She sat watching him in the common room. All of the noise was obviously getting on his nerves, and for the life of her she could not figure out what was wrong with him. Someone bumped into Harry's chair, and she watched him grind his teeth together and glare into the pages of his book. Finally, Hermione gave up with a sigh and walked over to him, snatching the book from his hands. His head snapped up and he glared at her.

"Why did you do that," Harry demanded angrily. She sighed, obviously aggravated.

"I'm tired of watching you get mad," Hermione replied exasperatedly, "Come on, I've something to show you." She didn't wait for him to follow, and started walking towards the portrait hole. Harry sat there staring at her. She turned back to him and said impatiently, "Come on!"

He stood and followed her out of the common room. "Hermione, where are we going? You do realize it's after hours? What are you going to show me?" She ignored his questions and continued to walk out of the Gryffindor tower, down the stairways, through the great hall and out onto the grounds. That is where she finally slowed her pace, and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket.

"Now do you mind telling me what this is all about?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"I've got a friend, a pen-pal, who sent me this; he said it describes him, and when he's down he reads it. He says it makes him feel better, I believe its some sort of magic. It's written in ancient Elvin, you see, and I've only just now been able to translate it." Hermione explained. Harry's eyebrows went up.

"You speak Elvin?" He asked, surprised.

"A few words," she brushed aside the question, "Anyway, I believe this song describes you, also. And I noticed you seemed rather agitated today in the Tower, so I thought we might give it a try." At this, she shoved the paper in his hands. On the left were lines of words Harry didn't recognize, though he could probably pronounce if he tried. On the right, he assumed it had been translated, because a song was written.

I don't always want to be the hero

I don't always want to save the day

I can barely see on my own, now

What makes you think I want to look your way?

This is the path you chose for me

Why can't you just make up your mind?

You want to make me lead a war now

But then you wanna keep me confined

You say without me all your hope is lost now

Don't wanna make you pay the cost now

Well forgive me if I fail you

And forgive me if I don't comply

All you seem to do is cheat me now,

But I know you're gonna make me try…

"It's… wow, Hermione…" He said with a soft smile, reading it over in his head. True to her word, he already felt better.

"It works better if you sing it out loud," she said with a grin in a voice that was meant to coax him into singing. He laughed and shook his head.

"Wouldn't want to scare the first years," he replied with a slight laugh. She smiled kindly.

"It's the least I could do Harry, I owe you, we all do." She replied solemnly.

"Thank you, still, for everything, Hermione. You've been better family to me than anyone, you're like a sister to me, and for that I thank you." He said seriously. She smiled softly and turned to walk back up to the castle.

"Oh, and Harry, don't go far, you're out in the Forbidden Forest and it's after curfew. You could get in trouble." Stern Hermione was back. He laughed slightly to himself and nodded.

"I'll be back before you realize I'm gone." He promised, and she nodded in response, heading back. He started walking forward, running a hand through his hair. Suddenly, he was filled with an odd sensation. He looked down at the words in his hands, reading the Elvin ones slowly. Ai pai byr eilar shal sai shi si caesai… I don't always want to be the hero… Ai pai byr eilar shal sai mali si pae… I don't always want to save the day…

Something happened that day; no one is quite sure what. One idea would be that Fate was listening, and heard the sincerity in his thoughts and decided to step in, another that a God of some sort had it planned all along. All we know for sure was that with a blinding flash of light, Harry Potter was gone from the ground of Hogwarts.

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He hit the ground with a loud 'Thud!' and his pained moan echoed in the hallways around him. He rubbed his lower back with one hand and stood, glancing around him. It was dark, and a single lit torch cast shadows all around.

"Err, hello?" He called, his voice echoing down the hall. "Anyone?" he called again, slightly afraid. He pulled out his wand and lit it, light cascading around him. Well, where could he go? He looked up to the ceiling above him, checking to see if there was perhaps a hole where he had fallen in from. Foolish, perhaps, but what other explanation was there? The eerie silence made the hairs on his neck prickle, and he decided he didn't like it. Hermione's words echoed in his head about singing that song when he felt down.

"Well," he thought, "time to put that to a test." He felt around the crumpled paper in his pocket, muttering the words under his breath as he leaned backward against the wall, sliding down until he was in a sitting position. Unconsciously, his words got louder, echoing around him in the empty passageway. His fear and uncertainty began to edge away the louder he sang. 'It really must be magic,' he thought to himself. Footsteps echoed around him that were not his own, and he jumped to his feet.

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A few moments before, and several feet below.

The fellowship walked silently through the halls in the Mines of Moria. A weeping Gimli walked behind them, and the whole group was tense. Legolas' sharp Elvin ears perked up and he stopped suddenly, causing Aragorn to almost walk into him.

"What is it Legolas?" He asked in a hush whisper. The hobbits in the back turned to each other and made eye contact.

"I heard something… something falling, and a faint voice in the air." He replied his face blank as he strained to hear where it was coming from.

