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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 - First of all, we hope you have had a happy new year! Thank you so much for coming in to read our story! There was a mention of things being a bit disjointed. I am not an expert in coding and realized the flashbacks aren’t set off as they are in the document we’re working on. So from this point forward, if you see ** then please note it’s a flashback. Maybe that’ll help? Here’s hoping!

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

Chapter Five – Quidditch Disaster

Hari stood in the locker room of the quidditch team, listening to Oliver prattle on with his usual pre-game speech. He still hadn’t quite mastered the art of giving speeches, not that he would have been able to considering the twins plus the chasers had been heckling him the entire time. Finally, Oliver gave up and the team headed out to the pitch.

“Hari, just remember what we said,” Fred called to her. “Try to keep calm and keep a sharp eye out, just in case. McGonagall said the dementors shouldn’t be near the game, but better safe than sorry.”

Hari nodded, glad for the reminder as well as the show of brotherly concern for her safety. So far, the school year had gone reasonably well if one didn’t count the events with the dementor and the boggart. The dementors had been an issue for her, and she’d spoken with the twins as well as the defense teacher about the problem. The twins had recommended meditation in order to help calm her emotions down since that could be part of what drew the vile beings to her. Ron and his brothers had taught her and Hermione how to do it, and it had helped some with her emotional control, especially in potions class! It was extremely funny to see Snape fume in half-hidden anger whenever he couldn’t make her react like she had done before to his comments.

“Yes, I am ready...ow!”

Due to her excitement for the game to begin, she happened to accidentally smack herself on the head with her Nimbus 2000 broom, muttering to herself as she felt for a possible bump. The others snickered at the sight, given how rare it was that Hari injured herself in a moment of clumsiness. Most of her injuries since starting Hogwarts were due to other people or quidditch related.

“Ok, everyone, pay attention for a moment please. I know that weather is far from ideal, but let’s do our best. Hari, please ignore Diggory’s handsome face; I have had enough of hearing the girls swoon over him and really don’t need my seeker doing the same thing,” Oliver pleaded.

“He’s handsome,” she quipped back questioningly, making the girls laugh. “Calm down, Oliver, he’s not even my type. I prefer guys with golden-blonde hair, worn a bit longer. Not just that, they need to be grown-up and manly guys. Perhaps someone with a nice beard and has strong arms and body.”

Hearing that, the Weasley twins broke out in a laughing fit, knowing that was no one at Hogwarts who matched her description of her ideal mate. At the moment, they were at school where the oldest students left at the age of seventeen, meaning that the boys attending Hogwarts were still very young and far from being as mature as Hari wanted in a partner.

“The girl knows what she likes,” Angelina Johnson said, winking at the team’s seeker. “It’s good to see, Hari. We were starting to wonder if you’d ever notice guys since you seem to pay attention to books or quidditch and not much else. It’s not a bad thing since you’re still very young, but this is usually when girls start looking for what we may like in a guy. We’ll have to get together one night and have a good gossip session; make sure to bring Hermione.”

“Sure,” she grinned, then sobered up as they entered the field. She could hear Lee Jordan starting the commentary and looked up for a moment, grateful that she’d charmed her glasses against the rain.

The game started, and Hari flew up to the right height and began keeping an eye out for the tiny golden ball. As Oliver had warned, it was the worst kind of weather to play a flying sport in. The wind and rain made it difficult to fly properly, and more than one player from both teams happened to fly straight into someone else because they could not see properly.

“Hari, watch out!”

Cedric Diggory may be from the other team, but he was still a gentleman and a good sport. He had warned her when he spotted the first lightening bolts that suddenly started to light up the dark sky.

“We need to fly down or we’ll be turned into a crispy piece of meat up here,” she answered, flying around in circles.

As much as she loved flying, this made her suddenly long for the safe haven of the ground, wanting to stand on her feet in a nice warm shelter. However, her longing was abandoned as the golden snitch flew past them and since neither wanted to lose the match, they flew after it.

“Why has it gotten so cold all of a sudden?”

The temperature drop caused the rain around her to freeze, and she risked a glance up to spot a swarm of dementors approaching. Cedric, she noticed, had seen them too, and she made a fast decision.

“Head to the stands,” she called, veering off to keep him safe.

She just had to distract the creatures for a few moments, hoping he’d alert the staff to the problem so they could drive the creatures off before someone got hurt.

