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Title: Harry Potter and the Heir of Gondor (#396)
Author: Neth
Chapters: 1

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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Crossovers
Description: Aragorn Elessar and Arwen Undómiel's son Haruki is targeted endlessly by the remaining Uruk-hai and Orcs as the first born of the ruling house of Gondor, and is sent to another world for protection under Albus Dumbledore. The Boy finds out.
Published: 13 Nov 2003
Updated: 13 Nov 2003
Warnings:
Type: General
Characters: Arwen; Aragorn; Legolas; Gimli; Harry


Chapter 1 - Discovery of ancient blood

Harry Potter
and the
Heir of Gondor


 


Author: Neth


Rating: PG


Category: A/U, Crossover between LotR and HP


Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter.


Summery: Aragorn Elessar and Arwen Undómiel's
son Haruki is targeted endlessly by the remaining Uruk-hai and Orcs as the first
born of the ruling house of Gondor, and is sent to another world for protection
under Albus Dumbledore. Upon his fiftheenth birthday he begins to learn the
truth of who he is. Does include main characters from both fandoms.


Author's Note: Translations for the Elvish at the
bottom. I wont always write Elvish in actual Elvish, and in those cases it will
be inside ~  ~. Elvish will always
be in italic, be it actual Elvish or not. The Elvish that is written is a mix of
what I found at http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/com2elv.htm plus some stuff that I had to make up for my own piece
of mind, using words from that source. I’m sorry about any mistakes, but I
don’t know much Sindarin, and am trying to correct mistakes as I learn more.
It may be an idea to open another window of this and skip to the end where the
translations are. I've tried to make facts as acurate as possible, if there are
mistakes, I'm sorry! Let me know and I'll fix it.

Notes on Potter universe: This has nothing to do with The Order of the Pheonix (book)
so ignore that, there are no spoilers for it either. Only contains Books 1-4.


 


A tall man with tanned skin, shoulder
length dark brown hair and piercing grey eyes stood above him. He had seen all
weathers and much darkness, but he brought great light to that which he ruled
over or interacted with. Next to him was a beautiful woman with long dark hair,
pale skin, piercing blue eyes and delicately yet obviously pointed ears.


“Lle desiel Arwen?”


“Uma melamin. Amin sinuva ho il-simoe Aragorn.”


“Vee' amin sina.” The man, apparently named Aragorn
turned to him and continued on. “Namaarie Haruki Aragornion.”  



“ Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle,
lye utinu” The woman, Arwen, cried sadly, yet gently. The strangest thing of
it all was, he understood every word said.


***


 


Harry woke up with tears down his face. He had the
oddest feeling that this dream was not a dream, but real. This said, it had
nothing to do with Voldemort, and his scar wasn't hurting.


He looked at the clock beside his bed and saw that it
was past midnight, his fifteenth birthday. All of a sudden, a great sadness
filled his heart, a great loss. Not wanting to feel it anymore he returned to
sleep with one thing uttered before rest came upon him.


“A'mael ontarorim”


***


“Boy! Get up soon or you don't get any breakfast!”
cried a voice from down the stairs. Harry knew it to be his Uncle Vernon, but it
seemed strangely harsh and loud. Wondering why this was so, he reached for his
glasses, before realising he didn't need them. He could see everything in
perfect clarity without them. Infact, when thinking about it, last night when he
had wakened, he'd been able to see amazingly well, and hear even the faintest
sounds of night.


He got up and changed, his clothes not fitting him.
Though they were far too wide, they were starting to become too short, as it had
been so for several weeks. Infact, come to think of it, he had been changing
gradually for a few weeks. His hair grew longer, so that it was now well past
shoulder length, and was now becoming straighter and silkier, no longer messy as
it had been.


Shaking off those thoughts, he went to the bathroom to
brush his teeth and hair, and did so, but almost shouted in surprise when he
looked in the mirror. Not only had his hair fully straitened, his eyes were now
a brilliant blue-silver instead of an emerald green and his ears were pointed
like those of the woman in his dream. Come to think of it, he now looked like a
mix between the two figures. What was going on?


“BOY! Get down here now!”


“Coming Uncle Vernon!” the confused teen replied,
pulling his hair over his ears and swiftly moving downstairs making too much
noise to his liking. He didn't have a clue why.


“About time.” the woman, Aunt Petunia grumbled
bitterly shoving his plate of grapefruit towards him, and he acknowledged his
thanks, eating speedily yet delicately. He knew the others were looking at him
oddly, looking for yet more changes. They had been doing so for some time, since
his rapid height growth knowing it to have something to do with the magic they
so hated and feared. Harry had to agree that magic was the cause, but exactly
what was going on, he hadn't a clue. Last night Hedgwig had been sent to
Dumbledore with a letter explaining recent events, and he expected a reply at
some point soon.


