Dead Man Walking (HP/LOTR>Adventure/Fantasy)

Originally posted by Laviera_j
OMG Soda! I am gonna have to read this thourally! It is amazing - I have only read the first section because I am due at a lesson, but I am gonna! And you will have a whopper of a review on your hands!

love ya as always,

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Lava,

Please title your review/comment like I just did above. To make it clear to me and my readers that you and anyone else who posts here, that it's a review and not a part of the story. Just don't want anyone to get the wrong idea of anything. Is that okay with you? Anyways, I knew you would love the fact that I finally updated this story! *Hugs* Don't worry about doing a long review. Hold your horses for I've got tons more to come in this chapter and in future chapters, when I get around to them! ^.^

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Okay, Bop, I've not finished, well I;m not far at all, but I'll finish reading it I promise!

Up to page two it's very good! 😛

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Originally posted by BOPRecruit 16
This entire collection of commotion blaring into Harry's ears caused his state of reverie to be shattered like a fragile bubble. The sphere of fantasy imploded, allowing the fresh air of reality to enter and awaken his senses. Twin spheres of emerald locked onto the matter at hand. Those same eyes widened in awe, wondering and blaming himself for not coming to a moment sooner. Harry drank in the scene, trying hard to think fast and access the emergency situation. Clearly, the female Pegasus had been disturbed by something or other that his old rival, Draco Malfoy, and his cohorts must have done. How typical of them. His gaze shifted over to the gatekeeper, who still had his hands full with the gray one, then back over to main attraction. By the mighty, protesting stead's feet, Harry's keen eyes honed in on the fact that the reins strapped around its ankles weren't going to last much longer, due to the amount of stress they were experiencing. He had to do something and fast.

Taking on the role of a hero, feeling as if this were his duty, Harry departed from the safe barrier between his best friends and made his way through the crowd towards the objective. He did not hinder Ron and Hermione's frantic warnings to return to them for his mind was already made up and focused completely upon the troublesome Pegasus. Not even an ounce of fear rose up to question the young sorcerer as he surpassed the facade of his classmates upon the border of reason and the clearing. Harry took cautious, yet measured and steady, steps as he neared the creature. There was a faint booming voice telling him to stop in the distance of his mind, but it feel upon deaf ears. Within' the mental haze of this strange display of erractic behavior, somehow, Harry knew exactly what to do to ease the stallionn without a second opinion from his conscious. Although he himself didn't have much experience with horses in general, he had confidence in his knowledge within' this state of mind. This portion of his mentality knew how to care for horses as if they were an everyday ritual of his life, nothing to it.

Having noticed what the young mortal was up to, the Pegasus swung her penetrating gaze towards him. Her wings and hooves at the ready to knock him to the forest floor. The young sorcerer would take a couple of experimental steps towards her, then stepped back when she lashed out at him. Harry was testing his limits of how far the reins stretched out, so that he could gage the amount of time he would have to rush in and be able to grip the leather strapes around the muzzle. When the Pegagsus' feet were a few narrow seconds from making touchdown with the ground, Harry ran forth in a blur of black and red, and wrapped his palms tightly around her reins. He held on with all his strength as he wobbled around from the stallionn's protest of his gain over her. A few yards away, in the background, Harry could hear audible gasps and many voices whispering. Also, there was to note the fact that the other Pegagsus' rebillion had been short lived, now that Hagrid had him under control.

Harry knew that just holding her down wasn't going to accomplish anything, so he carefully guided a measured hand, that normally held his wand, across the soft, hazel fur. At first, the Pegagsus snorted in his face, since he his was so close to her's now, but he kept on caressing that area. He began to make whispering, shushing sounds to help ease her. Once the proud horse stood stock still, absorbing this kind gesture, Harry knew he was getting to her. But, her wings still twitched in an agitated manner. He shifted his hand so that his open palm was stroking the soft, silky fur. Suddenly, as his shushing whispers began to transform into soothing words, Harry's eyes glowed a sparkling, eerie shade of green. This went unnoticed for no one could see his eyes, from the way he was facing the Pegagsus. The emerald light up like a flashing go light for a fraction of a second and was gone. Slowly becoming unaware of what he was saying now, Harry began to utter a strange, but familiar, anicent tongue that he knew so well from his visions.

