UPDATED/REVISED: 21/04/13

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter, though I do own any OC's that may pop up along the way (I just can't resist)

All mistakes are my own and I'm not changing the characters even if they do seem OOCish.

Elvish Tongue(bold/underline)

/ Speaking telepathically /

~*~*~ The Crossing of Worlds Chapter 4 ~*~*~

Harry strode slowly through the corridors of the Rivendell Palace. His thoughts heavy with the quest they were about to embark upon. Footsteps behind him broke through his intended silence.

Curious he turned to see the four Hobbits that would be joining them on their quest were running towards him. Frodo was leading the charge, his eyes intent upon reaching Harry. Halting, Harry waited for the young Halflings to catch up to him.

"I'm sorry that we didn't get to be properly introduced earlier, but my name is Frodo Baggins," Frodo spoke, looking up at him with awe in his eyes, "These are my friends and companions, Samwise Gamgee," the bigger Hobbit nodded at him with a small smile, "Meriadoc Brandybuck, also known as Merry, and Perigrin Took, also known as Pippin," Frodo pointed to the two grinning Hobbits, who scarily reminded Harry of his own Twin companions.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all, my name is Lord Hadrian, Son of James, but you may call me Harry" Harry stated, bowing slightly.

Frodo stepped forward as Harry stood up fully, "I wished to thank you for your help in the Council meeting earlier. I do not think I would have had the courage to speak up like that without it."

Harry shook his head at the young Hobbit, "You may be small of stature Master Frodo but you have a big heart, one full of courage and bravery. Though you may not see it, you could have done it today without my help. Do not question that."

The young Hybrid looked to the other three Hobbits, "I wish to talk to Frodo alone if you don't mind."

Sam, Merry and Pippin nodded before walking down the corridor and out of sight.

Harry sighed before looking back at the young Ring Bearer.

"I know what it is like to have a great burden like this placed upon your shoulders Frodo, to be seen as the only hope to a better future for all," Harry explained.

Surprise covered Frodo's face, "How?"

Harry smiled sadly, "I'm not originally from this world Frodo. Back in my world, there was a dark wizard who had tried to rule over all magical and non-magical folk. He wanted to purge our world so only those who were 'Pureblood' had all the power and all the rights, while all the rest were beneath them."

Frodo sat down, struggling to take it all in.

Another world? Why did Harry have anything to do with this Dark Wizard?

"I still don't understand Harry – why you?"

"There was a prophecy made – one that would determine who won the war – the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches . . . born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies . . . and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power the Dark Lord knows not . . . and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives . . . the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies," Harry replied.

He sighed, sitting down next to Frodo, "The Dark Lord found out and targeted my family. My father died trying to buy my mother and I time to escape and my mother begged for my life to be sparred in exchange for hers. She died in sacrifice before he finally turned to me. He tried to kill me but the spell back-fired, 'killing' him instead and leaving me with nothing but a lightning-bolt shaped scar on my forehead."

Harry felt Frodo's eyes linger on the pale scar not quite hidden by his hair.

"The rest of the Wizarding World found out and I was dubbed the 'Boy-Who-Lived'," Harry stated softly.

Frodo grabbed his hand, squeezing it softly. Harry smiled at the understanding gesture.

"There is so much more that I could tell you but I would be at it for years – so long story short, the Dark Lord came back to life and a second war began. For 3 years, the war went on until I realized I would have to sacrifice myself to stop him, but the man who had tried to teach and protect me was also using me and manipulating me to be that sacrifice."

Harry cast his eyes down onto Frodo, his haunted emerald eyes holding the young Hobbit's gaze.

"I will not see that happen to you Frodo. I swear it upon my magic and the Valar that I will not let you become a sacrifice to this war like I had to."

Frodo blushed and nodded at Harry, "Thank you Harry."

Harry looked out to the horizon to the see the sun setting behind the peaks. He turned to his friend and nodded.