"Voices?" Aragorn asked, "Man or Orc?" Legolas paused.

"Man, if I am correct, and very young, it seems." He added. He turned suddenly to his left, toward a set of cracked, steep stairs. "The noise comes from there," he muttered. A wizened old man stepped up beside them.

"Perhaps you should investigate… one can only imagine what he could be doing in the Mines." Gandalf muttered quietly. A small hobbit was edging toward them to listen to the conversation, and the old man shooed him away with a sharp glare.

Aragorn nodded, and turned to go.

"I will go as well," Legolas muttered, following him, "better safe than dead…"

As they headed up the stairs, the words became clearer and they paused again.

"Can you understand them?" Legolas asked Aragorn, who shook his head.

"I speak all of the tongues of man, and as far as I can tell, that is not one of them." Aragorn replied.

"Very odd…" Legolas muttered shaking his head and they quickened their pace to the strange sounds.

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Harry put out his wand and pocketed it, afraid that the footsteps approaching might be muggles, but kept his hand at the ready beside it, just in case. Two men stepped into the torchlight, both rather tall, but one with gaunt features and shoulder-length brown hair, the other graceful and almost feminine, and shining blonde hair that fell down toward his waist.

The brown-haired man began to speak, but Harry couldn't understand a word.

"I'm sorry?" Harry asked him, stepping a bit closer, however hesitantly. The two men exchanged glances.

"Habla Espanola?" He tried a small voice in the back of his head telling him that probably wasn't the right way to say it…

The brown haired man tried again, and Harry could tell it was in a different language, he just shook his head with a seemingly sympathetic look. They both sighed, and the brown haired man motioned him to follow. A few moments later they emerged beside a rather large group of travelers.

Harry's eyes widened as he laid eyes on the older wizard.

"Dumbledore?" he questioned. The wizard inclined his head and raised an eyebrow as if to question 'what?' Harry shook his head. Of course not, this must be thousands of miles away, what would Dumbledore be doing here?

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Gandalf looked at the young boy curiously.

"What do you make of him, Gandalf?" Aragorn asked, turning to the old man.

"He is obviously not from this time, perhaps it is a sign, perhaps he is destined to aide us in the war. I am not entirely sure," Gandalf replied, still giving Harry the once-over.

"Whoever he is, he is obviously no harm to us, and this place is. We must keep moving. We can discuss it once out of the Mines." Aragorn nodded and turned to Harry, motioning him on. For some reason, Aragorn felt taken to the boy, protective even.

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An hour passed, and the travelers came to a stop; apparently the old wizard had forgotten the way. The camp settled down for the night, striking up a fire and laying out beds. The hobbits (not that Harry knew what they were called) grouped together, except for the one who Harry learned was called 'Frodo', who strayed off to talk to Gandalf. Boromir and Legolas were having a hurried discussion off to the side and Aragorn seemed to be lost in thought.

It seemed Aragorn sensed his gaze, because he turned to look at Harry. He sent a small smile, and walked over to where Harry was sitting, on a small group of rocks at the edge of the cliff they were camping on. He sat down next to him and began speaking. Harry appreciated the gesture, even though both of them knew they couldn't understand each other.

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"You know, I feel drawn to you, young sir. I don't quite understand why, but I guess that will be answered in the future, the Gods have it all planned out, you see. Our meeting was not coincidental. This place is harsh and dangerous, but don't fear, I'll watch over you." Aragorn assured him softly. It got quiet, and the hobbits lay down to sleep. Harry sighed slightly, and felt something in his pocket.

He pulled it out and saw the parchment Hermione had given him earlier. He smiled a bit and began to sing the words in English. He wasn't overly conscious of himself, because he knew no one in the group could understand any of it. Aragorn sent a soft smile his way and watched him curiously.

I don't always want to be the hero

I don't always want to save the day

I can barely see on my own, now

What makes you think I want to look your way?

This is the path you chose for me

Why can't you just make up your mind?

You want to make me lead a war now

But then you wanna keep me confined

You say without me all your hope is lost now

Don't wanna make you pay the cost now

Well forgive me if I fail you

And forgive me if I don't comply

All you seem to do is cheat me now,

But I know you're gonna make me try…

A few heads turned his way, but he ignored them and continued to sing softly to himself. He decided to attempt to sing it in Elvin, but as soon as 'Ai pai byr eilar shal sai shi si caesai' escaped his lips, Aragorn jumped up and snatched the paper from him, staring at the words wide-eyed.

"What the-" Harry began, but Aragorn quieted him and motioned him to stand up. He pointed to words on the page and said it out loud, giving Harry just enough time to translate. 'Do you know this' was what Harry translated it into. He understood immediately. Aragorn spoke Elvin! He pointed to the Elvin words to attempt to reply. 'I don't'.

The next three hours consisted of Aragorn and Legolas teaching Harry words and small phrases in Elvin, so at least they would be able to communicate.