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Originally posted by MornGlory
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Author's Note - Important Notification

Please ignore the part of chapter three that I've already posted! Earlier today, I came up with a new opening sequence that sounds more appealing and original than what I had earlier in this thread. I'll try to re-do this chapter sometime over the weekend, but not today. Too tired right now.

UPLOADED: Sunday, November 28, 2004
Disclaimer: I don't own a single thing that J.R.R. Tolkien and J.K. Rowling created within their stories. But, I am the one responsible for creating and owning the creation of Professor Draven Sabatt and Aldin Larsen.

Dead Man Walking
Chapter Three: Not Alone

Upon the fairly flat, rocky shores out by the Great Lake, nearly a quarter mile from the nearest inlet from where the infamous Whomping Willow thrived upon it's solitary hill; there stood a small gathering of adolescences incircling the area around a large man and a lone peophin in the water. All around them, scattered, dying leaves were bowing down to the season of Autumn, having already deepened their shades of lush green to deep crimsons. Mother nature slowly exhaled a frosty breath that made its way across the land towards the students of Hogwarts, gentily teasing at their locks of hair and thick, fluffy striped scarves of gold and red or emerald and silver. The crowd surrounding the half-giant known as Hagrid, were divided upon their respective colors and seemed to be contentedly ingnoring one another or simply pulling a face in a certain person's direction to push their buttons. They rubbed their cotton gloves together for warmth as they braved the cold, waiting it out for their professor of Care of Magical Creatures to finish out his lecture and allow them to interact with the special guest of the day. Hagrid's booming voice was creating an echo as it swept across the clearing and bouncing off some unknown part of the forest behind them.

Hagrid was carefully outlining to them, with a hint of great pride in his tone, about the nature and origins of a Peophin. They were the creatures of the seas and lakes, racing about like a herd of wild mustangs across a field, but with the grace of a sea creature. After all, they had the upper body and nature of a stallionn, with the additional abilities of a whale below the waist to propell them through the water. Peophins from the ocean tend to be wild and reckless in nature, while the ones from lakes were doscile and good natured towards people. Ánië, the young female peophin that was their guest, was one of the inland bodies of water from somewhere in France. She was floating by the shore in all her glory and patience. Hagrid did not allow her to wander much farther from there, so he had teathered her there by dressing her in traditional horse's head gear and regins that were tied to a short, wooden pole through the rocky layers of the bank. Ánië would occasionally nibble at the thick tuffs of seaweed that she could reach from where she was, not seeming to mind her audience. Some of the students, mostly the girls, stared at her in wonder of her majestic beauty. The divine sight was of a silvery, metallic complexion with a hint of an ivory toned underbelly and a long, silky mane that was a deeper shade of silver than her rubber like flesh.

As the half-giant rambled on about his pride and joy of the day, he began to lose the attention of a couple of familair faces amongst the crowd known as Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Although a good portion of the gathering that was made of Slytherins that were bored out of their minds, none of them expressed it so 'eloquiently' as the platinum blonde did. He would whisper a harsh side comment or joke of some sort, every now and then to his breatheren. They would snicker in silence without having to worry that the 'Big-Oaf" might hear them for they were towards the back of the arch. While Draco Malfoy did his additional commentary off to the right of the Gryffindors, the Boy Who Lived bore a similar expression upon his features. His wasn't harsh and judgemental like his archnemisis, just...distant and detached. Harry Potter wasn't even focusing upon the subject at hand. Cool, expressionless emerald orbs were staring out across the great expanse of murky, green-blue surface of the lake. His eyes weren't focused on any particular spot out yonder.

With his thumbs hitched in his pant's pockets, Harry involuntarily sighed, his warm breath creating a moist, warm fog before his non-seeing gaze. He had no intention of being rude like this to his professor slash friend, but he couldn't help zoning out again. Whenever he was outside, his mind would wander away from the subject before him. Harry just couldn't seem to focus nor think straight half the time. As for how he was feeling, it was, honestly, the most bizarre sensation that he had ever felt in his life. Something about the great outdoors, the wilderness, that deeply fascinated him in such a profound way. Harry couldn't quite find the right words to describe nor begin to understand why nature affected him so. Being mesmerized by this environment wasn't an entirely unhealthy state, but more like a breath taking, magical, divine feeling it brought from within'. Harry faintly mused, above the haze floating about his subconscious, "What could this mean...?"

