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Chapter 5

I woke up early and rolled out of bed. I looked in my small bag and pulled out some of Harry's spare clothes. They were covered in dirt and smelled awful. A quick Scourgify did the trick and I skipped off to the bath. This would be my last one as a girl for a while.

I made sure to lock the door this time to avoid another awkward moment. I took my time in the bath lathering my skin with soaps. The tub water had gone cold and my skin was like a prune when I decided that it was time to get out. I looked at myself in the mirror for the last time and studied myself. My hair was no longer as wild as it was as a child. It fell down my back in loose ringlets. My skin was clear and smooth, save for the scar that marred my chest from the curse that Dolohov had given me, and the word Mudblood Bellatrix had carved into my arm.

I had shed my baby fat, and now had a petite hourglass shape. When I was younger I would have killed to look as I do now.

I put on Harry's clothes. They were huge; they hug off my small frame comically. I looked in my bag for a certain dark arts book that I had taken from the Black Library. It had a special lasting charm in it that could make the polyjuice last longer. It was illegal back in my world only because if said improperly it had the potential to kill the wizard who cast it.

I cast the charm, hoping that it was correct.

Success.

I waited a few minutes to make sure that it took effect and picked up the potion.

"Cheers" I said to my reflection in the mirror and took the potion.

The effects were immediate; I began to morph into Charlie. I looked at my new body in the mirror. The shirt stretched across Charlie's chest showing off his muscular form. Damn he had a nice ass!

I begrudgingly adjusted the clothes so that they fit correctly. Then I cast another charm on myself to alert me as to when the potion would wear off.

It was then I realized that I needed to pee.

I groaned inwardly.

"Bloody Hell, do the fates really hate me that much?"

My new voice was deep and silky. Wow, Charlie is really hot.

I figured that it was better if I learned the art of using the W.C. now instead of when I would have an audience.

I walked over to the toilet.

Don't look down. Don't look down. Don't look down.

Dammit, I looked.

Now officially scarred for life I finished up my business and walked back into my room. At least now I wouldn't have to worry as much about that. I grabbed my cloak and pulled it over my shoulders. I looked in the mirror and inspected myself once again.

Our height differences were noticeable, but the cloak had made my original body look broader, so my new shoulders were not noticeable.

I guess I will just have to slouch for a few days, and hopefully they will not notice anything amiss.

My attention turned to my small purple bag. I transfigured it into a leather belt pouch that I had seen Charlie wear before. It definitely looked manlier. With that out of the way I put the hood over my head and slowly made my way down to the meeting point by the stone archway. Everyone except the Hobbits was there packed and ready. I walked over to stand beside Gandalf.

Boromir looked at me and said, "What is your name, and why do you not show your face?"

Legolas looked nervously to me and Gandalf. I hope the look on Legolas's face will be worth all my trouble s.

Gandalf gave Boromir a disproving look, and Aragon wait patiently for me to remove my hood.

"My name is Charlie." I said as I reached up and pushed the hood backward.

It was worth it.

I think that he almost fell over. Our eyes meet and I shot him a knowing smirk.

I looked back to Boromir and answered his second question.

"My reasons for hiding my identity are my own."

Boromir, about to contest my reasoning stepped forward, but was interrupted by four noisy Hobbits.

Elrond addressed the Fellowship.

"The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On you who travel with him no oath nor bond is laid, to go farther than you will. Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves and Men and all free folk go with you."

Legolas and Aragorn bowed their heads with their hand across their chest in a sign of respect.

Gandalf stood beside Frodo and said, "The Fellowship awaits the Ring-bearer."

Frodo whispered back, "Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?"

"Left"

A wicked smile stretched across my face, Hobbits were too cute.

We trudged across the countryside, through the forest and over open fields.

Hobbits are not cute.

Mary and Pippin would not stop asking me questions. I meet each one with silence. There was no way in hell I was going to tell them anything of my old life. The only piece of information I divulged was that I was a wizard.

Aragorn looked quite amused at the Hobbit's attempts at interrogation. Wanker.

When we came to the top of a hill Gandalf decided that we should take a break.

