Disclaimer: Sadly, the wonderful characters of both Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings do not belong to either of us. The plot, however, which was thought up during a long, boring block of Spanish, does.

Warning: In later chapters there will be slash which means male/male pairings--Draco/Harry, Legolas/Aragorn, Remus/Sirius. If this bothers you then click the back button now! Oh...and if you don't like the story don't bother to leave a review…flames are mean and pointless.

Summery/Plot: Voldemort and Sauron get together in order to enforce their angry wrath upon the 'heroes' that often cause the failure of their evil plans…Sadly, it doesn't go the way they planned and chaos ensues!

Chapter 5: There's A First Time For Everything

Professor Dumbledore looked at the strange gathering that stood before him, it faintly reminded him of the Passamaquoddy Convention of '73 (which was a gathering of genius oddities or was it oddities that were geniuses or odd geniuses?)…He smiled to himself.  To his left stood those from Hogwarts, most of which were bordering on looking amazed but were suspiciously keeping it hidden from the strange visitors (All except Hagrid who was gaping at them with open mouthed amazement and Mr. Longbottom whose eyes were practically bugging out of his head), Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom (who had to be revived upon being brought into his office), Draco Malfoy (who Albus gleeful noticed was standing close to Harry Potter), Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape (who looked very displeased at being disturbed, Lucius Malfoy, Rubeus Hagrid, Sibyl Trelawney ( who was trying her very best to look mystical), Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black in his human form (Neville had to be brought back from another faint after Sirius had taken human form).

To his right stood the outlandish bunch of characters that claimed to come from a land called Middle Earth. First, there was the wizard, Gandalf who reminded him greatly of an eccentric somebody though he couldn't recall who. He sat in a chair, staring off into nowhere as he smoked his pipe, apparently in deep thought. He had a long white beard, wore a strange hat, and carried a staff. Behind him to his right, his hand on the hilt of his sword was a muggle named Aragorn. Now this man, who had a mystifying air about him, reminded Albus of Sevi but that was only because of the unkempt appearance of his hair so maybe he was more like Sirius…all dark and mysterious--or it could be a combination of the two. Yes, that was it, dark and mysterious but badly in need of some decent shampoo. Standing as close as he could to the man without looking conspicuous was a rather handsome elf by the name of Legolas. This elf, noted Dumbledore, had particularly nice hair--long blond hair that was much nicer than Lucius Malfoy's. The headmaster smiled, apparently he hadn't been the only one to notice the elf's nice hair, Sevi also had--he kept glancing in the elf's direction. Next, huddled in a group, were the short, big-footed beings that called themselves Hobbits. The first one who seemed to stand out of the group called himself Frodo Baggins, and the Headmaster saw something in this Hobbits face that was greatly reminiscent of young Harry Potter. Standing beside him was a…slightly chubby Hobbit called Samwise Gamgee. Sam had a Hufflepuff air about him, loyal, and trustworthy especially towards Frodo or so it appeared. Then there was Meriadoc Brandybuck also called Merry and Peregrin Took also called Pippin who despite seriousness of the situation had a twinkle of laughter in their eyes. Now these two seemed to carry as much mischief about them as all Marauders put together. Finally there was the dwarf named Gimli. Now on a bad day, Albus Dumbledore would have said that the dwarf looked like the result of a horrible pairing between a Goblin and a House Elf, but since he was happy and stuffed on Lemon Drops the thought barely skimmed his mind. He would have been easily missed if it wasn't for his constant belching, loud voice, and fondness for food.

"What exactly is 'poofing'?" asked Ron, looking over at Dumbledore.

"I expect it is an amateur form of 'bamfing', Mr. Weasley," replied the wise, aged Headmaster.

Ron raised a brow and glanced at Hermione for an explanation. She just shook her head, either not knowing what the Headmaster meant or not wanting to even bother explaining it.

 "Lemon Drop, anyone?" asked Albus Dumbledore, motioning towards a large basket of said candy.

Gandalf looked up his brows furrowing in curiosity as he took a piece of the offered candy and popped it into his mouth, smiling slightly. The four Hobbits, never the ones to pass up food, immediately followed suit.  

