An Adventure of a Lost Witch

Chapter Two- It's a Whole New World

As Lyra woke up after a time, she was assaulted by the sharp pain engulfing her whole body, remembering being slammed into the earth. Her mind was flashing back to the god-awful portkey, the same one that had swept her and Cedric away from the school and the screaming as portkey spun them through that dark vortex before she lost her grip on the accursed cup.

As if a light went off in Lyra's mind, her thoughts were drawn back to the elder magical. Shooting up from where she was laying down in tall grass that she was positive didn't belong anywhere near Hogwarts, she began looking around, just barely managing to ignore her body screaming at her to stay still.

"Cedric!"

"Cedric- Where are you?"

Not hearing or being able to see anything related to the missing wizard (and the merlin damn cup), Lyra attempted to stand up to look above the grass and hopefully be able to see something that would give her a clue about Cedric or where she was.

After some time, she had managed to get up into a standing position. Still, as soon as she had put any weight on her injured left leg, she went falling to the ground as the movement had reminded her body just how injured her leg was, with an explosion of pain rushing down her leg beginning from the spider's wound to her twisted (though at this point she wouldn't be surprised if it was now broken because of her fall.) ankle.

Falling back to the dirt, Lyra grabbed at her lower thigh, feeling blood beginning to seep out of her wound. Starting to feel light-headed, Lyra looked around for something she could use to stem the bleeding. Finding nothing in her pockets, she took a mouthful of her left sleeve and yanked.

Through her mouth, she felt the seam of the sleeve give way as she ripped it off the navy blue sleeve. She then proceeded to wrap her thigh to steam the bleeding. After taking care of her leg, she had used her other sleeve for her ankle. It wasn't the best, but it would have to do until she could find some help.

'It might be a good idea to find a town or something.' Lyra thought as she looked at her oozing leg. 'My ankle is too, but that bite is a concern; I wonder if those spiders had venom, would explain the pain. I really should have listened to Luna about learning some healing spells.'

Lyra once again braced herself as she attempted to stand up once again. She had no idea where she was, so she felt that she couldn't just sit around and wait for someone to pass by and hope they would help a stranger. But much like her first attempt at walking, she fell to the ground with a thud once she put any weight on her injured leg.

'Wait, I could use my wand to transfigure something into a crutch,' Lyra thought as she went for her wand holster on her hip. A bit of hope filled her chest at the thought of getting some help but visibly deflated when she felt it empty.

'Great, I'm going to die via Bloodloss. What a way to go.' Lyra thought bitterly. 'I survive to the end of that bloody tournament only to be done in by malfunctioning portkey and bloodloss.'

Thinking about her fellow champion, she was worried about Cedric, but she also knew that he could take care of himself; she had to worry about herself for now. Sitting up once more, Lyra came with the idea of crawling for help.

The sound of some else falling, and then a small scream of surprise followed her similar action, making Lyra rush to a sitting position and grabbing something in the tall grass to defend herself with which was only rock. She is poised to throw at her unknown company.

"Oh! Thank Yavanna! You're alive and well. I was so worried that I was too late and that you were dead." a small man said, coming out out of the tall grass. He appeared to be in good health with a bit of weight around his midsection but nowhere near her cousin and uncle. He had a friendly smile similar to Flitwick. He appeared to be in good spirits until he took in just how bad she was injured, then he turned horrified.

Lyra was just starting at the small man. He almost reminded her of Professor Flitwick with his height, but he lacks that air of danger that Flitwick held from his duling days. An observation that she had asked him about during her second year, and he was surprised but pleased that she had noticed and complimented her awareness and battle instinct, is offering to sponsor her in a duling camp this year.

There was no mistake for the creature being nothing but a man with his face being too mature for a small boy and the beginnings of a beard on his chin. He had a very passive presence. It was as if this man (though she had begun to feel hesitant to call him that after she got a look at the large feet he had.) had never heard of malice. He felt almost too kind, and it virtually concerned her if not for the fact it felt natural for him.

He wore a simple off-white button-up shirt with a yellowish vest with a swirling embroiled design in an almost gold-like color tucked into a pair of dark brown pants that went down to about mid-calf. He had a head of honey-blond hair with dark blue eyes, with some oddly pointed ears.

