Scene One

Thrown into the veil

“Sirius!” Harry yelled fearfully as he saw the man he considered his own family plunged into the veil.
“Let me go!” Harry struggled against Remus’ strong grip, but Remus didn’t let him go.

“He’s gone, Harry! He’s gone! There’s nothing you can do.” Remus shouted desperately like he was
assuring himself, not the boy he held in his arms. He needed to get him somewhere safe, far from
this place. For his sake, and for Sirius. He stared at the veil sadly.

Unfortunately this made his grip loosen a little. Harry, seeing this, used his chance to untangle
himself from the werewolf’s grip. Surprised, Remus couldn’t move when he saw his deceased
friend’s son jump into the veil.

“Harry! NO!” he shouted and tried to catch his hand. It worked. But unluckily he got himself sucked
into the veil with the boy-who-lived.

This event was watched by the room’s occupants’ wide eyes. Dumbledore shouted something in a
worried and frightful tone, something the former professor of DADA has never seen or heard before.
He couldn’t hear what he said, but his widened and shocked eyes had said more things than words
alone. The last thing he remembered was blackness all over his body and mind.

Scene Two

Doran, son of Andrean

“SIRIUS!” Harry shouted loudly from his slumber. His eyes were wide and he was panting heavily.
He looked around him and saw his father’s friends laying unmoving. He quickly jumped from his
place to them.

“You okay, lad?” asked unfamiliar voice from behind his back. Harry spun his body feeling
surprised. His wand quickly found itself in his vice grip as he met with the voice’s owner.

“Whoa! Calm down, lad. I don’t mean to harm you.” The man who had the voice raised his arm in a
non-threatening way in an attempt to calm Harry down. He was in his forties or maybe fifties. He
had brown hair and blue eyes and he was also rather handsome. The man was tall and had strong
built that screamed warrior all over him. The scar from his left eyebrow to his left cheek just
matching his warrior built. He wore the strangest clothes Harry has ever seen, like a medieval
wardrobe. A sword hanging on his side, which made teenager more nervous than ever.

“Who. Are. You?” asked Harry cautiously. He tightened his grip as he slowly stepped back toward
his godfather and his former professor.

“Doran, son of Andrean.”

“Huh?” Harry was caught by surprise when he said his father’s name instead of his surname.

“What?” he asked curiously. This kid in front of him who caught his interest the first time he saw him
in the forest just acted like he ate sour fruit.

“I only asked your name, not your father’s too.”

This lad was definitely weird. He and the other two wore the strangest clothes he has ever seen.
The first time he and the other rangers found them on the old forest, they were clutching their wood
sticks like their lives were depended on it. (AN: the ones who clutched their wands were Sirius and
Harry, since Remus put his wand on its holster when he held Harry). “Uh… because it is
customary?” he supplied.

“You’re kidding.” Harry stared at him dumbfounded. He quickly accessed his surroundings. It was
like some sort of a tent or something. Over the place were laid swords and other weapons. This was
surely not one of the rooms in Department of Mystery.

“What’s kidding? I don’t know that word,” he inquired.

“Where the hell am I?” asked Harry at the same time.

Doran decided to answer the boy question first when he saw mistrust and fear on his eyes. He
wondered what exactly ‘hell’ was. “You’re in the camp of Dunedain race.”

“The race of what?”

“Dunedain. Haven’t you ever heard about our race?” he asked disbelievingly. The lad’s blank look
answered his question, though.

Harry shook his head negatively. He thought about his situation. He was in unfamiliar territory with a
stranger and he felt rather intimidated by his presence. The last thing he remembered was his
following Sirius to the veil and Remus’ catching his hand.

“Never heard of it before. How can I be here?” he asked again.

“Well, we-“

“Who?”

“Me and my friends.” he paused. “We found you three in the old forest when we investigated the
light which came from it,” he explained at the wary boy.

“Forest? Light? What do you mean!” How can they be in a forest? Surely…”Holy shit!” What if the
veil was a portal that threw them into unknown time and place? Sirius and Remus should know how
to take care of it… he hopes...

Doran stared as the boy acted like he realized something. He lowered the hand that held the stick
and ran to his friends nervously. Doran stayed silent. He watched as the boy awakened his
companions. One of them was awaken though he looked still confused. The other man on the other
hand didn’t even move, but he knew that he wasn’t dead since he has checked his pulse before.

“Sirius, wake up!” So the black haired man’s name was Sirius.

“Harry? What happened?” the grey haired man spoke from the first time. His voice was raspy and
hoarse.

