Walking down the corridors of Hogwarts brought back a sense of nostalgia for Harry. He ran his hands across the walls lightly, memorizing every brick. The only source of light to lead his way being the moonlight that poured through the windows. Hogwarts was just as beautiful as he remembered it.
His feet lead him to a black lake. He came near standing over the river as if he was waiting for something. The water started to ripple but he resolutely stood there waiting.
Unexpectedly, a crocodile burst through the water. A terror gripped Harry tightly making him want to scream in terror and run away from the large beast. Yet, still He stood there letting the crocodile drag him into the water by the arm.
He was sinking in total darkness as the crocodile brought him into a death roll. Abruptly, the crocodile vanished while Harry was left alone to slowly float down into infinite darkness.
A melodic voice reached his ear as pictures unfolded before him.
The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was, is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the Great Rings. Three were given to the Elves; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race.
Before his eyes Harry watched each species take their ring. The sight of the elves were obvious. They held that ethereal shine and pointed ears. He watched as a map was shown to him showing numerous strange lands. The enchanting voice continued on with its story.
But they were all of them deceived, for a new ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all.
The image of a land full of desolation materialized. Soot and ash drifted in the air covering the skies. It was full of darkness the only light coming from the lava that flowed through the land. Only an active volcano stood in the midst of the land.
The image shifted to the inside of the volcano where a man with a twisted smile seemed to be crafting something out of gold. Sweat poured down his face but the man ignored it and kept all his attention on what he was doing. He watched as magical black mist swirled around the man. A viscous smile painted the man's lips. Harry felt a shudder go down his spine.
Sauron became something to be feared. The ring itself evolved gaining a consciousness and chose the man worthy as its master. It took a piece of the Sauron's soul to be forever bound to him. The man was cruel and caused terror wherever he went.
There was consequences to what he did though. His once handsome face twisted into something gruesome. It was vile and the man could not even stand to look at himself in the mirror. It became the only thing that Sauron regretted. Many times he tried to fix it but it was irreversible. The world burned with his anger and hate.
One by one, the free peoples of Middle Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth.
An image of a battle emerged. Elves and men killing and being killed by creatures in Sauron's army. Foul creatures with black goo dripping out of their mouths from awful growls. Blood drenched armors and dripped down swords. Battle cries pierced the air. Gurgles of death escaped punctured bodies. Bodies littered the ground with hardly any space to move. It was such a terrible scene that Harry cried out in despair.
Victory was near, but the power of the ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword. And Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated.
Sauron used the ring to slaughter his enemies. The ring took pleasure in its work of pleasing its master. He watched as a many tried to kill the Dark Lord, but ended up dying by the Dark Lord's hands. One man in particular with the presence of a king was killed by Sauron. Another man fell down beside the dead king, weeping in grief. Sauron viewed the scene in triumph raising his hand to slay the grieving man. A man that had similar features to the king.
Isildur consumed with grief and fear for his life grabbed his father's sword only for it to be broken by Sauron's heavy boot stepping on it. Still, Isildur used the broken sword to attack Sauron cutting off his finger disconnecting the ring from it's master. Sauron died but Harry could tell he was not.
The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death.
He watched as Isildur took the ring and became ensnared by it. Felt the ring's resent towards its new master, Isildur. The ring bid its time, waiting for the right moment to get revenge. Eventually, it did by leading Isildur towards his death, by drowning. Lying in wait for its master.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared another bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him. The ring gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind; and in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited.
He watched as betrayal unfolded and death swept by. Corruption controlled the mind and darkness hid secrets. He watched as the ring became frustrated. Watched as mistake became potential, and as hope gathered up darkness.
Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had now come. It abandoned Gollum. But then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up the most unlikely creature imaginable. A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire. For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all...
Suddenly, Harry's slow drifting stopped and the images vanished. Gravity took over and he began to fall. The water rushed past him while a yell escaped him. He landed on hard ground. Chains were clasped to his wrists and he was wrenched into a knelling position by some invisible force. Guards suddenly appeared standing at his sides holding the chains. He knelt in the middle of a court and looked up to see a king standing on a pedestal. He slumped over laying an the cold stone ground before blacking out.
Harry drifted into a peaceful, deep sleep.
Sunlight drifted through thick foliage into a little clearing in a forest. A sea of flowers filled the open space and in the middle of it all lay a body. A man with raven hair. The man's eyelids twitched before cloudy green eyes were revealed.
