Fan Fiction ❯ Keeper of the Dunedain ❯ I died now what? ( Chapter 3 )

 

The crowd was shocked into silence.

 

“Harry wake up” Albus pleaded softly.

 

The boy who lived opened his eyes though his vision was obscured by blood.

 

“ I just wanted to say goodbye Albus”.

 

His voice was weak with exhaustion and his body was rot with fatigue. The headmaster's eyes were filled with dread and pain as he looked at Harry.

 

“ Save your strength it is not your time to go”, Dumbledore said confidently.

 

But Harry could feel the tremble of his hand and hear the tremor of his voice. ` Denial is not an ocean in the Nile' he mused.

 

Harry shook his head slowly, “ With all of the people I care about either dead or safe there is nothing left to keep me living”.

“ You have not yet known what it means to actually live” Albus retorted.

 

Harry's smile turned into a painful grimace as the throbbing in his head returned ten fold.

 

“ I know what it means to love, to hate, to cherish life, and now find peace in death that is more than enough for me” Harry argued weakly.

 

Dumbledore's eyes darkened in despair for the boy whom he came to look upon as a son.

 

“ And what of those you leave behind hmm, what will they do” the headmaster asked angrily.

 

Harry gave a painful cough, his magical energy was drained and the wound in his skull was unbearable.

 

“ It is up to them Albus not me, but tell me this whatever happened to the daughter of Sangreojos”.

 

Dumbledore was surprised by the change of subject but replied nonetheless.

 

“ She lived longer than most mortals and had a daughter of her own who bared the necklace until her own death”.

 

Harry nodded, “ Let me guess her name was Lily”.

 

Dumbledore chuckled and the twinkle in his eyes returned. “ Your grandfather on your mother's side had remarried after the death of his first wife-“.

“ Aunt Petunia's mother” Harry concluded.

 

Dumbledore smiled sadly as he watched Harry slowly loss all his strength.

 

“ Tell them I will see them all again, someday”.

 

Harry's voice grew weak and hollow as a dry wind and his lips trembled in effort to speak.

 

Dumbledore nodded, “ I promise Harry” he said knowing Harry spoke of the members of the D.A and the Weasley family.

 

With a last shuttering breath Harry Potter the boy who lived hero of the wizarding world died. His eyes were open and unseeing as he stared up at his former mentor. Dumbledore sighed in tired sorrow. Hedwig hooted softly and cuddled closer to her now dead owner. And it was at that moment that a tear of blood escaped Harry's eye and hit the ground. The earth beneath them began to shake everyone including Dumbledore staggered away from Harry's corpse.

 

But Hedwig would not move, it didn't matter to what end Hedwig would always follow Harry. Fire and water appeared out of thin air circling closer to Harry with each pass. None of the onlookers could move as they watched this event play out before their eyes. Suddenly a miniature tornado took form around Harry's corpse uniting the fire and water. Men and Women screamed as they were forced back by the powerful gust of wind, water, fire and pieces of debris were hurled at them. And just as swiftly as the phenomena come, it was gone taking Harry and Hedwig with it.

 

((Valenor))

 

“ Look it is one of the wizards”.

 

“ But he is so young and with a familiar”.

 

“ He bears the blood of the (Eldar) he can yet be saved come let us restore him”.

 

“His fate is not ours to tamper with Earendil or do you not sense the blood of the (Edain) coursing through his veins”.

 

The one called Earendil scoffed, “ He is dead to his world Melian and will not find rest in death will you have him lost forever”.

 

“ And what of his familiar” retorted Melian

 

Earendil was silent for a moment. He stared at the young wizard who floated above their heads.

 

“ His familiar is his guide and middle earth will need all the help it can get in these dark times ahead,” he said finally.

“Oh Earendil” sighed his companion.

 

Earendil smiled and offered his hand to Melian. Melian took Earendil's offered hand and smiled. Earendil removed a small glass bottle from his robes and opened it. A blinding light shot out from the bottle and hit Harry and Hedwig, who were somehow suspended in midair.

 

“ Light of Silmaril restore this life”, “ Grant him a new chance at life to know true life, true love”.

