOP!!"
Justin seemed to turn and look at her, a little puzzled, but it never occurred to him to actually listen. A few steps later, Sydney had caught up with him. She wrapped her arms around his waist as they both went crashing to the ground.
"STUPEFY!" she nearly yelled, before Justin could get up again. After magically binding him to a near-by tree, she woke him up again.
Justin woke with a start to find the strange girl looking down on him. He snarled, and pressed his back against the tree he was bound to, beginning to look like a wolf again. His memory flared back to the face, the explosion, running... he spoke darkly... lowly... sounding almost insane.
"All your fault...." Sydney looked at him strangely as he ranted. "Yes yours.... You're talking about me? A wizard?..... Good joke..... I'm no wizard."
He eyed her a moment, and picked up her scent. He turned his head to look at her better.
"You're not human. A witch..... and an elf."
He tried to put his hand where his gun would be, but it was gone anyhow. Justin noticed that his shirt had been neatly torn, revealing burned skin and a few cuts. He winced as it touched the ropes.
"Thank you Captain Obvious. Just listen. You don't exactly have much of a choice right now anyhow, you aren't free to run away from here, and you'll find it very hard to hurt me while you are tied to that tree. You probably won't be able to catch me anymore anyhow. First, I'm going to cut this rope here, and you can let me see that arm."
Sydney took the boy's arm in both her hands and examined his burn. Justin pulled away instinctively, but the girl held tight. She pulled out her wand and did a few simple spells, causing the burn marks to disappear. Sydney watched his face twitch with a sting of pain, then looked back to his arm as the healing spell finished itself. A tattoo of a wolf and a dragon covered his forearm. Something else was there though... something Sydney could just barely make out. Leaning closer, Sydney looked intently at his arm. Realization struck, and her mouth fell open. It was the Dark Mark. She could just see the bottom of the skull and snake wrapping around it. It didn't burn, but the outline was a mix of black and red. The boy noticed what she was looking at and quickly pulled his arm away.
"What? Ashamed of something you did?" Sydney asked. "You probably deserved it."
He didn't respond. Sydney looked at him questioningly again, but still didn't know why he looked so familiar. She figured that she'd met him somewhere before, like at Diagon Alley or something. If that was so, then it didn't matter much. But there was that blood though.....
"Fine, don't answer me. We're going to have to visit the Ministry though if you don't give me a good reason why you just blew up a Muggle Bank. Then again, we might just visit them anyway." Justin snorted, and watched her pace back and forth, hatred in his eyes. "Oh, and please explain to me how this is MY fault. I heard they're on the lookout for some werewolves to do some new experiments on..."
Sydney surprised herself by saying that he was a werewolf. Of course, he did look a bit dog-like at the moment but a wolf...
Sydney fought an urge to hit herself in the head. She couldn't believe that it took her this long to recognize a person that she had spent five of the best years of her life with. The same boy that she had gone on so many past adventures with...
"You are an idiot. Don't try and tell me you weren't trained as a wizard, even though you are much more than that. You still don't know who I am, do you Justin Wolfe?"
He started at his name, and Sydney locked her eyes to his.