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Titanium	By : CharlieJayne Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8494 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Author's notes: So, the poll is now closed, the pairings are now Remus/Eomer/Theodred; Neville/Legolas, Aragorn/Harry, and I'm now announcing Sirius' mate is going to be Faramir, I know weird pairing right? Hopefully you'll like the pairings that I have chosen, if not sorry, you should have voted. Speaking of which, thank you to the 26 people who voted on the poll! Anyway in this chapter we're back with Harry and Sirius. Now if anyone wants even more say on the story, please go vote on yet another poll on my page. Enjoy this chapter; we can expect to see Neville in one or two. –CJG

Warning: Homosexual relationships, dark themes, violence, language, and angst. If you don't like, please don't read.

Disclaimer: I'm only posting this disclaimer once; I do not own any of the recognizable characters or plot lines found in this fan fiction.

Chapter Five: The Shire

Characters: Sirius Black, Harry Potter. Location: Outskirts of the Shire.

Sirius had spent very little time working with Harry on hand to hand combat before they had gotten moving completely. He was pleased to find that they had both been gifted with swords, though Harry's was much smaller than his own, and Harry only had one compared to the wild looking twin blades that Sirius had woken to.

Sirius' blades were long, almost the length of his legs, which took up most of his height. The first blade had a light leather handle, with vertical gold lining instead of the swirling around the grip. It was normal gentle steel with careful designs that were swirled in with the marbled blade. It had a rather large stone the color of angel's wings at the part of the sword where the blade met the handle. The second blade was much more rogue, much wilder than the first. The blade was of a swirling steal, with runes that were engraved all over the blade, both blades held a graceful curve to them, and were obviously extremely special. Where the angelic stone of the first sat, instead there was a single violent obsidian that sat in its place. The words "I master all beasts" were written in runes on each blade.

Harrison's weapon was much shorter; it was a beautifully curved and extremely feminine blade. Though Harry knew that he wouldn't be using it often. The thought of having such a weapon made him much more at ease and more willing to be bolder in their traveling movements.

Harry couldn't even name how long they walked; his new legs were much different than his old legs. These weren't toned from war, they weren't quidditch toned legs. He had heard elves were strong, and rarely ever tired, but Harry was exhausted, his legs ached and his body was screaming for him to sit down. They couldn't though, sun set was approaching with haste, and they had much time to make up. Eventually Sirius got tired of the slow exhausted pace that Harry was attempting horribly to maintain, and he simply reached over and snatched Harry up as a groom would snatch a bride.

"Rest cub, I'll carry you for now. This new body is more fit than my last. Though I do wish Nox could have gotten rid of my tattoos from Azkaban." He said happily, making slight conversation as he pulled the hood of Harry's cloak over his head to conceal the fact he was an Elf. It wouldn't be good to catch too much attention, and from what little information they had, they would stick out like a black sheep in a herd of lambs.

It would already be odd, any travelers they had passed were mounted on horseback, or had packs full of things needed for travel. Sirius and Harry had nothing of the sort. Even if Nox had been kind enough to grant them a second chance, and even if he was practically leaping at the fact that he had passed 10 living humanoid type people in the past given time. Oh getting to the edge of the Shire wasn't hard, but moving through territory with a newly transformed creature who was borderline Elfling was tiring. Sirius was hoping that now because he was carrying Harry they could travel at a quicker pace.

Sirius found himself humming a soothing melody, a song that Lilly had taught him to sing to Harry after the babe was born, and a soft chilling tune that seemed to put Harry right to sleep in his godfather's arms. Even though Harry had been in his care for only a few months, it was enough to make Sirius burn the lullaby into his skull.

One thing Sirius was having a very tough time dealing with was the weight of the dozing Elf in his arms. The boy was still far to light after spending time with Vernon and Petunia Dursley for his final year. Vernon had been particularly rough with poor Harrison that year. Sirius remembered it like it was yesterday, striding into the house that Harry had called his residence for so many years even after Petunia told him he could not enter. He had arrived earlier to the homestead than he had originally planned, apparently Petunia had decided that that day of all days, Harrison James Potter, did not live there. Even after all those years that Padfoot had watched the house which sat at number four private drive, the daft woman expected him to believe that Harry didn't live there? Needless to say Harrison was found cramped into the cupboard under the stairs, in a bloody, emaciated mess.

It had taken Harry months to get back to even a third of the weight he should have been, and even longer to get the vicious scarred words of "freak" and "condemned" healed enough that he could lie comfortably on his back. Sirius had been disappointed to find that most of the scars on their bodies hadn't vanished, he was still covered in tattoos and scars, yet for some reason they seemed less noticeable. Sirius had sued the Dursleys, and reported them for years of child abuse and neglect, and with the evidence and stories that Harry had told the muggle officers it was enough to ruin that family (excluding Dudley, who was actually injured in attempt to protect Harry) for the rest of the history which apparently wasn't long seeing as it was a dead planet now.

It was almost dark by the time he stumbled upon a small sign that announced their entrance into The Shire. Harry had been asleep for a namelessly long time, but Sirius carried him with little complaint. He didn't even want to think about how horribly bad his arms would feel in the morning. He was in his own little world until he felt four different beings crash into himself and Harry. He snarled lightly feeling himself falling backwards into a heap, though he cradled Harry closely to his body as to not allow any harm to come to the small Elfling.