Hari could barely hear him shout her name over the wind and thunder, focusing on keeping the two teams safe, and just as she thought she had managed to get out of reach, a dementor swooped in front of her. Her fingers went numb as a wave of memories washed over her, far worse than they had before.

**“Where are the Three, Celebrimbor?”

Pain, pain everywhere. He could barely gasp for breath anymore.

“Such a pity that the grandson of the great Fëanor will end his life like this, Celebrimbor. You were a very valuable ally in creating the Rings of Power, but I can no longer allow you to live.”

With a soundless movement on his lips, he once again pleaded for the Doomsman to take his soul. All he wanted was to die so he could be free from the pain; he needed it to stop.

“CELEBRIMBOR!!!”**

In that moment, Hari screamed in horror as she never had done before. The pain and fear was overwhelming, and all she could do was scream for help.

“ATAR!!!! NARVI!!!!”

Her magic went wild, causing an unexpected fire to come to life around her as she fell off the broom. The witch felt as if her whole body was being attacked, causing pain everywhere. The fire surrounding her body did not harm her, but there were several other sources of pain that echoed in her mind: being whipped, long cuts that went deep into the muscles, something causing horrible burn injuries, and her hands being destroyed by a heavy hammer.

“Arresto Momentum!”

The spell stopped her fall, but her spirit fled the frail vessel. As the world went dark, Hari felt something warm and caring surround her and she knew no more.

The feeling of landing softly on a floor jarred her from her dazed state, but she stayed still, not moving due to the shock of everything she’d just gone through. A faint gasp for breath caused a fresh wave of pain. She gave a weak cry of despair, trembling from agony and terror, before she was cradled in warmth and light.

“So this is where he went,” a warm voice commented as a figure walked around the light that was the soul of Celebrimbor.

“It is,” a deeper voice answered. “It took me quite some time to find where he’d been reborn to. His destined one’s spirit remained in Arda and given what that damned Maia put him through, I’m not surprised he fled to another world in hopes of healing.”

“I think Vairë should look at this poor spirit,” the first voice said. “There’s a strong presence of Fate bound around it.”

“I saw it too, Irmo,” the second voice replied. “There’s also something else I see, and I am not pleased with it. Can you send for Nienna and Vairë? We’ll need both of them before we can send the poor child back.”

“Of course, Mandos,” Irmo answered, setting off to summon the two that had been requested.

Mandos knelt beside the battered soul, gently running fingers through the dark hair of the spirit in front of him. His eyes were kind as he took in the current shape the elvish soul was in; it was in the form of a human female child.

“I know you are frightened by what is going on,” he said softly. “Just know that you are safe here. I have been looking for you for a very long time, young one; the family members of your past life and someone incredibly dear to you asked me to find you when they realized you hadn’t been reborn after your death nor were you in my halls. It seems your current life hasn’t been kind to you either. There’s not a lot we can do for you yet, but we will do what we can to make your new destiny go as smoothly as we can. Ilúvatar knows we owe you that much.”

Vairë came in first, recognizing the essence of the soul with Mandos, and she knelt beside him.

“I was just looking at a tapestry that didn’t seem to make much sense at first. Now it does since I realize who that tapestry belongs to,” she commented. “This one has been touched by fate in two worlds. Until she completes her destiny in the other world, she cannot return to the one where her soul was birthed.”

“I was afraid of that,” Mandos replied, nodding when another female entered the room. “Nienna.”

Gentle fingers rested upon the girl’s heart, and Hari slowly began to relax as a new sensation seeped through her. It was warm and wrapped around aches she would swear she had been born with given how familiar they felt to her.

“I have done what I can for the moment,” she told the others. “Once she has completed her destiny, she can return to Arda and find her destined one. Together, they can finish healing the wounds that need to be tended to.”

“I dislike sending her away now that we’ve finally found Celebrimbor after all those years,” Irmo griped slightly. “Is there nothing we can do to aid her so she can return home sooner?”

“There are two things we can do to help her,” Vairë said. “The first is under Mandos’s control; I’m certain you sensed it?”

“I did,” he answered grimly, looking like someone or something had offended him deeply, which was not so easy done when he was the Doomsman of Arda and in charge of the dead souls in his Halls. “I will be removing it immediately, but Nienna will need to help me so that I do not damage the child. Once the task is done, before I send her back, I will speak with my counterpart in the other world she currently lives in. If this atrocity was done once, then it’s possible it was done several times. I’m certain my counterpart can do something to aid the lass in her battle.”

