Disclaimer: I do not own the works of Tolkien or the works of J.K. Rowling. I am merely borrowing them for this story.

Summary: A Harry Potter/Lord of the Rings crossover that's a bit different to the norm.

AUTHORS NOTE: Let me make this perfectly clear right now. I allow anonymous reviews for my stories because I want to give the benefit of the doubt to readers who are not members of the website and who would like to review. I will accept basically any kind of review without complaint but where I draw the line is in reviews that's only purpose is to complain about the story or insult the author. Constructive criticism I not only accept but encourage, I expect people to find fault in the way I write and I never expect universally positive reviews, in fact I expect more critical reviews than positive ones, but when you find something to criticise about my stories I appreciate it if you tell me in a civil fashion and not use swearwords or insulting language. If, like the anonymous reviewer "F" you don't like what I've written and do not care for the direction of the story then stop reading it, don't continue to read it just to say something bad about it and don't review unless you can keep it civil.

Since I have received some flames from the afore mentioned reviewer I thought I would give a quick questionnaire for this story involving only three questions. 1) Is the story so far believable? 2) are the characters so far believable? 3) are there any major problems with my characterization and if so what?

To the story itself, I have another few regrets to note. I regret finishing the last chapter where I did as I've struggled to write this one. And I regret making Westron the language that's underlined because it's bloody awkward and time consuming to keep underlining it. And I think the end of this chapter is a bit rushed but if I don't finish this chapter now I will be stuck on this for months.

There are a couple of reasons for the delay in updating. 1) I bought Fable III and have been absorbed by that for the last few weeks 2) I got stuck on the conversation in the second section and kind of took the easy way out in the end and 3) I'm back to work and my time to write is more limited.

Code for the following chapter: English Westron hopefully this will be the last chapter this will be needed for.

~ Chapter Four ~

As Harry emerged from the chamber where Leod died, cursing himself for not doing more to save him, he saw the one other survivor of the battle standing in the hall. It was a young man, probably about sixteen or seventeen years old, he was just about six foot but was at that awkward stage where he appears to be all height and no girth. He had no facial hair and blond hair pulled back into a braided-tail behind his head with two smaller braids either side of his face.

The young man was panicked, moving two and fro in the hall.

There were four different tunnels that connected to this one that they could take, all as dark and foreboding as each other and none of them welcoming or offering any kind of salvation. There was a cold breeze coming from two of them, the one to the far right and the one to the far left and the drums and horns of the Goblins echoed and seemed to come from every tunnel.

"What now?!" The young man asked, "Which way do we go?!"

Simple sentences, relatively easy to understand at any rate. "Where did we come from?" Harry asked.

The young man turned to him, his eyes wide and wild in panic. "I don't know! I don't remember!"

The answer and the panic did not give Harry any hope for a successful escape. Time was of the essence however and the Goblins would soon be upon them so someone had to make a decision and, considering his companions state of mind, it clearly had to be him.

"Here." Harry said, passing the Goblin sword he was holding to his companion and raising his wand in the air.

"Bu-but…what…I…" The young man stammered before noticing what Harry was doing. "What-what are you doing?! We have to get out of here!"

"Quiet!" Harry answered, trying to think of a spell that would be useful. A Point Me would only give them the direction of North but that would only help if they knew which way they had to go, a Lumos would give them some light but they would still be lost, but any other spells he could think of didn't seem to be of use.

Drums sounded louder and closer and the young man gave a squeak of fear. Raising the Goblin blade and holding it to his front, shaking in terror, he moved so his back was against Harry. "Hurry up!"

He rubbed his temple with his left hand in frustration. "There's no time for this" he muttered. "Lumos" he said, channelling his magic to make the light dull. It'd have to do for now.

"Wha-wha-what is that?! What did you do?!" Harry's new companion asked, as shocked by the light as he had been by the Goblin's drums.

"Magic" Harry answered.

"Magic? But…" The young mans began before he was interrupted.

"Later" Harry said. With no obviously good choice to pick in regards to the tunnels available he had decided to go with his intuition and just pick one. He grasped his companions arm and pulled him in the direction of the centre-left tunnel. "Keep quiet. Come on."

His companion began to utter something but the sound of running feet and shouting voices from the right stopped him. As soon as he heard those sounded he ran forward into the tunnel Harry had selected, half-dragging Harry with him.

