Title: Rain Child
Author: The last of the forgotten
Sum: Grima gets transported to the Hp world, joy and meets the angsty lonely powerful Boy-Who-Lived, will be slash later on.
Disc: don't own, don't sue me, thier Jk's and Tolkien's
Chapter One
Grima scowled at the mirror image of himself. It was odd to look at one's self so much. Turning away from the face that he knew so well, Grima sat down at his large desk. Picking up a letter that he had written, Grima sighed and looked at the potriat of his love, Eowyn. So fair and beautiful, unlike him, how could anyone love a man such as him? Grima thought that he wasn't that bad looking, but then agian he could see why no one would wish to love him. Running a reverent hand over the picture, Grima stood not noticing the black cloud forming above him.
Then, Grima felt a sensation that was quite different then anything he felt. He felt like he was being sucked up and trying to grab onto anything at all, Grima was only able to get his large black journal. Feeling like he was on some wild ride, Grima was at last dropped down into a soft bed of moss. Looking around himself, Grima noticed that he was in a forest of some kind. A dark forest that seemed deviod of noise and held a slight eerie feeling. Careful of making a sound, Grima noticed that it was light wherever he was. Standing, Grima brought his black robes closer around himself, when he heard a voice.
"Hermione, I don't see why we have to go this far, I mean Potter's not going to follow us. Spoilt brat that he is."
"Ronald, I just want to be on the safe side."
Grima frowned, but, quickly hid behind a tree, when the two people began to discuss things and was always referring to a boy name Potter or something. Listening into the conversation, Grima thought of following them out. That is not a bad idea...hmm but how to keep going without alerting them? Grima thought. Following them silently, Grima wondered who this Potter boy was, what had he done to earn this and why? Careful of not making a sound, Grima caught sight of flaming red hair and a bushy brown hair.
When they had made it out of the forest, Grima kept into the shadows and watched as they walked toward the enchanted castle. Oddly, Grima could see it and it was breath taking for him. Grima allowed an awed gasp slip out and then masked his emotions quickly. Then he noticed a young boy emerge from the forest. He was thin and pale of skin without blemish or stain on the face except for an odd shaped scar on his forehead. He had emeralde eyes, and if it weren't for the fact that Grima was in the shadow's he would have thought that the boy had spotted him, catching, and peircing his soul with those jaded emeralde eyes. He had a mop of black hair that seemed to flow like a black river down his back. Running a pale thin hand through his hair, the boy murmered,
"Is it to much to ask for truthful friends rather than traitoris snakes in the mask's of noble lions?"
Grima wondered what this criptic remark meant and accidently walked forward and into the light. The boy turned slightly and held out a stick. Grima raised a brow and said,
"Why are you pointing a stick at me?"
The boy blinked and lowered the stick slightly and said,
"It's not a stick, it's a wand. What are you doing here on Hogwarts ground Muggle?"
Grima blinked and said,
"What's a muggle?"
The boy blinked and said,
"Non magic folk...can you see the castle?"
Grima nodded and stepped foward toward the boy and said,
"What did you mean by that remark?"
The boy looked at him with a slightly bitter smile and looked up into the darkening sky and said,
"Follow me and I will tell you."