Title: Love of my Soul
Author: Artemis Luna Diana
E-Mail: artemislunadiana@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Genre: AU, Crossover, Romance
Pairing: Harry Potter/Legolas
Time: HP: Harry's seventh year; LotR: after the quest, Aragorn is king, Frodo & Gandalf have left, Sam, Merry, & Pippin are in the Shire, and Legolas and Gimli are wandering around Middle-Earth. Note: Legolas has not begun the colony of Woodland Elves at Ithilien, and Gimli is not the Lord of the Glittering Caves.
Summary: Crossover b/w Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter. Something Albus Dumbledore says leads Harry to believe that if he bonds with his soul mate, then he would have a better chance of defeating Voldemort. He shares this with Hermione and Ron who help him find a soul mate search spell. The three cast the spell late one night, but something goes wrong. After the spell is complete, Hermione and Ron are unconscious, and Harry has vanished.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings, though I wish I did, and am not making any money off of this little piece of fiction. It is simply for my own enjoyment.
Thanks to: snapeysnapesnape for the excellent beta
WARNING!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH!!! THAT IS SAME SEX PAIRINGS, MAN ON MAN ACTION!!! DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ!!!
Chapter Two: The Problem
Hermione woke to softly spoken voices. Her head was throbbing from a magical overload. She recognized the feeling. She'd had one once before, during sixth year. She felt weak, and didn't bother trying to open her eyes just yet. She lay there a few moments, not focusing on anything; the voices in the background soothed her with their fuzzy tones. She could feel herself beginning to drift into sleep, when one of the voices grew a little louder.
"We have to find Harry! He's obviously been kidnapped! Someone took advantage of their vulnerability and snatched him!"
"Sirius, please calm down."
"I bet it was Snape! He supposedly found them."
"Severus didn't have time to kidnap Harry, and even if he did, he wouldn't have."
Hermione fought to open her eyes. There was something wrong with Harry? What had happened?
"Albus! Something is wrong!"
"Calm down, Hermione. Relax," said the soothing voice of Headmaster Dumbledore.
Hermione wanted to scream in frustration. Relax! When Harry was in danger? Impossible! It felt as though it took every fiber of her being to open her eyes. "Ha – a – ar – Har – ry," she croaked.
"Just calm down," Dumbledore repeated. "Take it slow. Minerva, get a glass of water."
Professor McGonagall helped her sit up and drink from a glass of water, then laid her back on the bed. Her eyes wanted to shut, she was exhausted. But she couldn't sleep yet. What had happened to Harry? "Harry?" she whispered hoarsely.
Dumbledore sighed softly. "Rest first. We'll tell you everything when you wake again."
"No!" Hermione protested. With all of her strength, she reached out and gripped the headmaster's arm. "Please…"
"He's missing, Hermione. Professor Snape found you and Mr. Weasley in the astronomy tower unconscious. He believes that Harry was with you, and whatever spell you cast is what caused him to vanish."
Hermione shook her head weakly. "Can't be. Le chéri de la ma Âme." She couldn't stay awake any longer. A tear slipped down her cheek. "Le chéri de la ma Âme." Her eyes closed.
"What is that?" Sirius demanded.
"It's French," McGonagall said, glancing at Dumbledore. "But I don't know what it means."
Dumbledore stood up from his seat on Hermione's bed. "It means 'Love of my Soul.'" He glanced down at Hermione. "Unfortunately, I have a very good idea of what happened to Harry."
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Headmaster Albus Dumbledore sat at his desk in his office at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In his office with him were Arthur and Molly Weasley, Sirius Black, Minerva McGonagall, and Severus Snape. He had decided not to summon the Grangers as there was no threat to Hermione, and they didn't need to know what happened to Harry.
"The spell that they cast is called 'Le chéri de la ma Âme,'" he said. "Translated it means, 'Love of my Soul.' It is an old French soul spell."
"A soul spell?" Molly gasped. "Why were they… how could they…"
Dumbledore held up a hand. "Despite the fact that it is a soul spell. Normally, it isn't dangerous. This time it was."
"Why? Did they cast it wrong?" Sirius asked.
"Oh no, they cast it perfectly. The problem is in the nature of the spell." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. "Do you realize how rare true soul mates are? Most people find someone that is a compatible soul and believe that they have found their soul mate. They can live their entire lives together, completely in love, they could probably even complete each other's sentences, but they still aren't true soul mates. This spell finds your true soul mate; the one whom you fit with perfectly. Instead of completing each other's sentences, they can speak to each other telepathically. Their entire beings are merged and the abilities of both are shared between them."
McGonagall stopped him. "I don't understand, what do you mean?"
Dumbledore leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "Here's an example. Say a vampire and a wizard discover they are true soul mates. They bond. Both are now immortal, and neither needs to drink blood to do so."
"Oh my," Arthur breathed.
"This doesn't explain what happened to Potter," Snape pointed out.
"Normally, when this spell is cast, the seeker, in this case Harry, would be given an image of their soul mate, his or her name, and general location. However, Harry's soul mate is not of this world."
"What?" Sirius asked dumbfounded. The others had similar expressions on their faces.
"Twice before, a seeker has been pulled out of our world and thrust into another. They are placed in close proximity to their soul mate and left there. Once the seeker finds his or her soul mate and bonds, then the spell pulls both of them back to our world."
"So you're saying that Harry is in some other world with his true soul mate, and for him to come back, he has to find his soul mate and bond with her," McGonagall asked.
"Exactly."
"How long will that take?" Arthur asked.
Dumbledore sighed. "That is all up to Harry and his soul mate."
"How long did it take the other two?" Snape asked.
"One returned in three days, and the other…" Dumbledore hesitated, "…came back six years after the spell was cast."
"In Merlin's name," McGonagall breathed.
"Isn't there anything we can do?" Sirius asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," Dumbledore replied regretfully.
"What about Ron and Hermione?" Molly asked.
"They are unconscious because it was their combined power that sent Harry from this world and created a way for him and his soul mate to return. Under normal circumstances, none of them would have been unconscious for even a second. In a few days, they should be up and moving around, although their magic reserves won't be fully restored for several weeks."
The room was quiet for a bit. "Why did they want to do this in the first place?" Sirius asked bitterly.
"I believe that would be my fault," Dumbledore admitted. "Harry and I were talking, I don't even remember what was said exactly, but he mentioned soul mates, and I said something along the lines of 'that would be very valuable in the fight against Voldemort.' I didn't think anything of it. I had no idea he would go searching for a spell to find his true soul mate. I wasn't thinking. I should have realized that he would have done it."
No one knew what to say to the old wizard. What could they say? And what would they all do when Voldemort found out that Harry was gone? What if it took six years for Harry to return? What would the Dark Lord accomplish without the Boy-Who-Lived to stop him?
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TBC…