Losing A Knut and Finding A Galleon
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Chapter 9- Crossing Wires
Gandalf was riding through England's woods. These were not times when a wizard could ride the roads, so he lived in the woods, where he felt safest. Here was his home, not in the stone tower of Comerë, but in tranquil woods. It just so happens that this wizard was riding through Kent, and the heat wave was still there, but it had no affect on the White One, for he had experienced far more heat on his home dimension in the Battle of Gondor/Middle Earth, the heat of the Sun was nothing compared to the feel of another's heat no more that an inch away from you're face, the rush of adrenaline and the strength of steel, and the heat of panic was true heat. Through the trees, Gandalf saw the biggest non-horse-drawn cart in his life, no wait he told himself aren't they called cars? He made to gallop away, as not to expose himself to awkward questions. But he was not fast enough.
"Hey! You in the white robe! Are you looking for something?" Gandalf turned around and saw a tall, bespectacled, skinny boy with jet-black hair that looked extremely unkempt.
Gandalf turned around without moving the horse, closing his eyes in despair as he did so.
"No, I'm just wandering. What's that in your back pocket?" The boy looked amazed at how he had seen through to his back pocket.
"What makes you think that I have something in my back pocket? What is your staff for? It's not for walking; it's too well designed." At that moment a man with black hair down in to his shoulders (unkempt as well)
"Harry who're you talking to?" The man looked up at Gandalf, and did the strangest thing; he turned into a scraggy black dog. The boy called Harry looked petrified, as the man-turned-dog started to sniff Gandalf. The dog turned back into a man, and said to the boy.
"Harry, he's a wizard, but not like anything I've smelled before," he turned to Gandalf "You are something else, you are a wizard, but somewhat more powerful. May I see your wand?"
"Wand? I use no wand, I use my staff here for magic, and I am not like you. I am similar to a wizard, but I am an Itsari, a more powerful vessel of magic."
Gandalf never took his eyes off the boy when he said this, but there was something disquieting about him. It was his eyes, beneath the vivid green, there seemed to lay an evil, or at least something that Gandalf didn't recognize.
"So, what's you're name?" asked Harry. Gandalf was shocked for a minute, not used to people not knowing his name.
"People call me Gandalf"
"Is that it? Just Gandalf, no surname?" The one Gandalf took to be his father stepped in at that point.
"Harry, don't be so forward, so do you have a surname?"
"Some say it is Greyhame, others Stormcrow, but I call myself Dumbledore, when I have need of a second name"
"Mr. Dumbledore, please, come through to our home. We have to talk."
Gandalf tied up Shaddalion, thankful for the rest.
It turned out that the man who could turn into a dog was called Sirius, which was ironic, because Sirius is the Dog Star in all dimensions. Despite what Gandalf saw in Harry, he turned out to be a really nice person. The first question they asked was (obviously)
"Are you related to Albus Dumbledore?"
"I've never heard of him" Gandalf lied.
"Oh, wow, that's really strange because it's not as though Dumbledore's a name that's too common."
"Just a coincidence, I suppose. My kin and I are not permitted to have surnames, or at least, not any we can tell anyone but our brothers. I may even have forgotten my real name."
"Gandalf isn't you're real name?" Harry asked.
"No, and to save you asking the next question, no I can't tell you my real name either."
"So, what did you say your job was?" asked Sirius. The man seemed subdued, not enough to seem rude, but enough for someone to notice. It was as though something was behind his eyes too, but not like Harry's eyes, they were scars of the soul.
"Look, I know this seems rude and imposing, but I have to know, what are you hiding from me? It isn't like usual privacy, you've been toying with something in your soul, something obviously disturbing."
"Who the hell are you? You're lying about not knowing Dumbledore, you notice too much in a person. Tell us the truth about who you are and what you do."
"You are right in saying I do not know Dumbledore, but I was not lying when I said I wasn't related to him. He is the reason I found this dimension. I have been contacting him regularly for the past fifty years. He is unique among you're kind. On my dimension I suppose he would be called a Seeker, one who seeks the Higher Path, but is not one of us. But he is too powerful to be one of you."
"But you still haven't answered my question. Who are you, and what do you do."
The room shook. Darkness gathered, and the lights went out. Gandalf drew himself up to his full awesome height and bellowed in a magically recurred voice:
"I am Gandalf the White, Head of the Wise Council of Middle Earth, protector of the Shire and all dominions of the West and any I can access. I am Mithrandir, Steward of The King of Power, the Right hand of The Lord of White, for whom I am in pursuit."
The small boy showed no sign of fear; he sat impassively as a teenager does when watching a party magician, doing tricks he could do blindfolded. Strangely, his eyes flashed grey; Gandalf sensed that he had stirred the hidden evil. Sirius on the other hand looked petrified. The room brightened once more, and Harry's eyes went back to vivid green, unaware of that which had stirred. Still showing no emotion, Harry looked at the clock.
"Well, if the floor show is over, I have homework to do. Goodnight Sirius, good night Grey Wanderer." And he went to his room.
Gandalf was stunned.
"Where did he learn Elfish?"
"He doesn't know elfish, Gandalf"
"There is something strange about your son, Sirius. Either he's a powerful demon or an Itsari, for no one has ever, ever just sat there impassively when I get angry."
What is in that boy? What ever it is, I must deal with it and soon. He will have to take the Test Gandalf lay on his bed in the living room. I have certainly found something here tonight. Could it link with the prophecy? Whatever he is, it is no coincidence that we met.
A/N: I won't know whether you will like it or not, but here you go! Hope Gandalf seems legitimate enough for LOTR.