There was a brief silence before Vairë answered.

“Your interference will not upset the ties of fate,” she said in a tone that expressed her relief. “The prophecy is still intact even with our interference; in fact, her memories as Celebrimbor may be the turning point she needs to win as the power she knows not may very well come from her past.”

“You said there was something else we could do to help her,” Nienna asked.

“There is,” the weaver replied. “The tie between Celebrimbor and Narvi has strengthened over the years despite not having crossed paths for so long thanks to that fallen Maia. You can strengthen it further before we return her to the other world, and then Irmo can allow the pair to communicate in his realm.”

“Once Nienna gets that bond strengthened, I can certainly do that for them,” Irmo answered, sounding happy now that he had a way to help. “It’ll give her something to hold onto while she fights in that other world. Isn’t her fated under age at the moment? I know he was reborn not long ago.”

“Yes but by the time she reaches Arda and he finds her, they will both be of age and ready for each other,” Vairë assured him. “Mandos, go ahead and remove the piece attached to her soul.”

Hari whimpered at the burning sensation that seared through her body when a new power touched her. She felt something break away and then the warmth from earlier came over her, healing the pain from the removal of whatever it was that had been taken from her. That was when she felt the odd echo of something tied to her heart grow stronger; instinctively, she had a feeling she knew who it was.

“That feeling is a sign of something beautiful,” Nienna said to Hari gently. “That feeling is the connection you have to your soulmate. In the past, you two were dearest friends and never had the chance to be more to each other before tragedy struck. You have the chance to fight for your happiness, young Harriet Potter. The odds are in your favor now; you are a fighter. You always have been since the days of your soul being Celebrimbor, a son of a much famed house. Use that strength and determination, young one, and do not be afraid of the memories that are returning to you. We shall see you again.”

“Indeed we shall,” Mandos said once everything was done. “I will not lose her this time; I have marked her and will be able to reach her when her time in the other world is done. Harriet Potter, do not be afraid of death. He is a friend and will be an ally to you. Indeed, he is very interested in the one you are fated to defeat.”

“You contacted him already?”

“I do not waste time, Irmo. He is already looking for the pieces like the one removed today,” the Vala of death said. “Time to return, Lady Harriet. We shall see you again when the time is right.”

As he spoke, more memories filled her thoughts, sweeping away her questions and fears.

**Valinor, the land of his birth. His whole family, his parents, six uncles and grandparents, all happy and living, so unlike their later years in Middle Earth. The events of the First Age. His friendship with Narvi...Narvi. Golden-haired Narvi, with that boyish smile of his, the endless fussing over the fact that Celebrimbor rarely bothered to braid his hair properly, his warm and welcoming face...so very dear to him and missed greatly.**

Hari was surrounded by light once more, opening her eyes to reveal an all too familiar ceiling. The light from the windows revealed that it was late due to seeing twilight outside.

“Don’t tell me that I am in the hospital wing again!” she commented out aloud in annoyance, startling her two friends who had nearly dozed off. Then, as she tried to move, Hari felt an overpowering pain from her right leg. It was coming from her knee. Had something happened to her leg during the fall from the broom?

“Hari!”

Ron got up, heading to Madam Pomfrey’s office to alert her to the fact Hari was awake. Part of the promise between the trio and the adult witch was that the two who were not hurt would always let the medi-witch know whenever the patient was alert or in need of something. He returned moments later with the woman beside him.

“One of these days, I may actually succeed in getting that dreadful sport banned,” she fussed, casting diagnostic spells. “Any pain, Miss Potter?”

“My right knee,” she answered, throat dry.

Hermione poured her friend a glass of water, handing it to her. All of them listened to the older witch’s explanation while Hari drank.

“Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick were quick enough with the spell casting to save your life, but you hit the charms so hard that you bounced off. I’m afraid you shattered your right knee and broke the bottom of tops of the bones above and below the knee cap. You also damaged the tendons there. At the moment, you will be taking skelegrow to help repair the broken bones but you will be in a brace for several weeks to allow the muscles and tendons a chance to heal properly. They’re going to be weak for a while.”

Hari made a face as she drank more of her water, not liking the problems she was going to face. One, skelegrow tasted disgusting. Two, it would be incredibly difficult to navigate Hogwarts with a brace on. There were too many stairs for someone of limited mobility, and this would be a serious issue.