“Remus, he isn’t moving.” said the Harry lad to the one who must have been Remus. He watched
as his confused glance vanished and was replace by concern, guilt, sadness and other emotions he
couldn’t decipher.

The Remus guy checked the Sirius guy’s pulse and seemed to be relieved when he felt his pulse.
He then drew something. It was revealed as… another stick? He watched them confused.

“He’s only stunned, kiddo. Enervate.” he could hear him whisper those unfamiliar words. To his
surprise a light came out from the tip of the stick and hit the other man, making his jaw drop. The
other man was starting to open his eyelids.

“By the Valar…” he breathed. “An Istari? But shouldn’t they be old men?” he asked himself loudly.
This caught the attention of the three strangers on his camp.

“Who is he, Harry? Where are we?” asked the Remus guy to the lad. The black haired man groaned
as he tried to fully open his eyes.

“He said that his name was Doran. And for where we are, he said we were in the Dunedain’s camp.

“What’s Dunedain?” he asked bluntly.

Now, Doran was ready to slap his forehead. Haven’t these guys really never heard of them?

“Dunno, apparently a race. Well, that won’t be a matter for now. We have a more urgent problem
with capital ‘P’ if what I thought is right,” Harry looked rather relieved, as he knew Sirius didn’t die,
but his eyes showing that he was worried about something.

“And that would be?” asked the now fully awaken Sirius inquiringly.

“We might have been thrown into different time, reality, or even planet,” his words stunned them.

“Pardon?” asked the bewildered Sirius, not really comprehending what his godson had said.

“The veil might be a portal which led us to another palace. The guy over there said that he found us
in the forest. And as far as I know, there is no forest near the ministry. This made me believe we
were thrown into different a place, maybe medieval time, if we looked at what he is wearing.”

“Tell me that you’re kidding.”

There. That ‘kidding’ word again. What does it meant anyway?

“Do you think I’m joking?” the boy appeared to be hurt by the disbelief on the question.

Oh, kidding was the same as joking.

“No. I’m sorry, Harry. But this is crazy!”

New word: Crazy.

“So, what should we do now?” Harry asked. Paused. They looked at Doran expectantly.

“Er…” Doran looked uneasy for being stared at.

“May I ask you something?” asked Remus politely.

“Er, sure. What do you want to ask?”

“Where are we currently in?”

The ranger in front of them stared at them oddly for a moment before answering. “We’re near the
old forest in Shire.”

The three people in front of them grimaced. “Told you! We’re in deep shit!”
“At least we’re still alive,” Remus rubbed his forehead trying to think a way to get back to Hogwarts.

“This doesn’t ease the fact that we’re lost,” added Sirius. He sighed tiredly.

“You’re lost?” inquired Doran. At the three’s nods, he approached them. Three pairs of guarded
eyes watched his move.

That’s interesting. Who’re these people that they have to be cautious with me? They didn’t look like
they came from Umbar, Easterling or Haradrim.

“Where do you want to go then?” he stopped right in front of the three.

“England. That is it if you’ve ever heard of that country of course,” Harry said doubtly.

“My apologies, I’ve never heard of it. Why did you frown when I said you’re in the Shire? You’re not
one of Sauron’s army, are you?” he asked suspiciously.

“Who?” chorused all the three.

‘Haven’t you ever heard of him before?” asked Doran puzzled. The three were definitely not orcs or
other dark creature, but there are rumours that some men allied themselves to Sauron, especially
the Easterling and the Haradrim race.

They shook their heads. “Should we have?”

“Well, you should have. There’s no one who don’t know—until now—about Sauron. Although he
was defeated by Isildur 3000 years ago, his armies are still active and ambushed some village near
Mordor where they built their base! Don’t say that you don’t know about this too.”

“Uh… sorry Mr. Doran, but we honestly don’t know about Sauron, Gondor, Isildur, or Mordor,” said
the spokesman of the group, Remus. “From what Harry said before and what you have just said, I
can conclude that we came from different place, maybe even time or world,” he continued carefully
wondering if it was alright to tell him the truth. But they were unfamiliar with this place and needed
someone else’s help.

“Excuse me? What did you mean by different time or world?” he asked incredulously.

“Should we tell him?” Remus asked the other two for permission. Harry and Sirius looked at each
other for a moment. A silent conversation took place between them.

They nodded. “I think he can be trusted. If not we can just obliviate him, and find the way to London
ourselves,” Sirius told him. This situation was not good.

Whatever ‘obliviate’ meant, Doran didn’t like the sound of it.

“Okay then,” He breathed deeply “We’re wizards.”

