Chapter One

Disclaimer- This story is based off another fan fiction called Harry Potter and the Hobbit's tale by Partially Obsessed so if this seems rather similar to her story I apologize but please give my story a chance as well as check out her story.

Author's Notes - I'm just adding this to tell you that Lyra's scar isn't going to be a lightning bolt but is more like a slash across her face starting a little above her left bow before going down and ending by her her right jawline

Tell me have you ever heard of the story of The Hobbit and The Witch? You know the one where a young Hobbit by the name of Bilbo Baggins, the one who was more or less tricked by an old, slightly meddlesome wizard to go on an adventure with a company of dwarfs who were planning to take back their homeland. Oh, did I mention that these dwarfs wanted dear Mr. Baggins to steal from a dragon.

If you haven't heard of Bilbo Baggins than perhaps you have heard of Lyra Potter, the girl who lived. The one who lived through the infamous killing curse with only a single scar and the death of her parents, Lily and James Potter, as a result. Her scar was a rather large one it was on her face, it began a bit above her left brown and extended across her face and disappeared behind her right ear. Lyra Potter as much as she had detested herself knew that she was meant to defeat Voldemort once and for all. Though not by herself like many people in the wizardry world are leading her to think, for to defeat this great evil she must face another evil to realize the answer to defeat her own.

If you still don't know who I am taking about then just maybe this story will be just as surprising as it was for those involved. It has started in the early morning of the Shire, nothing or no one of interest moving about all that much as the Sun was just coming up from the horizon. In a vast field outside of the Shire, there was a young girl of man, no older than 14 who laid in the tall grass, not moving. In fact the only hint that even gave her the appearance of being alive was the rise and fall of her chest But with the many wound that covered her body that to was doubtful.

This young girl was Lyra Potter,a student of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. Before she had arrived in the current field she had just barely escaped the newly revived Dark Lord, Voldemort. It had seemed that the third task had been staged to make Lyra the winner so she could be kidnapped and have her blood used to give the man she hated above all else a new body. She had found herself some what twice unlucky since she taken Cedric to the graveyard with her as well, since they had decided to make it a full round Hogwarts win. Then she had a lucky break when Cedric hit his head on a rock and knocked himself out, which to the slimy rat Bastard Wormtail gave the appearance of being dead. She had then been pinned to an angel statue and watch as he performed the sick,dark ritual that gave Voldemort a body once again

It was only then was she was released from the statue's grip but only to end up in a duel that if she lost she would surely die. She had fought to the best of her ability but most of the time all she did was run from the spells that were shot at her from not only Voldemort but dark spells from his oh so loyal Death Eaters. Like everyone would at that moment she would say that she fought bravely to defend her life but in truth she did more running than spell casting, anyone who said otherwise would be lying through their teeth, she had ran like a coward. She knew that she didn't stand a chance against nearly ten fully grown and trained wizards and witches.

It wasn't until her and Voldemort were at a standstill that she was give her chance at escaping his clutches. Her parents ghost had somehow come forth and distracted the Dark Lord and his followers long enough for her to make a break to Cedric's prone body and summon the cup. It was there a Valar chose to act to place his Maiar in place to shape her destiny into one much different from one that a certain meddling coot had been shaping for her. Which was how the young witch found herself in a field injured, alone, and as well unconscious.

This was where the merge of the story of a Young Hobbit, Young Witch, as well as the Unfortunate Wizard ( But that won't be for some time) began.

Lyra winced in pain as she woke up, sitting up in the tall grass she could say the least she could rule out being dead so afterlife was out of the question. So the only options she could think of was that the port key had messed up and sent her and Cedric somewhere that wasn't Hogwarts.

As Lyra looked beside and all around her she had found a noticeable missing older teen and stupid crystal cup. Feeling the sudden surge of panic, she quickly let her hand rest on her want holster, something that gave her some relief when felt that her wand was there, she could at least defend herself somewhat if she was attacked. She was sure that Cedric could take care of himself, so she had to take care of her first problem, where the bloody hell was she?

"Oh! Thank goodness you're alive and well. I was so worried that you might be dead or really hurt. Here I thought I might have needed to run back home to get the doctor." a small man said coming out of the tall grass, he was a fairly good shape and he had a friendly smile on his face

Looking at him, she couldn't think of any way this little man could be a threat. He wore a simple overcoat vest and tucked in shirt with a pair of nice pants. The only possible way he could harm her was hit her with the tall stick he was using for a walking stick. As she sat up she took another notice of this small man's features, her had usually large feet (for someone his size) and slightly pointed ears.

"Oh. Um. Do you mind telling me where I am and who you are?" Lyra asked the small man simply and politely.

The little man then looked a little put out, which made Lyra frown. She didn't do anything to offend him he was such a kind man, while still a stranger he was nice enough to check to make sure that she wasn't dead. Not many people who knew her would do that thanks to what her uncle did to what Little of a reputation she had.

"You know young Lady it is polite to introduce yourself first before asking someone for their own name" the man said with a small huff as he crossed his arms in displeasure.

Lyra just stared at the man as if he was insane, but soon her disbelief turned into embarrassment at what the man said.

"Oh. Sorry about that. My name is Lyra Evans."Lyra replied to the small man, with a little caution, while she really doubted that this guy was working for Voldemort, but on the very unlikely case that she would be followed by whatever brought her here, so if they were looking for a Lyra Potter it may throw them off if they don't know they had to look for a Lyra Evans. Plus if she was stuck here it would be nice to be able to escape her unwanted title of the girl who lived.

"Well Miss Lyra Evans, it's a great pleasure to me you. Now as for your questions you're just outside the Shire, Home of the Hobbits and my name is Harry Lightfoot." The newly introduced Harry said to Lyra.

Lyra was definitely not in her world anymore.