Out of the blue a strong wind blew through the open
window chilling the room and ruffling everybody's hair. In Harry's case, it
didn't just ruffle it; the wind blew the hair covering his ears away. Petunia
opened her mouth to scream, only to have her husband's mouth clamped over it.


“What are those?!” he roared


“Ears, I think.” Harry replied, “Though, as for
their new found shape, I don't know. I was shocked when I found out this morning
also. I hope to find out soon however. I have sent word of my recent changes to
both my headmaster and godfather,” at this the boy looked sternly at the two
adults, daring them to challenge him. They didn't, for strangely they could see
a great power in him, one that wasn't just magical.     



***                                           



Sitting on his bed Harry tried to figure out what was
going on. Since he had come home from Hogwarts, things had started to change,
only slightly at first, but the changes soon sped up. He started to grow taller
until he rivalled Ron, his best friend, and then that slowed down, but he knew
he was still growing faster than normal. Towards the end of that, his hair had
started to grow rapidly till it reached the middle of his back then stopped, all
the time becoming straighter and silkier. Last night when he had woken up his
hearing and sight was better than ever before, and it was now even better. To
top it all of, his eyes had changed colour and his ears were pointed. He didn't
seem human anymore.


Before
he could continue in his thoughts Hedgwig flew through the open window bearing a
letter with his name on it in emerald, looking to all the world like a normal
letter from his school.


"Tum'sina
lle" Harry responded and the owl nodded gratefully, flying to her cage
not saying a word, not knowing how her master now knew to speak to her. The
ex-human in question opened the letter and recognised Dumbledor's handwriting
and reading the letter. It didn't say much, only that all would be told in due
course when he reached the house of the Weasley's and that he should not worry
as nothing was wrong, but to try and keep his ears as non-visible as possible.


Once
Harry read that, a band of deep blue, yet bright, cloth fell out of the
envelope, he knew what it was for instinctively and picked it up and tied it
around his head, covering the tips of his ears, and pulled his hair out of it
before tightening it again. Smiling, the teen realised that not only did it help
cover his ears; it also helped cover his scar. He could walk into the middle of
Hogsmead and nobody would guess who he was on light inspection. And, indeed, if
they hadn't seen any decent pictures of him lately, they likely wouldn't notice
until someone pointed him out. This was definitely one very good thing to come
out of this.


He
couldn’t wait to go over to Ron's house with him and the rest of the Weasleys,
it was his favourite place to be, truth be told, and he got along well with the
family. Hermione, his other best friend, was also coming. He didn't know if he'd
be recognised all that well anymore, and since he was being picked up in a few
hours Harry decided to make himself look as much like his old self as possible.
He took off the coloured cloth reluctantly and pulled his hair back, so that it
could cover the tips of his ears, and tied it with the same cloth, then went
over to his glasses. He loosened the fames slightly, slipping the actual lenses
out before tightening them again as best he could before putting them on. His
eyesight was just fine, so the lenses would have only hurt said organs, but the
glasses would undoubtedly help him to be recognisable. Sitting down on his bed,
the teenager began to think again on what was going on.


***


The
doorbell rang and Harry knew who was at the door instantly. Grabbing hold of his
trunk and Hedgwig's cage (that was now sealed with said owl inside) and rushed
downstairs, making no noise at all. Opening the door, he smiled at the sight of
the person before him. A person who seemed quite confused and was staring
intently at him.


“Harry?”


“It’s
me Ron. I’ve been changing all summer, as you can see. No idea why, but
Dumbledore told me that he’d explain it over your house.”


“So
that’s why he’s coming. You look so different.”


“Tell
me about it,” Harry laughed “I had the biggest shock this morning, I’ll
show you at your house. Needles to say, something is going on. It took me a
while to figure out how to look even this close to how I used to.”


“Well,
can’t wait to see mum’s face! Come on.” Ron cried enthusiasticyl, dragging
the other boy along with him laughing. “Take your glasses off, if you can”


The
two walked up to the car, and put Harry’s luggage in the trunk before getting
in the car, well aware of the large group of redheads looking at them. They
looked at each other grinning, and started laughing out loud, making the others
clueless.


“Mum,
Harry has… changed a bit over the summer”


“I
can see that Ron” Molly muttered, sounding faintly like Professor McGonagall


“Professor
Dumbledore said that he’d explain it at your house, Mrs. Weasley” Harry
informed, and the woman smiled at him.


“Thank
you Harry,” the woman replied, and everyone turned to sit in their seats
properly, Mr. Weasley now driving the car back to his house. This car, unlike
their last, didn’t fly.