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For hours they walked, up and down slopes and stairs, rounds corners, through arches and tunnels, all in silence and the dull light until at last they could walk no more and had to rest.

They came to a stop on a stairway, on a kind of landing. There were no tunnels near by, only the stairs that they had come from leading down into the darkness and the stairs that they were going to climb leading up into more darkness. To either side of them were high walls which stretched up and up and up and simply disappeared into the darkness.

Harry slumped against one wall while his companion sat so he was facing down the steps. Despite the desperate need to rest with only the continuous light from Harry wand to keep the gloom at bay neither could relax. Realistically, however, Harry knew that they had no idea how long it would take to escape these caverns and if they didn't get some rest they were likely to collapse and never get out so they would have to get some sleep and hope their luck turned. But more pressingly, if Harry fell asleep the light produced by his wand would go out so he had to make a fire or something.

Harry turned his attention to his companion once more. His companion had calmed down great deal as the hours went on, which was a relief, but he was clearly still on edge.

"Hey" Harry said with a croak and a cough, making his companions jump in surprise and turn to face him. "You alright?" The young man nodded quickly, seemingly surprised to be addressed at all. "I'm Harry."

Still in some state of surprise the young man hesitated to answer and for a good minute and a half he sat in silence before he finally said "Brego"

Silence reigned again. Brego was unsure if anything more was expected of him and was more than a little uncomfortable in Harry's presence while Harry was wracking his brain trying to think of the words he needed.

Eventually Harry broke the silence again when he said, "Fire."

Brego was startled once more. "What?"

"Need a fire." Harry explained as he moved from the wall and began looking through his pockets finding bits and piece of wood and straw, likely fallen in there when Beor's house fell on top of him.

"But…what…how can we make a fire?" Brego asked somewhat scathingly. "We have no wood, no kindling, nothing to make a flame with."

"Any cloth?" Harry continued; unfazed by his companions scathing tone, missing completely the list of problems Brego had produced.

Brego snorted. "I fail to see what good it will do." He said as he tore off a couple of strips from the sleeves of his top and passed them to Harry. He watched as the Harry arranged the cloth into a pile on the floor, along with the bits of wood and straw from his pockets as well as some of his own robes. When Harry knelt back to observe his work Brego spoke up again. "How are you going to light it?"

Harry gazed at Brego expressionlessly for a moment before he reached for his wand and turned back to his companion with a bit of a grin and a twinkle in his eye and said "Magic"

"You said magic before but…what do you mean?" Brego answered.

"Watch" Harry said and brought his left hand to the tip of his wand. "Nox" he said and everything went dark. Brego let out a shocked sound at the sudden darkness but was quickly shushed. Harry aimed his wand just ahead of his knees where he knew the pile of cloth, wood and straw was and said "Incendio" Fire burst from his wand and immediately lit the hall, it caught the pile and set it alight, then he sat back against the wall.

Brego stared at the flame in surprise. The cloth used in the fire was damp, the few bits of wood and straw were equally damp and by all rights there should have been no way for them to burn, but there they were, smouldering in flame in between the two of them.

Brego turned his gaze back to Harry and the wheels in his mind began turning. "You…" he began then paused, "you did that thing to the Goblin's fire…made it uncontrollable I mean." He turned his gaze to Harry with some alarm. "You are a sorcerer!"

Harry gazed at Brego without expression, attempting to work out exactly what he had said. He noticed the alarm in his companion's voice and was wondering what could have caused it. Perhaps, he decided, it was a bad idea to perform magic so openly, since it seemed to have caused the other man such discomfort.

"I have heard tales of sorcerers," Brego continued in a daze. "Ere our people came to dwell in the land between the rivers, travellers from across the great mountains would come through our lands with stories of the sorcerers of the dread realm of Angmar, those stories are told still and none of them pleasant. Dark tales they are, of dark times, they chill your very soul." As Brego spoke the alarm in his voice grew higher. "And, the foul Necromancer! The sorcerer of Dol Guldur! He drove us from out home to settle in these lands, and sent his creatures against us! The source of all our ills!"

Harry didn't like the tone that Brego was using. It was becoming both alarmed and accusing. "Ok, this is getting a bit out of hand." Harry said. Brego wide and wild eyes stared at Harry. The fear directed towards the wizard was clear to see and not just a little bit unnerving. "Just calm down alright. I'm not going to hurt you." He continued as he moved to reassure his companion

In his panicked state Brego misinterpreted Harry's movement. "St-stay back! Stay away!" he scrambled to his feet and fled as far into the darkness as he dared.