"Oh. Um. Do you mind telling me where I am and who you are?" Lyra asked the small man simply and politely, not too sure what to do at this point.

While his appearance was a relief, his appearance was still quite shocking, and he was beginning to have a sinking feeling about where she was, and the answer wasn't going to be one that she liked.

The little man changed from looking horrified at her injuries to looking offended. Lyra then couldn't help but feel a little wrong. While everything that was going on was strange, she would like to think that she had still kept her manners. Was it something that she said? She wracked her brain, trying to thinking how her questions could have offended her would-be savior. Being polite and respectful was the least she could do for the small man at the moment.

"You know, young Lady, it is polite to introduce yourself first before asking someone for their name," the man said with a slight huff as he crossed his arms in displeasure.

Lyra just stared at the man as if he was insane. Of all things, it was something that he was upset about.

"OH, sorry about that. My name is Lyra. Lyra Evans." Lyra replied a bit awkwardly and with a bit of caution. It was highly doubtful that this was Voldemort's yearly scheme, but it wouldn't hurt to take a little notice. If he was responsible, it might throw them off to hear about a Lyra Evans instead of Potter on the very likely chance her being here was more than malfunctioning portkey. Plus, if she was stuck here (an idea that scared her but something she was preparing for, it would be nice to be able to distance herself from her unwanted title)

"Well, Miss Evans, it's a great pleasure to meet you. Now for Your questions, you're just outside of Hobbiton, a town in the Shire. Home of the Hobbits. As for my name, it's Harry Lightfoot." the newly introduced Harry said to the injured girl whose face visibly paled at his words.

At Harry's words of being in a place called the Shire and that he was a Hobbit, Lyra was beginning to trust her gut feeling and was thinking she might have outdone her 'doing the impossible again' streak by getting tossed into another world.

While Lyra was thinking this, Harry began to fuss over her helping her stand once more, letting her use him as a crutch as they started their walk to where Lyra assumed this Hobbiton was.

Lyra had found herself letting Harry take her to this Hobbiton place to get her injures taken care of. Mostly because it was taking too much of her strength to not fall over. Thinking about his eagerness to get her there normally she would be wary of such things but right now everything was telling her that he was simply just worried for the health of the half-dead teenager he had found on a simple walk.

Though he was the best reaction to finding such a girl needing help while being covered in dirt her blood and various other unpleasant fluids from the various monsters in that damn maze. Others wouldn't have gotten as close as Harry had. With her burn scars visible they likely would have thought her dead.

In hopes of calming the fretting man down, she tried to tell him not all the blood on her was hers's but it fell on deaf ears. Lyra slightly wished she hadn't tended to her ankle since it would have kept the burn scars on her right arm hidden. He kept looking at her right arm while he was talking to her, he could see the worry in his face and if she was honest with herself it was very touching.

Thankfully Harry wasn't one to pry too much when he had attempted to question her about her origins and how she ended up in that field. Lyra was glad he accepted her half-truths and simple answers, gave her time to collect her thoughts as she took in all the ambient magic that seemed to flow through everything and everyone as she walked along with Harry.

Harry while leading her to the Hobbit's Healer, she noticed that while walking through the town some of the people were looking at her akin to fear. She paid no mind to that as she probably looked like a walking corpse or something that crawled out of a battlefield to these people. They seemed like peaceful folk and didn't get many visitors or get into many scuffles.

The unusual duo soon arrived at a bright red door at one of the many 'smials' as harry called the Hobbit's home on the hill. This smials was the home of the town's local doctor. When the Hobbit Doctor Nicholas Proudfoot had seen the young human female covered in blood and god know what else with his old friend Harry he was quick to rush them in and start cleaning the young lady's injuries. While many hobbits wouldn't help an injured big person. But he prided himself on being the best healer in all the Shire, which for him meant he wouldn't turn away anyone in need of help. The girl was injured and that was all he needed when accepting her as his patient.