“I
think she wants to adopt you” Ron whispered to his friend


“She’s welcome to, if she wants. I won’t stop
her!” he replied laughing, but just as quite, before falling asleep again,
lulled by light voices in his mind.


***


He was in a room that was grandly decorated, yet
obviously a nursery, looking at a group of people. Two of them were those that
had stood above him in the last dream, two others he didn’t recognise. One was
taller than both the man and woman, and very thin, yet held power. His eyes were
also a piercing blue, his head sprouting long, silky blond hair with various
plaids in it, two showing off his pointed ears. The other man was by far the
shortest, wearing clothes far different to the others, tuff and somehow angular,
sharp. He was wide around the waist, though this didn’t give the impression of
him being fat, quite the opposite some how, and had long, rough red hair and
beard. Harry couldn’t see the colour of his eyes.


“Arwen, Aragorn, I greatly dislike telling you this
but the news is bad. Myself and Gimli have done all we can to try and find a way
of preventing this from happening, but failed. The remaining Uruk-hai have
gathered all the Orcs together, and plan to kill Haruki. Presumably so that your
house and Gondor is deprived of an heir to the thrown. Amin
tum’nwala amin corm’nosrim.” The tall blond man said sadly, bowing to the two that he recognised.
This Haruki was heir to the thrown of Gondor, he was a prince? What were Orcs
and Uruk-hai? Harry had to help this Haruki, whoever he was.


“Thank you Legolas, I know that you and Gimli tried.
Is there any way to keep him safe?”


“We can’t find one,” the shorter one, Gimli,
responded gravely “but we’ve contacted Celeborn, and he is on his way to try
and help. Haruki is his great grandson after all.”


“Indeed, I only hope that we can find a way to keep
my son safe until the danger has passed, and as you have told me we cannot
escape this danger any time soon.” Aragorn stated


“The most important thing is to keep him safe Estel,
no matter our feelings on the matter.” Arwen told her husband, her eyes
showing great sadness and distress.


“I know. Valar amaa ho e’  ho men.”


***


“Harry!” someone was shouting. Ron. It was Ron
shouting his name, why? “Harry, are you alright?”


“Ron?” the teen responded questioningly “what’s
wrong?”


“You started crying in your sleep, murmuring
something in some language none of us could understand.” It was then that the
ex-human noticed the entire family around him, worried expressions worn on their
faces comfortably as though they had worn it many times before.


“What did it sound like?”


“Atara, atar, amin simonea” Percy supplied


“Mother, father, I am here. Why would I say that?”


“I don’t know dear. Maybe it was just a bad
dream.”


“It seemed so real though. These two people were
going to have to give up their son because he was in danger.”


“Well maybe you were the voice of their son in that
dream dear, I don’t know.  But we
are home now and Professor Dumbledore will be here soon, so we must get a move
on.” Molly instructed, and they all got out of the car and walked into the
house when said professor appeared in front of them.


“Hello there. Sorry for popping in like this, but it
is most urgent that I talk to Harry alone. You may tell the others what I tell
you, if you wish, but it is shocking”


“Of course sir, but can Ron come with me, please?”
Harry requested hopefully. He wanted to find out what was going on, but also
wanted a friend to be there with him. Hermione would be there with him also, if
she were here.


“Certainly”


***


The three sat down, Harry and Ron on the couch, and
Dumbledore on a chair, and nodded slightly at them. Knowing the meaning, Harry
untied the band around his hair and tucked the hair behind his ears. Ron gasped.


“Bloody hell!”


“Indeed Mr. Weasley. Infact, you could apply that to
all his changes as of late, but it may be best that you don’t. I gather that
you wish an explanation Harry?”


“Yes sir.”


“ Then I shall give it. As you have noticed, your
body is changing to look like that of a person not entirely human, and yet you
feel fully comfortable in it no doubt, yes?” Harry nodded, “I though so. Not
only that, but your eye sight and hearing have improved, along with the new
gained ability to walk without sound or disturbing the ground, exhalent memory
and visions.


It is perfectly natural for you. You see, you are not
who you think you are. You are not Harry Potter son of Lilly and James Potter
and human, you are Haruki son of Aragorn Elessar, and Arwen Undómiel,
Evenstar of her people. You are the Prince of the Reunited Kingdom of
Gondor and Arnor, heir of the house of Telcontar, and half Human, Half Elf and
thus generally considered Half-Elven.


The reason that you are in this Earth, and not
Middle-Earth, is that you were being hunted but enemies of your house and the
free world endlessly due to you being heir of that house.”


