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Author's Note: First off I would like to thank everyone for your support! I really do appreciate it. As for the Unspeakable, I'm not sure if he got taken through the wormhole and he might have. I never really thought about him. Still, it gave me a pretty cool idea so thanks for that as I might use it for this story sometime soon. Next, I am awfully sorry for the delay. The thing is I was trying to make it original and not just a Harry Potter character takes over the books.

Then he carries out the roles of some guy (usually Aragorn) from the movies, which is really kind of dumb and pointless. In light of that, while I am sticking to movie-verse mainly this first chapter is book-verse and is set during the Hunt for Gollum when Gandalf feared Gollum would talk about the Ring and sent Aragorn after him. Only in this fanfic, Gandalf accompanies him. Some of the events are slightly tweaked, but I'll try to keep it as canon as possible. Then again, this is a fanfic so things will be different. So without further ado, I present you the next episode!

Chapter 2: Another Adventure

When Harry Potter came to, he lay on his back on a forest floor full of leaves and twigs and pebbles. He groaned and his eyes fluttered open. His whole body ached and he had the profound feeling that he had just been rammed into by one of a double-decker bus.

When his eyes finally opened, he gasped for breath and found himself staring at a cool blue sky with white clouds floating across it lazily. Turning his head this way and that, he could see fresh pine trees all about him and thought he heard a trickle of water from some sort of stream or river nearby.

Where am I? He wondered.

The last thing he remembered was being with his best friend in the world – Hermione Granger – and checking out a mysterious magical surge in the Department of Mysteries. They had entered the Space Chamber, talked about the wormhole, black holes, and his mind went blank.

He briefly recalled some sort of tugging sensation in his gut and let out a groan of pain. Wanting to get a better look at his surroundings, he inched upwards into a sitting position only to feel a dead weight on his chest.

At first he panicked wondering if something had gone wrong and he was crushed, maybe in a car crash? They were pretty common in the Muggle World. His bloodshot eyes darted about frantically and he felt slightly nauseous for some reason. It was only then that the weight took on the shape of a person sleeping on his chest.

But who?

Glancing down warily, a wave of relief washed over him to see that it was only Hermione cuddled against his chest sleeping soundly with a peaceful smile. Harry sighed and let his body relax. For now, they were alone in these woods. He had no idea how they got here or where they were, but for the time being he could forget about that.

He merely watched Hermione as she slept, absentmindedly tucking a stray curl of hair behind her ears. She looked so calm, so peaceful that it made his heart yearn to have that feeling. He could never stay so calm. True she had just passed out from the wormhole or wherever it was, but even in this crazy situation she could still have a smile on her face.

Harry himself was unable to resist a wry grin that tugged at his lips, while he held the sleeping beauty. Wait... Sleeping beauty? His eyes flew open in terror. This was Hermione Jean Granger he was talking about – his best friend! She wasn't girlfriend material.

While he could not deny the truth that if he wasn't Harry Potter he would probably fancy her, Hermione would hex him within an inch of his life if she found out. She was still getting over her breakup with Ron and Harry was supposed to be getting back together with Ginny Weasley.

What in damnation was going on with him? Trying to calm himself down, he closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath only to burst into a sputtering coughing fit. The air smelt...wrong. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was an evil in the air that he could describe as darkness.

It was worse and more vile than when he fought Voldermort and the Death Eaters because at least those fiends were humans, or a shred of humanity. Whatever the case, this evil felt more ancient and dark than anything he had ever experienced before.

The only thing perhaps that matched up to it was those monsters in that lake which guarded the fake locket. He couldn't see the monsters yet, but he felt their presence. It was most strange like his magic was warning him of their arrival, warning him that if he didn't get up now things would be bad.

Panicking slightly, he struggled to wake up Hermione but nothing worked. Breathing quickly, he placed her gently on the ground and searched his robes to see if he still had his wand on him. Luckily enough, it had survived the wormhole and he yanked it out, clutching onto it tightly like a lifesaver.

Its familiar feeling of magic calmed him, sending him a sense of relief and strength. Taking another deep breath, he turned around to face the evil that he felt was swarming to him. And then he saw it. Several hulking shapes were pouring through the woods at an alarming pace.

They were on foot but swift as a Quidditch Seeker. The newcomers were an inky black with a white hand painted on their faces. Their eyes were a blood red and their lips were pulled back in a feral snarl revealing rows of jagged, unnatural fangs.

Claws protruded out of their fingertips and they were much bigger than normal humans. They wore strange, mismatched leather armour and some crude iron breastplates. The creatures all had long hair that was either pulled into a braid or flew loose.

