Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Road Less Traveled ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: EmruasCat 
Harry Potter meets someone unusual.
Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.06.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 433 | Status: Work In Progress
Harry Potter meets someone unusual.
Non Anime: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction / Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 04.06.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 433 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own the elves, Arda, or Harry Potter and company; they belong to the great JRR Tolkien and JK Rowling, respectively. I WISH I had the gift for writing that these two authors have. I also do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer; the credit for that piece of brilliance goes to Joss and co.
Warnings: SEX – in all shapes and sizes. This story includes slash pairings of the male and female variety, so scram, kiddies! This story ain’t for you. This story also includes discussion of physical and sexual abuse, as well as abundant foul language. I will be more specific as the chapters progress.
Chapter 2
In his short sixteen, soon to be seventeen, years of life. Harry Potter had seen many strange and wondrous things.
A being that radiated sheer POWER and who claimed to be a spirit of war in another world altogether was not one of them.
Until now.
In Harry’s experience, beings of power nearly always wanted something of him, so he felt justified in crossing his arms over his chest and asking flatly, “What do you want?”
The spirit blinked at him. “What’s makes you think I want anything of you, boy?” His voice vibrated with suppressed power that still, nonetheless, set off alarm bells in Harry’s own brand of magic. *Danger, Will Robinson, danger!* Harry mentally shook his head at his inner voice’s choice of quotes. He really needed to stop watching sci-fi movies with Hermione.
He narrowed his eyes at the being before him. “Eight months ago, I destroyed a very nasty dark wizard who almost took over this world. My name is Harry Potter, not ‘BOY’.”
The spirit cocked an eyebrow at him, then nodded.
Harry sighed audibly. “Are you going to give me something to call you, or shall I merely refer to you as ‘strange being wandering about my home’?”
The being in question let out a deep, infectious laugh. “Not ‘spirit wandering about’?” he asked humorously.
“In this world, to be considered a spirit, you have to be insubstantial.” Harry regarded the being carefully. “You’re solid. I can feel the aura you’re radiating when I’m standing here on the other side of the bloody room – you’re NOT human, nor do you resemble any of the magical beings I’ve become acquainted with. So, ‘being’ is the best I can do, until you provide me with something else.” A headache pulsed in Harry’s temples, and he rubbed at them. “I don’t suppose you want to increase your shielding?” he asked wistfully.
“Shielding?” the being questioned, looking honestly puzzled.
“Whatever you’re doing to suppress your power, it isn’t enough to keep me from feeling its force,” Harry told the being bluntly, and watched as his visitor’s eyes widened in shock. “I’d imagine your strength is restricted here, if this world is not your own, and I’m rather glad. I would no doubt have a migraine of excruciating proportions otherwise.” Harry turned abruptly and left the room, calling over his shoulder, “I’m making some tea, would you like a cup?”
There was silence, but when Harry reached the kitchen a quiet voice said not far away, “I would.” Harry was unsurprised to see the being standing in the kitchen, regardless of the lack of walking the stranger had done. “Is this better?” the being asked, still quietly.
Harry paused in making the tea Hermione had instructed him to use in case of magically-induced headaches, and regarded his strange visitor. Power no longer vibrated in the very air around him. Harry could still feel the other-worldliness of the being’s aura, but he sensed that his visitor could do nothing to change that. “Much. Thank you, I appreciate it.” The tea would be a few minutes brewing. He gestured, and a comfortable chair appeared for the being to sit on. Harry tugged a stool over to perch on himself, and cleared the kitchen table of books and papers with another wave of his hand. The being arched an eyebrow at him, then sat, a look of pleasure crossing his face.
Harry’s teapot emitted a cheerful whistle, and he retrieved a towel to pour the tea. His visitor lifted his cup to his lips, and a beaming smile lit up his fierce face. “This is marvelous!”
Harry smiled crookedly as he reseated himself. “Thank you.” He took a sip of his own tea, and sighed gratefully as the pain in his temples eased.
“My title is Valar of War. My name is Tulkas. You may address me by either,” his visitor said, still quietly.
Harry inclined his head. “Master Tulkas. What is it you wish of me?”
Another deep laugh vibrated from the Valar’s throat. “You are not easily distracted, are you?”