"It is becoming late and we must pack if we are to leave at dawn. Good evening to you, young Master Hobbit,"

Harry turned on his heel before walking back into the darkening corridors of the Palace.

~*~*~ The Crossing of Worlds ~*~*~

Bags hung heavy upon his back as Harry made his way down the steps to stand before the rest of the Fellowship.

Sirius clapped him on the back as Harry joined the others who stood in the circle.

"Nice of you to finally join us Bambi," Sirius chuckled.

Harry blushed at the endearment, sending a glare at the grinning Sirius for trying to embarrass him in front of the others.

Frodo giggled at his blush, making Harry go an even darker red.

"Oh leave the lad be, he can't help that is so short that he is still considered a child," Severus said, smirking at Harry.

Said Hybrid glared at his brethren as they laughed at his plight.

"Just you watch it or you might just find that you've been hexed bald and hanging from a tree by your ears."

The growled words made all four of them gulp at his threat, knowing that Harry would stay true to his word. Both Sirius and Severus watched in awe of Harry – his reaction had been just like that of Lily when she had fallen victim to one of the Marauder's pranks. She always gave back as good as she got.

Harry smirked and turned away from them, making his way towards Gandalf.

But not before one last parting shot.

"Sleep with one eye open tonight boys."

Gandalf chuckled at the young Hybrids' antics. The tension had risen from the group as they had watched on but many had let chuckles escape; the five Hybrids were an endless source of amusement.

"Gentlemen, I believe it is time we depart."

The Fellowship began to comply with the istari's words, one-by-one grabbing their bags and weapons and hoisting them upon their backs.

Dawn peaked over the gorge and upon the Elven city.

Harry glanced back at the palace to see Lord Elrond walking towards him.

"I thank you, Lord Elrond, for your hospitality. If the Valar deems it so, I will return once again to this fine city," Harry stated, bowing low to the Elven Lord.

"Your thanks is noted but not needed Lord Hadrian, you are about to embark on a journey that no one else in all Middle-Earth has the strength, courage and hope to do so," Elrond stated.

Harry laughed, "I think Severus would call that my 'reckless, fool-hardy, saving-people' complex. I always seem to rush head on into trouble, even though I still swear that trouble finds me instead."

The Elf nodded, "Then try not to forget your snake side as well Young One."

He gaped at the Elf; unable to respond to what he had thought was hidden inside himself.

Elrond looked over at the Fellowship, his wise eyes betraying the worry and anxiety he seemed to be hiding inside.

"I- I wish for you watch over Estel for me," Elrond asked quietly, turning to Harry.

Harry tilted his head in confusion, "Who?"

The Elf sighed, "Aragorn has been my ward and son since he was two years old. To myself, my family and the people of Rivendell, he will always be Estel."

Haunted eyes looked down on Harry, the depth inside the dark grey eyes drawing Harry in.

"Many visions have haunted my mind as of late, your presence haunting them just as much as Estel. His path now has two roads – one leading to his true happiness and the other to much sorrow and pain that it will consume him."

The young Hybrid could only blink in surprise at the millennia old Elf.

"To whether he lives through this war or not, this I cannot see," Elrond stated, "But I ask you; no, I beg of you, please watch over my son."

The Elf's words struck a chord in Harry's heart.

He could see the bond between father and son was strong, one that Harry had always longed for.

He nodded at Lord Elrond, "I swear on my honour, my magic and my life that I will watch over and protect Estel if it is in my power to do so."

A flash of warmth surround them as the Magic made the vow binding on Harry's word.

A small smile flashed across the Elf's face, "That is all I ask."

Harry nodded before bowing low to the Elf.

"HARRY! Hurry up or you'll get left behind!"

Said Hybrid whirled around to see that the rest of the Fellowship was already through the gate and about to step onto the path that would lead them out into the valley.

Harry laughed before running towards the others.

A surge of fiery magic surged through his body as he took a running leap into the air.

In a flash of fire, his body shifted, transforming into a sleek and lithe black panther. The wild cat's emerald eyes glowing with excitement as fire coursed through his limbs, surging him forward with great speed.

