The Return of the Deathly Hallows
It had seemed like centuries ago since the war of both worlds against the dark lords had taken place. The fight for peace in Mordor and the fight for justice at Hogwarts. Now the dark lords have arisen with the help of their minions. With Sauron's 'one ring' and Lord Voldemorts 'powerful wand' they have found each other with one common goal: rule both worlds.
11:39PM Hogwarts. Alarm bell rings. Everyone wakes up knowing the drill of an emergency.
"Bloody hell!" whined Ron.
"Ron, I'm sure this is more important than your beauty sleep. What do you think has happened Harry?"
Hermoine turns to Harry, as if he holds all the answers.
Harry turns to his two best friends, "I don't know guys", he turns to face the head master about to speak, "I don't know".
"Attention!" yelled head master Dumbledore. "I'm afraid we have very bad news". He looked straight into the eyes of Harry as he said these words; "the Dark Lord has arisen with the help of his servants. He has joined forces with another unknown Lord from another world. A land by the name of Mordor.
"I have to go!" yelled Harry. His worst fears came true.
"But Harry, you don't even know this place or even what it holds. Dumbledore tell him!" cried Hermoine.
"Harry... you are right, you must go. But with the help of Snape and I."
"No" cried Hermoine, "Ron and I are coming too!"
And so the five set out to Dumbledore's secret portal where they were ready to enter a whole new mystical world. The world of Lord Sauron.
*
There is havoc in the Shire. It only seemed like a day where Frodo and his pals were free from worry, from wondering whether they would live to see the next day, to grow old with their wives.
But the Dark Lord has taken his ring back. The ring that Frodo thought he destroyed. It survived.
"Frodo! we must leave tonight. I have summoned the fellowship for one last mission. This must be done, my dear Frodo, or we will never see peace. But I had a vision. The Sauron was not alone!" spoke Gandalf the Great.
Night fall was approaching and so the fellowship; Frodo, Sam, Gimli, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, and Gandalf, set out on their three day journey to Mordor to destroy the King and the ring once and for all.
*
The third day was approaching. The fellowship was still strong but most of all, hopeful.
"We will capm here for the night, sunrise we will head East to Mordor. I will head out to find wood for the fire" said Aragorn to the group.
Deep in the woods Aragorn was gathering wood... *WHIIIIIIZ BSSSH BOOM*...
Taken aback, Aragorn thought he saw lightning not far from where he was. He rushed over, a bit frightened though.
He could make out a group of people dressed oddly. He pulled out his sword.
"HALT! Who goes there?!" yelled Aragorn.
Harry turned around and drew his wand....
*
The fire was up, beds were made, food was ready as each person sat in silence. They knew each others story. Background. And reason they were there. They knew the only way to defeat both Lord's was to work together and restore peace to both worlds.
Sun rise and everyone was up and the new, larger, fellowship were off, just as Aragorn said.
"I don't trust 'em one bit" whispered Gimli to Legolas.
Ron overhearing yelled back "yeah well we don't trust AAAND like you either!"
And within a few minutes they were standing at the gates of Mordor. Suddenly it opened as if it was expecting them. They entered, swords ready, wands drawn.
It was empty. So each of them split up to see where their enemy was hiding.
Harry, walking through the towers where the orks should've been, was alone.
"Hello Harry". Harry turned to see Lord Voldemort with his wand out.
"But I thought-" Suddenly it was not Voldemort he was talking to but Sauron.
"What?! who are you!"
"We are one now Harry, we have morphed into one. We are more powerful than you and your friends". He spoke with a ring on his right hand and a wand in the other.
Just then he heard screams coming from the fellowship. The orks! They were hiding. Waiting for this exact moment.
Sauron was now Voldemort. Still with the ring on.
"Whats that you have in your hand?!" Although Harry knew the answer.
"Why, its your mothers wand Harry" Voldemort said quietly closing in on Harry. The one wand that could easily destroy the blood of the owner.
"One more thing Harry" Voldemort pulled out Harry's family photo from the night he killed his parents. He was sure it was burnt along with all the other belongings.
"This, Harry, was my reminder of why I must conquer"
And with that Voldemort striked!
*
"HARRY, WAKE UP! BLOODY HELL! it's 2AM you've had a bad dream!" cried Ron.
Harry turned to see everything in place. Relieved to see Ron and his dorm room, Harry turned to turn off his bedside table light off. Reaching for the switch, he noticed something that wasn't there before. Putting on his glasses Harry screamed.
He hasn't seen that photo since the night his parents were killed.
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