Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters; they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K Rowling
I woke up with a splitting headache, ears ringing and every single joint in my body protesting at every movement. I slowly opened my eyes, the light blinding except for a single shadow blocking out most of the sunlight. I tried to sit up but the stranger stood in front of me.
"Don't bother; you are not strong enough yet." The stranger said glaring over me.
"Where am I?" I attempted to say but it ended up as a mumbled whisper that was barely audible. I stared up at the tall stranger as my eyes adjusted to the light. A white beard came into focus and a pair of hard eyes looked down on me. He looks impatiently around as if he is waiting for someone or something, tapping his foot, he starts pacing at a slow pace, contemplating his options.
"You are in Middle Earth; you are part Istari which you will discover the full meaning of shortly and you memories have been temporarily blocked to prevent you from becoming insane, it will disappear with time. I saved your life so you will be my spy on the fellowship but you must be discreet, you will not be suspect due to your age. I will keep in contact but you must appear to be the innocent child you look to be. Alright?"
"But . . . " I tried to say but he silenced me with a slight movement of the hand and tears started running down my face as my senses finally took hold of the situation. The pain started creeping in slowly at first causing me to scrunch up my face; I tried to hide it from the man standing in front but he just looked at me in disgust.
"I was waiting to see how long it would take for the block to dissolve; you are not a strong one are you? Never mind," with that, the man disappeared into thin air. By now the pain had grown to the point of near unbearable, a whimper escaped my lips as I curled up into a ball and lost consciousness to the pain.
I woke up to the rustling of grass nearby and fear filled my stomach, twisting it into a knot. I tried to crawl towards a nearby bush as quietly as possible but as I moved, pain shot through my body. I finally reached a point where the foliage full covered my body just as several shadows filled the space I had been lying in before.
"What do you mean you lost it? It was my favourite axe!" exclaimed a gruff voice but he was quickly silenced by the tall shadow who slowly bent down only two feet from my hiding spot, inspecting the ground.
"What is it now? First Gandalf thinks he feels the presence of Saruman now you want to inspect dirt, typical ranger." The gruff voice exclaimed.
"Gimli! You cannot keep quiet can you?" A new voice stated. I soon realised it came from the man crouched on the ground, his fingers slowly trailing along the leaves scattered on the ground steadily getting closer to where I was hiding. He held up a hand and whispered something too low for me to hear with the blood pounding through my head. One of the shadows smoothly receded and a growing pit of anticipation stirred in my stomach as the man in front slowly started to move closer. My mind spinning like wild as I considered every possibility but it was too late to run and I was sure the other shadow had circled around behind me. At that moment, the branches were pulled aside and a man with a kind face looked down on me with an outstretched hand. I started backing away, not sure why, but this movement frightened me to my core and a soft whimper escaped my lips as I stared at the hand in horror, waiting for its next move.
"Do not worry; we are here to help you. What is your name?" The tall man asked me in a soothing voice that made me want to run into his arms but my instincts knew better. I shrank back a little when a soft hand rested against my back and I yelped in a mix of surprise and fear at this unexpected change of events. With the rush of adrenaline all the pains of before had disappeared and I was running on pure fear.
"Legolas, you are scaring him!" He said in a scolding tone "Move back a bit but still within reach be ready if he runs." The words were different but I was still able to understand them with ease. The man, Legolas, standing behind me slowly backed away and the man standing in front lowered his hand and stared into my eyes and lowered himself onto the ground, sitting with his legs crossed.
"I am Aragorn; can you understand what I am saying?" He said in a quiet, inviting voice. I stayed as still as possible, trying to anticipate his next move. My eyes met his and he knew I understood and he looked up to Legolas. "Keep a watch out for anything suspicious, my brother." Legolas nodded and climbed up the nearest tree.
"Are you okay?" He directed back to me. I had not thought about the pain that was coming back eventually and the more I thought about it, the more apparent the pain became until a grimace crossed my face. A worried look crossed the man's face and he started to move towards me, I backed away quickly almost bumping into the other man behind me but the excruciating pain was becoming too much and I had to stop, feeling light-headed. The man reached me and started looking at my body, which I came to realise was full of cuts and grazes and the hair on the left side of my head was matted and sticky.
"We need to get him to Gandalf," The man behind me said, his voice slightly musical but full of concern. 'Aragorn' nodded, the last thing I saw before everything went black.
I awoke in a rural looking camp, the man named Aragorn stared down at my face, a small smile spreading across his lips. I attempted to sit up but a hand from behind stopped me, surprised I turned to look behind me at this mysterious figure. As I took in his long grey beard, kind eyes and long cloak; a name flashed across my vision.
"Dumbledore?" I whispered barely understanding what it meant.
The old man chuckled a little, his eyes twinkling.
"My, my. I have not heard that name in a long time. A dear friend of mine he was. I haven't seen him in nearly a century." The old man paused for a second. "I am Gandalf the Grey, of the Istari"
"Istari …" My eyes opened wide as memories flooded back in quick succession. Diagon Alley, Platform 9¾, McGonagall turning into a cat, Potions class, Quirrel, Sirius, Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and finally images of his friends; Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville until a violent green flash almost blinded him and a horrific face similar to that of a snake emerged out of the light, laughing in a manic delirium.
Aragorn was shaking my shoulders gently when I came back to reality. His eyes betrayed the worry and concern one might see in a father or guardian. His face betrayed his curiosity on what had just happened but he held his tongue, not wanting to push it. I turned my head to find the old man, only to see him with a long wooden staff in his hand and he was chanting words I could understand but they made no sense to me.
"Wizard" I whispered as the realisation struck me, years of Hogwarts memories surfaced but not swamping me like the previous wave had done. Aragorn looked my way surprised and wary as to what my reaction would be. I just sat there in awe until a brief shout came out of the foliage sending me into action mode. Despite my spinning head and weak limbs, I formed a battle stance and analyzed the surrounding within a split second.
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