The Veil

Summary: Bellatrix Lestrange makes a realization during the final battle of Hogwarts: Voldemort doesn't love her and never will. All her endeavors were futile. She has a panic attack and falls through the same Veil that took her cousin, naught two years ago, at her hands no less. But what is behind the Veil? The Land of the Dead as many Wizards and Unspeakables suspect? Once you go in you never come out. Or a whole other world? …Middle Earth perhaps?
Categories:romance, horror, adventure, comfort
Characters: Legolas, Aragorn, OOC Bellatrix, Male/Male/Female, Threesome
Genres: crossover
Warnings:darkfic, murder, torture, sexually graphic scenes, rated M for a reason
Author's note: I love thecharacter of Bellatrix, and there doesn't seem to be enough crossover fics including her. So, I thought I'd do her some justice. Hopefully I'll succeed. I do not intend to plagiarize either works by Rowling or Tolkien; I am merely using my imagination and applying it to their fantastic worlds. I've just tweaked some things to make the story relevant.
Chapters:3 of many

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Bellatrix wondered where exactly Dumbledore was leading her.

She was sure that they would have arrived at the castle by now, but it wasn't in sight. She was starting to get suspicious, even more so than she already was. They hadn't even caught a glimpse of the oaf Hagrid's shack! Well, considering she had burned it down… But that was beside the point!

She had followed him for quite sometime, but he hadn't said anything to her. She had insulted him a few times, in manner that was undoubtedly her own, but he didn't seem to hear her.

She wondered why he was being so nice, but this was Dumbledore she was thinking of. Even when she threatened to kill him, he was nothing but nice to her, always telling her the truth and things she didn't want to hear.

"Dumbledore, you muggle-loving twat, tell me where we're going before I have to resort to other means!"

He snorted and looked over his shoulder at her briefly while still marching forward, "Gandalf, m' dear. It's Gandalf." He made a snort and put away his pipe. "We are going to surprise some friends. They are weary with travel, and it would be very beneficial to them if we gave them some hope."

"Hope." She spat out the word like it was disgusting to taste on her tongue. "Hope is a fool's thing. There is never any hope."

Her forehead was sweating from exertion, and she raised her hand to wipe away her thick hair from sticking to it.

"There is always hope, Bellatrix. There are those who choose to acknowledge its existence, and those who choose to ignore it." He made no notion of scolding her, "Besides, you seem quite biased."

She could just imagine that he had that odd twinkle in his eyes. It always made her feel uneasy.

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He was singing to himself as he meandered between the unusually tall trees.

An old poem, Bellatrix guessed, I was never much for poetry.

She was never much for anything really. Maybe at one time she was, but her mind set had changed so much since being a Death Eater.

She was highly aware of her surroundings, but everything was eerily still. The air was stuffy, and had a moldy smell. The last time she was in the Dark Forest the air had been clean, damp, and cold. Here, everything was dry. The bark on all of the trees was chipping off, and the leaves were dried out and crinkled brown. It was quiet, save for the old wizard's humming and the crunching of foliage.

He was being quite odd in his relative reactions.

Wasn't his school being taken over? Why wasn't he panicked? Did he know something she didn't? She didn't like being uninformed.

And then suddenly, he stopped.

Startled, Bellatrix pulled out her wand and aimed at his back. She had her favorite curse waiting should he make a false move.

He started to glow, his skin and cloak shining iridescently. She covered eyes with one arm, and aimed her wand and fired.

"Crucio!"

But the spell back fired once again. It bounced off of him, and flew back directly at her.

"Protego!" Her hair flew in front of her face in a crazed tangle of curly dark ropes. Her eyes opened wide, and her legs opened up in a more balancing position.

The curse reflected off of her shield and disappeared.

Bellatrix was blinded. The light radiating off of him was so bright she immediately knew that something was definitely odd about this Dumbled—Gandalf character.

She heard a manly shout, another grunt, and a twang, and knew that they were not alone, but she couldn't see past the glowing wizard.

"Ah! Well met my friends!" Gandalf lifted both his arms in greeting; his ivory staff hovered in the air.

"Mithrandir! Is that truly you? Mithrandir!" She could not see, but knew it was a man's voice, and from what she could tell there were others.

"Yes, it is I! Your humble wizard! I return to you now in your time of need!"

"But—But… you are garbed entirely in white!" The deepest of all the voices sounded.

"Yes, I mistook you for Saruman! Forgive me, Gandalf." She heard the ruffling of leaves, and presumed someone was now on the floor. If only she could see past the old bag…

"Ah," he harrumphed and cleared his throat, "Yes indeed, I am Saruman. Although one might say I am Saruman as he should have been." He put down his arms, and Bellatrix could see a sword on the ground near him.

"But you fell! We saw you!" The deep voice raised in questioning. "Aragorn, as I said, these woods are enchanted, darkened with magic! But this! This is truly a miracle!"

"Yes, Gimli, it does seem as though the tides have turned, and I come back to you now to instill some hope. You follow the trail of two Hobbits. But they passed here near a day ago and were just as surprised as you to meet me."

The Gimli character laughed, "YES!"

"Yes, my dear dwarf. It seems as though your luck has changed. I have new knowledge of the dangers of Rohan, it seems as though the King's judgment is clouded." He turned towards Bellatrix, and suddenly she became nervous. "Come, we must hurry and awaken him before he makes a decision that would go too far to undo."