“The Uruk-hai and Orcs” Harry whispered emotionally


“Yes. They knew that to kill your father would be
impossible, he was the King and fondly liked all over Middle-Earth, a hero, and
well trained in both Archery and sword fighting. You however were more
vulnerable. Your parents decided that they had to send you away for your
protection somehow, but no place on their world would be safe except the Undying
lands, but once there you would not age a day and could never return. So they
called in you’re mothers Grandfather, Celeborn who was Lord of Lothlórien.
They decided to send you here, under my protection and in the care of another
family until you grew up. Similar, in a way Harry, to what happened to your
father. In any case, the Potters treated you as their own, and you were given a
potion that would change your form, hide your elven abilities and mask your
memories before the Potters until such time as you could handle the truth.”


“But
sir, this world isn’t any safer. You-know-who is after Harry anyway, and his
pare- adoptive parents were killed by him.” Ron remarked.


“But
it was not always so. You see, Middle-Earth, at that time, could connect only to
this world. We were fighting against Voldemort of course, but he was not
concerned with the Potters much at all. So they were the safest place to be.
Lilly and James loved and treated you as your own, knowing what they would one
day have to tell you. The only other people who knew who you really were was
myself, Remus, Serius and Peter. Voldemort lured the knowledge out of Peter, and
you know what happens next.


You
survived the killing curse, no doubt in part due to your heritage and the
blessings of the Valar that follow you because of it, even in this world.
Voldemort was defeated and Middle-Earth was still far too dangerous for you. So
you grew up with the remainder of Lily’s family, all believing you to be Harry
Potter, the boy who lived. You are now, apparently, ready for all of this and as
such the potion is wearing off.”


“Why
have I grown up with the name Harry, and not Haruki? And is the threat gone?”


“Your
name was temporarily changed because Harry is admittedly a lot more
inconspicuous than Haruki. The threat is now gone, but you are to still reside
in this world until you have completed your wizarding education. You may visit
of course. I have contacted your parents about what is now happening, and they
are extremely happy. They have sent through this letter for you. I can’t read
it myself, but I’m assured that you will be able to do so.” Dumbledore then
handed over a letter to Harry who took hold of it with his hands shaking, well
aware of Ron’s piercing gaze.


~Dearest
Son,


We
regret that we have missed almost all of your life, but know that we did it only
to protect you from the remnants of the Dark Lord Souron’s forces. We have
missed you greatly, as have your second-family.


The
day you were born was the happiest of our lives, not because an heir of our
house was born, not because we had proof of our love, for we need none, but
because we had a son, a child. Because we had you. All of Gondor and Arnor
celebrated at the news that their King and Queen had a child.


 Some things that your protector cannot tell you are that you
have inside you Elven blood, both, Noldor and Sindar as well as Human blood,
from both myself and your father. Your are a
descendant of the High King of Noldor and the first King of Númenor
through many generations. Your great grandmother, on your mother’s side, is
Galadriel. A woman who is the most powerful of Elves in the third age, though
she has moved west, and she was the leader of her people. 
From both sides you have great nobility, and we know that you have
claimed nobility for yourself with your deeds.


Remember
that your blood holds great power, both from yourself and your ancestors when
hard times come, and that you can do anything you put your mind to.


We
miss you greatly, and cannot wait to see you again, but that will not be for
some time unfortunately due to state matters. Our thoughts are ever with you and
may the Valar protect you.


 


All
our love


Aragorn
and Arwen~


 


Tears
ran down Haruki’s cheek. His parents were alive, and loved him, wanted him
dearly. They were proud of him! They had also explained things that Dumbledore
had not. A descendent of so much nobility and power. No wonder people were after
him, no wonder Voldemort wanted to kill him.


“So
Harry, what do you want me to call you now, and should I start bowing?” Ron
asked jokingly, not sure why his friend was crying and so tried to chear him up.


“Harry
is fine, lets just say it’s short for Haruki. As for bowing, only to anoy
Malfoy and his lot, yeah?” Harry responded grinning


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ELVISH TRANSTLATIONS

Or as goods as I could manage with Sindarin.


 


Lle desiel Arwen?
– Are you ready Arwen? 


Uma melamin. Amin sinuva ho il-simoe Aragorn.
– Yes my love. I shall know his absence Aragorn.


Vee' amin sina.
– Yes I know


Namaarie Haruki Aragornion
- Farewell Haruki, son of Aragorn


Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle, lye utinu
- May thy paths be green and the breeze on thy back, our son

A'mael ontarorim
- Beloved parents


Tum'sina lle
- Thank You


Amin tum’nwala amin corm’nosrim
- I am sorry my friends


Valar amaa ho e’ ho men
- Valar bless him in his path

Atara, atar, amin simonea
- Mother, Father, I am here
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