“There’s some short cuts you can take to bypass the stairs,” the medi-witch assured her, realizing some of what was worrying her patient. “I’ll take you through them tomorrow after I release you, and I’ll make sure your professors know not to punish you for being late since this injury will slow you down for a while.”

Hari was handed a dose of skelegrow, which she managed to take without being sick, and Madam Pomfrey nodded approvingly before turning her eyes to the two students visiting her patient.

“You two can stay for half an hour only; she’s going to need rest to heal,” she warned.

“Thank you, Madam Pomfrey,” Hermione and Ron chimed in unison.

Once she was gone, Hari leaned back against the pillows and looked to her friends.

“What happened?”

“At first, it was hard to see what was happening because of the rain. Cedric showed up, shouting about the dementors attacking, and then there was a strange fire around you. It looked like it was trying to protect you from those horrible things during the fall and since you were not burned by it, I really think it was protecting you.”

“Fire,” she asked, staring at Hermione.

“Yeah, mate, fire,” Ron answered. “The professors were scrambling to figure out what was causing it, but it sure didn’t stop the fall. Dumbledore and Flitwick were quick to slow you down and try to keep you from hitting the ground. Scared the shite out of us when you bounced off the cushioning charm. Even Malfoy looked sick and frightened.”

“Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape got you in here on a stretcher. He levitated it while she kept casting spells to keep you from further damaging your spine. Oh Hari, you were so lucky you didn’t break your neck or back.”

“No kidding,” Hari answered, feeling sickened. “I can’t believe those horrible things showed up. I thought they were supposed to stay outside the wards?”

“They weren’t supposed to come inside the wards,” their red-headed friend answered. “Professor Dumbledore was fuming angry when he finally left your side. I heard him tell McGonagall as he left the hospital wing that he was going to get Fudge to pull them out, one way or another.”

“If he doesn’t, he’d be smart to tell the Prophet about this and let them know a child nearly died today,” the bushy haired witch said, looking angry. “This has gotten out of hand.”

“There’s got to be better ways to guard the school,” the dark haired girl agreed. “Why can’t they post policemen or something?”

“Aurors,” Ron supplied. “Thing is, they can’t. According to what I heard Dad tell Bill, the aurors are understaffed and underfunded.”

“That needs to change,” Hari said, shaking her head. “I’d even be willing to lend my name to help a campaign to get the aurors back on track. They’re putting a whole school of children at serious risk. This is twice those things have gone after me. Will the death of a student be needed to change things? Like when the Chamber of Secrets was opened fifty-one years ago, and it took the murder of Mourning Myrtle to make them act?!”

“Maybe an article to the Prophet would be a good idea,” Hermione mused. “We can put a petition together, then send it and a letter to the Prophet.”

“It would definitely put the kneazle amongst the chickens, that’s for sure,” Ron agreed. “If Fudge won’t listen to Dumbledore and doesn’t care about the students, then it’s time we went for the attention of the rest of the wizarding world instead.”

“Hermione, can you work on getting the petition started? Make sure to talk to one of the neutral Slytherins to help get their names on the petition. A lot of their members are purebloods and those names will stand out,” Hari suggested.

“It’s a good idea, mate. I’ll talk to one of the older Gryffindors that are from a pureblood family that won’t mind talking to a Slytherin. I doubt anyone there would listen to us given our problems with Malfoy,” the boy said.

“Right, we’ll get started on that tonight,” Hermione promised. “Madam Pomfrey is about to chase us out of here. Try to get some rest, Hari, and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

The pair left the infirmary without being ordered to do so, which put the medi-witch in a slightly better mood. Hari took her medicine without complaint and settled in for a painful night. She was too familiar with skelegrow and knew she would have to try to relax as much as she could.

The dark haired witch got comfortable on her bed, staring up at the ceiling as she replayed the events with those strange voices from earlier. Her magic felt different, moving a lot easier than it had before, and it made her wonder what it was that had been removed from her. She frowned, thoughts moving to who it was she would be meeting in her dreams.

It made little sense to her, and Hari knew she would have to wait and see what happened next. She hated not having all of the information she needed but for the moment, she would have to be patient and focus on what she could change.

Author’s End Note – I hope that this was a better read in regards to fluidity. Did the ** setting off the flashbacks help? Anyway, Rogercat and I thank you very much for reading and are anxious to see what you thought of this installment. We’ll see everyone next week! ~ Laran & Rogercat
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