Harry simply shook his head, and waited.
There was a moment of silence, then Tulkas admitted, “I’m not sure. My…sister asked me to come to this world and find five magical beings. She told me when I met all five I would know what to do. Your name was the one she suggested I start with. She said…how did she put it? Ah, yes: ‘Master Harry will neither call you insane nor flee your presence. He’s used to strange things popping into his life.’” A mildly offended look crossed the Valar’s face. “I do believe she was insulting me.”
Harry laughed softly. “That is one of the prerogatives of a sister – believe me, I know.” He smiled ruefully. “So, the others you were to meet?”
“Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, and Hermione Granger.” Tulkas shook his head a little. “Interesting names.”
Harry stared at Tulkas for a long moment. Then, carefully, he asked, “Your sister…what is her title?”
Tulkas tilted his head at Harry. “Vaire is the Valar of Fate – not controlling it, mind,” he added hastily. “But SEEING.”
Harry could feel his headache returning and hastily took another sip of his tea while he thought furiously. Finally, he said, “The names you have given are the names of those I call family. I can call them here if you wish; you need not go looking for them.” He took another sip of tea to calm himself. “My presence will most likely make the visit easier.”
Tulkas looked surprised. “Your family?”
“The closest thing I have to one,” Harry said tiredly. “Your sister did not mention that, I take it.”
“No,” Tulkas said thoughtfully. “She did not.” He made a decision. “How soon can you call them here?”
***
Harry scooted out of his fireplace, and brushed soot from his hair, elbows, and knees. “Sirius and Hermione are on their way,” he told the staring Valar. “Severus and Remus are both teaching a class right now; I left a message for them to drop by as soon as possible.”
Tulkas regarded Harry, then the cheerfully crackling fire, with wide eyes. “I am beginning to see why my presence did not shock you very much,” he said.
Harry chuckled quietly. “Floo powder,” gesturing at the object, “is one of the Wizarding World’s fastest means of communication. I could have written them a letter and sent it to them with Hedwig,” nodding to his oldest familiar, who had observed the entire proceedings with sharp, cautious eyes, “but it would have taken a few days to get a response. The fireplace is simpler.” The fire abruptly flared bright blue, and he stepped back. “It is also a much swifter means of travel,” he added, reaching out to catch Hermione as she stumbled from the fireplace.
“Yes, but it makes one ever so dizzy,” Hermione said breathlessly. She brushed soot off of her school robes, which she wore over a long skirt and a simple blouse. Then she straightened, and extended a hand to Harry’s visitor. “Hermione Granger.”
Tulkas took Hermione’s hand, and bowed over it, making her flush. “It is an honor to meet you, mi’lady.” He gently released her hand, and looked quizzically at Harry.
“Hermione, this is Tulkas, the Valar of War. Tulkas, this is my adopted sister, Hermione.”
Hermione’s eyes had gotten large. “Valar? But they are just a story.” Harry looked at Hermione in question. “Honestly Harry, Tolkien? ‘Lord of the Rings’? Are there any bells ringing in your head yet?”
Harry frowned. He hadn’t had much opportunity to read Muggle literature, but that title was too famous for him not to recognize it. “Arda?” he asked his visitor. “Is that the name of your world?”
“You are correct,” Tulkas said briskly. He turned his gaze to Hermione. “Your Tolkien was a friend of one of my brothers – Orome, I believe. From what I understand, Tolkien fashioned many stories about our world based upon our history – though Orome tells me much of his later stories were completely inaccurate.”
“Incredible,” Hermione murmured. She had trained for battle alongside Harry, could sense auras as well as he. She didn’t know for certain if Harry’s visitor was who he claimed to be, but she could sense that he had enough power to back up his claim. And that made her nervous, to say the least.
Harry observed his adopted sister carefully. Her expression showed awe, her posture showed wariness. He’d learned that his sister’s body language more often told his how she truly felt than her expression or her words. From the way she was holding herself, Hermione was impressed with his visitor, but very, very cautious. And THAT told Harry to watch Tulkas closely. There was little that could shake his beloved sister’s hard-earned serenity.
***
Back in Arda, a certain wish demon happily shook hands with a certain Weaver. “Pleasure seeing you again, old friend!”
