A/N: This is my first ever Lord of the Rings/Harry Potter crossover ever, and I would greatly appreciate some constructive criticism to help better me, and to help write a better story for all of you. Anyways on to the story. I would recommend watching the introduction scene to The Fellowship of Ring, to better your experience.

I Don't Own Anything.

It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all creatures. Seven to the goblin lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who above all else desire power. But within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race.

But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom. The Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master ring, to control all others, and into this ring he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. The inscription on the ring read,

"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbutal, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul,"

"One ring to rule them all, One ring to find them; One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."

One by one the free lands of Earth fell to the power of the ring. But there were some who resisted, a last alliance of men, elves, and other creatures marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the slopes of Mount Doom they fought for the freedom of Earth.

Victory was near-but the power of the ring would not be undone. It was in this moment that all hope had faded, Isildur son of the king, took up his father's sword and severed the One Ring from the dark lord's hand. Sauron the enemies of the free peoples of Earth, was defeated.

-Hundreds of years later-

A small pop sounded off of the side of the paved road in Godric's Hollow, and out of the shadows and trees came a figure adorned in black, pale face covered by the sleeve of the dark cloak. Red snakelike eyes peered out of the hood like search lights, darting back and forth at the various homes that adorned the quiet street. Slowly moving forward, wand held limply at his side in his hand, advanced upon the currently invisible Potter household.

The wards that the Order had cast were nothing but a mere nuisance to the Dark Lord Voldemort, and were quickly brushed aside, like one would brush a fly from their arm. Blasting down the front door with a Bombarda and practically gliding up the stairs to the nursery. Voldemort's spy within the Order of the Phoenix, Wormtail, had done exceedingly well in spilling all of his secrets to him. A pity that the eldest Potters could not be home at the moment, he would have loved to slaughter them. They were away at a Halloween party, hosted by the black sheep of the Black family, ironically enough, and would not have been home for some time if he had not smashed the wards.

Stepping over the fresh corpse of the family's nanny, a mudblood that deserved what she got, he swept into the nursery. One crib, held both children laying side by side, one with brown hair and deep brown eyes, the other with unruly black hair on its head and eyes as green as the killing curse.

He held his wand aloft in front of him, and as he prepared to deliver the killing curse, a wretched and ear splitting shriek came from the street. What on Earth was that? Voldemort thought to himself, as he peered out into the street, a sudden fog had seemed to spring up and standing in the middle of it were nine dark cloaked individuals. Their hoods covered their faces entirely, and as he looked into them, Voldemort had the distinct feeling that all nine of them were staring up at him. He turned his back to the cloaked figures, and cast the unforgiveable.

"Avada Kedavra!" he called out, and a burst of bright green light flew forth from his wand at the sole crib, striking both baby's, suddenly and unexpectedly the curse rebounded off of the two and directly back at its caster. Destroying Voldemort's form, and leaving the two babies as they were before, this time though, both young boy's foreheads were adorned with a single scar each. The brown haired boy, Daniel, held a jagged scar that resemble nothing. The black haired boy, Harry, received a lightning bolt shaped scar that would forever mar his skin. Daniel Potter began to cry, quite loudly too.

Nine cloaked figures ascended the stairs, they were Black Riders, Ring Wraiths; Nazgûl. The most loyal of all of the Dark Lord Sauron's servants. Morgul blades drawn and at the ready, they swept into the nursery and in Black Speech began to converse.

"This is the one, the one our Lord seeks," The leader of the group said in a commanding tone that was chilling to listen to, using the language of the Black Speech, which was used by those who served the Dark Lord. He was known as the Witch King of Angmar, a being whose name was legend, and had struck fear into the hearts of all creatures. Khamûl, the second in command, spoke next,

"Are you sure? Our Lord will not tolerate failure," Khamûl said in a raspy and cold voice. The Witch King rounded on Khamûl . "Do you take me for a fool?" Khamûl remained silent before finally saying, "No."

"Then hold your tongue," The Witch King said, as he turned back towards the crib and sheathed his blade. Reaching his heavy gauntlets into the crib and snatched up the child known as Harry Potter. The Nine descended the stairs and left out of the back door, disappearing into the night.

Almost as soon as the back door swung shut, nearly the entire Order of the Phoenix apparated onto the front lawn of the current Potter residence, wands at the ready. Lily and James Potter sprinted into the house, caring little for their own safety, all that mattered was the lives of their children. At the top of the stairs, Lily covered her mouth at the sight of the limp corpse of Sandra, the nanny that they had hired to look after their two young boys when they would go out.

Clenching back the tears, Lily stepped over poor Sandra's body and dashed into the nursery. She ran right up to the crib, and leaned in to grab her son Daniel. But where was Harry? Then she saw the black cloak, and the familiar Dark Lord's wand and put together what must have happened.

Voldemort must have cast a killing curse, that Daniel had survived but Harry had not, meaning that he was the child that the prophecy had foretold. She sunk to her knees, Daniel cradled in her arms, and like a floodgate had been released, tears began to stream down her face. James came sprinting in, eyes wild with emotion, Lily managed to choke out through her tears, "He's gone…" before breaking into sobs once more. James moved to be with his wife, and wrapped his arm around her in a comforting fashion, "At least we have Daniel, we can be thankful for that," James said.

-Years later-

Dumbledore sat in his office, fingers steepled and leaning back in his chair, Fawkes was perched nearby in his usual position, as Dumbledore contemplated these most recent developments. Ever since the death of Cedric Diggory, and the confirmation of what was seen by Daniel Potter, it was true then. Lord Voldemort has returned.

His thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the office door, and Snape walking in, "You summoned me Headmaster?"

"Ah yes Severus, do come in, lemon drop?" The old wizard offered to the potions master, who shook his head, "Straight to business I see," Dumbledore said, lowering his hands to lay intertwined on the top of his desk. "I have heard rumors, of a very powerful wizard to the east. Rumor has it that the wizard resides within a fortress from a long forgotten age, and I need you to go and attempt to sway this wizard to our cause." Serverus nodded, and turned on his heel, cloak billowing out behind him in his somewhat trademark fashion. He truly did grow tired of being his messenger boy.

-Somewhere in the East-

Severus Snape was not an easily intimidated man, but the very sight of what lay before him made the fair of the back of his neck stand up on end, he slowly began to cross the single bridge into a place that was once thought nothing more than myth and legend. Dol Goldur. Ancient texts rumored the fortress as a hill of dark sorcery and evil, no one knew how long that it had stood on this hill in the forest, but those same texts allude to it being from the time of Merlin.

Taking even steps across the single bridge leading into the fortress, dark and ominous clouds swirled overhead, laden down with heavy raindrops. At the entryway he paused for a moment and looked to the side of fortress, a yellowed human skulls empty black eyes stared back at him from one of the numerous cages that hung off of the side of the structure.

Snape knew that he was being watched, where from he could not exactly determine. He placed his hand over his wand as he moved through a narrow hallway filled with overgrown roots and vines. Finding himself in a spacious room he drew his wand and began to cast a revealing charm, transparent spherical pulses began to emit from his wand, crawling over every object and structure. Changing to a more complex charm, the words began to roll off his tongue.

Suddenly he was thrown off of his feet and came crashing down into the stone flooring, looking upward he found himself staring at an orc. Orcs were a rather dark magical creature that had not been seen in centuries, and were renowned for their love of battle and destruction of all things. Not to mention that certain appendages, such as fingers, were used to strengthen various potions. This orc had pure white skin, which in itself was rare, and was also missing its left arm below the elbow. A twisted and gnarled bar of iron was substitute for what was missing. In its other hand it wielded a heavy and rather dangerous looking mace, deep scars marred its skin, and behind it dozens of other orcs stood behind it with many other nasty looking weapons. The other orcs leered and jested at him in an unknown and guttural sounding language.

The Pale Orc began to start laughing in a humorless tone, and then spoke in that same harsh language, took the mace in both hand and the gnarled end of the bar, came charging forward to deliver a devastating blow. Snape rolled out of the way and cast several cutting curses into the crowd of hostile creatures, before taking off in a sprint down one of the numerous passageways, delving deeper into the fortress of Dol Goldur. Behind him he could hear the shouting of commands and the barking of what he thought were wolves.

Upon reaching a narrow bridge that connected the main fortress to an outlying tower, he spun and cast a Bombarda at the bridge, destroying it and preventing his pursuers from giving chase. He realized the error of his ways, when he practically ran into the blade of a sword, the tip barely a millimeter from his throat. His eyes travelled down the blade to the wielder, whom wore a heavy set of intricately carved armor and a thick black hooded cloak. Only when looking at the young face did he realize, that the wielder of the sword couldn't be much older than one of his sixth year students at Hogwarts. His blood red eyes were undoubtedly unnerving, and Snape could see the fringe of black hair on his head.

Severus calmed himself before speaking, "I come bearing a message," he said in a steady tone. The teenage boy said nothing, but began to pace around him, sword still at his throat. The sword never shook nor faltered, but stayed at precisely the same angle, hinting at the strength this boy possessed.

Finally the teen stopped pacing, and in a low and dangerous voice said, "So did they…" The sword now pointed to several bodies draped in black with silver masks, Death Eaters he realized, "But they failed to choose their words carefully-why have you come, wizard?" the teenage boy questioned. "Those men," Severus gestured to the bodies of the Death Eaters," serve the Dark Lord Voldemort, and wish to enslave to the Wizarding World. An associate of mine, wishes for our organization, the Order of the Phoenix, to ally with you," Snape finished in his monotone voice.

He had noticed that the boy's face remained emotionless, for the entire time he spoke, except for when he said the words Dark Lord. Perhaps, this boy disliked the Dark Lord as much as some members of the Order did.

"I will find you whenever I reach my decision, now go," the boy dismissed him with a wave of his hand, and Snape apparated back to the Hogwarts grounds.

The Black Hand of Sauron, had not been surprised that the wizard had come to Dol Goldur to seek his help, it was as his father, Sauron the Great had said it would be. But against what, his father did not know, now he knew. Whatever The Black Hand saw, Sauron saw, for as long as his own ring of power was on his hand, Sauron could see through him.

"What shall I do, my lord?" he questioned the Lord of Mordor, "We shall wait, until an opportune moment to fully reveal ourselves, and when we do there will be no force on this Earth that can stop me."

The Black Hand of Sauron had been known by another name long ago, a name that was very well known among the wizarding population of Britain, he was Harry Potter. Now his father was amassing a huge army in Mordor to the east, while here in Dol Goldur he himself would be able to field an army of significant size as well, with Azog as his lieutenant. The Wizarding world will soon fall to their combined strength.

A/N: There it is folks, the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. As I certainly did writing it. So feel free to Follow, Favorite or Review if you want to. Until Next time.