Lyra winced as she gently poked at the stitches she was given on her left leg where the spider's pincer had gotten her during her fall when she was a hair from being devoured. She had lucked out on any other major injuries, most others were just minor scratches. Most of her pain was caused by infection setting it so she had to deal with having the wound reopen so it could be cleaned, while Harry forced her to drink something foul to help with her blood loss. As foul as it was she did have to admit the concoction was working. Thankfully this Nickolas wasn't like Hogwart's mother Hen Madam Poppy and was going to make her stay in bed for a ridiculous amount of time. The only thing she was told was to take it easy and try not to break the stitches.

"I'll try not to, tearing the stitches sounds more painful than getting them so don't worry I won't, and Thank you for helping me, Mr. Proudfoot. Have a pleasant day."

While walking through the Shire behind Harry she found herself smiling at the carefree children running through the place, even though most girls that she knew at Hogwarts never thought about it she always imagined herself after Hogwarts having some kind of Job with children. Even despite Dursley's efforts they were never able to poison the neighbor's minds that she had something against young children, as the saying goes actions speak louder than words. She soon realized that there was a rather odd silence between her and Harry. Looking at him she saw that he was looking at her in plain distaste which had confused her.

It was similar to one that he had given to her before he had been fretting over her injuries, she had thought because of the strangeness of her clothes. The navy blue tracksuit she had worn for the third task was rather odd compared to all the other clothes worn by the hobbits.

But thanks to some clothes that Dr. Proudfoot had on hand from a Ranger's wife who had passed through she was able to change out of her blood-stained clothing. It was a long sleeve green tunic-like dress that went down to about her calf the dress had a split up to the knee with dark-colored legging tucked black boots. She found the fabric of the clothes kinda rough but it let her blend in. she was also given a wide belt that had a few hoops that could allow her to hold a weapon or two and maybe some potion bottles(if she could brew them). She was given a pair of gloves, a cloak, and a simple tanned bag(with the only thing in there being a pouch of gold coins that she hid on her person just in case)

Lyra couldn't help the blush that spread across her face as she listened to the Hobbit go on about how a good meal would help her heal. It seemed that nearly everywhere she went she met someone who showed genuine concern about her health, she always found herself touched. Though she was glad that he wasn't in the mindset of Mrs. Weasley, wanting some meat on her bones so she could pop out some grandchildren. ( Something that Lyra made Mrs. Weasley fully aware she did not plan on marrying any of her sons)

She hadn't known Harry all that long just barely half a day but he was practical radiating his goodness on top of wearing his heart on his sleeve. It was a rather nice change of pace from other people she had met.

Soon enough Harry Began to lead her up a hill and showed her to a freshly painted green door with an old but well-polished brass knob in the middle. The only thing off about this hobbit home seemed to be the small rune on the door that seemed to almost glow with magic. She couldn't feel an ill intent about it so figured it was fine.

Once closer to the door, Harry gave it a good firm knock that seemed to echo inside. She could just barely hear someone scramble around the home. Moments later a male voice yelled out from the depths of the Hobbit hole."

"Go away! Nobody's home! Have a good day!" the Hobbit who lived in the home said

That had Harry fuming to the point it made Lyra took a few steps back worried for the sake of the Hobbit on the other side of the door.

"Bilbo Baggins, You open this door right now, or by Arda, I will break this door down myself" Harry shouted as he banged his fist against the door to lay down his threat.

That alone seems to do the trick since in no time the down flew open and revealed a small curly-haired man with dark eyes that seemed to be holding worry for his door that Harry had threatened to break down, and from how he acted he might just be able to do so and might have done so before.

"Sorry about that Harry I was just having a little trouble with . . the door to my cellar and Lobelia was supposed to come over for tea," he said sounding rather nervous more so when he caught sight of the young witch.

Harry just gave the now named Hobbit Bilbo an evil look before returning to his happy self. "I see. Bilbo, I have a favor to ask. This here is Lyra Evans, she's just passing through and needs a place to stay for a night or two. I was hoping you'd be willing to house her for me. My home is in no state for a guest."

The request made Bilbo give her an unsure look, which then Harry added.

"I can personally vouch for the girl. She is a nice young lady. Like I said she just be here for a day or two then she'll be off. If it helps she's nothing like Lobelia."