“Yes, indeed. I’m looking forward to SEEING more of your plan.”
The two women snickered together, before the demoness disappeared and the Weaver turned back to her work with a highly satisfied look on her face.
Warnings: SEX – in all shapes and sizes. This story includes slash pairings of the male and female variety, so scram, kiddies! This story ain’t for you. This story also includes discussion of physical and sexual abuse, as well as abundant foul language. I will be more specific as the chapters progress.
Chapter 2
In his short sixteen, soon to be seventeen, years of life. Harry Potter had seen many strange and wondrous things.
A being that radiated sheer POWER and who claimed to be a spirit of war in another world altogether was not one of them.
Until now.
In Harry’s experience, beings of power nearly always wanted something of him, so he felt justified in crossing his arms over his chest and asking flatly, “What do you want?”
The spirit blinked at him. “What’s makes you think I want anything of you, boy?” His voice vibrated with suppressed power that still, nonetheless, set off alarm bells in Harry’s own brand of magic. *Danger, Will Robinson, danger!* Harry mentally shook his head at his inner voice’s choice of quotes. He really needed to stop watching sci-fi movies with Hermione.
He narrowed his eyes at the being before him. “Eight months ago, I destroyed a very nasty dark wizard who almost took over this world. My name is Harry Potter, not ‘BOY’.”
The spirit cocked an eyebrow at him, then nodded.
Harry sighed audibly. “Are you going to give me something to call you, or shall I merely refer to you as ‘strange being wandering about my home’?”
The being in question let out a deep, infectious laugh. “Not ‘spirit wandering about’?” he asked humorously.
“In this world, to be considered a spirit, you have to be insubstantial.” Harry regarded the being carefully. “You’re solid. I can feel the aura you’re radiating when I’m standing here on the other side of the bloody room – you’re NOT human, nor do you resemble any of the magical beings I’ve become acquainted with. So, ‘being’ is the best I can do, until you provide me with something else.” A headache pulsed in Harry’s temples, and he rubbed at them. “I don’t suppose you want to increase your shielding?” he asked wistfully.
“Shielding?” the being questioned, looking honestly puzzled.
“Whatever you’re doing to suppress your power, it isn’t enough to keep me from feeling its force,” Harry told the being bluntly, and watched as his visitor’s eyes widened in shock. “I’d imagine your strength is restricted here, if this world is not your own, and I’m rather glad. I would no doubt have a migraine of excruciating proportions otherwise.” Harry turned abruptly and left the room, calling over his shoulder, “I’m making some tea, would you like a cup?”
There was silence, but when Harry reached the kitchen a quiet voice said not far away, “I would.” Harry was unsurprised to see the being standing in the kitchen, regardless of the lack of walking the stranger had done. “Is this better?” the being asked, still quietly.
Harry paused in making the tea Hermione had instructed him to use in case of magically-induced headaches, and regarded his strange visitor. Power no longer vibrated in the very air around him. Harry could still feel the other-worldliness of the being’s aura, but he sensed that his visitor could do nothing to change that. “Much. Thank you, I appreciate it.” The tea would be a few minutes brewing. He gestured, and a comfortable chair appeared for the being to sit on. Harry tugged a stool over to perch on himself, and cleared the kitchen table of books and papers with another wave of his hand. The being arched an eyebrow at him, then sat, a look of pleasure crossing his face.
Harry’s teapot emitted a cheerful whistle, and he retrieved a towel to pour the tea. His visitor lifted his cup to his lips, and a beaming smile lit up his fierce face. “This is marvelous!”
Harry smiled crookedly as he reseated himself. “Thank you.” He took a sip of his own tea, and sighed gratefully as the pain in his temples eased.
“My title is Valar of War. My name is Tulkas. You may address me by either,” his visitor said, still quietly.
Harry inclined his head. “Master Tulkas. What is it you wish of me?”
Another deep laugh vibrated from the Valar’s throat. “You are not easily distracted, are you?”
Harry simply shook his head, and waited.