The faint mist over Harry's eyes faded back to a deep emerald and he swept them across the crowd to make sure that he wasn't missing anything of great importance. From as far as he could tell, the gathering around him hadn't budged since he last checked nor was Hagrid done with his lecture. Sounded like he was drawing it to a close by going over some ground rules on how to approach and be allowed to stroke Ánië. Harry just simply rolled his eyes at that notion, knowing that all of the females around him wanted to be first. Also, praying to Merlin that Draco Malfoy wouldn't a** up this opportunity like he did back in their third year. A small flame of anger flickered behind emerald, recalling all of the trouble that the other boy had caused by complaining about Buckbeak and all of the drama that came after that to save a few lives that were more valuable than the blonde's stupidity. That had been so uncalled for and shouldn't have gotten out of hand the way it did. Sometimes, Harry just couldn't fathom why Draco could not leave well enough alone..."That damn bastard..." He briefly threw a furtive, heated glance in the latter's direction before returning his focus upon the great expanse of the murkey water's surface, wanting to forget about that 'minor' inconvience.

Eyes having already consumed a huge percentage of the crimson and orange landscape, Harry shifted them over to drink in the sight of dead leaves drifting down to Earth and drowning themselves. Near the opening to the bay that the surrounding banks had formed, there was a large pile of them growing upon the right side of the opening. Also, amongst that pile, there was something massive protruding from the water's surface near the shore. Harry couldn't quite tell what it was from this distance, of about one to two miles away. The protrusion stood a good three to four feet above the surface, competing with the height of the nearest tree. Harry squinted, as if that would help him much, trying to strain his eyes to focus a little better without having to conjure up a pair of binoculars and draw unwanted attention to himself. Suddenly, he noticed that there were two large golden ovals near the pointed tip. Since the young sorcerer was too far away, he didn't notice the twin ebony, cat eyed-shaped slits within' the golden shapes.

The more he looked at it, it began to dawn on Harry that this thing bore a strong resemblance to something repitlian and that it was 'looking' in his direction. He couldn't be sure, but that was a good a guess as any. Well, whatever it was that was out there, hadn't moved from that spot due to a lengthy duration and the numerous layers of leaves that had collected upon its 'head' and trailing down its 'neck'. This part of the curious sight made Harry question weither this thing was living or not. The sound of feet scrapping against and kicking about rocks, got his attention away and make him forget that little distraction for now. Eyes now trained upon the present, Harry found out that that noise had been the class scooting over to the Peophin. Like all of the other boys, Harry waited his turn until the girls were done admiring the creature. He could see that Hermione was enjoying herself, smiling and laughing as she got the chance to feed a carrot to and be licked by Ánië. Beside him, he could hear Ron grumbling about the annoyance of how girls crooned over everything and anything that was pretty or an adorable creature of sorts. To this, Harry just laughed and simply nodded his aggreement. He couldn't understand it either, but he did when it came to the admiration and knowing how to ride a horse. Although Harry has never had the pleasure of riding one, he was quite familair with these magnificant beasts in his dreams.

By the time Harry got the chance to stroke Ánië's smooth, moist snout, he had no qualms about for she wasn't frightning and her type didn't have a history of erractic, temperamental behavior like the hypogriffs did. As he moved his hand back and forth upon her skin, she snorted once and lifted her head underneath his touch to show her approval of his magical aura (presence). That made a small smile creep across Harry's features. Ánië was alot like a horse in many ways, other than from her body structure, he felt more at ease to move over to her ears and play with them. Meanwhile, the other boys around him were able to reach over and pet her neck and shoulders. Although Harry was having a wonderful time watching Ánië's ears twitch about within' his grasp, he couldn't help recalling the protrusion out near the edge of the bay. He lifted his gaze upwards in that direction. And sure enough, the thing was still there. Suddenly, the golden shapes disappeared for a split second and reappeared as though it had blinked. Emerald orbs widened in shock and nearly gasped, now realizing that the mystery thing was something living. The creature tilted its head to allow some leaves to slip off and then dove beneath the surface of the Great Lake, leaving the remainder of the leaves to cover up it's gettaway.