"Now, if I understand correctly you were brought here by Lord Voldemort via Peter Pettigrew who is in cahoots with a Lord Sauron, a dark wizard from Middle Earth who was destroyed when the ring containing all his power was tossed into a fiery volcano," said the Headmaster.

"Apparently so," replied Gandalf.

"And you said that no spell would open the doors Remus?" asked Albus, turning to look at the werewolf.

"That's correct," said Remus Lupin, "And I can't even properly identify what spell is being used. It appears be a series of spells woven together with magic from both worlds."

"Appears," muttered Severus, "He has no idea what he is talking about. It's just his excuse for not being able to recognize and dispel a simple dark arts charm."

"He was thrown across a room, I wouldn't call that a simple dark arts charm," growled Sirius.

"Maybe it is a curse," suggested the kooky Divination professor, Trelawney.

"Oh you and your curses," snapped Minnie…uh, Minerva, "This is cursed, that is cursed!"

The whole gathering, minus Sibyl who was looking displeased and the Fellowship who were completely clueless, snickered.

"Curious…very curious," said Professor Dumbledore, "Well, there isn't much we can do but wait."

"Wait and see what they do?" asked Gandalf, "Just what I was thinking. Excellent idea."

"That's bloody frightening…It's like their reading each others mind," said Ron.

Dumbledore lip's twitched into a slight smile, "It'd be unreasonable to use the school dormitories…So instead we will be using one of the older dormitories that were once used for visiting schools. The house elves have kept it clean and it is of logical size so I believe it will do quiet nicely."

"…Where is it?" asked Hermione.

"Where is what Ms. Granger?" asked the Headmaster. 

"The room."

"Ah, yes, it is behind the portrait of the castle. To enter all you have to do is knock the portrait castle's door," explained Dumbledore, "I'm sure Sevi...erus would not mind showing our guests the whereabouts of the dormitory entrance?"

"Of course, Headmaster," said Severus and he motioned for the Fellowship to follow him before walking out of the room. All but Gandalf followed Severus out of the room.

"The rest of you are dismissed as well," said Dumbledore.

He watched as one by one, the Hogwarts staff and ex-students walked out of his office. Once the door had been closed for a considerable amount of time, he smiled.

"How about a nice game of chess?" he asked Gandalf.

"Sounds excellent," said Gandalf, sitting up, "And if you don't mind I'd love another one of those Lemon Drop things."

Albus nodded his consent and they then began their game of chess…but he really wish he knew who this wizard, Gandalf reminded him of…he was so familiar.

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"Harry, Ron and I are going to talk to Professor McGonagall," said Hermione after they had exited the Headmasters office, "I need to talk to her about my internship."

"We are?" asked Ron.

"Alright, then," said Harry, "I'll meet you in the library, then."

Hermione nodded, grabbed her boyfriend by the wrist and dragged him off in the direction to the transfiguration professor.

Harry smiled slightly and started off to the library. Waving to Neville who sat on a window seat near, his nose buried in a Herbology book, he headed for the far back of the room. There rested the table that during Harry's long years at Hogwarts had become known as 'Hermione's Table'. He was planning on picking up a book and snuggling into the old armchair that he had claimed as his own, it rested by 'Hermione's Table' but when he turned the corner he found that it was already occupied by none other than Draco Malfoy.  He was sprawled across the armchair, a book in hand. His hair was falling across his face while his eyes that were totally absorbed in what they were reading, slowly flickered over the page.

"Here's my chance," thought Harry, "I'm all alone with Draco Malfoy…"

Taking a deep, quiet breath Harry sat down at 'Hermione's Table' in the chair closest to where Draco sat.

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"Hey, Draco," said a voice from Draco's left. He knew right away the voice belonged to Harry Potter.

"Oh, hello, Harry," said Draco and he looked up at Harry with a smile but inside he frowned.

"He could never love me…"

"Is, um, anything wrong?" asked Harry, "You've seemed unhappy."

Draco blinked and sat up straight. Trying and failing to hide the surprise in his voice, "You've noticed?"

"Of course I've noticed," said Harry, "Why wouldn't I…You haven't been acting like yourself?"

Draco laughed derisively, "You mean I haven't been acting like a stuck-up, slimy git?"