"Oh, come on!" Harry said exasperated. "You're just being silly now. I'm not going to hurt you alright. Come back here. Come back." Brego made no attempt to return to the light of ht fire but stood staring at him from the lower steps. Harry rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance and marched back to his spot against the wall where he dropped down to the floor.

After a few moments of silence Brego tentatively made his way back towards the fire. He must have realized that even if Harry was a sorcerer he represented the only possible salvation and, really, where else was he going to go? He was stuck in a cavern deep within the ground somewhere unknown with no sense of direction and no idea of where to go. Eventually Brego settled down in the light of the fire, quite a bit further away from Harry than he originally did.

They sat in silence. Partly it was because Harry was only able to use the simplest of words in Brego's language and was somewhat afraid of saying something that could be misconstrued and could make his companions startled again and partly it was because Brego was intimidated by Harry and wasn't quite sure how to deal with him.

As the silence continued Harry's eyes began to droop and he began to feel sleep taking him. "Why?" At length Brego broke the silence. His voice was quiet and somewhat accusing and it startled Harry, blinking, from his dozing state. "If you are a sorcerer; or some being possessing magic, why did you let everyone die?"

"Sorry?" Harry answered, not quite comprehending what he was being asked. Blinking the sleep away he realized he had said that in English and asked again. "Sorry?"

"Sorry?!" Brego's exclaimed, his voice echoing off the walls. "What do you mean sorry?! If you could have used magic you could have saved them! Why didn't you do more?!"

Harry knew he was being accused of something but for the life of him he couldn't work out what. "Er…I…I don't…"

Before Harry could respond a tremendous noise startled both of them. It was like a roar and a screech put together and it filled the staircase to a deafening degree. Harry grasped his wand and pushed himself to stand up, pointing the wand in front of him and as looked all around for the source of the noise while Brego scrambled for the Goblin sword and darted back and forward along the landing area, terrified.

Three loud booms sounded, one seeming to come from the bottom of the stairs, one from the top and one from above them. A horn rang out in the darkness and spiralled up the staircase. Then followed an oppressive silence, tension thick and full, for how long it lasted, neither was sure, but both were on edge once more.

Harry found himself next to Brego again, his companion's fear self-evident. They stood, side by side, beside the wall on the long staircase for what seemed like hours. Nothing came. Whatever made that ruckus was either a long way off or was waiting in the dark until two were vulnerable.

Still, both were tired and exhausted from the last few days, and Harry was in an even worse state due to his injuries so there was no chance of either of them staying awake indefinitely. Eventually they decided that they would take turns to sleep while the other stood watch until they had both rested for a while and hope for the best.

There was little else they could do.

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After a bad night's…day's….whatever's sleep Harry extinguished the still smouldering flame, which seemed to be burning from the stones itself now, and lit his wand with a lumos spell then they began to climb the long stairs once more. For hours they must have climbed into the darkness, the higher they climbed the more the stairs seemed to crumble until they became perilous and unstable. There were several tunnels shooting off from the staircase but they continued on up in the belief that they would eventually reach he surface.

Eventually however the stairs simply stopped and at last they had no choice but to leave the staircase and head back into the maze of tunnels and chambers that made these vast underground halls. At first the tunnels they entered were crudely carved and little more than extended hole but as they progressed deeper and deeper into the tunnels they changed completely. They became carved and ordered and more rectangular, clearly made by a skilled hand, even though they were damaged and crumbling themselves.

After more hours walking they came to a doorway. This doorway was once protected by a great stone gate that was patterned with an intricate scene of some bearded men in some kind of storyline involving a settlement in mountains and battles with serpents and goblins and great hulking beasts. Harry knew this gate once protected the doorway because it lay there on the floor, broken and shattered, piled in the entranceway. It had obviously been broken from his place by a great force and never been repaired, probably because the original owners of these halls had been driven out.

With no other option they had to move on through the doorway but as soon as they stepped beyond the threshold it was clear that the dim light Harry was producing from his wand was not going to be of help. There hall they had entered must have been vast as the darkness was unending in all directions except behind them.

Deciding some more light was needed Harry pushed more magic into his spell and gradually the light increased.