“Wizards?” his eyebrow raised. These guys really had many new phrases that he didn’t know.

“Someone who has magic,” Harry explained.

“Oh, you mean Istari.”

“Well, if that is another word of wizard, then yes.”

“But shouldn’t Istari be old men?”

“I can’t say that I’m THAT old. I’m only 15 almost 16, you know.”

“I can see that, lad. Which is why I doubt you,” He stared at the emerald eyes fixedly.

Harry rolled his eyes. He whirled his wand and pointed it to his sword. “Accio.”

Doran’s eyes widened when his sword flew to the hand of the black haired lad. “What the?” Harry
smirked naughtily.

“Now, do you believe me?” he twirled the sword.

“As far as I want to doubt you… I think you’re not lying. Could I have my sword back?” These
people were surprising him, which was something rare. Harry handed the sword back to its master.
“Now could you tell me what just happened?”

With that, Remus told him his story, they ought not to keep secret from him, but there were some
things that no one needed to know. Firstly he told him about the year and place they should be in.
The magical world and the muggles. The event of Grindewald, then Voldemort and Harry’s role in it
—which drew disbelief and many questions from Doran. Hogwarts and the event at the ministry.
They didn’t tell him about the order or Harry’s quests on his years at Hogwarts, or Sirius wrong
imprisonment, or Remus’ curse. That would be served when they trusted him enough or there was
no any other choice. After that they told him their conclusions.

“Wow. I wouldn’t believe the story if you don’t give me the proof of your magic. A full population of
ista—I mean, wizards and witches… So you want to go back to your place?” They nodded. “But you
don’t know how,” he half stated.

“Yes, we don’t even know if we’re in the same world as ours,” supplied Sirius who was rubbing his
temple with his fingertips.

Doran tapped his chin before went to the corner and taking something from the wooden trunk. It
was a large parchment made of leather, possibly deer’s. He then laid it carefully on the table in the
center of the camp.

“It is the map of Middle Earth, the world we’re currently in. We’re here,” he pointed at the map.
“We’re camping near the forest where we heard the rumors of an orcs group.”

“What are orcs?”

“They are dark creatures made by Sauron. We believed that he is still alive and still makes his
armies to attack us. His body might be destroyed at the time, but his soul wasn’t. From what you
told me about this Voldemort, Sauron sounds almost like him. For now his soul appeared to be a
very large eyes made of fire in the Mordor fortress—here” he pointed another place in the map.

“We camped here to defend this forest from the orcs onslaught and sometimes bandits. Not much
luck, we haven’t even seen one of them, but their traces were clear so we couldn’t doubt the fact
that there are orcs in this forest.”

“Hm… I don’t think that we’re in the same world as ours, Sirius, Remus.” Harry said sardonically
after he studied the map in front of him.

“Why?” asked Sirius. Doran and Remus also had inquisitive look on their faces.

“The map of this world is different than ours.”

Both of his dad’s friends rushed to the table to see the map. “You’re right, Harry,” he then looked
over Remus. “Any idea?” Remus shook his head.

“I’m not expert on this kind of things.”

“So are we,” Silence. “So, I guess we’re in really deep trouble now?” The three looked at each other
and sighed. Doran only watched them silently.

“By the way, where are your friends? I don’t see anyone beside you.” Harry adjusted his glasses
that were somehow still intact.

Doran smiled slightly at the boy. He could feel that the lad wasn’t ordinary boy. He was scrawny,
yes, and didn’t have the built of a warrior, but he could feel that he had a great destiny in his path.
“They’re out hunting. Some of us are here, but they’re practicing. Anyway, I haven’t known your
names.”

“I’m Harry, Harry Potter.” Harry offered his hand, which was accepted by Doran who pondered
about it for a moment, as it wasn’t his custom, before decided to take it. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, lad,” he replied back.

“He is my Godfather, Sirius Black.” Sirius shook his hand, a smile crept on his face. “And he is
Remus Lupin.” Lupin nodded politely which was returned back by Doran.

“It seemed that we have very different custom.”

“Indeed.” Remus stated. “Our last names are the surnames, you could say they are our family
name.

“I think it was my time to tell you the story of my world,” Doran then told them about Sauron’s
assault against human, dwarves, and elves which drew his guests’ full attention. He told them about
their race and their jobs as rangers. Lastly he told them the situation of Middle Earth right now.

“Wow!” Harry was amazed by this new world. “So there are really elves and dwarves? And elves
aren’t ugly and short? But beautiful, graceful and tall?”

Doran laughed loudly at that. “Elves, ugly? No, lad. Where did you get that impression anyway?’

