I don't own Harry Potter or LOTR - I also think it's pretty pointless to say that. I do own the original content of this story and everything that isn't in the books or film on which this is based.

Okie so this is my first ever attempt at a Harry Potter/LOTR crossover and I kinda used it as a stress reliever over the last six months, so it has officially become the very fist story I've ever completed. Well, I've completed the first book at least.

I'm pretty happy with it actually although I will admit that I'm terrible at grammar so feel free to correct me and I'll correct this as I go along, I write to learn and I try so bare with me. Word confusion is another little habit of mine that I'm trying to fix, if you spot any please tell me about them. I think my worst ones are 'past and passed' and 'then and than.'

Now onto what I'm really writing this to say:

1. I have modified the personalities of the Harry Potter characters used in this story after this chapter. My reasons are explained well enough as the story progresses. I just want you to know that I did do it on purpose.

2. The only part of the Harry Potter time line that I really modified is the very, very end battle at Hogwarts so everything else happened as it did in the book and sometimes the films.

3. I have used film world LOTR and I used the extended edition so mostly everything is done as it was in the film.

4. I'm using UK spelling as that's where I'm from and it's easier for me.

5. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, please leave me some feedback.

Flames will hurt like a slap in the face and make me less inclined to write any more but beggars can't be choosers I guess.

6. I allow anonymous reviews.

-Rin

Sons of Summons: Book 1 – Nahámionr

Chapter 1 - Namárië My Friends

Everything changed so suddenly, in a few short months everything turned on its head and rolled into complete chaos. I was still there though and still fighting.

It began soon after he fell, in the end it was his soft heart, loyalty and kind nature - what some thought was his greatest strength- that proved to be his greatest weakness. Dumbledore was dead, Voldemort had won and he feared nothing.

Rid of his only fear the dark lord's forces were allowed to grow and their hatred festered, we had little hope left and the final battle came soon after. We had long since grown used to war and it is in war that we saw our lives end but we brought him with us and so our lives did not end in vain. I refused to let them.

In the end I was powerless to stop it and my body rejected the reality of that so violently that something very odd happened. I died and woke up in a world that is not my own.

"You have worked so hard for this for such a long time Harry, we are proud of you" Harry Potter stood looking into eye of the ghostly shapes which took the form of all those he had loved, unwaveringly and bound in loyalty and friendship. The speaker beamed at him kindly and Harry looked on him as a favourite Uncle, there was no reason for Remus Lupin to say these things to him but it was more to his personality then to that of many of the others.

"I failed you" Harry choked on his own words but the flood gate of tears that he so valiantly held shut did not see fit to open although the emotion was becoming harder to hold back as each new ghost appeared before him, every time a new face appeared he knew for certain they were dead in the real world and that he was powerless to prevent their deaths.

"No, Harry" the speaker changed and Harry's eyes were drawn to the form of his mentor, Albus Dumbledore. "It is I who has failed you, I should have told you the full truth when I had the chance" The old mans eyes were sad and Harry found himself, for perhaps the first time in his life, devoid of rage. In years past Harry knew his temper would have flared dangerously but this new sense of hopelessness was too overwhelming for him to feel anything else, even for a moment.

"You tired your best Harry, you can do no more" Hermione's voice called him out of his reprieve and he looked at her sadly, she had just appeared along with Ron who stood next to her, a soft yet sad smile touched his features as he looked at them, they were together in life and would be now they were dead.

"We are free of him in death and now he has won I prefer it that way, life will not be worth living with them in charge. Don't worry about us Harry we're free." Ginny, the person that Harry loved more then life itself, her vibrant spirit was the one he would miss most of all but he still could not bring himself to cry, she smiled encouragingly at him.

"Go back Harry and take him down with you, we will wait for you and we will never leave you. Survive if you can but kill him, save the others who were not as fortunate as we are and still live in oppression and fear" finally his mother spoke, she and his father had been standing silently in the back all along, they held hands as they smiled at their only son and Harry felt his resolve harden, even if he did not live through it, he would meet his destiny and kill his parent's and friend's murderers, he had one plan left but he needed help.

"I will need your help." it was as much a question as a statement and their smile was all the answer he needed, the oldest of rituals would spell the end of Lord Voldemort and Tom Marvolo Riddle but it would take the life of Harry James Potter to activate it.

He awoke with a gasp and immediately became aware of the bodies that littered the floor of Hogwart's great hall, he lay among them and so had a clear view of what was left of the enchanted ceiling - almost nothing. The walls of the great castle had been torn to the ground exposing the once grand corridors to the cold night air. A bone chilling laugh echoed harshly somewhere to his left and he turned his aching head to see the dark lord standing in the middle of a ring of death eaters laughing at the destruction they had so willingly caused.

His heart began to pound as he felt the collective spirits of his friends and family rise like a blanket of power within him, a force consisting entirely of good but also slight darkness as it was to be used to kill. Nothing that was used with intent to cause death could be purely light regardless of the intentions behind it.

Still lying on the floor where he first fell, Harry Potter thrust his hand towards the sickeningly evil being that had hunted him since he was little over a year old. A gold glowing magic quickly formed and shot towards Lord Voldemort leaving Harry with but one final task to accomplish. The Dark Lord was none too pleased and turned his red, wicked, snake like eyes on the boy he thought he had killed.

"You fool, complete this magic and you will die as well" The monster called in desperation. A humourless laugh ripped from the throat of Harry, his adversary, as he registered the irony of the statement, it was typical of the dark lord to threaten with his own fears.

"I do not fear death as you do Tom, and what the hell do you think any of us cared about dieing, when you denied us the right to live?" With that said, he activated the seal and ended it, the dark lord was sealed into a crypt as a being that was neither living nor dead, his body was destroyed and his death eaters were pulled in with him. When the power finally died and the light faded, not a single creature was left alive within the great castle's walls, the ghosts had fled, the magic at the core of the former school was gone and Harry Potter, along with all who had aided and opposed him, was dead.