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Titanium	By : CharlieJayne Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8494 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter, only the few OC characters I add at will. I make no money from this story.

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Author's notes: Whoa! It seems like you all liked our last chapter a lot! It got a rather large response rather quickly! Not that I'm complaining, just making an observation. In this chapter we're visiting Neville, depending on how I feel we may be with him for a few chapters, but if not we'll be with Remus after at least two here with Neville. I've been abusing both of my boys, but what can I say Siri, Frodo, and Harry are up there on my list of favorites! Speaking of favorites, thanks for adding this story to yours! Also thanks to the reviews so far, this story is blowing my other two out of the water! –CJG

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

Chapter Seven: Power of Kings

Characters: Neville Longbottom. Location: Unknown.

"Master Nox?" Neville's timid voice asked with caution. His pale hazel eyes flashing with hesitation, "They will be alright, right? 'Arry, Sirius, and Remus I mean. They'll all be fine right?" He was clearly having something close to a panic attack. Leave it to Neville to be more concerned for his companions than himself. Nox shook his head with a smile and gently patted the panicking King on the shoulder. Harrisons' memories were correct, Neville really was too kind for his own good at times, but then again he had lost everything; his friends, his family, his world. One could hardly blame the boy for fearing the last of his friends, even if they were a riffraff crew.

"I assure you King of Lions; your friends are faring well." The man said with a pleased smile, gently stroking the boy's cheek. He gave a kind smile before poking the child's nose, "Dear boy, do remember this is Harry Potter we are discussing, even if he wasn't well, no one aside from you would be able to tell." The man seemed to be quite fond of Neville, and for some reason the Lion felt slightly intimidated by this fact. It wasn't that Neville wasn't well liked; people often liked him for his naïve sense of trust and loyalty. "I must warn you, the location I send you is much different than where I sent your companions, and the gift I give you is not a new body, but a new asset, you are the king of lions, thus gifting you with Gryffindor sword, but more importantly I gifted you with immortality, so you may live in peace with your chosen mate." He said carefully, being cryptic enough as not to give away his mate's identity, but giving enough to help Neville.

There was a string of silence as Neville took in the bought of information. He stared, wide eyed, jaw ajar simply gawking blatantly, Gryffindor Sword, and immortality. His mate was immortal? Was Harrison's? Would he be the only survivor to livelong past the days of his brothers? Would he be left alone again? It was as if Nox felt that fear, casting a sad, lost smile to the boy. He couldn't give away too much, but it was time to go into the instructions of what to do, Mirkwood was in the middle of forest, deep in the lands of the woods. He couldn't just make little Neville appear to them, they would shoot first and ask questions later.

"Neville, I will be sending you deep into the forest of a location called the "Woodland Realm", it is in northern Mirkwood, and though at this time you know not where that is you will find out soon enough. It is filled with dangers, but if I just placed you in the kingdom you would surely parish. You must find the kingdom, or at least an Elf to help you, once in the kingdom you will need to speak with the seer Noir, or King Thranduil." The man instructed quickly, hardly taking a breath between words and before continuing. Neville knew it must be very important if the man was stressing such things. He nodded in understanding, hoping that he wouldn't forget anything important. "Tell either creature that the Master of Fate sent you, and then tell them of where you came. It is vital that no one but the seer, or the Royal family finds your origins. Be safe Neville, King of Lions, using everything given to you, including your other form." With that the man touched Neville's cheek once more, before Neville felt the pull, and he was yanked out of his current state, and pulled through time, to where he was supposed to be.

To his future, and most importantly, eventually to his mate!

He didn't hit the ground right away. No of course not, in his Neville fashion he hit the tops of trees, slamming gracelessly into trees and falling painfully to the ground with a dull thud. Trees, great he was in a place covered in trees. That was the first thing that came to mind when he opened his eyes, green miles upon miles of green. It was so green, that one perhaps at times couldn't even find the bark of a tree. It was dark; the canopy was so thick in some places even around him that he couldn't even dream to see the sky. It was a good thing that he wasn't afraid of the dark…anymore at least.

