Disclaimer: I don't own Mogwarts or Hiddle Earth. Anything you recognise is not mine.

Author Note: I'm writing this story as something different, something fun and for the hell of it. You don't like crossovers. Well… why are you reading this note?

These Broken Wings

Chapter Two. The Fairest of Them All?

Pain spread through Harry's body starting from his ears and slicing through his mind and hacking down to his abdomen. His limbs felt as if they were in the process of being manually removed. He screamed loudly thrashing on the ground wildly and gnashed on his bottom lips so there was a long line of rid dripping down his neck.

The pain gradually subsided and Harry lay on the ground panting and dripping in sweat. He did not feel good at all. The first thing he notice when he rolled to his feet was his pants were falling down!

He grabbed the waists and pulled it all most to the top of his navel. His boxes also were having distinct difficulty remaining in place. His first reaction was to look around to see if any one was watching. If Dudley saw he would never live it down.

"Damn!" Harry snarled his rebellious pants forgotten, that is until that nearly ended up round his knees again. "I don't think I'm in Privet Drive anymore."

Harry was completely alone in the middle of a forest no less.

"Great, great, great!" Harry stomped around the clearing in a foul temper. This was all Uncle Vernon's fault!

"And what is wrong with my pants!" Harry roared up into the sky. Of course the sky did not answer.

Harry sighed in defeat and glanced down at his hips. Although he had put on a decent amount of weight during the last year at Hogwarts he was back to incredibly skinny. "Great!"

"So let's get it right. I'm in the middle of a forest that is in all likelihood anywhere near Surrey, I've got freaky hair and I'm half the Potter I was to start with!"

This was all Uncle Vernon's fault!

Slowing his breathing right down Harry looked around and decided to head to his original right or left or right? He shrugged his shoulders and started walking in his random direction; his logic was that if he walked he would get somewhere eventually.

So Harry walked. And he walked and he walked until he thought he might faint with exhaustion. His body was still aching from whatever happened to him, he could feel steaming rivulets of sweat dripping down his back although the temperature was quite pleasant.

"Great and I'm sick," Harry snarled adding something else to his list of woes. "And hungry, this misadventure can't get any worse."

A few minutes later Harry came to a stream. Thanking the stars above he rushed over and splashed the freezing water down the back of his neck and face. He would have liked to have stripped off for a swim but he was mindful that the clothes he was wearing were his only pair and he was too coy to strip naked – even though common sense told him he was quite alone in the wilds.

So he contented himself with washing his hot burning skin. And that's when he saw the baffling difference. Harry would have keeled over in shock if he wasn't so well – shocked.

His hair had become even longer resting just short the middle of his back. His face seemed to be more defined in shape. He could still tell it was his face but it was different almost like a stranger staring at him. But the ears…!

Harry reeled and fell backwards grabbing his ears. Points! His ears had points!

That was when the realisation hit him. He was no longer human… that was the only explanation. And that was when he did faint.

Harry opened his eyes to find they were full of grit. Grabbing his stomach he turned over and vomited violently.

"Well," Harry said muffled as he watched his carrots float away, "At least I did it in the stream."

He rolled back over with a groan and covered his eyes with his limp arm.

"All I need now is diarrhoea," Harry muttered as his stomach gave an ominous lurch. But a moment later it stopped. "Thank the stars and the heavens above," he croaked before emptying stomach again.

Harry spent the whole day (for he had slept through the pervious night) by the stream mostly asleep and praying for no diarrhoea which thankfully didn't turn up.

He woke in the early evening with something standing over him. "Oh purlease no Death Eaters tonight…" he gasped through his raw throat.

Someone, or something Harry couldn't decide which, grabbed his skinny pale wrists. "Let us see here what de elf have for treasure, gents."

Harry groaned and unintentionally kicked on of the somethings in the groin. He wasn't going to tell them that though… the thing, which Harry then discovered where human like he was. Well like he was at 4 Privet Drive.

His glasses were ripped off his nose. "What's a this then?"

Harry felt like rolling his eyes and straggled, kicked, bit, punched, thumped, scratched and just about anything to get these pesky humans away. He had found out that he didn't need his glasses in his not human body but had kept them perched on his nose so that he would have them when he returned home. Good eye sight was too good news to actually last.

"Might get us something from the collectors like. Take 'em."

"Ain't he a pretty thing?"

"Pretty!" Harry growled still wiggling but his hands were now pinned above his head leaving his options rather narrow for fighting back. "Who are you calling, pretty?"

"He don't look ta well. Look like he's gonna cark it any moment."

"Elves can't get sick, stupid."

"Then may be he ain't no elf."

"Hey I asked you a question?" Harry screamed over the top of the humans. They had not brought torches and Harry was surprised to see quite clearly their features despite the fact it was getting dark once more quickly.

The humans however mostly ignored him.

"Sa what we are gonna do with him?"

"Leave 'im. If any of those Rivernell or Muckwood elves find we gone and done in one of their own. Elvies are nothin' but trouble."

"He'll die."

"Of natural causes the elvies couldn't blame us for that could they?"

"Oh give me the Death Eaters any day," Harry muttered under his breath.

"We rob we leave…"

So that is exactly what happened. Harry was bereft of his glasses he didn't need. "They're prescription idiots. No one else can use them," he had yelled at the thieves retreating backs. But the thieves either fearing the wrath of the elves or just plain stupid did not take any notice of Harry's warnings.

Harry had lain prone for a little longer before struggling on his feet and continuing on his way. He decided it was wise to follow the stream and see where that led him. He also decided that these humans were danger and he should avoid any other living creatures…

And then it decided to rain…