 

“WHO CLAIMS THIS CHILD” boomed a mysterious voice.

 

Melian stepped forward, “ I do he is elf-kin”.

 

“ THEN NAME HIM THUS FORTH HE BE KNOWN BY IT HERE AFTER” bellowed the voice.

 

“ He shall be called Malrendil for though he know us not we are his parents in spirit”.

 

The light exploded showering onto Earendil and Melian as they smiled up at the unaware child who was now floating away to the east.

 

`Be at peace our dear son our dear Malrendil middle earth awaits' thought Earendil.

 

((Middle earth))

 

When Hedwig woke up the first thing she noticed was that they were in a forest. Then she noticed that she was lying on Harry's chest and that he was breathing. For that alone the owl gave a hoot of happiness and proceeded to waddle up to his face and nip at his nose. At first Harry was unresponsive then Hedwig screeched in frustration.

 

That, had woken him “ What, who, where!” he exclaimed.

 

Harry sat up abruptly knocking Hedwig off of him. Almost mechanically Harry's hand flew up to his forehead. He felt a wet sticky substance clinging to his forehead but his scar was no longer bleeding. Hedwig whistled in indignity and flew up to a nearby tree.

 

Harry was too busy being in shock to notice, “ I'm alive?”“ but how”.

 

Having enough of his shock Hedwig flew down to Harry's shoulder and bit his ear.

 

“ That hurt Hedwig what in the bloody hell was that for” he hissed.

 

Hedwig glared at her owner in annoyance and whistled.

 

“ Alright already I know what fuck you sounds like in any language this is not the time to start with me” he warned her.

 

Hedwig just gave a dismissive click of her beak. Harry sighed and stood up. And for the first time he got a good look at their surroundings. They were in a forest of some kind with a thick grove of trees and an abundance of animals.

 

Harry could here the water of a nearby stream beating against rocks. He walked toward the sound wanting to wash the blood from his face. Hedwig took flight ahead of him to make sure there was no danger. Harry pulled up his right sleeve and sighed in relief when he saw that he still had his wand. When Harry reached the stream Hedwig was they're waiting for him. Harry smiled at his loyal owl before kneeling at the stream and cupping water in his hands to wash his face. Once his face was clean Harry stared at his reflection. He hadn't seen his own face in the mirror for months.

 

His face had lost what little baby fat it had and his skin was as pale as snow. His eyes were no longer hidden behind the framing of his glasses and were to his surprise narrow. His hair was no longer wild but long hanging well past his shoulders. Yet his scar remained unchanged despite the fact that it had tore open during his fight with Voldemort. Harry touched his face laughing softly when he thought what Cho might have said had she seen him now. Then he frowned he was definitely far from any place he knew and his last memory was of dying in the arms of Dumbledore.

 

In anger Harry splashed his reflection. ` Why couldn't I have just died' he screamed mentally. Harry stood up and began to pace back and forth furiously unaware of the eyes of a child watching him from across the stream. Aragorn son of Arathorn hid in a small bush. He had wandered off from camp in search of butterflies against his mother's wishes. What did they expect he was only two years old for Christ sake? But instead of finding butterflies the young gondorian prince found something better. He had seen the white owl fly to the stream and take a drink. Aragorn hid in a bush so he would not scare it away just like his father taught him. Then a few minutes later Aragorn saw a tall stranger come out of the forest.

 

And wasn't Aragorn surprised when the owl didn't seem to fear the stranger. No the owl and the stranger seemed to know each other. Aragorn watched as the stranger wiped away blood from his face and then stare at his reflection. Then the man splashed his reflection and began to pace. The boy didn't know what to think of this strangely dressed man who seemed to hold the affection an owl. Aragorn watched as the owl hooted and the man responds by giving a weak smile. It was at this moment that Aragon sees the stranger's face fully. To the two year old he looked like the fabled elves of his mother's bedtime stories.

 

This stranger was the first (Edan) that he ever seen with eyes that were green. His skin was pale and glowing in the mid morning light. But what caught Aragorn's attention was the scar on the stranger's forehead. It was shaped like a bolt of lightening and he wondered how the man got it.