Harry's brow furrowed at this, but before he could determine weither he should warn Hagrid or not, Ánië smacked his hand away as she began to kick up a fuss and whiney in fright. Startled himself, he took a step back and wondered what could have frigthened her so bad. Ánië was flayling her legs about in the air and thrashing violently against the binding teathers. Everyone got back and yelped in fright when her hooves got too close for comfort. Hagrid went into action, assuming his authoritative mode, told everyone to remain calm and that he had everything under control. He ordered Harry to get to safety, but he was promptly ignored for the young sorcerer couldn't stand seeing the peophin so distraught. With lightening speed that he normally reserved for catching the snitch, Harry snatched Ánië's regins near the buckle of the mouth piece as she came down from spyhopping. He held on with all his might as she rose from the water once more. As he could feel his feet lifting off the ground, leaving him upon his tip toes, Harry heard Hermione scream out his name. Ánië did this a few more times and he could plainly see that this wasn't about to cease anytime soon. Harry looked up into the frigtened peophin's eyes and called out her name above the commotion, which got her attention. She met his steady, determined gaze. The mortal began to plead with her that she must stop this nonsense and calm down. But, since they didn't speak the same language, Harry's words fell upon deaf ears.

The young sorcerer began to panic when she didn't comply to his direct orders. Harry raked his mind, desperate to find another way out of this, then a brilliant idea struck him. Calling upon prior knowledge from a dream he had a few nights ago, he didn't see any other reason not to apply it. With renewed vigor, Harry got the peophin's attention once more and with one hand, reached out to stroke her snout in a soothing manner. Ánië stopped whineying and her frightful desposition began to fade, but she still trashed about in slow motion. Harry also remembered that there was something else he had done in his dream to get one of the horses from Edoras to calm down. As he continued to stroke her face, he began to murmur a forgotten language. Having spoken it quite fluently and clearly enough, Ánië's ears twitched and she ceased to be distraught. Finally, Harry was able to relax his grip upon her reigns. Grateful, the peophin approached him and nudged his shoulder in delight. "You're quite welcomed!" said Harry, returning her gesture with a friendly smile. Suddenly, Hagrid appeared beside him and placed a heavy hand upon his shoulder which made him look up at the latter. "Thank you, Harry. You did a wonderful job here today," said his professor with warmth in his voice. Then, the halfgiant raised his voice and looked over his shoulder to the crowd, "For Harry's courage, I award Gryffindor 10 points!" All of the Gryffindors applauded and went up to congradulate the Boy Who Lived. Meanwhile, the Slytherins remained indifferent.

Harry's housemates slapped him upon the back and he would blush scarlet and respond with, "Oh...it was nothing..." When the uproar died down, Hagrid announced that class was over and they were all excused. The gathering dispersed and Harry was joined by his friends on their way back to the castle. As they were crossing a small section of trees and the grassy field, Ron lightly punched him upon the shoulder to congradulate him again and swell with pride of how huffy the Slytherins, especially Draco Malfoy, had gotten when Gryffindor got the best of them. As for Hermione, she just scowled at the red head's glouting, but never the less, looked proud for what Harry had done. "That was an amazing thing that you did back there, Harry," she said. Then, seeming to become intrigued with her brow knitting, "What exactly did you say to Ánië? We all heard what you said during your first attempt to talk her down, but you began to whisper the rest..." Hermione waved a hand in the air, gesticulating in order to help prompt Harry to give her a straight, honest answer. Her friend just looked at her for a moment, needing a few seconds to think over his answer. Then he said, "Oh...well...I just said the same thing over and over again...Telling her to calm down and all...then I just began to make 'hushing' sounds. You know, like when a mother is trying to sooth her baby..." Hermione arched an eyebrow at his explanation, easily detecting his unease and slow process of thought as he grabbed for an answer in his mind that wasn't an outright lie to her face. Although she knew this, she didn't feel like it was her place to push him further on the matter, so she sighed and let it go for now.