At those words, it seemed to do the trick since she was then brought inside by the honey-haired hobbit. She wasn't sure if he was scared of an upset Harry or it was the fact that he was told that she was nothing like this Lobelia.

"Come on it, Miss Evans. You're just in time for afternoon tea. I'll fix us something up. You just get comfortable my dear girl." Bilbo said he let the girl into his home. "Anything else you need Harry?"

"No that is all Bilbo thank you. I'll make sure to bring over some of my good wine as a thank you." Harry replied before turning his attention to the human standing in the foyer of the hobbit home being mindful of the chandler that was inches from her head. "Miss Evans come by later to my home, it is the white door with pink dots on it!"

"Will do Harry! See you then," Lyra called out as Bilbo said his farewell.

With the door close and Bilbo leading her to the dining room, she was able to get a feel of sorts on his home. It felt very homely much like the Weasley's home. But she couldn't help but feel like there was something off about Bilbo's home, it felt like it was empty.

As he led her through the many doorways of his home she saw no sign that he had no one else living with him in this large home.

Bilbo gave her the impression of being a kind hobbit and it seemed odd that he would live alone, did he not have any family or friends even living with him or being a constant guest.

Soon enough she was sat at Bilbo's table as Bibo went into his kitchen to fetch afternoon tea. It wasn't long before her nose was greeted with the amazing smell of apples and cinnamon, her stomach growled loudly in appreciation of the smell of the treat it smelt like a tart or pie.

When Bilbo returned he was holding a large tray of beautiful apple tarts with a pot of what smelt like black tea, it was an amazing smell that was invading the dining room.

Sitting the tray down and getting comfortable at the table and pouring her tea.

"So Miss Evans what brings you to the Shire, not many big folks come this deep in the shire?" Bilbo asked as she took a sip of the tea, which despite it being a simple black tea with sugar it tasted better than anything she had. She was gonna chalk it up to Hobbits having a love for good meals.

'Afraid I ran afoul a magical artifact, and it decided I needed to take a trip'

Their conversation delved into how life was into the shire, which had confirmed to Lyra that these hobbits were a very peaceful kind of folk. In part due to a Gandalf asking a group of Watchers to keep an eye on their border. Though Bilbo didn't mention any kind of payment with coin. But did off handly mention that a good many of his cousins would deliver a variety of supplies to them or their camps when they could be found.

Soon enough Bilbo began to talk about some of the maps, that he got on his mother and father's passing. The mention of the maps interested her, while everything was pointing to being tossed into another world, seeing a map may help her even more in figuring out where she was, and maybe an idea on where she could get answers.

She had felt that her idea of being in another world was even more confirmed when Bilbo didn't know what some magical creatures she had mentioned in passing were.

"That magical artifact you mentioned, do you think that Gandalf might be able to help you find your way home?" Bilbo asked as they had finished off the last of the tea and tarts.

"Afraid Gandalf never made an appearance in my corner of the world. Is he a wizard?" Lyra asked the hobbit. "You mentioned him earlier, something about asking the watchers to keep trouble out of the shire."

"I haven't seen him in a good many years but my mother would call him Gandalf the Grey. He is a wizard from my mother's stories he's a wise man," Bilbo explained with a fond look in his eyes likely remembering distant memories of his parents. "Though while he's known as a wizard to people outside our borders he's more well known and liked inside the Shire for his fireworks. He used to come around Old Took's Midsummer Eve' Party."

By now they had finished up the Tea and Tarts, and while Bilbo took the tray away to the kitchen it left Lyra to her thoughts. Since Hobbits by all accounts seemed to be simple folk, she had very little information about this potential new world she was in. But this Gandalf the Grey seemed to be her best chance on finding a way home, and if she was lucky where Cedric was.

On to her kind host, Bilbo Baggins to her surprise like Hobbits in general seemed to have magic though in a very passive manner similar to Nevile. He was an awful spell caster but when it came to other forms of magic like grooming magical plants, brewing potions (when he was able to remain calm during class with Snape), and the few runes she had shown him during their study sessions he showed great promise.

