Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ At Least We're Not Dead ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: SapphireEyedWolf 
How Harry and Cedric end up in Middle Earth.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.20.2010 | Updated On: 09.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 785 | Visits: 2.2K | Status: Work In Progress
How Harry and Cedric end up in Middle Earth.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 09.20.2010 | Updated On: 09.25.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 785 | Visits: 2.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I give all ownership of the characters to J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien, I just own the plot.
Author's Notes: So, you know how Ron didn't believe Harry? Of course you do! Anyway, during that time Harry and Cedric got closer. Harry became Cedric's honorary little brother! So, later, Harry will be called Harry Diggory.
One last thing! Italics means the words are from the 4th HP book.
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Harry felt his feet slam into the ground; his injured leg gave way, and he fell forward; his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last. He raised his head.
"Where are we?" he said.
Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around. They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles - perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. A hill rose above them to their left. Harry could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside.
Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.
"Nope," said Harry. He was looking around the graveyard. It was completely silent and slightly eerie. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
"I dunno," said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous. "Wands out d'you reckon?"
"Yeah," said Harry, glad that Cedric made the suggestion rather than him.
They pulled out their wands. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched.
"Someone's coming," he said suddenly.
Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Harry couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - Harry saw that the thing in the persons arms looked like a baby... or was it merely a bundle of robes?
Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric. Cedric shot him a quizzical look. They both turned to watch the approaching figure. It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.
And then, without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open.
From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Nothing happened. No green light, no scream. Nothing.* With strength he didn't know he had, Harry stood unsteadily, ignoring the pain in his leg and head. Cedric helped to steady him when he nearly fell. Both of their heads snapped up to their would-be murderers.
"Wormtail, do as I say! Kill the spare!" Harry's eyes widened and he momentarily forgot his pain. They had to get out of there. Now.
"I-I can't master! Forgive me!" Harry slowly bent down, with the help of Cedric, to grab his wand. Wormtail looked at them through his hood and lifted his wand. Then he spoke as Harry spoke.
"Tenus alius tempus**!" As Harry said, "accio cup!" Harry had his arm outstretched while he clung to Cedric. The spell hit them the same time that Harry grasped the cup. Cedric and Harry disappeared in a bright blue light. The only living things in the cemetary was an enraged Dark Lord and a wimpering servant.
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I hope you like it so far!
* In the fifth book, Bellatrix says you have to mean it to cast an Unforgivable.
** It means to another time in latin. It's cheesey, I know, but it's the best I could think of.
Author's Notes: So, you know how Ron didn't believe Harry? Of course you do! Anyway, during that time Harry and Cedric got closer. Harry became Cedric's honorary little brother! So, later, Harry will be called Harry Diggory.
One last thing! Italics means the words are from the 4th HP book.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Harry felt his feet slam into the ground; his injured leg gave way, and he fell forward; his hand let go of the Triwizard Cup at last. He raised his head.
"Where are we?" he said.
Cedric shook his head. He got up, pulled Harry to his feet, and they looked around. They had left the Hogwarts grounds completely; they had obviously traveled miles - perhaps hundreds of miles - for even the mountains surrounding the castle were gone. They were standing instead in a dark and overgrown graveyard; the black outline of a small church was visible beyond a large yew tree to their right. A hill rose above them to their left. Harry could just make out the outline of a fine old house on the hillside.
Cedric looked down at the Triwizard Cup and then up at Harry.
"Did anyone tell you the cup was a Portkey?" he asked.
"Nope," said Harry. He was looking around the graveyard. It was completely silent and slightly eerie. "Is this supposed to be part of the task?"
"I dunno," said Cedric. He sounded slightly nervous. "Wands out d'you reckon?"
"Yeah," said Harry, glad that Cedric made the suggestion rather than him.
They pulled out their wands. Harry kept looking around him. He had, yet again, the strange feeling that they were being watched.
"Someone's coming," he said suddenly.
Squinting tensely through the darkness, they watched the figure drawing nearer, walking steadily toward them between the graves. Harry couldn't make out a face, but from the way it was walking and holding its arms, he could tell that it was carrying something. Whoever it was, he was short, and wearing a hooded cloak pulled up over his head to obscure his face. And - several paces nearer, the gap between them closing all the time - Harry saw that the thing in the persons arms looked like a baby... or was it merely a bundle of robes?
Harry lowered his wand slightly and glanced sideways at Cedric. Cedric shot him a quizzical look. They both turned to watch the approaching figure. It stopped beside a towering marble headstone, only six feet from them. For a second Harry and Cedric and the short figure simply looked at one another.
And then, without warning, Harry's scar exploded with pain. It was agony such as he had never felt in all his life; his wand slipped from his fingers as he put his hands over his face; his knees buckled; he was on the ground and he could see nothing at all; his head was about to split open.
From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, "Kill the spare."
"Avada Kedavra!"
Nothing happened. No green light, no scream. Nothing.* With strength he didn't know he had, Harry stood unsteadily, ignoring the pain in his leg and head. Cedric helped to steady him when he nearly fell. Both of their heads snapped up to their would-be murderers.
"Wormtail, do as I say! Kill the spare!" Harry's eyes widened and he momentarily forgot his pain. They had to get out of there. Now.
"I-I can't master! Forgive me!" Harry slowly bent down, with the help of Cedric, to grab his wand. Wormtail looked at them through his hood and lifted his wand. Then he spoke as Harry spoke.
"Tenus alius tempus**!" As Harry said, "accio cup!" Harry had his arm outstretched while he clung to Cedric. The spell hit them the same time that Harry grasped the cup. Cedric and Harry disappeared in a bright blue light. The only living things in the cemetary was an enraged Dark Lord and a wimpering servant.
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I hope you like it so far!
* In the fifth book, Bellatrix says you have to mean it to cast an Unforgivable.
** It means to another time in latin. It's cheesey, I know, but it's the best I could think of.