Minerva: So…its been awhile…
Artemis: Yeah, is there anyone still here? Its been like a year…
Minerva: So many excuses so little space…
Artemis: I'll just be leaving then…
Minerva: And where do you think that you are going :freezes with Magical Baguette:
Artemis: Er…I think I'm going to Japan but…
Minerva: BITCH! I will CURSE you avec mon bagette!
Artemis::Runs away to Japan:
Chapter 7: Somnio Abnocto
Setting off from Rivendell surprised Harry. There was very little fanfare, and only
Elrond came to bid the Fellowship goodbye. Although, when he thought of it, the lack of
fanfare shouldn't be surprising, after all he was nobody in the land. Actually it was rather
refreshing. However, the constant bickering between Ron and Hermione was anything
but. Harry was sure by the time that they got to Mordor that he would be ready to throw
Ron and Hermione into the volcano with the ring! He was also sure that the other
members of the fellowship would help him when the time came. To be quite honest
Harry himself was feeling a bit unattached. With Ron and Hermione constantly bickering
and Luna's insistent staring into space, the raven-haired boy had no one to really talk to.
He didn't trust the others in the Fellowship, besides his own friends. Especially the
way that the old wizard, Gandalf had attempted to pry into Harry's mind. What else
could these beings do? Back home, Harry had never heard of elves that were not house-
elves and he did not know if the elves here possessed special magical powers. The
hobbits looked like little men, although they seemed to be completely muggle. And the
dwarf, Harry had no clue what to think of him. Harry could sense the distrust of Boromir
and the befuddlement of Strider, although both emotions from these two men were well
hidden. The hobbits kept to themselves so much that Harry had had little contact with
them so far, except for when Sam would steal angry, protective looks towards Ron and
Harry whenever Frodo got close to either one of them.
One night, while sitting around a campfire (which Hermione had charmed to not appear
to anyone except the group) Harry was surprised and a little alarmed that Gandalf was
trying to engage him in a conversation.
"Where you come from you use wands for your magic?"
"Yes," was the short reply. There was an awkward silence.
"And what is your wizard's title?"
Harry looked up for the first time and asked, "What?"
"Your title! For I am Gandalf the Grey and I suppose that you would be something such as Harry the Green, or your friend Ron the Red."
From where he was sitting, for once not arguing with Hermione, Ron burst out laughing. Gandalf raised an eyebrow.
"And what is it that you find so funny young man?"
"Well its just this one time my sister sent Harry a singing valentine about…"
Harry shot Ron a death glare. Ron stopped talking.
"What prêt ell is a Valentine and why would such a creature sing?"
This made both Ron and Harry burst into giggles. Now it was Hermione's turn to glare.
"Really boys, it is not kind to make fun of other people. A valentine is a profession of
love or friendship from one person to another on a certain day each year. Where we
come from love is celebrated once a year, and Ron's younger sister once sent such a
profession to Harry. And Ronald still seems to think that its funny despite a certain song
that was written about HIM last year!"
Ron blushed deep red. Under her breath, Luna started humming, 'Weasely is our King.'
Gandalf just shook his head at the antics of these human children.
Hermione continued to explain. "Where we come from witches and wizards don't have
titles such as 'Gandalf the Grey.' I guess the closest we come to titles such as that is
what house we are sorted in at school. Harry, Ron, and I are in Gryffindor, a house
prized for the courage its inhabitants have, and Luna is in Ravenclaw, a house that prizes
intelligence and learning."
"Would you then be called Hermione the Gryffindor or Luna the Ravenclaw?"
Even Hermione couldn't help giggle at this one.
"No, we're just called by our given names. Well all of us except Harry…he is called The-Boy-Who-Lived."
Gandalf look curious and Harry shot Hermione a furious glance.
"And how did you get such a title?" The old wizard inquired.
"It doesn't matter. If you don't mind I think I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight."
Harry stomped off to his sleeping place on the ground. Hermione winced.
"I probably shouldn't have said anything. Harry has been very…sensitive as of late."
"When the star fades so does the sun," Luna said in her normal absent-minded voice.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but Gandalf nodded as if this statement made sense.
"Is this what is troubling young Harry?"
"There are lots of things troubling Harry, none of which are your business." Ron shot at
Gandalf. "You need to be more careful of what you say Hermione." With that Ron went
to go check on his best friend. It seemed that this little tiff had caught the attention of the
other members of the Fellowship.
"It has been a long time since I have seen eyes so old in one so young." Aragorn commented to his elven friend.
"He reminds me of a certain young hobbit, he bears too much burden for one man."
Aragorn nodded in agreement. "I feel that there is more to this young man than what appears. We shall have to watch him closely."
Aragorn turned to the others. "I feel that is time that we all get some rest, Legolas and I
will keep watch for now."
There was a silent agreement from everyone.