There was a moment of silence, then Tulkas admitted, “I’m not sure. My…sister asked me to come to this world and find five magical beings. She told me when I met all five I would know what to do. Your name was the one she suggested I start with. She said…how did she put it? Ah, yes: ‘Master Harry will neither call you insane nor flee your presence. He’s used to strange things popping into his life.’” A mildly offended look crossed the Valar’s face. “I do believe she was insulting me.”
Harry laughed softly. “That is one of the prerogatives of a sister – believe me, I know.” He smiled ruefully. “So, the others you were to meet?”
“Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, and Hermione Granger.” Tulkas shook his head a little. “Interesting names.”
Harry stared at Tulkas for a long moment. Then, carefully, he asked, “Your sister…what is her title?”
Tulkas tilted his head at Harry. “Vaire is the Valar of Fate – not controlling it, mind,” he added hastily. “But SEEING.”
Harry could feel his headache returning and hastily took another sip of his tea while he thought furiously. Finally, he said, “The names you have given are the names of those I call family. I can call them here if you wish; you need not go looking for them.” He took another sip of tea to calm himself. “My presence will most likely make the visit easier.”
Tulkas looked surprised. “Your family?”
“The closest thing I have to one,” Harry said tiredly. “Your sister did not mention that, I take it.”
“No,” Tulkas said thoughtfully. “She did not.” He made a decision. “How soon can you call them here?”
***
Harry scooted out of his fireplace, and brushed soot from his hair, elbows, and knees. “Sirius and Hermione are on their way,” he told the staring Valar. “Severus and Remus are both teaching a class right now; I left a message for them to drop by as soon as possible.”
Tulkas regarded Harry, then the cheerfully crackling fire, with wide eyes. “I am beginning to see why my presence did not shock you very much,” he said.
Harry chuckled quietly. “Floo powder,” gesturing at the object, “is one of the Wizarding World’s fastest means of communication. I could have written them a letter and sent it to them with Hedwig,” nodding to his oldest familiar, who had observed the entire proceedings with sharp, cautious eyes, “but it would have taken a few days to get a response. The fireplace is simpler.” The fire abruptly flared bright blue, and he stepped back. “It is also a much swifter means of travel,” he added, reaching out to catch Hermione as she stumbled from the fireplace.
“Yes, but it makes one ever so dizzy,” Hermione said breathlessly. She brushed soot off of her school robes, which she wore over a long skirt and a simple blouse. Then she straightened, and extended a hand to Harry’s visitor. “Hermione Granger.”
Tulkas took Hermione’s hand, and bowed over it, making her flush. “It is an honor to meet you, mi’lady.” He gently released her hand, and looked quizzically at Harry.
“Hermione, this is Tulkas, the Valar of War. Tulkas, this is my adopted sister, Hermione.”
Hermione’s eyes had gotten large. “Valar? But they are just a story.” Harry looked at Hermione in question. “Honestly Harry, Tolkien? ‘Lord of the Rings’? Are there any bells ringing in your head yet?”
Harry frowned. He hadn’t had much opportunity to read Muggle literature, but that title was too famous for him not to recognize it. “Arda?” he asked his visitor. “Is that the name of your world?”
“You are correct,” Tulkas said briskly. He turned his gaze to Hermione. “Your Tolkien was a friend of one of my brothers – Orome, I believe. From what I understand, Tolkien fashioned many stories about our world based upon our history – though Orome tells me much of his later stories were completely inaccurate.”
“Incredible,” Hermione murmured. She had trained for battle alongside Harry, could sense auras as well as he. She didn’t know for certain if Harry’s visitor was who he claimed to be, but she could sense that he had enough power to back up his claim. And that made her nervous, to say the least.
Harry observed his adopted sister carefully. Her expression showed awe, her posture showed wariness. He’d learned that his sister’s body language more often told his how she truly felt than her expression or her words. From the way she was holding herself, Hermione was impressed with his visitor, but very, very cautious. And THAT told Harry to watch Tulkas closely. There was little that could shake his beloved sister’s hard-earned serenity.
***
Back in Arda, a certain wish demon happily shook hands with a certain Weaver. “Pleasure seeing you again, old friend!”
“Yes, indeed. I’m looking forward to SEEING more of your plan.”
The two women snickered together, before the demoness disappeared and the Weaver turned back to her work with a highly satisfied look on her face.