Chapter 2: The Amazing Mr. Potter

Meanwhile in the library...

Harry was practically falling asleep, the book he was reading was extraordinarily BORING. Nor did it make any sense whatsoever. He could not understand why both Hermione and Professor Snape recommended it, it wasn't about potions. "Oh yeah," he thought "Snape dislikes me, and probably just wanted to confuse me, and Hermoine recommends every book, DUH!"

"Hey!" a voice called at Harry drawing him away from his meaningless thoughts. It was just Ginny, and she was wondering if Harry could help her with her potions homework in exchange for some divination tips (she was the teacher's pet, she didn't believe in what professor Trelawny said, but she was actually good at seeing things before they happened). "Just one question, why are you reading that book?" she inquired.

"I thought I'd get ahead in potions, but his book is totally not helping!"

"What does the book The History of Wizard Photography have to do with potions?"

Harry looked at the book he was holding "Oops! I picked up the wrong book!" Harry said, turning slightly red with embarrassment. Or was it more than that? Harry didn't want to think about it.

The two decided to go back to the Gryffindor common room. On the way they ran into Malfoy and his cronies. "Where are you taking your girlfriend, Potter?" he asked slyly.

"At least I have one. Unlike with you, girls don't run from my sight screaming 'There's a troll in the castle!'" Harry retorted. Malfoy left, unable to think of a comeback. Ginny turned totally bright scarlet. Had Harry just called her his girlfriend? Nah! he wasn't going to bother correcting Malfoy, he would have been too dumb to understand, that was all. The amazing Mr. Potter did not consider Ginny his girlfriend, right?

She was so lost in thought she didn't notice Ron and Hermoine walking by with a strange man she had never seen. Harry did notice them, and stopped them to talk. "Who's that?" Harry pointed at Legolas.

Just having realized that he must be in some later time and place, and that there are books written on his adventures, Legolas was rather confused. He'd heard lot's about who muggles were, why they (and those they raised) were the only ones to have read the books, and who Harry Potter was. "Haven't you ever read the Lord of the Rings Books?" Legolas asked.

"Yes," Harry responded, "I sort of identified with the orphan, Frodo, who was raised by his uncle Bilbo, and had to deal with an evil wizard. why?" He caught himself after realizing he had trailed off, and embarrassed himself for the second time in ten minutes.

"I'm Legolas, the elf, and Prince of Mirkwood," he informed Harry.

A rather confused Mr. Potter nodded, "I'll just pretend I get it and ask Hermione later," he thought.

"Come with us, we're on our way to see Dumbledore about getting him back to Middle-earth," Hermione said. He and Ginny followed along with the three of them. For some reason Harry felt like he was on the way to Oz (If I only had a brain!). Ron had not said a single word, he followed along not paying attention, his face was buried in the book.

"Hey, Legolas, you'll never guess what's gonna happen when you get back home!" Ron said. But Hermoine shut him up before he could give Legolas any actual information.

"It's all right, I don't want to know, I'd rather life come as a surprise, like it's supposed to," He said in a wise sounding voice, he had every right to act wiser than them he's 2,916 years older than them.

They finally got to Dumbledore's office "Ton Tongue Toffees," Hermione said, why Dumbledore chose that for his password she would never figure out.

"Gandalf!" Legolas shouted "Your alive!"

"My dear Legolas, it's Dumbledore here, Albus Dumbledore. I've been able to travel freely between the two worlds and times for the past 150 something years. Unfortunately, elves do not have the same powers. I thought I saw you, and I think I help you get back home."

"You think you can help?" For the fist and last time in his life, Legolas was unhappy with the words "think" and "help", words he often wished he could teach Merry and Pippin, and he disliked them. "Couldn't Gandalf, I mean Dumbledore, just wave his staff,-oh wait, it's a wand here and just send me home?" the elf pondered.

"You must defeat Voldemort's hair," Dumbledore informed. Legolas had heard a lot about Voldemort form Harry and Hermione by now, and pictured an evil, unruly, snakelike man with an even more evil, unrulier and just plain dumb- looking wig.

A look confusion plastered itself to Legolas's face. With his eyebrows scrunched like that (and Orlando Bloom's good looks), Hermione and Ginny would have fainted, had they not already been sitting down. Ron didn't notice his sister's or his girlfriend's expressions due to the fact that his face was still buried in the book. Harry didn't notice either, he had seen the look on Legolas's face then realized the same look had plastered itself to his face as well. He struggled to peel it off "It appears as though I've stolen his look, and girls don't like thieves do they? Ginny has probably gotten over me by now, it's been 48 seconds and I still have the look on my face" Harry thought to himself. He decided to cover his face with his hands to hide the stolen look.

"You know, a hare, like a rabbit, evil rabbits can be rather dangerous, but very powerful, and magical creatures," Dumbledore stated. The look of confusion vanished from the elf's face. He and Dumbledore looked around at the teenagers surrounding them, and both burst out laughing

**************************************************************************** ** Chap 3 will be up soon, I hope, find out how to defeat the evil bunny!