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Shadows of the Past	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 12317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note - We have another time skip, and there’s also at least one ‘flashback’ to a past life. The flashbacks will be marked with ~ to show where they are so you won’t be confused. We hope you enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer – We do not own “the Hobbit,” “the Silmarillion,” or “Harry Potter.” We do not make money from this story.

Chapter Ten - Confrontations

Hari shifted in her spot in the dark damp room she’d been locked in. She wasn’t sure where she was or where her friends were either. The witch hissed in worry and pain as she stared out into the darkness, thinking back on what had happened earlier.

The ritual to create her staff had drawn the attention of the one teacher they had been trying to keep their heads down around. Umbridge had stunned all three of them, taking them off guard, and Hari had woken up in this miserable room. It brought back blurry memories of the dungeon Sauron had kept her in as a prisoner between the rounds of torture he’d put her past self through.

The dark haired witch silently scolded herself for not being more vigilant in ensuring they were not watched. Now her friends were somewhere, and she had no clue where she or they were. All she could do was hope and pray that Ron and Hermione were safe because Hari had a feeling that something was about to go dreadfully wrong.

The door opened, allowing a crack of light to be seen, and she cursed to herself when she recognized the distinctive drawl of one Lucius Malfoy.

“Up,” he ordered. “You have an audience today, and it’s best to not keep the Dark Lord waiting.”

Voldemort?! The toad had taken her to the Death Eaters?! An angry snarl left her lips, and Lucius got an unexpected headbutt in the stomach when he tried to drag her up on her feet.

“Sirius is really gonna DISOWN your wife and son as possible heirs to the Black family when he learns about this,” she screamed, stomping on his foot and not giving him a chance to get a hold of her.

“Black won’t have time to do so,” he sneered as he petrified her with a silent spell.

Hari growled to herself as her stiff form was levitated and dragged out of the cell. She could only stare up at the ceiling, wondering if her friends were all right and if anyone had an idea of where she was. The witch didn’t harbor any hope that Voldemort would treat her nicely. She was in for a painful time while in his clutches, and she just hoped she could bear it until a chance for escape presented itself or she was rescued.

The sound of Voldemort’s voice chilled her as she was brought into the room where he was waiting. Even petrified, she could see Death Eaters waiting and Hari was set on the floor.

The petrification was lifted, and the wizard spoke to his captive.

“Welcome, young Harriet,” he hissed softly. “I have waited for this for some time, and I mean to enjoy myself until you beg for death. You have much to answer for, and I will make sure you suffer for it. CRUCIO!”

Her body seized in agony, locking her breath in her chest for a moment before being released in a loud scream.

‘Narvi...Narvi...Narvi, help!! No again...not again! Narvi!!’ she mentally pleaded in growing horror, the memories of Sauron’s torture surfacing again. For a moment, she was back in her old elven body and it was not Voldemort in front of her but Sauron.

Pain raced hotly through her body as spell after spell was thrown at her, and her mind kept going from this reality to the agony she’d endured under Sauron’s cruelty. What finally ripped the veil that had separated her from her past memories was when one of the Death Eaters savagely broke every bone in her hands before mangling them further by cutting the muscles and tendons there.

It was as if a lock had brutally been torn apart, releasing her memories, altering her magic somewhat as well as causing other changes the Valar had intended to happen once she was in Arda. Hari’s black hair loosened from the braid as it became even longer, and while her body became slightly taller, her face became thinner than the heart-shaped face she had inherited from Lily Potter. It was unseen due to being lost in her hair, but her ears became slightly pointed as well. When she opened her eyes a little bit, barely conscious, her eyes now had a small hint of crystal blue among all the green.

“You…!” Hari whispered faintly in Quenya, her voice deeper than normal because of her old personality partly awakening. The old fire of Fëanor, the elf who had been her paternal grandfather, slowly started to burn deep inside her spirit once more.

She couldn’t continue with the rant as more spells were thrown at her, causing her to lose control and scream with the agony that simply seemed to build without any hope of stopping. Mentally, she saw the faces of her father, uncles, and grandfather.