The next hour or so she spent with Bilbo looking over his maps as he told her stories about his mother's adventures with this Gandalf fellow. Visiting this Rivendell sounded exciting, real elves like the fantasy books she used to read in the library before Hogwarts.

As kind-hearted as Dobby was, he was a bit of a disappointment to the image of a regal, and wise elf she had built up in her head. After seeing how comfortable and happy the hobbits she saw today were in their homes she really couldn't see any Hobbit as much of a traveler, but talking about the elves seemed to put a bit of spark in Bilbo's eye. A call to adventure indeed.

"Since you don't know how you can get home, we could go to the elves to see if they know anything about getting you back home," Bilbo said as his eyes lingered on the swirling script that read Rivendell.

"We?" Lyra questioned feeling rather surprised that Bilbo would go that far for someone he just met.

"Why yes, I can't very well let you go traveling such a distance on your own. You're a young girl. Yavanna knows what could happen if you are alone out there. You could get hurt or worse. My mother made a journal detailing the path she took with Gandalf to Rivendell. So I'm sure if we follow my mother's tips we'll make it to Rivendell in one piece and you'll be able to find your way home." Bilbo told her as he stuck his hand in his vest pockets as if he finalized a deal.

"You seemed to have already made up your mind to come with. I doubt I could stop you even if I wanted to." Lyra said with a smile. "To be honest Bilbo I never took you for a traveler. But I thank you for your companionship, based on your maps it will be a long way and it'll be good to have a friend."

"It settled I'll start lembras bread. Elfish bread that is. My mother received the recipe during her visit when they found out that we hobbits need to eat a lot to sustain ourselves. She even played with the recipe to find a way to give it different flavors." Bilbo said standing up. "I'll get started on dinner while I'm at it, you just keep yourself comfortable."

Ever the nice host Bilbo is, Lyra thought as she looked out the window to see the sun setting. Remembering Harry's request for a visit this night and Bilbo wanting to take care of everything.

"Bilbo, if you don't mind too much I'll be visiting Harry. He says earlier that he would like to speak with me tonight. I think I could also ask him where to get some horses or at least a horse for me and a pony for you. It'll be easier to carry supplies that way and give us a break from walking." Lyra said as she stood up. "Unless you need help I'm sure Harry would understand if I talk to him tomorrow."

"No, that is quite alright. I can manage walking just fine, but a good idea on getting the horse the trip will be long it would be a good idea to have one to carry out things." Bilbo said "You should head off to Harry's he can be picky about visiting times. Go on now before Harry comes and drags you off himself."

"Very well I'll be back soon," Lyra said as she avoided the chandler in front of the door, stepping out into the cooling evening sun she fastened her cloak tighter around herself.

It didn't take long to find Harry's home after asking Mr. Gangee for directions. It was a smila dugout near the river. The strangely painted door stood out greatly among everything else.

She had poised to knock just before the door flew opened and the joyous form of Harry opened the door. He had a large smile on his face.

"Oh, goodie you're here," Harry exclaimed as he took her hand and led her into his home. " I have another guest here as well. Told him about you he's very excited to meet you"

Lyra couldn't help the sinking feeling at that comment in her gut at what Harry said. Something was telling her this wasn't another friendly hobbit.

With hesitance she allowed Harry to led her through the oddly chaotic home of Harry to his sitting room by the fire.

There were three chairs, one hobbit-sized and two human-sized with one occupied by Harry's unnamed guest. He was a tall man dressed in elegant black and dark green robes. His eyes were a similar green to her own but they held something more in them. It was something old.

"Come sit I'll prepare some tea," Harry said as he led her to a chair across from the mysterious man before leaving them to their own devices.

As their hobbit guest left the unknown man seemed to be amused at everything, not saying a thing as if he wanted her to make the first move.

After what seemed like an eternity Lyra broke through the damn with her questions to this man.

"Okay, I'm not going to beat around the bush, just who are you. There is no way you are just some man, you feel too wrong for that, an Elf is a possibility but my gut tells me that wrong."

"Maybe I could be a hobbit" the man chimed in.

"If you are then I'm a bloody boot" Lyra snapped her temper already getting close to its tipping point. "I'm tired of games, I get enough of that back home. Now, who are you."

