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A power is released
Harry Potter and Bellatrix Lestrange get trasported to Middle Earth, Can they survive the evil Power that awaits them there?Pairing unknown, currently taking suggestions
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Dodge, roll, dive duck. These were the movements one Harry Potter was performing as he tried to dodge the consistent barrage of deadly spell fire which rained down upon him.
It was three days into the summer after fifth year and to say that Harry was unlucky would be an understatement, he could never just have peace, and always had to fight for his life, today was no exception.
He had been reading his Defence against the Dark Arts textbooks when a massive explosion had rocked the very foundations of the suburban home in Surrey, looking out of the window he had seen a shocking site; deatheaters in the dozens, all wearing white masks and black cloaks were murdering the inhabitants of Privet Drive.
Not ten minutes after that and after successfully managing to stun a few of the deatheaters from behind, he was engaged in a duel with Bellatrix Lestrange, well, not really a duel, more rather a one sided dodging match to see how long he could dodge before he was obliterated by one of the bolts of green energy which were being launched at him with abandon.
Dodging to the side once more Harry avoided a jet of red light and sent back a disarming hex at Bellatrix, it missed due to him performing the curse mid-role, but had the effect of momentarily distracting her, before the barrage of death assaulted him once more.
Before they die some Soldiers think back to all the worst times of their life, and then to those which were happier, it was in this moment when Bella hit him with a paralysing curse that he saw his life flash before his eyes, he saw his less than pleasant childhood with the Dursley's, he saw the death of his Parents, Cedric Diggory and last but not least Sirius Black, thoughts turned sour as memory's of all these deaths bared down upon his soul, judging him, weighing him as if to see if he was worthy of some magnificent gift, and then the pain lifted and all he could see in his conscious mind was the smiling faces of Ron. Hermione, Dumbledore, Ginny, Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, the list was endless and the happiness which was obtained form the scene was enough to start to radiate out of his body.
Deatheaters stopped in their tracks, members of the Order who had heard of the attack and come to protect Harry turned as well, but for different reasons than the deatheaters. While the deatheaters began to feel signs of fear the members of the order felt a strange joy begin to overpower them, they felt unstoppable.
The most interesting reaction was Bellatrix Lestrange; she had dropped her wand and was now curled into a foetal position, whimpering as if she was suffering from the effects of the Cruciatus curse, she seemed to totally disregard the looks she was getting as she slowly raised her head to look Harry in the eyes. Harry stared back into her violet eyes disgust written as plain as day all over his face.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me, I can change, please give me a chance" Bellatrix begged.
The people in the nearby vicinity looked upon the scene in total shock, here was Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the most feared women in the world, the dark Lords second in command and generally known as a Lunatic psychopath, begging for her life and redemption for her sins on her knees in front of Harry Potter, the boy she had just beaten to the ground in a duel.
However all those around them also felt the change which had taken place within Harry Potter seconds before, and were both frightened and given strength by the Power now rolling off him in waves, unmatched by anything in the History of wizard kind.
There was one in the crowd however who could understand the abrupt change even slightly, his thought drifted to the power the dark Lord knows not and he assumed this must be it, what else could it be?.
And then he felt it, a change and the power surrounding Harry magnified to levels which were rivalled by non on this plane of existence. The people around Harry began to collapse under the pressure of so much Magical energy.
Albus Dumbledore watched as everyone but himself and Bellatrix, who seemed unaffected by the power, collapsed, he resisted with his magic, protecting himself with the full capacity of his amazing magical power, this however wouldn't last for long as his shield were worn down quickly until he, like those around him collapsed unconscious.
Harry however was either disregarding this or did not know of it, for he was still glaring at Bellatrix with unparallel hate.
"You ask for forgiveness, yet you deserve none, you ask for redemption, but you deserve none, you have the audacity to ask me to disregard the lives of all the helpless children you have killed" Harry thundered in a voice which did not in any way represent his own, it was amazing and powerful, like an ancient and wise King passing judgement on a sinner who had committed a terrible wrongdoing.
"You may have forgiveness Bellatrix" she looked up at him with tears in her eyes and a hopeful expression on her face "you may have forgiveness once you have redeemed yourselves in the eyes of the Valar, once you can look The Father in the eyes with honesty and regret, then you can have your forgiveness and peace Bellatrix, not before then, remember it is a long path; redemption, and many who seek it never succeed, may Manwe have mercy on your soul" and with that there appeared a blinding flash of lightning which struck the street exactly where the two figures were standing, there was a moment when two surprised faces were seen to those with keen eyesight, but then they were gone, leaving a three hundred metre deep crater in the ground and thirty remarkably unharmed bodies wearing deep red robes.