“Everyone...I am so sorry! I tried...to rebuild the old honor...of our House! To remove...the stain caused by the Oath...and the Kinslayings! I wanted...l wanted...your names to not be...those of murderers anymore! I wanted to...remind people that...it was not something you...always had been! Because I...recall old times, a time when...we all were actually happy...acting like a...real family who...cared for and loved each other!”

The words spilled from her lips in the old elvish language, confusing everyone around her as she pleaded to those she had once loved in the past.

As Hari was thrown on her back by a spell, a single tear fell from one of her eyes. She saw the green light of the killing curse coming towards her, and the laughing face of Narvi suddenly filled her vision.

“Look, Celebrimbor, the Doors of Durin are finally finished!!”

A silver light blocked the killing curse from reaching her and reflecting it so that the spell nearly hit one of the Death Eaters instead. The silver light took the shape of the famous Doors of Durin she and Narvi once had built so long ago.

“What?!” Voldemort hissed, taken aback by the way the spell had been blocked. “What did you do?”

“I don’t know,” she answered in a soft voice, forcing herself to speak in English.

When he heard the answer, more torture spells were thrown at her to try to break her so she would tell him how she had blocked his curse, but the silver doors would not break from the circle that had formed around her. Each time, the spells went flying somewhere else and Hari finally could catch her breath. However, the pain was overwhelming along with the memories of her past death and she lost consciousness.

~Orcs. Those horrible monsters created by the Evil. Pain. Then, a shouting in the Dwarven tongue over the marching feet: “He is ours to protect; you have no claim to him!”

Who? That voice...a voice he knew…

Barely opening his eyes, Celebrimbor breathed out a name he knew as well as his own.

“Narvi?”

The dwarven battle cries he had heard the few times he had gone along with the dwarrow to hunt orcs were a comforting sound among all the pain. He had given up all hope of being saved, knowing that it would be impossible with the armies from Sauron’s domains having been assembled to gain everything the Dark Lord wanted.~

The dream was broken, and Hari came to in the cell. Everything hurt, and she wondered how long she would have to endure this before help came or her body finally gave out. It was a thought she was familiar with, and the memories of her past self were a mess in her mind. Needing something to distract herself with, the witch began to meditate and tried to organize her mind.

Time passed her by unnoticed except for the times she was taken before Voldemort for questioning about the power that had shown up during their first meeting as his captive. She had no answers for him, not that she would tell him had she known what had kept the curse from hitting her, and she would endure tortures that caused her nerves to scream from pain, burned her, and anything else the sadistic group of witches and wizards could come up with.

The only respite she had was when she was able to sleep and could join her dear friend in their meeting place. Fili had ranted and raved at learning that she had been captured by Voldemort, wanting to free her and feeling helpless that he couldn’t, but he had eventually stopped doing so and would hold her during their time together and tell her stories about his family. He created a time of peace so she could recover a bit of mental strength before having to go through all of the pain once more when she woke.

Hari was grateful for her friend, unable to speak much and wishing she had a way to tell him that she finally had confirmation of who she had been. The pain had limited her in how much she could speak, even in her dreams, and Fili simply let her rest without saying a word.

How long this cycle continued, the witch couldn’t say but she was startled by a change when, instead of being taken to Voldemort’s assembly area, she was dragged to another large hallway.

“My Death Eaters, today we stage an attack on the Ministry itself! Our goals are to infiltrate the Department of Mysteries so that the prophecy spoken about me will finally be heard in its entirety. We shall also take over the Ministry and change our world so that we will finally be rid of the influences that have started destroying our traditions.”

A part of her had a growing feeling that her own, Ron’s and Hermione’s absences from Gryffindor tower would have triggered an alarm by now because they had been wise enough to tell Hagrid and the school guards that they would be out for an evening walk on the school grounds and if they were not back before midnight, it would mean that something was wrong. Hari hoped this meant that everyone would be on alert and not be taken off guard by this attack.

“Sirius...please...everyone...please stop them!”

In fact, Sirius was at the Ministry at that very moment, deeply worried for his missing goddaughter. Fudge had already gotten a warning the moment the alarm had been raised that Hari was gone from the school grounds so now they tried to figure out what had happened.

“Any guess on this, Mr. Black? It’s been some time since she’s gone missing.”