The man seemed to ponder her words before Harry's living room seemed to fade into a completely different area darken halls of pillars filled with faint silhouettes of people passing through.

"My name is Mandos, I brought you here so you could-" 'Mandos' said before he soon found pain exploding from his shin from the enraged witch.

"Screw off! I don't care why you brought me here! I'm not going to be your flying monkey!" Lyra hissed at the being "You can find someone else for that!"

By then the darkened halls had dissipated and returned to the homely living room that belonged to dear Harry. Mandos was kneeling on the floor nursing his shin from the harsh kick.

Lyra was quick to turn on her heel with a huff, as Harry returned to his living room.

"Oh, Lyra. Leaving so soon? I just got the tea ready." Harry said as he motioned to the tray he carried.

"Terribly sorry about this Harry, Your other guest Mandos and I had a bit of a disagreement," Lyra said looked over to where the being was still nursing his leg. "And to be blunt I kicked him so I believe some time apart would be good for us so I don't kick him again. I do apologize for the bad manners."

"Nonsense my girl, you need to stay, Mandos was looking forward to talking to you," Harry said as he more or less dragged her back to his living room.

Mandos was currently back in his chair in Harry's living room a table had been moved between his chair and the one that Lyra had previously been sitting in. likely not wanting to be kicked once more.

"Now young Lyra, I'll just get to the point, though be warned I won't be able to tell you everything due to certain rules I'm being forced to follow to insure that you don't assume anything bad." Mandos began pausing as though to give her a moment to take that in as Harry served them tea which the two of them took with a grateful thank you to the hobbit.

Lyra gave the man a hard look "I'm sorry about earlier but could you just get to the point. I really don't want to lose my temper in Harry's home again."

"As you wish. Lyra you have been chosen to become part of the istari, a group of wish wizards that are meant to guide Middle Earth to prosper and to protect it for when evil attempts to gain a foothold." Mandos explained as he sipped his tea. "You're in another world if you haven't picked that together yet."

Lyra felt a slight tinge of annoyance that he assumed that she hadn't figured that tidbit yet, but the tone suggested as if he was stating facts instead of accusing her of oversight.

The maps she was shown at Bilbo's told her everything. She had never heard of hobbits or talk of the Rivendale elves. If she was still in the same world she was sure she would have heard the Padma complaining about her twin and her friend drooling over what sounds like really good-looking elves.

He wasn't telling her everything as he had said, but he seemed too honest about what he had said so far.

She took a sip of her tea as she took in what she was told.

"So what is it that you want me to do? And what about Cedric we grabbed the cup together but he's not here. Is he still at the maze or did you drag him here too?" Lyra asked.

"I'll start with Lover Boy," Mandos said as he held his teacup up to his lips. "He's here, mostly on a whim. He was destined to die at the end of your tournament but I saw he had potential. So Young Diggery and yourself are my wild cards. A great evil is threatening to return to this world so I brought you two here to help seeing how two of the five wizards had vanished."

"So we have to save the world?" Lyra questioned in disbelief as the maybe-god held a smirk on his face.

"No my dear much too soon for that. Chances of stopping the evil are very slim right now more so with the restrictions preventing me from telling you everything. My goal for having you and Cedric here is to bolster defensives in preparations for that evil's return."

"Just how would we do that we don't exactly know the in and out of this world. Or know anything about warfare." Lyra questioned hoping to get a straight answer.

Before answering Mandos seemed to almost fade away, he grimaced as if it was painful to stop it. Lyra had to nearly catch her teacup as she almost dropped it to her surprise. It wasn't every day that you see a person nearly fade away.

"Oh, dear. Mandos is it time to already?" Harry said speaking up for the first time since bringing her back to talk to the man.

"Yes, it seems I've overstayed my time. I do apologize for cutting out conversation short. The others do not like it when I'm away for so long. We will talk again, now return to Mister Baggins' home your answers for what to do will be answered there. If all goes well you will meet with Cedric soon enough." Mandos said as he faded away in a black mist.

Lyra frown as she took in the information, the more she thought the more it seemed like it would be quite some time before she saw Hogwarts again.

AN- thank you to all who still read my stories it means alot