Chapter 3: The Heir of Elendil

Later that day across the Atlantic Ocean in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, sat a perfectly ordinary muggle teenager, by the name of Isildur Aragorn Taylor, (at least he always thought he was). Isildur was also different from other teenagers, for one he kept his hair at shoulder langth and only pulled it back into a pony tail when he was at school. He also wore contact lenses; his eyes were the deepest shade of blues possible, they were like deep dark blue pools that went on endlessly.

He was sitting on the back deck of his home reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, when suddenly an owl swooped down and dropped an envelope into his lap. The envelope was made of what looked like parchment and was exactly the same as the one Harry had just gotten in the book he was reading, except for the name and address. He looked at it and saw on the front of it in green ink Isildur Aragorn Taylor, the Back Deck, 15 Degrassi Street, Toronto, Ontario. He turned it over and saw the Hogwarts crest on the seal on the envelope. He opened it and read

Dear Isildur,

I know what you are thinking isn't Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizirardry just something in a book. First let me tell you that it is very real, and second that it sometimes does happen that a person does not receive his or her letter until a later age. I am sending you this letter to inform you that your presence at Hogwarts is required for a very special task. I will explain more when I come to pick you up as soon as you have finished reading this letter.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Order of Merlin, First Class Grand Sorc. Chef. Warlock, Supreme Mug ump, International Confed. of Wizards).

He locked at his watch and realised that Dumbledore would be there in 5 minutes. He wondered how he would get there, would he come by floo powder or would he apperate.

Well he was wondering this Dumbledore apperated on the front porch (he also cast a spell so that the neighbors would forget they saw him do this). Then there was a knock at the door and Isildur's mother opened it. There standing on the front porch was Albus Dumbledore.

He said in a very polite and friendly voice "Ah you must be Mrs. Taylor, may I speak to your son Isildur please."

She replied "Why yes of course you can I'll just go get him why don't you make yourself comfortable on the coach over there in the living room."

She then went outside and said "Isildur there's some one here to see you."

When Isildur walked into the house and over to the living room he saw there sitting on the coach Albus Dumbledore. Isildur just stared at him wondering if this was all just some sort of joke.

Then Dumbledore said "I know what you are thinking and no this is not a joke. Now we must get going to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies before we head to Hogwarts."

Isildur then asked "Can I pack my bags first before we go?"

Dumbledore said yes and that he would help out.

So they went up to Isildur's room to pack for his year at Hogwarts. He packed some Jeans, T- shirts, socks and underwear, as well as an extra pair of shoes (just in case), he also packed his copy of the Lord of the Rings (all three volumes in one hardcover edition) and his copies of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and of course Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Isildur then looked over to the wall that held his most prized possession his replica of Narsil (the sword that both his name sakes carried and used in the Lord of the Rings books.)

"Should I bring it" he thought to himself.

Again as if he could read his thoughts Dumbledore said "Yes you should bring it you never know when it may come in handy."

So he put the sword in its sheath and put it around his waste. Even though Isildur was fairly tall the tip of the sword just barely scraped the ground when he wore it in this fashion. After that they went down to the living room.