"Oh Merry, look what'cha 'av done now!" A small voice called, Harry was twitching as he started to wake up. Curling further into Sirius's chest.

"I haven't done a thing you oaf!" A deeper voice called out, clearly this person the creatures called "Merry" wasn't a female as Sirius had first thought.

"Pippin, you did push him. Sam and I both saw." A smaller, quieter voice filled with mirth called.

"Frodo! You're a traitor!" the creature who he elected was "Pippin" spat in a playful tone.

Sirius never was a patient man, but when he had the weight of two "little beings" that he would soon learn were called hobbits, he couldn't help but feel every single ounce of his already frustrated self simply explode. He was tired, rather hungry, and frankly having ones world die off around you wasn't the most pleasant experience. As the four continued to bicker, and Harry's breathing started to increase, Sirius could feel an inhuman snarl rising from the depths. When it finally did break surface he could feel the being atop him freeze and tense at the sound.

"No matter whose fault it is, I would greatly appreciate if you would get the fuck off me right now." He spat harshly, his thick accent clearly confused the creatures, but he found great joy in watching as the creatures scrambled off him. Even if none of them were completely sure what the word "fuck" meant, it was said with such poison and hate that the only thing they could do after. He gently grasped Harry's head to his chest checking him over to ensure he was alright. He pushed the hood of the cloak atop the Elf's skull back and gently ruffled his hair. "Good morning pup, sorry, it seems we ran into someone." He said with a glare towards the creatures and a sheepish smile to Harry.

He was not granted mercy from the swat that made contact to the back of his head. "It's not completely their fault Sirius Orion Black and you know it! It gives you no excuse to curse! I bet you were zoning off again." Harry's voice was an angelic giggle that clearly caught the hobbit's interest. When he slowly rose to his full height and turned to face them with a smile they seemed even more entranced than they had been at the simple sound of his voice. "I'm horribly sorry for running into you, you see we're lost and we're very new to this area." And this world. He added mentally to himself with a small smile. "I'm Harrison Potter, please just call me Harry, and this is Sirius Black. May I ask your names?"

Harry took that moment in time to observe the hobbits completely. Three of them were remotely the same; though they all were completely different they all had one thing in common, very large hairy feet. The sight of their feet made both Sirius and Harry share a small glace that was full of childish intent. They were small, but not too small; honestly Harry found them the perfect height. The tallest one stood somewhere in the four foot stage, and the shortest one seemed about four foot even.

He focused on the one that stepped forward, the creature was fair, and actually if Harry was honest with himself he would say that the man was attractive. His hair was only to the middle of his neck, and it fell like graceful ringlets of dark chocolate around his face, he was slightly pale compared to the rest, and in his eyes he held extreme intelligence. Yes, the boy was very beautiful, his pale powder blue eyes clashed with Harry's vibrant green ones with care.

"I am Frodo Baggins," This instantly caught their attention, though neither man spoke a word as of yet, "This is Samwise Gamgee," A stout hobbit with beautiful ringlets a much lighter shade than Frodo's stepped forward with a wary eye but a slight smile and offered a kind, just call me Sam, before stepping back again, "and these two, who ran into you are Meridoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took." The two stepped forward with mock bows and pipes that they had conjured from their pockets sticking from their mouths.

"Frodo Baggins, are you perhaps related to one Bilbo Baggins?" Harry said, pushing a lock of his long hair behind a pointed ear, jumped when he heard a slight gasp escape Sam's lips.

"You're an Elf!" The stout hobbit exclaimed his eyes twinkled with admiration and shear interest.

"Yes, I am related to Bilbo, he's my uncle, we currently take up home at bag end." The dark Hobbit said, with a raised brow, "How do you know him?" Frodo asked, almost in a bit of defense.

"We're on the way to his home by instructions from a very powerful man. He said that Bilbo may be able to offer us shelter and give us protection until we are able to make contact with Gandalf the grey." Sirius said, giving a strict look to Harry that nothing more was to be said on the subject until they made contact with Bilbo, or better yet Gandalf.

"Could you show us the way? We have a bit of a story to tell, and it's far too long to tell more than once." Harry said softly, there was darkness far greater than anything the small Hobbit Frodo had ever seen in the eyes of Harrison Potter. Not an evil, or a malicious thought, but a great knowledge, and a power that showed he was much more than an Elf that had lost his way with his companion who was of the race of Men.

Yes, Sirius thought, seeing that exact look in his eyes, a story far too long.

A/N: So, I was thinking of having a little bit of a one sided crush for one of the hobbits, I'm not saying combinations but I will be having that small thought process of one of the hobbits, and one of our four until that person comes across his/her mate. I'm very excited to see where this goes! Remember to read and review! Also thank you to all who had added my story to their favorite list and to their story alerts! Thanks to all who voted on the old poll, and thank you to all who have reviewed, I replied to most of them, and I expect to reply to even more reviews that come in for this or next chapter! I can't wait to get writing on our next chapter! Love you all! – CJG
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