 

“Aragorn!” “ Where are you”? The child huffed in annoyance it was his mother.

 

Gilraen the fair ran through the forest looking for her only son. Arathorn was with the twin sons of Elrond speaking of which road they would take to Imladris for her and her son's safety. What she came upon instead was to say the least shocking. A man of no more than seventeen summers stood near the stream. A snowy white owl flew onto his shoulder and hooted at him. It seemed to calm the stranger as he stared directly at Gilraen.

 

“ Excuse me sir have you seen a child come this way” she called.

 

The stranger's brow furrowed in confusion.

 

` Does he not speak common' Gilraen thought.

 

He called something back in a language she didn't understand and sighed seeing the incomprehension on her face. Harry was pissed not only was he resurrected he was resurrected in a place that didn't speak English. Then out of the tree line a creature came and attacked Harry. This creature was so ugly that it could have been the distant cousin of a goblin.

 

` Oh, just fucking perfect' he thought wryly.

 

Without a second thought Harry slipped his wand out of his dragon hid holster and took aim. Gilraen watched in shock as the stranger calmly aimed what seemed to be a stick at the lone orc and blow the attacker's head off. The stranger slipped his stick back into his sleeve and looked over at her. She saw his eyes go wide as he yelled what seemed to be a warning. Sure enough when Gilraen turned around a host of orcs was just a few feet behind her. Gilraen made a mad dash for the other side of the stream. But when she looked back Gilraen froze. Her son was there with a host of orcs at his small heels.

 

“ARAGORN!” but just as the orcs were about to capture her son the white owl scooped up her son with her talons keeping a firm grip on the child's shirt.

 

Gilraen turned tail and went after the owl not paying attention to the orcs as she ran. She ran pass the stranger hoping to the Valar that he would be safe. Harry watched the woman run pass him, he would deal with these obviously foul beast.

 

“ You have absolutely no idea how deep of shit you've gotten your self into,” he growled at the oncoming enemies.

 

The orcs didn't understand him and didn't care they were going to eat man flesh. Harry gave a malicious smile and transformed. Then Harry proceeded to tear each and every orc there to shreds. When Gilraen found Aragorn she sighed in relief. He sat on a tree stomp with his savior sitting on his left shoulder.

 

“ Aragorn!” she ran to her son and kissed his brow repeatedly.

 

The owl flew to a nearby tree to give the reuniting family privacy.

 

“ I was so scared momma,” Aragorn sobbed as he hugged his mother.

 

Gilraen hugged her son back, “ Don't you ever wander off again you hear me little one you frightened me”.

 

Aragorn's eyes were filled with tears as he nodded and hugged her more tightly. Suddenly a twig snapped. Gilraen whirled around with a speed that surprised even her only to see the stranger walk forward. He breathed heavily as he walked he had a wound on his hand and lip but was otherwise unharmed. The owl that saved Aragorn took its place on the stranger's shoulder and hooted soothingly.

 

“ Thank you” she said finally drawing Aragorn up onto her hip.

 

The stranger nodded seeming to understand at least what she meant.

 

She pointed to herself “ I'm Gilraen” then she pointed to her son “ this is Aragorn”.

 

The stranger gave a relieved smile and mimicked her action.

 

“ Gilraen?” he asked as he pointed to her, Gilraen nodded.

 

“ Aragorn” he said pointing to her son and again she nodded.

 

Then the stranger pointed to his owl and said “ Hedwig”.

 

Gilraen and Aragorn repeated the strange name testing its foreign sound on their tongues.

 

Then the stranger pointed to himself, “ Malrendil”.

 

Harry didn't know why he didn't say his real name. It just came to his head to say Malrendil. But what's done is done Harry couldn't take back what he said. The woman `Gilraen' Harry reminded himself pointed to herself, the child, he and Hedwig and then to the general direction from which they'd come. Then she said a word repeatedly until Harry understood what she meant. Gilraen wanted him to follow her. Harry nodded his understanding and watched as she smiled. Gilraen walked pass him and back the way they came. Harry followed after her keeping a close eye on their surroundings for more danger. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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Edan- race of men

Eldar- the elves