He slowly sat up, eyes were concentrated on shadows; Nox did say that this place was dangerous it didn't harm to be cautious now did it? Who knew what dangers lurked in the dark! He moved from his rear to standing his full height, his gripped the hilt of the sword at his hip. His eyes moved quickly from side to side as he started to walk forward.

"Find the kingdom he says, bloody hell what does that mean?" He hissed to the shadows, taking in everything around him with care.

There was a thick blanket of fog that spread across the forest floor in some locations; it was shallow enough that you could see where you were walking, but thick enough to look like snow standing an odd stark white against the green. The forest smelled old, the wood was damp in some places, but in others it was dry, there were what seemed to be large webs in some locations that he walked past, needless to say he didn't linger near those long. Even if he wasn't the "old Neville" he was still damn near terrified of spiders, specifically ones with webs as tall and wide as houses.

Neville was pleased to find some change upon his person. He was pleased to find that he had grown even more, and that his hair was longer, much like it had been in his fourth year at Hogwarts. It was a deep dirty blonde, seeming browner in this darkness, but shining of its natural hue in the rare but glorious bouts of sunlight that he seldom walked into under the cover of the dark woods.

It suddenly struck Neville that perhaps, in situations such as this, his Animagus form would come in great handy. He focused his entire being on connecting with his inner beast, remembering to take care with his beloved sword. After a few minutes on drowning out any sound he might have encountered he felt his magic twitch, he felt a complete shift in his being as he slowly sank down onto all fours. With a small flash of light, and only an ounce of pain he was there as an Animagi.

He felt his body stretch in his feline form. A large yawn caused his mouth to open in what would be an intimidating thing if he didn't give such a childish mew at the end. He stepped forward, his pads carrying him silently across the forest. His mane moved freely with each step, and was getting whisked away with each and every breath that Mirkwood gave. He felt an agitated grumble escape his chest, wondering just how long he would have to walk before he found this "Kingdom" and if they would even allow him entrance into said kingdom once he even made it there.

Neville wasn't King of Lions for nothing; his Animagus form was proof enough for that. His body covered in sleek pale tan fur, and his mane was a complex mix of sun bleached blondes and deep chocolate browns. His eyes held their same human appeal, intelligence showing in those swirling pools of hazel. His body was large, obviously a very healthy brute, and extremely large for even his kind though he wasn't fat, his body was raw muscle. His aura practically leaked power; it seemed that this form was the form that his pure-bloodedness really showed. His head was held high, calculating any creature, or any sign of life that he passed. He seethed "don't touch me", and honestly he liked the power he felt when the muscles beneath his pelt bunched and unclenched, causing a rolling sensation.

He liked feeling wild, he liked feeling like he could leap and attack anything that came his way with an almost certain outcome of victory.

Though that power wasn't helping him now, he was still stuck in the middle of nowhere. No idea what he was looking for, with no food nor water. His only instructions to find a kingdom, and locate a creature by the name of Noir, or speak with a king. Oh yes, lot of good all that power was doing now…

But would he be thinking that for very long?

A/N: Someone was asking me earlier if this was a challenge fic. My answer is yes, yes it is! I'm so glad someone caught on, you see a few weeks ago I received an anon request on another site asking me to do a story. They gave me a huge list of things that had to be on the story, I had to pick a few, and then they told me to go ape shit. Needless to say I did! I just wanted to let the person that asked that yes, you're right. I've been caught red handed. Oh, also, a bit of a heads up, there may be some lemons later, but I'll be posting them on Adult Fan Fiction, and not here, because of all the accounts and stories that are being deleted because of sex in chapters and useless worthless shit like that. Just a heads up, I'll post links and such on the bottom of said chapters! Kay, thanks bye! – CJG
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