“Well, I can honestly say that Hari and her friends are not stupid enough to do something like this to joke with people? I know my goddaughter well enough to know she wouldn’t be gone this long without notifying someone as to where she is, and Ron and Hermione would never be part of a prank like this.”

A vibration in his pocket drew Sirius’s attention away from the conversation, and he quickly drew out an ebony framed mirror. He tapped a rune, frowning when a familiar face appeared in the silvered surface.

“Hermione? What is it? Is everything all right?”

The man had become even more protective of Hermione and Ron when the pair had been discovered on the lawn near the Whomping Willow, unconscious and hurt, and the pair of teenagers had been grateful for him as their best friend stayed absent.

“No, Sirius, everything’s not all right. Luna had a vision and came to warn us; Voldemort is on his way to the Ministry to take it over as well as find out if the prophecy is real or not. We’ve alerted Professor Flitwick, and he’s getting people together to help since it’s so late at night. He suggested we warn you since you know Minister Fudge.”

Gray eyes looked up to find Fudge sending messages and putting the building into lock-down. The man had really come a long way in earning his respect when he’d taken Hari seriously about the petition, and she’d been willing to work with him because he’d been the first adult to treat her as more than a child or an object.

“As luck would have it, he’s here with me and making preparations. Hermione, I want you and Ron to stay there. I will contact you as soon as everything is done, all right? Merlin and the gods willing, I’ll be bringing Hari back home.”

“Please be careful, Sirius,” she asked, hazel eyes full of worry.

“I will be,” he promised. “Do me a favor, contact Moony and tell him he’s needed, will you? I’ll be helping with preparations here and can’t do it. Tell him to raise as many of the old crowd as he possibly can.”

“I’ll take care of it,” she promised, then ended the call.

Sirius turned to the minister, tucking the mirror away.

“What can I do to help?”

“The night staff has been warned and are preparing what traps they can; I sent a patronus to Amelia to get her and the off-duty aurors here immediately. Croaker will assemble the Unspeakables,” he said.

“Hermione Granger informed a professor so we may be getting aid from the Hogwarts staff,” he told the smaller male. “She’s also calling a friend of mine, and Remus will pull others together to help here as well.”

“The biggest issue is getting Miss Potter away from You-Know-Who if he brings her with him,” Fudge said firmly. “Hero or not, a child or teenager has no place on a battlefield. I let Croaker know I want her pulled out as soon as possible without causing her harm.”

“Might not hurt to alert Saint Mungo’s to be ready for casualties,” Sirius suggested.

Cornelius Fudge pulled an intern aside, giving instructions to ensure the hospital was warned, and he gestured for Sirius to follow him. The two men went to prepare for the attack, hoping the missing teenager would be all right until they could get her away from the maniacs who had her.

Hari was more dragged along the ground since she was unable to stand up, her body in too much pain to almost even move. Right now, the memories of her two different lives nearly overlapped each other in a disoriented mess in her mind since she hadn’t been able to properly meditate after the last bout of torture. It was making her confused about who she really was. Was she Celebrimbor, the cursed descendant of Fëanor, or Harriet Potter? She did not know; she could not remember.

The young witch shuddered as she was dragged into the lobby of the Ministry, watching as people fell - Death Eaters and normal witches and wizards alike. The carnage was difficult for her to take, and tears fell from her eyes as she was forced to watch this. From the cursing she could hear from Voldemort, she could tell he was furious by the amount of heavy resistance he and his group were facing. Then, she saw someone familiar in the middle of all the stray spells- her godfather.

“S...Si...no...I can’t...lose him...too!”

Biting her lips hard enough to draw blood as she had so many times during her captivity, Hari tried to summon anything that would prevent him from being killed. Just Sirius was forced to fall to the ground in order to avoid the killing curse from his insane cousin Bellatrix, the silver doors which had protected Hari now acted like a shield in front of him.

“Not those damned silver doors again!” Lucius cursed, dragging Hari along on Voldemort’s order.

Unfortunately for him, he slipped on a rather random item on the floor, a simple shard of glass actually, but it gave Kreacher enough time to slam a heavy copper frying pan in the back of his head from above.