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind
the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again…
But as he reached the ground and sprinted toward the dais, Lupin gabbed Harry around
the chest, hold him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry--"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"Its too late, Harry--"
"We can still reach him--"
Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go…
"There's nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…He's gone."
"Sirius, Sirius,"
"SIRIUS SIRIUS SIRIUS!" Harry yelled in his sleep.
"Harry, mate, you got to wake up! Harry its only a dream." Ron was beside Harry trying to get him to wake up.
Harry opened his eyes, a cold sweat on his forehead. "Ron! We have to save him, we can still reach him!"
Ron shook his head sadly.
"Harry, Sirius is gone, and we aren't even at Hogwarts anymore, come on mate."
Then Harry remembered the last year.
"I should have been able to save him Ron…I…" But what Harry was wasn't stated, a curley haired short man appeared in front of Harry and Ron.
"And what are you two up to? Screamin' like that, why you could have woken Mr. Frodo!"
Ron glared. "This is not the time Samwise. Go away."
Sam narrowed his eyes. "I don' know what you are up to, but I will find out."
"Samwise Gamgee, you stop that this instant. Young Harry has never threatened you nor
your Mr. Frodo. Go back to sleep, for there are only a couple hours left in the night."
"But…"
"Go." Samwise shot Harry and Ron one last dirty look before heading back to his section of camp.
"Are you alright Harry?"
Harry stared up at the older man, embarrassed. "I'm fine," he muttered.
"Here eat this," Aragorn said handing the raven-haired boy some sort of plant.
"What is it?"
"Somnio Abnocto it should keep away any nightmares you might have for the rest of the night. Eat it and sleep young Harry, you will need your rest, there is another long day ahead of us tomorrow."
Aragorn disappeared in the shadows of the night.
'Strange man,' was all that Harry was able to think before drifting off back to sleep.
Harry awoke the next morning to the sound of swords clashing. He grabbed his wand
and went to investigate what was happening, his heart pounding. He stood ready to
attack around the corner when he saw…Boromir and Aragorn clashing swords with
Pippin.
"Get away from the blade Pippin…on your toes…good, very good…I want you to react, not think." Boromir instructed the hobbit. Harry lets out a sigh of relief, there was not danger after all.
With some amusement Harry watched as Boromir got Pippin in the hand, and Pippin threw
down his sword. He kicked and lunged at the man, tackling him to the ground. Harry
joined in the laughter. The only member of the fellowship not laughing was Legolas,
who was looking off at a dark patch in the distance.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
"Crebain from Dunland! Hide!" Legolas said in an urgent voice. Not really
understanding, Harry hide under the rocks with the rest of the group. Hermione looked
especially frightened. "What's happening Harry?"
"I don't…"
"Shh! Aragorn said harshly. Above them Harry could see large crows circling over them.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered.
The crows swoop in another direction, away from the Fellowship.
"Spies of Saruman. The passage to the South is being watched. We must take the pass of Caradhras!"
"The pass of whaty what?" Ron questioned. He was ignored. Harry wasn't sure what
was going on, but he felt as if something had come over him, a strange darkness that he
only felt a couple of times in his life…namely right before he was about to face the Dark
Lord. 'This isn't going to be as easy as I thought.'
"Hermione what's that heating charm again?" Ron asked in a whiny voice.
"Ronald Weasley, I know that it is cold and that you are tired, but this is ridiculous, I have already taught you that spell four times!"
"But it keeps wearing off…"
"Too bad, you need to learn to pay closer attention when other's are teaching you things."
Not even the bitter cold seemed to qualm Ron and Hermione's bickering. Harry rolled
his eyes and muttered a charm at Ron. Ron smiled.
"Thanks mate, I needed that."
Right now the Fellowship was treading up a huge mountain, covered in snow. Harry had
never been so cold in his life. All he could think about was the nice warm Gryffindor fire
that he would be most likely be sitting by right now if he was back at Hogwarts.
Suddenly Legolas stopped. "There is a fell voice in the air."
"Saruman." Stated Gandalf.
Harry heard rumbling from above. There were rocks tumbling down the mountain.
"He is trying to bring down the mountain! We must turn back, "Aragorn yells over the
sound of the rumbling rocks.
"No!" Gandalf yelled back. Harry didn't understand why this old man was refusing to
leave. Did he have a death wish? 'This is not the way I am supposed to die,' Harry
thought.
An avalanche of snow came tumbling down on the small group of people, and it blocked
the path that the travelers had been following.
"We must go down the mountain." Boromir exclaimed.
"We can go through the mines of Moria." Gimli interjected. Harry noticed the worried
face of Gandalf. There was something bad in the Mines, and Harry couldn't help but feel
that they were only making their situation worse.
"Let the ring bearer decide."
The look of the world resting on his shoulders in Frodo's eyes so reminded Hermione of
Harry that she gasped. Those two were more similar than they realized.
"We will go through the mines," Frodo announced.
"So be it."
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