Harry groaned as he slowly sat up. He felt sluggish as if he had been sleeping for years. He shook his head lightly and stretching his body. Yawning loudly he abruptly froze realizing just the type of situation he was in. He looked around frantically tying to figure out where he was. He cautiously stood up checking out his surroundings. Nothing seemed to be amiss but Harry kept his guard up.
Harry heard something and his ears twitched when he caught the sound of a twittering bird. He followed the sound to catch a robin making a nest. Well, it looked like a robin just with a beak and tail feathers. Its colors were also different. Instead of the species usual red and brown this ones were a light green with a pink under belly.
As if noticing it was being watched it stopped its flitting and turned to face him. Big, round lavender eyes stared at him. And stared... And stared. As soon as Harry blinked so did the bird. Honestly, Harry admitted to him himself, he felt kind of disturbed. But the bird had its own little charm and when he cocked his head to the side the bird followed the movement. Interested, Harry did slightly different movements with his head as the bird mimicked his actions.
The bird seemed to immensely enjoy their game till it looked back at his nest. Those lavender eyes switched back and forth between Harry's figure and its nest. The bird had to make a hard decision between playing its new found game with the strange human or building its nest.
The strange human was fun, but weird. Still the bird had its own agenda to finish. Giving the strange human a sorry trill it moved on to find more twigs for its nest hoping to see the strange one again one day. Harry watched the bird fly away, bemused.
Soon a gust of wind blew through the forest. The wind hit his face harshly before drifting off into a soft caress. The trees groaned as their branches were shaken as if waking from slumber. The forest seemed to lighten up more emitting its own light. Every crevice, nook, and cranny of the forest was lively and different from the forests in his world.
Surprised by the difference in his surroundings Harry sat back down. Harry's body protested the movement and he moaned in pain. He guessed his body was still sore from whatever had happened to him before. He dragged himself over to a tree that was close to him and leaned against it. His eyes did another sweep of the forest around him. "What is this?" Harry whispered to himself. He was stunned. The place it was so, so, just so...
"Beautiful" he whispered. And it was, the place seemed to hold its own light. The ambient magic in the air was so old and held its own kind of wisdom. Harry felt as if he was dreaming. A niggle in the back of his head brought up that maybe this was all real.
But it couldn't be... could it? He had never seen any place like this."How could it be real?" he thought. It was ridiculous how he was sitting there eyes wide in wonder, and gaping like a child with his right hand covering his mouth. His left hand came up and curled into a fist.
Harry incidentally passed out from the blow to his face with a new bruise on his left cheek.
Stupidity had been Harry's friend for a long time. Harry could make a lot of stupid choices when he was bored or in this case slightly terrified. He wasn't so surprised that he had punched himself. What did surprise him though was the strength behind the blow. So, Harry ended up waking with a bruise forming on his cheek and the sight of a still unfamiliar forest.
Harry lightly touched the bruise on his cheek then winced when he felt a spike of pain. Harry rolled his eyes grudgingly admitting that this was all real. He sighed as he closed his eyes. His opened up his senses to get a feel of the place. The air felt so much lighter here and the magic? God, he didn't even know how to describe it!
To most people magic was just an energy that could be manipulated to do a persons will. In some way that was true, but magic was also sentient. It was an energy, like any other that flowed through the earth but at the same time different. Magic just had a different had different jurisdiction. Not many wizards were in tune with the magic around them. But Harry had always had a special connection with magic.
The magic here though seemed to be more wild and abundant. It was extremely rejuvenating. Harry hummed a little in contentment. He ran a hand through his straight, shoulder length hair only to gasp in horror. Quickly, he grabbed a strand of hair and brought it to the front of his face. Harry examined his hair in wonder.
In all his life Harry had never had straight hair, not even gel could keep it down. Now, here he was sitting in an unfamiliar forest with straight hair that was a midnight black and sparkled in the sun.
But... didn't that mean there had to be more changes, so if one of the changes. If there was one, there had to be more Harry's face settled into a determined expression. He needed to find something to see his reflection with. Harry reached for a branch and with his left and braced his right hand against the bark. He pulled himself up slowly before he felt a wave of dizziness. He stood there taking deep breaths before he stomping through the forest.
Harry never noticed how the branches of the tree lowered to his reach or the silent whisper in the air.