It was three days into the summer after fifth year and to say that Harry was unlucky would be an understatement, he could never just have peace, and always had to fight for his life, today was no exception.
He had been reading his Defence against the Dark Arts textbooks when a massive explosion had rocked the very foundations of the suburban home in Surrey, looking out of the window he had seen a shocking site; deatheaters in the dozens, all wearing white masks and black cloaks were murdering the inhabitants of Privet Drive.
Not ten minutes after that and after successfully managing to stun a few of the deatheaters from behind, he was engaged in a duel with Bellatrix Lestrange, well, not really a duel, more rather a one sided dodging match to see how long he could dodge before he was obliterated by one of the bolts of green energy which were being launched at him with abandon.
Dodging to the side once more Harry avoided a jet of red light and sent back a disarming hex at Bellatrix, it missed due to him performing the curse mid-role, but had the effect of momentarily distracting her, before the barrage of death assaulted him once more.
Before they die some Soldiers think back to all the worst times of their life, and then to those which were happier, it was in this moment when Bella hit him with a paralysing curse that he saw his life flash before his eyes, he saw his less than pleasant childhood with the Dursley's, he saw the death of his Parents, Cedric Diggory and last but not least Sirius Black, thoughts turned sour as memory's of all these deaths bared down upon his soul, judging him, weighing him as if to see if he was worthy of some magnificent gift, and then the pain lifted and all he could see in his conscious mind was the smiling faces of Ron. Hermione, Dumbledore, Ginny, Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, the list was endless and the happiness which was obtained form the scene was enough to start to radiate out of his body.
Deatheaters stopped in their tracks, members of the Order who had heard of the attack and come to protect Harry turned as well, but for different reasons than the deatheaters. While the deatheaters began to feel signs of fear the members of the order felt a strange joy begin to overpower them, they felt unstoppable.
The most interesting reaction was Bellatrix Lestrange; she had dropped her wand and was now curled into a foetal position, whimpering as if she was suffering from the effects of the Cruciatus curse, she seemed to totally disregard the looks she was getting as she slowly raised her head to look Harry in the eyes. Harry stared back into her violet eyes disgust written as plain as day all over his face.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me, I can change, please give me a chance" Bellatrix begged.
The people in the nearby vicinity looked upon the scene in total shock, here was Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the most feared women in the world, the dark Lords second in command and generally known as a Lunatic psychopath, begging for her life and redemption for her sins on her knees in front of Harry Potter, the boy she had just beaten to the ground in a duel.
However all those around them also felt the change which had taken place within Harry Potter seconds before, and were both frightened and given strength by the Power now rolling off him in waves, unmatched by anything in the History of wizard kind.
There was one in the crowd however who could understand the abrupt change even slightly, his thought drifted to the power the dark Lord knows not and he assumed this must be it, what else could it be?.
And then he felt it, a change and the power surrounding Harry magnified to levels which were rivalled by non on this plane of existence. The people around Harry began to collapse under the pressure of so much Magical energy.
Albus Dumbledore watched as everyone but himself and Bellatrix, who seemed unaffected by the power, collapsed, he resisted with his magic, protecting himself with the full capacity of his amazing magical power, this however wouldn't last for long as his shield were worn down quickly until he, like those around him collapsed unconscious.
Harry however was either disregarding this or did not know of it, for he was still glaring at Bellatrix with unparallel hate.
"You ask for forgiveness, yet you deserve none, you ask for redemption, but you deserve none, you have the audacity to ask me to disregard the lives of all the helpless children you have killed" Harry thundered in a voice which did not in any way represent his own, it was amazing and powerful, like an ancient and wise King passing judgement on a sinner who had committed a terrible wrongdoing.
"You may have forgiveness Bellatrix" she looked up at him with tears in her eyes and a hopeful expression on her face "you may have forgiveness once you have redeemed yourselves in the eyes of the Valar, once you can look The Father in the eyes with honesty and regret, then you can have your forgiveness and peace Bellatrix, not before then, remember it is a long path; redemption, and many who seek it never succeed, may Manwe have mercy on your soul" and with that there appeared a blinding flash of lightning which struck the street exactly where the two figures were standing, there was a moment when two surprised faces were seen to those with keen eyesight, but then they were gone, leaving a three hundred metre deep crater in the ground and thirty remarkably unharmed bodies wearing deep red robes.
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