"We must hold this course west of the Misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there our road turns east to Mordor."

Boromir started to tutor the Hobbits, Marry and Pippin, to fight with the sword. Aragorn watched occasionally giving input. Gimli was discussing something with Gandalf.

I took out a book on dark curses out of my bag. I had taken it from the Black library when I was on the run with Harry. I knew that I would need it soon.

Legolas sat next to me studying my new appearance.

"How?"

I looked up over my book at him and shot him my signature shit eating grin and winked at him.

Then a cloud appeared in the sky that caught both Legolas's and my attention.

Sam inquired, "What is that?"

"Nothing, it's just a whiff of cloud." Stated Gimli.

Boromir stood up looking unsettled, "It's moving fast…against the wind."

Legolas's eyes widened in recognition, "Crebain from Dunland!"

"Hide!"

Everyone ducked into the bushes and behind rocks. I felt two strong arms pull me down into a crevice between two rocks.

It was Legolas.

I was currently pinned down beneath the most beautiful man I have ever seen, and I just had to be in a man's body. The God's really must hate me.

Is it wrong of me to notice his strong hard muscles that are hidden under his tunic? Lavender, eat your heart out!

Legolas then noticed our intimate position…Talk about awkward moments.

As soon as the birds passed he shot up and walked away. Bloody wanker, at least finish what you started! This world must be getting to me; I was never this perverted back home.

Pulling me out of my thoughts Gandalf spoke, "Spies of Saruman! The passage South is being watched. We must take the Pass of Caradhras." Then he looked up at a mountain covered in snow.

I began to mutter under my breath so low that only Legolas's ears could pick up on, "Bloody wanker…bloody mountain…just bloody disapparate!" Legolas's lips twitched upwards.

The mountain was awful. It was freezing and even with warming charms I felt as if I was a human Popsicle. Although, Charlie's body is much warmer than mine was. Everyone looked miserable, well everyone save Legolas. The bloody wanker walked on the snow! Life is just not fair.

The Hobbits were freezing; there was nothing I could do to help them. I tried warming charms, they took the edge off, but didn't completely solve the problem.

Frodo tripped and fell in the snow. Aragorn rushed over to his side and helped him up. Frodo put his hand up to his neck looking for the Ring, but found it missing. He began to panic.

"Boromir." Aragon said in a deadly quiet voice.

Boromir was looking at the Ring completely entranced.

"It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt… over so small a thing. Such a little thing."

He reached out to touch it.

"Boromir!" Aragorn shouted.

It was enough to catch Boromir's attention.

"Give the Ring to Frodo."

Boromir held out the Ring to Frodo and said, "As you wish…"

Frodo grabbed the ring looking relieved to have it once again.

"…I care not."

The further we went, the worse the snow and the cold. We would not make it that much was sure. There must be some sort of alternative path.

My ears perked up as I heard a rhythmic voice chanting some sort of spell.

"Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; nai yarvaxea rasselya!" (Wake up curel Redhorn! May your horn be bloodstained!)

Legolas heard it too for he said, "There is a fell voice on the air."

"It's Saruman!" Exclaimed Gandalf.

Rock slabs and boulders fell down the mountain and toward the Fellowship. I instinctively stepped forward and used the Levi corpus spell to stop the rocks from crushing us. I threw them over the side of the mountain.

Aragorn shouted to Gandalf, "He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!"

"No!" Gandalf answered looking determined not to give up on our current path.

"Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith!"(Sleep, Caradhras, be still, lie still, hold your wrath!)

Gandalf's attempts were in vain and he knew that he was defeated.

Boromir said, "We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the west road to my city."

Aragorn protested, "The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!"

Gimli turned to the group and said, "I we cannot pass over the mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria."

Gandalf looked doubtful and nervous. His indecision caused me to become wary. What was so horrible that Gandalf would rather face the mountain for?

"Let the Ring bearer decide." Gandalf said grimly.

"We cannot stay here! This will be the death of the Hobbits!" Boromir said while holding Merry and Pippin, both looking positively freezing.

"Frodo?"

"We will go through the mines."

"So be it."

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