Chapter 2

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" !" Sam hollered as one of the Wraith's plunges a poisoned blade into Frodo's shoulder, piercing the skin and leaving a small piece of its self in him. Frodo cried in pain, yet he was still focused on the wailing babe he had seen being put down by the Wraith how had stabbed him. He watches as Pippin runs toward a small bundle and Strider appearing out of nowhere, waving the Wraiths away with searing hot flaming branch. While Pippin picks up a screeching Harry one Wraith in particular snarls at him and surges forward to seize him only to be stopped by flame weilding Strider. As the Wraith viciously growled lunging at him, Strider had no choice but to cut it down as the others' rushed him with a vegenance greater than the Arcomantala. Strider and Merry did their best to defend themselves as the Wriaths were reluctant to charge at Pippin because he had baby Harry and they forgot all about Frodo and Sam. Finally the Wraiths pulled back but not without vowing to come back for 'Prince Harry' in their native tongue vanishing into the deathly quiet night. Pippin had Harry in his arms standing near Frodo and Sam, it was easy to see that this little guy had Pippin wrapped around his little finger.

"Hush young one," Pippin soothed a now sniffling Harry, who looked up at him with blearily tired eyes. After making sure the Wraiths had left Strider, or better known as Aragorn to the elves, strode towards the group which now held a sleeping Harry, an awe-filled and softened Pippin, an exasperated Merry, a worried Sam, and an amusement yet at the same time filled with pain Frodo.

"Pippin, how can you just stand there when your friend is in need!" Sam snapped at him while at the same time awakening a now teary-eyed baby named Harry.

"Sam-wise McGee! How dare you wake up the dear little baby!" Pippin, Merry, and Frodo exclaimed indingantly while Strider just observed this amusing scene, but amusement soon turned to suspicion when he saw Harry stare intently at Frodo's wound and start reaching towards it just as Frodo reached back and took him Harry used his magic to pull the poison out of Frodo and as soon as he knew it was all gone he flung it onto a patch of grass and made sure it had fully destroyed it before turning to the others' with considering eyes watching the group's reaction.

'Hmm... I wonder what side they're on, the Voldemort's or our side,' that's when it hit him and he remembered there isn't a Voldemort, Dumbeldore, Hermoine, Ron, the twins, Malfoy, not even Snape to protect him or help him. He was on his own truly for the first time Harry Potter really knew what it meant to be alone.

"Mmm-mummy," he cried out, his voice so broken and hurt as his eyes teared up again, the others didn't know what to do. Everyone looked to Strider for advice and guidance. Strider sighed.

"Well we can't leave him out here on his own he'll die. That and I don't think any of us have the heart to throw this little guy out... So... we'll have to take him with us." Strider finished. Sam started spluttering but was silenced by the four most intense glares it would stop a Rhino in its tracks. Strider cradeled Harry who was sleeping fitfully. Strider rocked him back and forth soothing the babe's worries and if anything putting him into a deeper sleep.

"Alright, now the kid's out let's pack up and leave. I don't want to take any chances of encountering those Wraiths again, especially since they were trying to kidnap this one it'll be even harder to get to Rivendell." When everyone was finished packing and ready to go, they set off into the forboding forest unbeknownest to them there was a pair of evil crimson eyes staring and following their every step. Will our heroes be ready for this new threat to their lives...