A Harry Potter Intro.

Ron Weasley rushed down the stairs from the Boy's Dormitory with a black backpack slung over his shoulder. His girlfriend, Hermione Granger was sitting in the Common Room, ready to leave. They were going with their best friend, Harry Potter, on a camping trip for a few days before Christmas. Hermione was busy reading The Lord of the Rings books again. Ron didn't see why she would want to read the same muggle books over and over again.

"Hermione, you're not seriously reading that again," Ron asked, sitting down next to her.

"What if I am?" she snapped back.

"You read them every year. You even had to get all three books in one so you wouldn't leave a book at home." Hermione rolled her eyes, and kept reading. When Ron didn't get a response, he tried to take the book away from her. Hermione retorted by hitting him with the book. Ron groaned, and fell back onto the couch again. Harry came down to find Hermione reading her book, and Ron reading the newspaper she had gotten him. It updated itself daily, so he wouldn't have to keep on buying copies of the Daily Prophet.

"Ready to go?" he asked the both of them. They looked up, and both put away their reading material.

"Sure," replied Ron. He handed Hermione her backpack, and then picked up his. Just as they were about to leave, Neville Longbottom came rushing into the Common Room.

"Ron, Hermione, Harry! Professor Dumbledore wants to see you all before you leave!" He announced. Harry moaned, but nodded. The trio left the Common Room, and went to the Head Master's office.

"You wanted to see us, Professor?" Harry asked, quietly when they entered his office. Professor Dumbledore motioned to the three seats in front of his desk, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione took their seats.

"Ah, yes. I have a request for you three. A good friend of mine as just died, and I need you three you guide his friends, so they can finish their task," Dumbledore explained.

"I'm sorry that your friend died, Professor," replied Hermione.

"Thank you, Hermione. Would you three be up to the task?" he asked.

"Professor, as you know, we're going camping for a few days. We were leaving today with everyone else," Harry said.

Dumbledore smiled. "I know that Harry. You'll enjoy this quest, if that's what you want to call it, if you were going camping. It would mean a great deal to the both of us if you helped." Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, who both shrugged.

"Okay, Professor. We'll help you. What do we have to do?" Harry asked.

"As I said, my friend has died, and he was leading a group of 9 on a quest. Your job is to help them complete their quest."

Ron asked, "What kind of quest?"

"It's complicated. All I can tell you, is that your knowledge, especially Miss Granger's will help you all. Is that clear. Your jobs are to help these people through the death of my friend, and then destroying evil."

"So it's like Voldemort? You have to kill the person?" Ron asked.

"Yes and no, Mr. Weasley. You'll see when you get there," explained Dumbledore.

"So, how do we get to wherever we're going?" Harry asked.

"A special portkey," Dumbledore stood up, and motioned towards the old boot on the floor. Harry, Ron, and Hermione went to gather around the boot, but Dumbledore held Hermione back.

"I want you to give this to the man in charge of the group. You'll know who he is; his name will appear on the envelope when you get there." Hermione slipped the envelope into her robes, and took her place next to Ron. Ron wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist as she grabbed hold of the boot.

"Ready?" he whispered into her ear. Hermione nodded. She was nervous, not knowing where they were going. Harry looked worried too, but they trusted Dumbledore, so things couldn't get that bad.

"Good luck you three," Dumbledore said. Then, the room began to spin, and Harry felt like he was being crushed. The spinning stopped, and Harry looked around. They were in some type grove. The trees were glowing a bluish-white, and the buildings were built into them. Hermione was staring at the envelope Professor Dumbledore had given her, wide eyed.

"What's wrong? Who's the envelope for?" Ron asked.

"It says, 'Lord Aragorn'. But that's not possible, Aragorn's from The Lord of the Rings books," she paused. "Guys, where are we?"