The hall was long but not quite as wide as originally expected. Great hexagonal pillar shot up to the ceiling in pairs, separated by about fourteen meters, some of them had been broken but the remaining ones held up the ceiling with ease. The floor was covered in large slate slabs that were chipped and broken and one either side of the hall there were arches that lead to side chambers or further tunnels. This had clearly been a great hall before it fell into disrepair.

As they began to make their way tentatively through the hall, disconcerted at being out in the open, the floor cracked and crumbled beneath their feet and the noise it made, coupled with the echo of their own steps filled the hall. After walking about half the length of the hall they could stand to be in the open no longer and moved into one of the side chambers.

The chamber they moved into may once have been a tunnel because all it was basically was a doorway and a few feet before a pile of rubble blocked the rest of the room. They spent another uncomfortable night there before they pushed on.

Hunger and thirst was beginning to weaken them and their progress became lethargic. The hall seemed to go on forever, never deviating from its straight path but at last they heard a glorious sound running water.

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A stream. It was a stream running through the middle of the tunnels. Fresh water. I offered more than just a source of nourishment, it offered potential freedom. If they followed the course of the stream they might find away out of the darkness.

Harry leant down and dipped his hands into the stream, bringing the water to his face, drinking it with a relish, then brought some more up and splashed it on his face, enjoying the feel of water on his skin for the first time in days.

Brego had wasted no time in jumping into the stream. He had been overjoyed at the sight of it and couldn't contain himself. With a yell he leapt into the water and basked in its glory.

For the two of them this stream was one of the greatest things they could have found after days of wandering in the darkness, with no food and no drink, constantly on edge.

Harry sighed a contented sigh and leaned over the water again but stopped abruptly "What's that?" Something glinting under the waters surface caught his eye. He reached out and grasped it then sat back to look at it. It was a piece of rock, which in itself was not interesting, but within the rock there was a shimmering in the light produced by his wand, shining silver like a star. "Some kind of metal?"

Harry's words drew Brego's attention. "What have you found?" he asked as he pulled himself from the stream and sat next to Harry, dangling his feet in the water.

"What is this?" Harry asked as he passed the rock to his companion.

Brego examined the rock for a while, turning it around in his hands, scratching the metal, even trying to taste it. "I am not sure." He said eventually. "Silver perhaps…or perhaps…no, it can't be…"

"What?" Harry asked turning his inquisitive gaze in Brego's direction.

"It might be…" Brego began still staring at the rock, "…it might by mithril."

"…mithril?"

Brego nodded and passed the rock back to Harry. "It is a kind of metal similar to silver but far more valuable. It is stronger than steel and can be shaped with ease into many forms. I do not know if this is mithril for I have never seen any myself but may possibly be."

Harry stared at the rock for a few moments before putting it into his left pocket. He stood up and brushed down his robes then looked around him for a moment, keeping an ear out for any unusual sounds. There didn't seem to be any immediately but he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "We need to go." He said to Brego.

"Right this moment?" Brego asked, disappointed to be leaving the stream so soon.

Harry nodded. "We need to go." He repeated.

Brego sighed. "Alright." He stood up and grasped his Goblin sword and came to stand next to Harry.

"Right," Harry said, drawing in the dirt what he planned to do "we'll follow the stream as far as we can and hope it lead us out of this place. It's as good a plan as any, right?"

"You want to follow the stream?" Brego answered with a nod. "It is probably the best option."

"Good…er…" Harry paused, unsure about what he was about to say, he felt very uncomfortable, as if he was expecting something bad to happen. At length he added "be careful."

Brego looked a bit offended but his good mood from finding the stream had not yet left him so he let it slide with an "Of course" and with that they began to march away again.

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They must have followed the stream for a good half mile with no changes but then it split off into two different tunnels. There was not preferable choice at that time, and as a result they just had to pick one and go down it. Picking the right side tunnel they continued to follow the stream. The tunnel twisted and turned as the stream did and the further they followed it the more derelict the tunnels around them became.

On and on the tunnel went and for hours more they walked, in silence and dim light, hope dwindling with every step but both clinging on to the final hope that they would be lead to salvation.

But their hopes were shattered when they turned a sharp corner and entered a wide hall that was completely flooded. Clearly this was either an underground lake or any further tunnels had been blocked by cave-ins and the hall had been flooded. It didn't matter either way because no matter what it was the way was blocked.

Disappointed they couldn't bring themselves to backtrack that night and decided to settle for the night where they were.

