Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings
HPLOTR Crossover—because I felt like it.
Pairings: Will be Slash; Legolas/Harry among others
Summary: Harry wishes himself away and happens to land in Middle-Earth. A place he can start anew—the only catch being if he can survive another war, this time on a much grander scale. Slash Legolas/Harry
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Do You Believe In Magic?
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- THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED! (soo have all the other ones) I ONLY MADE SMALL CHANGES. WARNING NOTE THOUGH: I'VE DECIDED TO NOT MAKE HARRY AN ELFLING. HE ONLY LOOKS YOUNG. REPEAT: HARRY IS NOT AN ELFLING!
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Take Me Away EDITED
War was the ruin of all life. Despite what people said there was no winner and almost everyone lost. There are always two sides to war: the light side and the dark side. But after everything is said and done you can't really differentiate the two. For both sides took lives, both sides struck terror in those who opposed them and both sides lost those whom they cared about most.
Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding world knew this better than anyone now.
The war in the Wizarding world lasted almost two years. It started in the middle of his sixth year when he was sixteen and continued well into what would have been his final year at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts.
The place he used to call home was now no more than a pile of ruins having been the site the last battle took place. The once proud, magical symbol of strength, once said to be the safest place in the magical world, was littered with bodies—those of friends, family and the occasional Death Eater.
As Harry looked around the area slowly; he carefully tried to asses his own wounds. Feeling around his leg—which was throbbing a bit painfully—he came upon a particularly painful spot and hissed when he felt something—which was probably a bone sticking out. Rubbing and feeling around the area he came to the conclusion that he must have obtained the injury when the ceiling of one of the halls exploded and he was thrown rather brutally a few feet away.
Maybe if he was lucky this was his worst injury…
Checking the rest of his body he was sadly mistaken. He felt an agonizing pain whenever he tried to take in deep breaths and assumed that he had some broken ribs as well…
Searching the rest of his body he found various other wounds as well. There was a rather long gash across his chest, which surprised him; he didn't remember getting it or a situation in which he could have gotten it. Wiping his forehead he found blood on his already ruined sleeve and upon further movement—which his sore body profusely protested—he found one his ankles hurting rather badly.
'Why can't I feel any extreme pain…?' he asked himself confusedly as he stared at his bloody findings. With all these heavy injuries shouldn't he feel something harsher than the light pain he was feeling now? Even he wasn't this invincible to this kind of degree. Maybe he was cursed or something during his battle with—
"Oh!" he exclaimed. Now he remembered; during the fight he had used a dark spell, torpeo sentio, taught to him by none other than Mad Eye-Moody. It was an old spell only used by wizards to block the worst pain during battle or while they were recovering from a rather painful injury. Of course, the spell could wear off by itself if not cast every few hours and last he remembered he had cast it no more than three or four hours ago so he had about ten or so hours before it wore off by itself. But Mad-Eye had given him a warning though; upon removal of the spell he would feel all the pain inflicted on him all at once.
And knowing Madam Pomfrey—if she was still alive—she would most certainly demand he remove the spell so she could attend to all his injuries at once and not ten hours from now.
He debated for a while and wondered if he should just get it over with; no use having everyone see him writhe in agony—at this point he'd rather suffer humiliation when it was just him to witness it. With one deep breath he clutched his wand that had yet to leave his side and pointed it to his own temple. He closed his eyes and with another deeper breath he prepared to say the words that would cause him unbearable amounts of pain.
"Omnis sentio!"
All at once pain invaded him from all sides. He clutched his head and gave a muffled scream—biting his lips in order to keep most of the noise to himself. His leg felt like it was on fire and his rugged breaths only made his ribs hurt unbearably. This horrible torture seemed to continue for hours but his rational mind—which was quickly being overrun by the pain—knew it had been probably been less than three minutes.
Then for a brief moment he wished he were dead.
Because the pain was really getting to be too much and in his delusional state he was cursing everything and everyone he could think of. Dumbledore; for making him fight this stupid battle, Sirius; for leaving him all alone, the Dursley's, for making his childhood a living hell and most of all Voldemort, the bastard that took away his happiness, his parents and for ruining every good thing that ever happened to Harry.
'I wish I was someplace else! Somewhere I can be happy! Somewhere where the Boy-who-lived doesn't exist!' he mentally screamed and closed his eyes as the pain intensified.
As the Savior of the Wizarding World writhed in pain among the ruins of the Final Battle his silent wish was carefully being answered. Without his noticing; his own magic started to weave around him, placing him in a protective embrace.
Slowly and carefully he was being lifted, the magic working harder to ensue it's master's safety. As the magic started to slow a bright light sprung forth encasing the being in the magical cocoon. With one last flash of bright light; green emerald eyes opened; and in that very second completely vanished.
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Two weary and battle worn figures scoured the area in which they last heard screams. This was the supposed area in which their Savior had supposedly made his last stand against the evil they had all fought so hard to defeat. Panting and covered in bruises and blood they both kept searching. Their knees were scraped as they climbed over ruins and misplaced suits of armor all the while keeping their eyes open.
Hazel and blue eyes suddenly closed and they twisted around to block the light that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. As soon as they could see again they both rushed forward; quite sure this was what they were looking for.
A minute later they came upon a heart-breaking sight. "Oh Harry…" the female of the two companions launched herself into the arms of her redheaded lover where she started to sob.
The male however loosely wrapped his arms around her while staring straight ahead, part of him denying what he was seeing.
There laid Harry's glasses and what could only be his clothes. Said clothes were cut and bloodied. Upon further inspection he saw the large amounts of blood the clothes were hiding. "Oh, Harry, mate." He felt his eyes stinging but kept his tears at bay and held strong, he had to be strong; for Hermione and the rest of the surviving Order.
"Oh, Ron…why?" the frizzy-haired girl asked as the sobs still racked her small frame. He shook his head and turned them both around. Someone had to get the news to the Order.
Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World was dead.
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(A/N: I started a new story…I will update the other ones, I don't plan on abandoning them.
Yep, it's another Harry goes to Middle Earth. It will be slash, (Legolas/Harry)
Okay, my Latin is a little rusty…not that I've ever taken the time to learn but here are my poor attempts at it.
Torpeo – numb
Sentio – feel
Omnis – all
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