As the black panther drew closer to the group, his eyes narrowed on one member before he took a flying leap at the man's back.

The two figures collided, the momentum of the jump causing the man to fall flat on his face with a girly yelp.

Swords were drawn by Boromir and Aragorn, both expecting an attack.

Legolas drew his bow just as quickly, turning with the others, prepared to attack the unknown threat.

"Kuro! Get the hell off of me!" Sirius shouted.

His shout was slightly muffled as his face was pressed into the by the black panther sitting smugly on his back.

"What the devil is that giant beast?" Gimli cried eyes wide in wonder of the creature.

The creature's emerald eyes rolled at the dwarf before stretching its feline form and walking forward, making sure to step on the back of Sirius' head, pushing it back into the ground.

Fred and George grinned at the shocked expressions the Fellowship sported as they witness the feline become Harry once again.

"That, my dear little dwarf, is Kuro – my Black Panther Animagus form," Harry grinned.

((Cookies and special notice if you can guess what quote and movie I took it from – the previous sentence))

"Enough dilly-dallying, we must be off!" Gandalf cried, turning back to the path.

Gandalf lead the way through the valley with Legolas behind. The Twins followed, taking peeks at their blond mate, not even trying to hide their leering gaze from the others. Behind the Twins, the dwarf Gimli plodded along, with the four Hobbits not far behind him. Sirius, Severus and Harry followed with Boromir and Aragorn bringing up the rear of their traveling group.

Eyes wide at the beautiful world around him, Harry looked up at the looming peaks of the mountains. The beauty of Middle Earth, his new home, never ceased to stun him as they travelled through the rocky terrain at the base of the mountains

Sirius turned to Boromir, "So what is Gondor like?" he asked.

Boromir turned to the wizard and smiled, glad that someone on the journey still wanted to talk to him after his outburst with the Council.

"Gondor is a beautiful Kingdom, filled with mountain tops and grassy plains. But none of its beauty compares to the city of Minas Tirith – the White City," Boromir began.

Harry smile softly as he trudged on ahead, leaving the conversation between the two older men. He was glad for his Godfather that he was trying to make the most of the peaceful time they had to get to know his mate. Yet, part of Harry was still wary of the Gondorian for his reaction to the One Ring, they needed to be wary of the man for it seemed that the man's mind could easily be swayed by the darkness.

'Please be careful Sirius. I do not want to see you get hurt,' Harry silently prayed to Padfoot.

Harry turned his head to glance at the looming presence of the man that walked beside him. Aragorn looked down at him with his steel-blue eyes, which brightened as their gaze fell on Harry. Harry blushed and looked down submissively, tearing his gaze from the older Man.

"Are you well Harry?" whispered Aragorn.

Harry glanced up, "As well as I can be."

"I see," Aragorn stated, "Then I apologize for anything I may have done for you to ignore me so."

"You have done nothing wrong."

"What is wrong then? Is there anything I can do?"

Harry tensed slightly at the Rangers' words, "I can take care of myself."

"Harry, I-"

Fire burned in his emerald eyes as Harry whirled onto Aragorn, his anger rolling off of him in waves. Aragorn took a step back, shocked at the anger.

"Do not assume, son of Arathorn, that I am some damsel in distress. I have looked after myself my whole life – even when I was physically and mentally abused by my own Aunt and Uncle. I've fought a war and still lived to tell the tale," Harry cried, pointing a finger in the man's chest, "I have seen thing that would leave even you with nightmares so don't expect me to just hide behind your shadow and wait for you to protect me."

Scorn dripped from his words as Harry bowed low and sarcastically, "If you will excuse me, Your Majesty."

Harry spun on his heel before running to catch up with Gandalf, who still lead the way, leaving a stunned, shocked and sad man behind him.

Harry puffed as he tried to catch his breath, walking beside the wise grey istari. Gandalf raised an eyebrow in question as the young Hybrid. He sighed and shook his head before showing the old man his memories of the conversation just moments ago. Time seemed to stand still as they continued on in silence while Gandalf watched on.