There were three men behind him, all different but all closely knit together.

The first was short and stocky, with a thick red beard and beady brown eyes under prominent eyebrows. He wore a suit of chainmail, and had various axes strapped to his person. His boots were metal shielded, and his hands large and sausage-like. The second she almost mistook for Lucius, her brother-in-law, but upon closer inspection she saw he was much more graceful-looking, with a green tunic and matching leggings. To his waist he had twin-daggers, and on his back a quiver of arrows. His face was serene, pale with equally pale hair, and dark blue, almost blackish eyes. He reminded her of a Veela. Perhaps he was one? His beauty was enchanting, and she couldn't help but feel interested by him. Another was there, a roguish man with scraggily brown hair and an unshaven stubbly beard. He was dirty, probably even more so than herself, and had a long sword in hand and a small bow on his own back. His eyes were grey, and he looked so much like an unkempt Sirius that she almost choked.

But it couldn't be him.

She had killed him, hadn't she?

Well, she did think that Dumbledore was dead…

"Sirius?"

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Aragorn was relieved.

Gandalf, the leader of their fellowship had returned! And in good time too, he was running out of ideas for them to do. He had hoped to find Merry and Pippin in Fanghorn, but hearing of their safety put him to ease.

But then he discovered a new surprise.

Behind Gandalf was a woman. Granted, she was disheveled and she looked quite shocked herself, but she was a woman none-the-less.

She was dressed entirely in black, and an odd putrid substance was caked on her boots. Her hair was dark and shining and pinned to her head, but bunches of it escaped the grasp of the pins to shade her face. Said face was rounded, with unnaturally large eyes that were heavy-lidded and as dark as the night itself and contrasted with the paleness of her skin. Her lips were thin, but pink, and tightly set. She was as thin as a skeleton, and it made her look sickly and deranged.

Aragorn was on guard (as if he wasn't always).

"Sirius?" The woman was looking at him now, and he was startled by the look in her eyes.

"My lady?" He stepped toward her, and she stepped back, "Do you know me?"

But instead of an answer, she raised her hand holding and odd brown stick and…

"Impedimenta!" she yelled.

As he took another step forward, an invisible force pushed him from behind and he flew to the ground startled. Alarmed, Legolas rushed to his aid, picking him up by his arms. As he got his footing, Gimli snorted.

"Gandalf! What witchcraft is this? She knocked him to the ground with a mere wave of a stick!" he unhinged an axe from his belt, "Is this some sort of enchantress? Well I have you know that this dwarf does not settle for the unnatural!"

Aragorn, helped by Legolas, got to his feet.

"Peace, Gimli!" he stood between the woman and the dwarf, "Peace! Surely there is an explanation for her… actions." He held his arms out in a manner of keeping both of them at bay. "Gandalf, whom is this lady you've brought?"

Gandalf put on a surprised expression and looked at him.

"Oh! Her? Her name is Bella—"

"Who I am is none of your business, you filthy boy!" she spat at him, raising her stick thing again. Her face was livid, and she glared at him.

"—trix. Put that thing down!" He turned toward her and whapped her in the back of the head with his staff, "You can't just go gallivanting around, waving it about you like a crazed lunatic!"

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Bellatrix grabbed the back of her head.

The staff was harder than she expected.

Damn, that old coot!

"Behave yourself!" Dumbledore scolded her. "This is not your world, so don't pretend that you know everyone and everything!" He made to hit her again, but she dodged it.

"Don't tell me what to do!" She looked at him menacingly, "We're in the Dark Forest, Voldemort and the remaining Death Eaters have taken the castle! Your precious Potter has killed him!" She pulled on the sleeve of her left arm, pushing it up and revealing her Dark Mark. "Look!"

On her arm, the familiar tattoo that she had pied over for hours and hours was fading.

"Look! His influence is leaving! We must get to the castle!"

Gandalf grabbed her arm, and immediately the mark disappeared.

"You are being foolish Bellatrix Black." He tightened his grip, "Do not be deceived by what you see. I am Gandalf the White, an Istari of Middle Earth. You are not in the Wizarding World anymore, maid, and you would do well to adapt."

Bellatrix was taken aback. But now she noticed something strange about Dumbledore…

His nose was larger, and his hair was snow-white. He didn't hold the Elder wand in his hands, but a pure white staff. His beard was shorter and less well-kept.

"Dumbledore? You're not Dumble—" She swallowed her tongue, "Your name is Gandalf?"

She tested the name.

"Gandalf? What is happening? Who is this lady?" The Veela asked.

"Legolas, my dear friend, this is Bellatrix. Bellatrix Black. I have been informed that she was sent here—"

"Here? Here is in the Dark Forest! We're right by the castle!" she yelled at him. "And you've been informed? You're supposed to be dead! Buried in a tomb!"

"Listen to me you impotent girl!" He raised his voice, becoming a boom of a man, "The Valar have sent you here. You are in Fangorn Forest of Middle Earth." He pointed toward the three men. "This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn; Gimli, the dwarf, son of Gloin; and Legolas of Mirkwood Elf, Prince and son of King Thranduil." He then proceeded to point at himself, "And as I have said before, I am Gandalf. Not whomever you think."

Bellatrix looked at 'Gandalf', then at Gimli, and Legolas, and then Aragorn.

Maybe he was right.

She blinked a few times, and then stuffed her wand back into her sleeve.

"Lead the way." She said.

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