“Kreacher! Dobby! Take her away from this mess,” Sirius ordered, conjuring a large sheet over Bellatrix to block her sight. No one wondered who he meant; the two house-elves obeyed, but a stray stunning spell hit them both.

Hari carefully put them in a safe spot, not wanting them to be hurt, and as soon as she did that, a cold hand gripped her by the hair and dragged her painfully to her feet.

“I still will get what I am here for,” Voldemort hissed in anger as he dragged her from the scene of the battle.

Sirius, Fudge, Flitwick, as well as other fighters followed them, and the Dark Lord was infuriated to find a team of Unspeakables waiting for him in the Department of Mysteries. Sirius used the Dark Lord’s momentary shock as a chance to toss a dagger to Hari, who drove it deep into Voldemort’s bare foot as she nearly collapsed in pain when he had let go of her, defending himself against the incoming spells.

His roar of pain gave her enough energy to move. Hari crawled out of the way into a corner, watching the fight as another well known figure joined the fray. Albus Dumbledore looked furious when he caught sight of his student, and he was bound and determined to end this tonight if at all possible. A memory from Celebrimbor’s life came to her, and she slowly began to sing between panting gasps of pain.

“A dream of the past
A road to the future
Mountains to stone
Rivers to sea
Locked in time
Frozen in time
What is lost
Can never return
Past and present
Make time stop!”

Hari did not even remember what it meant, only that it once had been a popular riddle game between the dwarflings in Khazad-dûm. Now, it acted like a magical spell, combining with the heat of her magic and the cool power she often felt when crafting. The spell reached the dark wizard, freezing him in place in front of very large veil, and she knew what she had to do.

The witch drew on what strength she had left and climbed to her feet, running to Voldemort as she forced her new staff to appear out of the hammer-shaped bracelet she had hidden with some magic. It glowed as it reinforced the locking spell the teenager had managed to cast, and she didn’t stop running as she worked her magic, slamming into him hard enough to propel both of them into the spidery feel of the cold cloth of the veil.

“Hari!!”

All eyes were focused on the veil as the witch and wizard disappeared but before they could react, a deep voice was heard.

“And so the prophecy ends,” it said dryly as Sirius sank to his knees. “Do not fear the wizard’s return, the abominations he created were destroyed during the little one’s third year when it was pointed out to me by my counterpart that I could do more to aid the child. He now faces my judgment and will find it a bitter potion to swallow.”

“And the child,” Dumbledore asked, tears in his eyes. “She was innocent in all this, marked by fate for a task that should never have been hers.”

“She has another destiny to fulfill and a chance for a happy life,” Death replied. “Her soulmate waits for her in another land, and I am passing her to my counterpart as we speak. Do not mourn her but be glad for she will find peace and love in Arda.”

The voice spoke no more, leaving the group to mourn their losses. Death had no time to waste because he had one more task to handle before he could punish the wizard who had sought to evade him for so long.

“Harriet,” he called out, approaching the battered child who had collapsed on her front, gasping for breath even as her staff returned to her wrist as a hammer shaped bracelet. “You have done well, little witch. The prophecy that marked you in your old world is fulfilled. It is now time to face your new destiny. Return to the world where you first were born, and where you truly belong.”

She felt cool arms pick her up, and she was passed to another set of arms. These felt strong, warm, and somewhat familiar.

“She is yours now, Mandos,” the first voice said.

“She is indeed,” the Vala answered.

“Mandos...the...the Doomsman...of Arda....”

Faintly, Hari could recall how the Doom of Mandos had been spoken, declaring the family as Exiles from Valinor if they did not return. As she fell into a deep sleep, Mandos walked through the portal that he had used to arrive to this other world.

“Be at peace, Harriet Potter,” Mandos told her. “Help shall come for you soon and in time, you will find your other half. He and those he calls family will aid you in destroying that Maia and avenging your past death.”

There was pressure and then nothing as she slipped into unconsciousness, not knowing that she had been placed on a familiar pathway where she would be found by two residents of a special valley.

Author’s End Note - And now Hari is in Middle Earth where her soul originated from. The story is now moving forward into plot instead of world building as we had been. We’re enjoying things so far, and we hope you liked this chapter too. Thanks for reading; please leave a note to share your thoughts with us. See you next week! ~Laran & Rogercat
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