Harry Potter and the Ring of Doom
Disclaimer I do not own anything from the Harry Potter universe, JK Rowling has that honor. Nor do I own anything from Middle-earth----JRR Tolkein's province.
Summary Harry is having strange dreams (big surprise right?) but these dreams have nothing to do with Voldemort... or do they? Join Harry in his fifth year as he tries to get over the shock of Cedric's death, and come to terms with his heritage. Please, please please review this, as it's my first HP fic, and I'm a little insecure.
Chapter One: The Gift
All around him was darkness; or rather, the absence of light. For this was no mere darkness, in which one's eyes can adjust. There was no adjustment here. As he tried in vain to see the direction he should take, he clutched It tightly in his fist. It had become so heavy, and he was tired now. Maybe he would just sit here, and rest before going on. No!his mind screamed. He had to go on. It had to be destroyed, one way or the other. This fatigue was just a trick to make him let down his guard.
So resolved, he set off in the direction he was facing, knowing now that that was the way to go, as if when he had thrown off the exhaustion, the fog that covered his mind was gone as well, though the blackness remained. Then, from all around him, he could hear a harsh voice whispering, then growing louder.
Ash nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatuluk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
Harry Potter sat up in his bed, his heart pounding as though he had just finished running a long distance. He could still hear the echoes of that voice, and he fought the urge to cover his ears with his hands. Instead he concentrated on the fuzzy numbers of his bedside clock until the last echoes faded away. Once they had done so, he grabbed his glasses and slipped them on, pushing them up the bridge of his nose, and looked at the clock again. He groaned and lay back in the bed, closing his eyes. It was only one-thirty, and he had fallen asleep around midnight.
Realizing he would get no sleep tonight, he decided to write Sirius and tell him about these strange dreams he had been having every night for the past week. At first he had thought nothing of them, and it had been a relief not to dream about Voldemort's high pitched laughter, and Cedric's unseeing eyes. Besides, all he could remember of them were the voice, the darkness, and the words. The words he remembered with particular clarity, and it was because of them that he was now in this state. They were ominous sounding even without the voice; he had tried saying them out-loud once. However, since his scar did not hurt, he thought nothing of them until tonight. He was sick and tired of not getting any sleep, and he was worried that the Voldemort dreams were gone. He had welcomed them as his punishment for letting Cedric die. He knew it wasn't his fault, that he could not have known, but still.... If he hadn't been so noble, Cedric would now be alive.
Harry got out of bed and walked over to his desk. He turned the lamp on and pulled out a piece of parchment up along with his quill and began to write:
Dear Sirius,
How are you and Professor Lupin? I hope you are both well. I'm fine, well actually that is what I'm writing to you about. I have been having these strange dreams. Everything's dark, and I hear this voice. It's not scary really, just disturbing. It keeps saying the same thing over and over again, starting in a whisper and then growing louder. It's something like Ash nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatuluk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul Maybe you or Professor Lupin knows what they mean. I would ask Hermione, but I don't want to worry her.
Harry
When he had finished, Harry rolled the piece of parchment up and walked over to Hedwig's cage. "Sorry to bother you," Harry said, "but would you mind taking this to Sirius?"
The snowy owl hooted softly and held out her leg, giving him an indignant look, as if to say, 'well of course. That is my job after all'
Harry smiled and tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and watched as she flew out the window. Then gaped in surprise when another owl promptly flew in. It was a large tawny owl and was carrying a large package which it promptly dropped on Harry's bed before flying back out the window.
Harry looked at the package in bewilderment. His birthday had been two weeks ago, and the package didn't have Hogwarts colors, so he knew it wasn't his school things. He walked over to it and gingerly picked it up. On the top, in neatly flowing script, was his name and where he lived. Other than that, it was just a plain package. He began to carefully unwrap it, fearful that it could be some kind of trap. He probably should have sent it straight to Dumbledore, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
When he had all the paper off of it, he found he was holding an ornately carved box. It was long enough to have held a sword, and wide enough to put other things in it. The carvings were of strange runes that looked familiar to him, and yet he was certain he had never seen them before. Running his fingers along the edges, he finally summed up the courage to open the box. A piece of parchment was laying inside. Harry read it.
This is for you, Halfling's heir. It was his, and now tis yours. It will help you to sleep, when your dreams and memories become too much.
Harry frowned and wondered what 'it' was, and who 'Halfling' was. Then he gasped when he looked back inside the box. Where the parchment had been covering it up, a white gem on an intricately woven gold chain lay. Harry lifted it out of the box and then put it on. It seemed to weigh nothing, but he was still aware of its presence. A kind of peace settled over him as he put the box under the loose floorboard. He took his glasses off and lay back on the bed. He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
When he woke the next morning, it was to find Hedwig sitting on his bed holding a letter in her beak. Thanking her profusely, Harry took the letter eagerly and opened it. It was very short and to the point.
Harry,
Tell Dumbledore
Snuffles
Harry frowned. He hadn't thought that it was that important, and the only reason he had written Sirius was to have someone to tell. Still, if his godfather thought that he should tell Dumbledor then he would. He pulled out some more parchment and penned a quick note then sent it off with Hedwig, and just like last night, he had to jump aside. Only this time, there were two owls. One bore a package and letter with the Hogwarts seal on it, and the other was Ron's small idiotic owl, Pig.
The school owl had already dropped its burden and was out the window before Harry could catch the tiny flying feather duster and calm him down. Untying the note, he placed Pig in Hedwig's empty cage. He opened it and read.
Harry
Guess what? Professor Dumbledor said you could come and stay with us for the last two weeks. We'll meet at Diagon Alley on the fourteenth and you'll come back with us. Oh yeah, Hermione will be there too.
Ron
Harry frowned and wondered how he was going to get to London. The fourteenth was today! His question was answered a moment later when Aunt Petunia's terrified scream echoed up the stairs. He opened the door and quickly ran downstairs, then hid behind the door. To his utter horror, Snape was standing in the living room, giving Petunia and Vernon disgusted glances.
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