They were snarling and growling like dogs and clutched crude iron swords and clubs. They had a prisoner in the midst of them, a short and slimy thing that could only be described as what Doleres Umbridge would look like as a House-elf except with normal ears.

It was not a woman though but some kind of male freak of nature. Thankfully, it wore a tattered loincloth, preventing Harry from getting more scarred than he already was. The creature was in chains and shrieking like a mad thing against the brutal might of the other creatures who hadn't seemed to sense him yet. Suddenly, they stopped just as Harry ducked behind a tree. Hermione had been hidden behind some bushes so she was safe for the moment.

Glancing over his shoulder furtively and clutching his wand, Harry could see one of the creatures – probably the leader – raise up his hand for silence. He sniffed the air as if searching for something and Harry fought against a sinking feeling of dread that welled up within the pit of his stomach.

"What have you found, chief?" One of the other creatures asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Silence!" The chief barked, his eyes darting about this way and that. "I sense a man nearby, and a wench with him. Two more men are approaching swiftly."

"A wench?" One of the creatures asked in a snivelling tone, much like Wormtail had to Voldermort. Harry grimaced in disgust as the same creature made an all-to-eager slurping sound. "Can we eat the wench?"

"No!" The creature said. "We must take our charge to Lord Sauron as commanded. He told us not to delay."

"But I'm so hungry," The snivelling creature whined pathetically. "It is bright too, too much sun."

"Shut up!" The chief roared. "The two men coming here are armed and one stinks of magic. We have tarried here far too long. Let's go!"

The snivelling creature grumbled some more and they were just about to move on, when Harry's magic reacted within him. Unable to stop himself, he spun out from behind the tree lashing out with his wand.

"Stupefy!" He cried, striking the snivelling creature in the chest. "Stupefy! Stupefy!"

The creatures roared in anger and dropped their charge which fell to the ground whimpering in pain. They surged forward but Harry was swift and several more stupefies later, all the creatures had fallen to the ground stunned and unmoving.

Panting for breath, Harry leaned his hands on his knees closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Suddenly, an angry roar made him yelp and he spun around only to come face to face with one last creature who was about to attack him from behind.

Just as he was about to let out another spell, the creature raised his sword with a depraved grin but stopped. Harry's jaw dropped as another sword protruded from the creature's stomach. Black blood splashed all over Harry as the sword withdrew and the creature collapsed to the ground.

Bile rose to Harry's throat and he had to take several calming breaths before he realised that someone else was standing before him. Thankfully, he was saved from having to use more magic for the newcomer was a man and he raised his hand gently in a gesture of peace.

Heaving a shuddering sigh, Harry nodded faintly and sank to the ground. Nodding his head as if understanding his plight, the man stooped to wipe his sword on the grass. Harry watched him curiously as the man bent his knee checking the fallen creatures as if looking for something.

He also noted the fury in the man's eyes and the vivid disgust, realising that he should never ever work with these beasts if he wanted to get information from the man. The man himself looked rather ordinary, or as ordinary as anyone would get around here.

He wore a mottled gray and green cloak with a hood thrown against his back. Underneath his cloak, he wore black travelling clothes and had a scabbard attached to his belt. He wore thick boots and carried a small pack over his shoulder.

The stranger carried his sword with such a casual ease that Harry knew he was a warrior. Finally, the man stopped looking through the dead bodies and turned to the prisoner who was cowering in fear and muttering something about a precious under his breath.

"Aragorn!" An older man called out. "Aragorn, what have you found?"

"Orcs!" The stranger, who Harry assumed was this Aragorn, replied looking to his right. "And Gollum."

"And who cast that magic, pray tell," Said the old man. "I never thought you to be a wizard."

Oh, great! Harry sighed as he saw who was coming. Not another Dumledore!

To Be Continued...

A/N: So how did you like the action scene? Sadly, I am not too good with spells and potions and stuff. I have to rely on the Internet to get all that info but my Internet wasn't working right now so Stupefy was the only spell I could remember. Also, the reason why Harry didn't kill Gollum was since he thought he was a prisoner.

Besides, he's new here and needs information. Gollum didn't run away because he was in chains and knew that either Harry or Aragorn or Gandalf would catch up to him. Anyhow, that about sums it up for now. Moving on, I greatly value your insight as it is imperative to the betterment of this story. So don't forget to leave a review even if you think this is the worst story ever.

And stay tuned for more!

P.S. Aragorn hasn't forgotten about Harry just yet, and they will have a confrontation in the next chapter.