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Brego sat on guard duty as Harry slept. Once more his companion had managed to light a fire from nothing and it burn unceasingly despite the cold, damp conditions. He was disappointed greatly by the day's progress. They had hoped that the stream would lead to freedom but it only lead to a dead end and the next day they would have to march for hours back the way they came to go down the second tunnel. It was not something he was looking forward to.

He was tired and hungry and worn out and fed up. He just wanted to be back in the sun again, to see the hills and valley and plain and forests of his home again, to go the Chieftain's settlement and find his family again. He was greatly worried about them and hoped they were safe.

He stifled a yawn and shook the cobwebs from his mind. Sitting up straighter he leant his sword against the wall he was leaning and rubbed his eyes then turned his gaze to his sleeping companion.

Brego didn't know exactly what to make of Harry. He was clearly a being of some magical power and, though his intentions were not clear, Brego thought he was a well meaning man but even so he didn't feel completely safe around him. The thing that he could no fathom was why Harry had concealed his magic when it could have been of so much use.

How many people could have escaped alive if Harry had used magic against the Goblins in the first place? Brego didn't know. Perhaps he was afraid of being thought a sorcerer, with all the dark tales and rumours about them it was certainly a possibility.

Oh well, there was no use dwelling on it. Harry couldn't talk his language very well so he couldn't get the answer from him and it wouldn't do them any good anyway.

He yawned fully this time and leant back against the wall. He allowed his eyes to close briefly before realizing what he was doing and sat up with a start. Rubbing his eyes he grasped his sword. He had to find a way to wake himself up a bit more, perhaps some cold water would help. He made his way to the water and submerged his head for a few seconds then emerged from the water with a gasp.

Yep, that woke him up a bit.

With a quiet cough he stood up and began to return to the fire and his companion but something stopped him before he could reach it. A splash, another splash and another, all coming from behind him.

Fish? Maybe…no, no it couldn't be. It was too rhythmic to be a fish and…and there were voices! Voices muttering in the dark!

Brego wasted no time in running the rest of his way to his makeshift campsite and went straight to Harry. "Wake up!" He said in panic. "Wake up!"

"Huh…er…wha?" mumbled Harry as he was shaken from his slumber.

"Wake up! Come on! Something's coming! From the water!" Brego continued.

"…in the water?" Harry repeated in a daze as he grasped his wand and sat up, blinking as his eyes adjusted.

"Yes!" Brego said desperately. "They must have seen the fire!"

"…the fire!" Harry said, still half-asleep.

"Yes! The fire! Put it out, quickly!" Brego had started to stamp on the fire in a vain attempt to put it out.

"Oh…right." Coming out of his stupor Harry cancelled the spell fuelling the fire. Before he could do anything else his arm was grasped by Brego and he was dragged behind a pile of rocks and told to be quiet.

The sound of splashing because louder and louder until there was a dull thud or wood hitting stone. A pattering of feet followed as whoever had been in the boats came to the campsite. As they came into view they were clearly Goblins, there were six of them.

"They musta 'eard us comin' and scarpered." One said in harsh voice. "An' it took us so long ta find 'em as well. If only yer hadn't been so loud we could've got em."

"It aint my fault!" a second, with higher pitched voice but no less harsh answered. "Aint nothin' I can do 'bout the water. If yer hadn't taken so long we'd 'ave been 'ere befer they'd even know it."

"Oi!" a third larger Goblin with a deeper but more commanding voice interrupted. "Aint no time ta be fightin'. If we don't find 'em Boldog'll have all're 'eads. They can't of gone far, cause we only just saw 'em put tha' fire out. Spilt up and look for 'em!"

With much grumbling they proceeded to do just that as Brego trembled in fear. Luckily the Goblins started to explore the other side of the bank of the lake/flooded room to where Harry and Brego were hiding so it gave them some time, but the largest Goblin stood where the fire had been, supervising them all.

Brego was not a warrior, he wasn't cut out for this kind of thing. He was a farmer, a fisherman, nothing more. He was terrified. "They are going to find us!" he whispered harshly to Harry. "What are we going to do?"

"Get away." Harry answered without hesitation as he watched the Goblins explore the bank, they would soon be upon them "Fight"

"Bu-but I don't….I don't know how!" Came Brego's panicked reply.

"No choice" Harry answered.

"But...but" Brego began but Harry turned to him and placed his hand over Brego's mouth.

