Chapter 28: the Witch King

Gandalf's POV

"So you have come, Harry Potter," The Nazgul hissed. Pippin looked at Gandalf curiously.

"Gandalf, what does he mean?"

"You cannot enter here," Gandalf shouted, brandishing his staff angrily at the creature. "Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your master. Go!"

"Well, well, well, Potter. You haven't changed much, though your language has stretched it's knowledge. Indeed you are no longer that boy, are you."

"Go back to Mordor and tell your Master that she awaits her death."

"Funny, isn't it? You once loved her. Didn't you tie your life to hers? She is still alive, Gandalf. Barely yes, but still alive."

"Did you not hear me, Victor? Go back! Do not show your face here again!"

The Nazgul, once Victor Krum, pulled off his hood and Gandalf stared. Where the head once was, there was nothing but a crown upon air.

"Old fool!" he said. "Old Fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!"

The creature that was once a wizard raised his sword, which was ablaze with fire. Gandalf sheathed his own sword, but then a cock crowed to greet the sun. But as the sun rose, they could hear the shrill trumpeting of horns.

Gandalf laughed. "Well, it seems that Gondor is not without allies, Witch King of Angmar."

"Rohan," the Nazgul cried with surprise. "HARRY POTTER!!"

"Still get told off by my 'elders' I see," Gandalf smiled.