The soft whack on the back of his head was unexpected and Harry flinched at the movement.

"You truly are fool young Harry," Gandalf spoke softly; "You are too quick to feel anger and to judge. Do not let your anger for Arwen be pushed onto Aragorn. He is your other half, your soul mate."

Harry bowed his head in shame, "I know but I was truly hoping for happiness when I came here,"

"Then fight for your happiness. Fight whatever darkness clouds Aragorn's judgment and make him see that what he has always wanted is right under his nose. Let him see that it is the Emerald that will light his way," Gandalf spoke, "And that the Light of the Evenstar will be his doom."

Gandalf laid a hand on the boy's shoulder and patted it.

"Things will sort itself out soon enough Harry, war changes everything and everyone. Peace will reign once again – you'll see."

Harry nodded at the old man and smiled softly, before turning his gaze on the path before him.

A rocky hilltop became their resting place along their journey. Gandalf sighed before calling out to the group.

"We will rest here for now. Be on your guard."

The others stopped in their own little groups, resting their weary feet.

"We must hold this course west to the Misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there our road turns east, to Mordor," Gandalf told him.

Harry nodded as he took a plate of food from Sam thankfully. He moved to sit beside Fred and George as they watched Merry and Pippin receive commands from Boromir as he taught the Hobbits how to use a sword. The soft clang of metal rang through the group. Harry smiled at the enthusiasm the two showed as they fought.

Emerald eyes turned to see Aragorn sitting across the small clearing, watching on but his steel-blue gaze looked up every so often to glance at Harry. A slight blush appeared on Aragorn's face, almost embarrassed at being caught looking upon the youngest Hybrid.

Harry smiled at the man before returning to his food.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Aragorn smile slightly back before continuing to smoke his pipe.

An indignant cry rang through the air as Gimli began to complain. 'Again.' Harry thought, rolling his eyes at the grumpy dwarf.

"If anyone was asking for my opinion, which I know they are not, I would say we are taking the long way round. Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome," Gimli spoke.

Gandalf stopped smoking to halt the dwarf's words

"No Gimli, I will not take the roads of Moria unless I have no other choice,"

Harry shivered at the tone that Gandalf spoke before turning to see Fred and George snickering away as they watch the two Hobbits practicing with Boromir.

"What did you do?" Harry asked.

Fred and George looked at him innocently. Like the look ever worked on those two!

"Why brother dearest -"

"Do you-"

"Always assume-"

"That we have-"

"Done something?"

Harry shook his head, "Joke shop?"

The duo grinned.

Boromir stopped quickly as he realized that he had nicked Pippin's hand by accident.

"Ah sorry," the Gondorian cried, reaching for the Hobbit.

Pippin kicked him in the leg viciously (as he could for a Hobbit). Boromir jumped at the kick before being attacked by Merry at the back of his leg, sending him down to the ground where Merry and Pippin both jumped on him, trying to hold him down and attack Boromir, with shouts ringing from them, "For the Shire! Hold him! Hold him down!"

Harry, Sirius, Aragorn, Fred and George looked on in laughter, as Boromir soon joined them in laughter. Severus just watched on, his lip twitching in amusement.

The group was brought from their musings as Sam looked over at the clouds to see a dark patch in the sky coming towards them.

"What is that?" he asked as he pointed it out to them.

"Nothing, it's just a whiff of cloud," Gimli dismissed.

Boromir stood up with Merry and Pippin still in his arms, "It's moving too fast for a cloud and against the wind,"

Legolas shouted, "Crebain, from Dunland!"

"HIDE!" Gandalf shouted, grabbing his own bags.

Harry rushed to the fires, putting out the fires with his magic, leaving no traces of smoke before grabbing his bags and sword. Quickly, he rushed over to Frodo and pushed him under one of the rocks, leaping in behind him. Aragorn soon followed, pushing his body into a protective position in front of Harry and Frodo.

