Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings – belongs to Tolkien. Harry Potter – belongs to J.k.Rowling.
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Dumbledore drummed his desk with his fingers watching Harry tell his story. Harry was always so much fun to listen to because he made the best sound effects and used big dramatic hand actions to describe interesting things…like the explosion that just happened in Snape's classroom.
"…And then it went BOOM!" Harry waved his hands above his head to imitate the potion flying into the air, "…And then there was a lot of smoke and we could hardly see…" Harry covered his eyes, showing how the smoke clouded his vision. Dumbledore smiled and nodded. Such a great imagination, thought Dumbledore, maybe I should offer him a job as Hogwart's Official Teller of the Tales…
"…Anyway…I couldn't find them anywhere, and I even looked under the tables! So I thought to myself, something is not normal Harry; you should go tell Professor Dumbledore. So here I am."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, and was just about to ask Harry if he had taken anything illegal that morning, when Neville burst through the door of his office. Thrusting Hermione's book onto Dumbledore's table he said, nearly in tears,
"Something's wrong with the book!"
Dumbledore opened the offending article, and flicked through it. The words of the book were melting away. The last pages of the book were already blank, and, working back to
front, the rest of the books words were disappearing.
He blinked in shock when he turned to the front of the book though, for he couldn't believe what he was reading…
…Severus peered around the corner and watched an old man in grey pick up a small gold ring from the fireplace and hand it to the childlike creature standing beside him. Who, Severus noted, hadn't washed his feet in what must have been a lifetime. They were grubby, bare and extremely hairy…
"Ah." Said Dumbledore as he set the book down on the table. Clearing his throat, he looked up at Harry,
"We seem to have a tiny problem Harry. The problem being that Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley and Professor Snape are in this book."
Harry stared blankly at the Headmaster, then said,
"So…when you say they are in this book, what exactly do you mean?"
"I mean that they are in the story. The book is re-writing itself to involve them…and through their actions the story will be changed and altered…but don't you see Harry…that if the story's characters do not end up doing what they are meant to do…" Dumbledore paused for the drama of the moment, "…all of reality itself will be UNDONE!".
"But why?"
"What?" said Dumbledore taken aback, not expecting anything else but a dramatic gasp.
"Why will all reality be undone? It's only a story. And anyway, how do you know reality will be undone? Has it happened before?" Harry rambled on with his questions until Dumbledore screamed 'SILENCE!"
"Ok…Harry, quite simply, if the story does not end the way it is meant to, your friends and Professor Snape will be stuck in fiction-land forever. And that would freak a lot of people out. Especially the God Of Muggle Fiction…" At this point Harry interrupted him, amazed,
"There's a GOD of muggle fiction???"
"Yes! Anyway, it would freak him out…and piss him off…for you see; Lord Of The Rings was his best creation! And if it was to be ruined…well… we'd all feel his wrath by him undoing reality as we know it!"
"Whoa. That's heavy."
"Of course it is!" Dumbledore sighed in relief, safe in the knowledge that this scene was to end on his next line,
"I just hope our three story-crashers figure that out in time…"
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Gandalf glared at the black-robed man standing in the doorframe. From behind him, two children were looking around, one of who, the redhead, kept touching the ceiling and laughing happily. He didn't like the look on the pale intruders face. It was awfully familiar…
"What have you heard? And who are you!" shouted Gandalf. Snape stood forward and sneered slightly,
"Professor Severus Snape, Potions Master at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And you are…?" he asked feeling slightly superior over the grey-cloaked man in front of him.
"I am Gandalf the Grey."
From behind Gandalf, the barefooted creature that Snape had been disgusted by jumped forward excitedly,
"I'm Frodo son of Drogo! And looky-looky at my ring! Gandalf the wizard told me it was important! Ooooo this is getting so exciting!!!"
Snape felt like flicking the little man away, but refrained from doing so after hearing that this Gandalf was a wizard.
"Ah you're a wizard then?" he asked Gandalf, "Then you will have heard of Hogwarts. So tell me, where are we? And can we use your fireplace to get back to where we want to be?"
Gandalf blinked in bewilderment.
"Why would you want to use the fireplace? What would be the point in that? And what do you mean Hogwarts?"
"The school man, the school!" Snape felt like he was trying to bring down a stone wall with only a spoon as his aid. The man Gandalf was obviously a batty old fool, probably not a wizard at all… but still, you've got to laugh at loony muggles.
Several hours after an embarrassing incident of trying to use his wand to show off to Gandalf, Snape sat huffing in a corner. Stupid Gandalf, thought Snape, stupid Gandalf and his magical staff! He probably jinxed my wand! Stupid Hermione and Ron for being happy and having tea with that barefooted ninny!
Snape watched from his dark little corner as Hermione and Frodo chatted happily about Shire history and Ron stuffed his face. And what was all that nonsense about a ring? And what was with that silly little poem Gandalf the Stupid kept reciting? One ring to rule them all…? Hah! Well if the Elves and Dwarves and mortal men let this evil guy forge a ring to overpower theirs it served them right. From what he'd seen of this blasted country already made him want to forge an evil ring and kill everybody…. Across the room Frodo laughed loudly, spraying food over the table. This made Snape narrow his eyes and add to his thoughts, and you my little friend would be the first on my list…
A/N : Ok there was chapter two! If you like please tell me! If you hate…well…I can't please everybody!