Harry stammered, "No, that's not what I mean at all."

Draco could, to his dismay, feel his heart melt at Harry's attempt to not hurt his feelings. Yes, he really did like Harry but the idea of him going all soft over someone despite how much he had change from the haughty Slytherin he once had been, still unnerved him somewhat.

"There's no reason to lie to me, Harry. I know I was a real pain," said Draco, "You hated me, don't pretend that you didn't. I don't deserve that."

"Now don't say that," said Harry with a frown and he tentatively placed a hand on Draco's arm, "No one deserves to feel horrible if they really want to change for the better…If you truly feel sorry for what you did, that's all that matters."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" asked Draco, "I've done nothing but been mean to you all our years at Hogwarts."

"Well, I…I…," said Harry, his eyes quickly moving nervously to Draco's and then away again, "Everyone deserves a second chance."

"Could he like me? No…not possible. He deserves better," thought Draco, "Well, why not? I am a Slytherin after all. It's worth taking the risk…"

Taking a deep mental breath, Draco Malfoy leaned forward and kissed Harry Potter, Gryffindor's Golden Boy, upon the lips.

"If this is torture," he thought as the kiss became more intimate, "Chain me to the wall!"

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"There's that dwarf," said Ron, nodding towards the short, red-bearded fellow that was walking towards him, "Doesn't look very approachable does he?"

`"Now, Ron, I'm sure he's perfectly nice after all he's friends with that char…I mean, that han…um…oh dear."

"Just go ahead and say it 'Mione," said Ron with a hint of resignation.

"With that charming, handsome, gorgeous elf, Legolas," said Hermione, letting out a lofty sigh and then she added quickly, "Not that he's my type."

"Ah, hullo, to ya," said Gimli heartily, stopping in front of Hermione and Ron, "Just having a look about, it's a big place ya got here."

That was enough to get Hermione started, she immediately told Gimli the in depth history of Hogwarts castle.

"You know quite a lot," commented Gimli.

"Well, that's Hermione for you," said Ron, "There's nothing she doesn't know. She was top of our class, best student Hogwarts has seen in years!"

"Intelligent and beautiful," said Gimli, "I have not seen the likes of such since I left the wood of the Elven queen, Galadriel. Ah, now there was a women."

"Me?" squeaked Hermione, "Oh, I don't know…"

"An' modest!" cried Gimli, "I think ya are the fairest lady I have ever set eyes upon. Pure in face an' soul!"

"Oh…thank you," said Hermione, laughing nervously.

Ron leaned over to Hermione and whispered "'Mione, I think he's hitting on you…"

"Don't be silly, Ron," admonished Hermione.

"She glows with an inner light as beautiful as mithril an' her eyes flicker like fire, holding the wisdom of the Elvish race an' the intelligence of great Kings and Queens," continued Gimli, "Not even a fine, buxom Dwarf lass could compare to ya."

 "Ah, thank you," stammered Hermione, "But Ron and I best be going, Harry is expecting us in the library…"

"Alright, fair Hermione," said the red-bearded dwarf, "I'll see ya soon, maybe over a drink."

"Um, okay, maybe…If I'm not busy," stuttered Hermione, "And I'm always very busy with Ron, I mean…I don't have much free time, my hands are usually full, not with Ron, with um, school work of course!"

Ron stifled a laugh as Hermione grabbed him about the arm and dragged him off in the direction of the library, leaving behind a very enamored Gimli behind.

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"I'm kissing Draco Malfoy and it's wonderful," thought Harry,  "I'm kissing…Bloody hell! I'm kissing Draco Malfoy!"

Harry wretched himself away from Draco, his heart throbbing. He meet his silvery gaze, at the confusion and hurt behind Draco's eyes…and the love…was it love or lust? I want him so badly but this can't happen…this isn't right! Me and Draco--he's a Malfoy. He's changed though…I can see it. This is so confusing…I don't know whether I love him or not! I…I can't do this to him if I'm not sure.

"Harry?" whispered Draco, his voice soft, almost brittle.

"I...I'm sorry," stammered Harry, and he jumped to his feet and rushed out of the library, his thoughts racing and his heart pounding.