"Severus, use the Earth!" Harry cried cryptically.

Aragorn looked back at him in confusion before the Earth moved beneath him and he looked back to see vines growing swiftly and fast in front of him, covering over the rock to prevent anyone from looking in.

Harry closed his eyes in concentration, / Is everyone hidden? / he asked telepathically to the other Hybrids.

/Boromir, Merry and Pippin and I are safe. / Sirius answered.

/As are Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf. / Severus spoke.

/Don't worry about us! / the Twins cried mentally.

Harry let out a sigh of relief just as the Crebain began to pass overhead. The cry of the creatures rang through the clearing as they loomed in their formation.

It seemed like hours before they went on their way.

The vines slowly moved back into the earth, releasing them from their hiding places.

Harry nodded at the others as he, Sirius, Severus, Fred and George created a protective circle around the group, their senses now on high alert, magic humming in the air.

"Remind me not to get on their bad sides," Boromir stated softly as he looked upon the five Hybrids.

Harry grinned before looking over at Aragorn, "Think I still need to be protected now?"

"This path is no longer safe. It is being watched. Where now Gandalf?" Severus asked, interrupting the rest of their conversation.

"We must take the Pass of Caradhras," Gandalf spoke before looking up at the mountain looming overhead.

~*~*~ The Crossing of Worlds ~*~*~

"For once, I agree with the bloody dwarf! I hate elves!" Sirius cried out, his voice almost smothered by the roaring ice-cold mountain wind.

Severus, Harry and twins silently agreed while they watched Legolas stand atop the snow, seeming as light as a feather, as the rest tried to walk through the snow that was half way up their chests. Their movements slow and weak as they made their way across the mountaintop.

Harry shivered as the wind bit into his skin. He could feel Frodo shivering on his back as he carried him through the snow. He looked behind to see Fred and George carrying Merry and Pippin on their backs while Boromir carried Sam.

Frodo's shivering increased with every caress of the frozen wind. Harry closed his eyes and let his inner fire envelope both their bodies

Frodo gasped at the sudden warmth that coursed through his body and radiated from Harry's form. The young Hobbit latched onto him even tighter, not wanting any of the blessed warmth escape.

"T-t-thanks," Frodo whispered with a chatter of his teeth.

Harry grasped Frodo's hands, squeezing them reassuringly.

"What is that?" Sirius cried, "There is voice in the air!"

Harry turned to his godfather before beginning to hear the words as well. The voice, coated with magic, filled the air; it echoed with darkness and evil.

A strike of lightning rang through the air as Harry looked up and an avalanche of rock and snow could be seen rushing down towards them.

"SIRIUS - NOW!"

The two thrummed with magic and power as a shield of air and fire came out of nowhere, the snow and rock rammed into the shield only to be stopped and pushed over the edge of the cliff face. Harry and Sirius gasped for breath as the sudden intense loss of energy. The rest of the group (not counting Severus, Fred and George) looked at the two in shock and surprise.

Severus glowed with green energy, stabilizing and strengthening the rock they stood on.

The path along the mountain was no longer safe, as they were also being watched this way.

Aragorn and Boromir were soon arguing amongst themselves about which path they should take.

"If we cannot go over the mountain, let us go under it. Let us go through the Mines of Moria," Gimli offered in the argument.

Gandalf listened on, unusually silent. His haunting silence sent worry and fear through Harry.

"Let the Ring Bearer decide," Gandalf proclaims.

Harry gasped in shock and looked back at the young Hobbit still latched onto his back. Frodo looked at him, his eyes brimming with fear. They were clearly asking for Harry to tell him what to do.

Harry shook his head and sent him a telepathic message, / I cannot help you decide. Choose what you feel is right. /

"Frodo?" Gandalf asked.

Frodo gulped before speaking true, "We will go through the Mines."

Gandalf's eyes turned dark and hardened, they stared down on the Hobbit with an air of finality in his gaze and in his next words.

"So be it."

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