Looking is companion in his eyes and attempting to convey his meaning in his look. Harry said. "Don't worry. We'll get out of this." He said. "Just stay calm and stick close to me. Keep close."

Brego nodded, his eyes still wide and wild in fear but significantly calmed. The Goblins were almost upon them and Harry knew he would have to act quickly. He raised his wand in preparation.

A Goblin's hand rested on the rocks they were hiding behind and soon its head followed. Its gaze turned immediately to Harry and Brego and his eyes lit up in triumph and glee. It opened its mouth to shout in triumph but before he could Harry cried "Stupefy!" and the force of the spell sent the Goblin flying across the room and against a wall.

This obviously alerted the rest of the Goblins to their presence and as soon as Harry had dragged Brego from behind the rocks four of the other Goblins were charging towards them with swords drawn. Before Harry could do anything to stop them an arrow embedded itself in the war behind him. The largest Goblin had drawn and bow and was firing at him.

Harry cast a Reducto in the large Goblins direction but didn't wait to see if he had hit before firing several more Stupefy's against the other Goblins. He hit two but they didn't stop and Harry didn't have enough time to stop them all.

A Goblin was literally inches away from him as he had finished firing one spell and he could do nothing to stop it, his death was staring at him but before the killing blow could be struck the Goblin fell, slashed through his side.

Sparing a glace at Brego he found his companion froze as if he were surprised by his own actions but Harry had no time to dwell on this as there were still three Goblin's left.

The Goblins had realized the situation they were in. Though they outnumbered their foes they could not compete with Magic and began to withdraw. Harry was content to let them go and took the chance to move towards the tunnel that lead back to the fork in the stream. He fully planned to collapse the tunnel once he had gone through.

A loud, dull thud echoes in the hall. It sounded eerily like something Harry had heard before. He stopped in his attempt to flee, Brego stopping with him, and glanced back over his shoulder. The Goblin's wooden ships and been knocked aside and smashed upon the stones, the Goblins themselves were strew over the floor, motionless and standing in their place was a giant, well not quite a giant.

The creature stood over twelve feet, its skin was grey and it was covered in bumps. It had a small head in comparison to the rest of its body and it clasped a large stone club in its three fingered hand.

Now that Harry could see it properly it was clearly a troll. What spells worked on a troll? Before Harry could think about it properly the Troll roared and charged towards him and Brego

Harry fired a Reducto at the Troll and it hit the creatures left shoulder and rocked it but it continued to charge. Another Reducto hit the Troll's chest but it similarly didn't slow the creature down. Harry switched his tactics then and shot a Diffindo at it but even the hard cut through the Troll's head didn't stop it, it just roared in angry again and lifted its club.

With a wide arch the club swung down and hit the great thud and forced Harry and Brego to separate. The Troll was surprisingly fast in moving again as it thrust its hand forward to grasp Harry but only managed to knock him against a wall with some force.

Harry was winded and immobile. The Troll advanced with the intent of finishing him off but before he reached the stricken wizard it screamed in pain. Brego had acted without thinking and leap on the Troll's leg, embedded the sword into its foot, digging it in as hard as he could.

The Troll kicked Brego away with a cry of anger and turned its attention to the blond haired man. Brego was knocked out, he had hit a wall with a terrible thud and was out for the count. The Troll grasped him with his hand and lifted him of the floor, squeezing him tightly and roaring in his face before throwing him once more against a wall.

Regaining his wits Harry saw the Troll standing triumphant over the unconscious Brego and immediately moved to distract the Troll. He fired three Reducto's a the beast's back, causing it to scream in pain and anger again. Its thudding feet pounded towards him but before the Troll fell upon him he twisted on the spot and vanished.

The Troll stood there, confused about where his prey had gone. It began lifting rocks and hurling them over its shoulder in an attempt to find his prey but his search was fruitless, nevertheless it continued with a compulsive dedication.

Harry meanwhile had moved to check on Brego. Brego was hurt, possibly badly if the blood pooling around his head was anything to go by. It would probably not be the best of ideas to move him right not but what were the choices? Move Brego and risk exacerbating his wounds or stick around and wait for the Troll to get bored and come back to finish the job.

Sighing despairingly, Harry realized he had no choice and cast a Mobilicorpus on Brego and left the chamber, collapsing the tunnel entrance behind him.

~End Chapter Four~

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