OMGOSH!!! I'm so sorry everyone! I have major writers block for this story. I can't connect three different major parts of this chapter together without it sounding really stupid or just hurried. I might actually take some stuff out. Again I'm so sorry! Don't worry though I WILL continue this story. It'll just take me awhile. Please stick with me on this I really think this could be an awesome story.

But because of my mess up here's the first portion of

Dark Times, Bright Hope

Book 1

Chapter 5: Attack physical and mental

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The fellowship had been walking for hours since they left the place of Gandalf's demise. No one had spoken a word after Frodo's outburst and Harry's acceptance. The young wizard had opted to walked a few feet behind everyone else most likely to avoid the gave of those around him. This didn't stop one of the Fellowship members from occasionally looking back at him but Harry's eyes and seemingly attention remained fixated solely upon the ground.

Aragon glanced back at Harry for the 6th time in the past 2 minutes. He remembered still what Gandalf had said. The dark haired swordsman knew they would need Harry's newly known ability to travel soon or the Orcs that were most assuredly already on their tail would catch them by night fall the next day. Aragon called a halt to the Fellowship. Hopefully while they were taking a break he could convince Harry to use his power to help them. As everyone settled down to relax a bit Aragon made his way over to Harry.

"Harry," Aragon began, "may I join you?" A beckoning motion of the hand was his answer. As he sat the swordsman looked out to the others who had either started quiet conversations or just sat enjoying the warm sun.

"Harry…Firstly it's no more your fault than it is ours that Gandalf fell. He knew what he was doing; he knew his time had come." Here he gazed out the corners of his eye at the younger man to gauge his reaction to his words. Harry's face was a mix of guilt, sadness and anger. His green eyes seemed to take on a new light as the emotions swirled within them. "Anyone of us could have tried to save Gandalf. But we didn't. All we can do now is finish what we started so his falling is not in vain."

There was silence for a moment before Harry tilted his head back and looked toward the sky. Aragon wondered if anything he had said reached the young man, he was about to say something else when Harry began to speak instead.

"People are always dying around me." The red streaked raven haired wizards began, "you would think that I would be used to it by now, but I'm not." Here the wizard looked out upon the remaining members of the Fellowship. "Where ever I go a friend of mine dies. Honestly, it is usually my fault. It is because they are trying to protect me from someone that is specifically after my life. I made a promise to myself that never again would a friend die when I could save them. And now I've broken that promise…" His eyes hardened with determination. "But not again. I refuse to let another friend die."

But the look of determination lost its fire when Harry remembered the anger of the bearer of the ring. "But Frodo will never forgive me for my inability to save Gandalf."

"Frodo will forgive you. When he is ready to accept Gandalf's death. No matter how old Frodo really is he has still lived a sheltered life. As have the other hobbits, but they shall learn and grow. That is all they can do as of now."

"Thank you Aragon," said the young wizard. "I-" Harry cut himself off however and raised his face to the skies. There dark figures flew through the air and toward the small group. There were few of them but the dark figures were dark and long. As the shadows grew nearer it was easier to determine what they were.

The creatures looked like flying snakes. The creature was 11 feet long but very wide with small arms and legs but despite that the creature had impressively long and sharp claws. Its wings were each easily the length of its body. If Harry did not know dragons as he did, he would have thought that creature was one; it looked like a fake version of one.

However, these creatures' scales did not shine when hit by the sun as any other dragon would have. It also did not move gracefully through the air like it had been born in the sky. It also did not instill the mind blowing awe. This creature was a cheap imposter, they were tainted… their end was here, the young wizard would make sure of that.

The Fellowship drew their weapons and prepared for the battle they knew they'd soon face. They didn't have much choice. There was no where to run, it was open ground in every direction. So they stood together and waited to fight for their lives.

The creatures finally landed and Harry's scar began to burn which could only mean one thing.

"Voldemort!"

Cold laughter met their ears as a man dressing in a black dismounted from the creatures that now looked completely disgusting close up. Ten humanoid creatures dismounted from their own creatures and flanked the evil mans sides. The creatures looked like much lager (and uglier) versions of the creatures they had encountered in the mines.

"Well, well, well. Hello Harry. Have you been enjoying your stay as I have? There are the most interesting people here and creatures that I have never known existed. They also have the ability that we have not. As we have abilities that they do not. They were able to give back my 23 year old body. Not one of my better experiences but it was well worth it."

It was true. The man no longer looked like he was a cross between a snake and a man. He looked like someone that was healthy, ate their vegetables, and got a good amount of sun by the honey town of his skin. Now that the man looked human Harry could slightly understand why the man had said they looked similar, they really did they looked as if they could have belonged to the same family, not all of their features were similar but enough were.

"Well Tom, you may look different but you're still just as ugly as you were before. What kind of evil did you have to do this time to get the return of your younger look? Muggle cosmetic surgery would have been less off a hassle to obtain, why not indulge in the culture that comes with the other half of your blood?" the younger wizard said with a smirk.

The Fellowship watched the exchange with confusion. Who was this man that Harry was speaking to? And what was a Muggle?

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Again sorry everyone for the short chapter. Don't worry though, once I get everything to match up I'll either replace this chapter or post the new chapter.

But as I said before I took up a challenge. It's a Harry Potter and The Mummy crossover. I haven't decided what to call it yet however. I have a few ideas though.

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