“In my world there are house elves. They are nothing like what you’ve told me. Instead what you’ve
told me are based on the elves the muggles thought of,” Harry explained.

“Muggles… they are normal men, right?” Harry nodded. “Well, I can’t imagine meeting a house elf
or whatever its name myself.”

“They looked like a goblin,” supplied Remus.

“A goblin? As in Sauron’s army?” he asked anxiously.

“Maybe, we don’t know about this world, you know. The goblins in our world rebelled once, but I
don’t really know why, since my professor, which was a ghost made the story like a lullaby and the
rest of us slept at that time. Now, the goblins are running a bank named Gringotts. Bank is a place
to hold money transactions, such as saving, withdrawing, deposits, and many more. Just imagine
them as merchants” Sirius added quickly when he saw that Doran has never heard of bank before.

“Hmm, I can’t imagine goblin becoming a merchant, like that,” he chuckled. “At least we know that
our worlds have some similarities.”
“Yeah, we have trolls too. Big, strong… but stupid,” this got laughs from all. “We also have banshee,
veela, vampire, unicorn, griffin, dragon, basilisk, and much more creatures. But in our world,
muggles, except the selected ones, don’t know about their existences. They only think of them as a
myth or a legend. And most of us prefer it that way.”

“Hmm… yes, your world has intrigued me.” Then he became serious once more. “Do you have any
idea how to get back,” at this their faces sobered up. “I guest not.”

“Wait a second,” Harry looked up. “You said about Istari, didn’t you?” Remus and Sirius eyes filled
with hope. They looked expectantly at the ranger.

“Well, yes. But it wasn’t easy to meet them. I saw only one of them once, and that was 30 years
ago. His name is Gandalf the Grey, the second best Istari after Saruman the White. I also have
heard about Radagast the Brown. It is hard to meet them. If they aren’t the ones who want to meet
you themselves, we have little to none possibility to meet them.” His statement was met by
disappointed faces.

“What should we do then?” asked Harry cluelessly.

After uncomfortable silence, Doran decided to break in. “Well you get some options here.” They
glanced at him inquiringly.

“First, you can try to find the way home yourselves. Or second, you can try to find an Istari who
might know the way. Three, you can try to find the elder of the elves who is very wise and might
know about the way too. Or four, you can stay with us and wait for any Istari who we might come
across with. Since you are unfamiliar with this place, I suggest you take the fourth option. We are
rangers and have wide connections with anyone in this world for information. But this is your
decision I won’t force you. But I warn you that the land here is wild and you might come across with
orcs or other Sauron’s army. And that won’t be pleasant.” They gulped.

“Well, I myself think that the fourth option will be the best option, but won’t you mind accepting
strangers like us?’ asked Remus. Harry and Sirius still quiet.

“Of course not. We accepted anyone who needs our help. And considering your situation, you three
—,” his saying was abruptly stopped when he heard shouts outside the camps. Suddenly someone
came in, they could see he was panting heavily. “What happened, Weldren?” asked Doran
worriedly.

“The orcs!” he yelled. It looked like he didn’t pay any attention to the guests. “They attacked us!”

“WHAT!”

Scene Three

The Orcs’ Assault

Doran ran hurriedly from tent followed by Weldren and the trio from another world. They saw the
camp were assaulted by the orcs.

Harry watched as Doran raged at what had happened. “Stand back! Prepare to counter-attack!
Form line!” he shouted. The rangers followed his instructions and stood together in place. “Damn,
they attacked while we were not prepared and some of us went hunting,” he cursed.
“Harry! Watch out!” Remus warned. Sirius threw himself to Harry and made them roll on the ground.
The arrow that imbedded itself on the ground would have striked him if Sirius hadn’t hurled him.

“Watch out, pup. You don’t wanna die here!” Sirius got him up and prepared his wand. Harry
snapped out of his stupor and followed his action.

“You alright there, lad?” asked Doran concerned. Harry could only nod. “Good, you’d better prepare
yourselves because we can only protect ourselves,” he warned them.

A couple of orcs were coming to their way. “Prepare the arrows!” the archers got on their own
positions. “Fire!” they let loose the arrows from their bows. Some of the orcs went down, but the
uninjured ones kept coming.

“Harry! Remus! Prepare the shield charm!” Sirius commanded. The two complied with him. Their
hearts raced as they saw the ugly creatures swarming to the camp. Fighting Death Eaters and
Voldemort was one thing, but fighting a bunch of monsters who looked very much like walking
corpses or rather called as zombies was another thing. And to make it worse they didn’t just stay on
their place like zombies, instead they could run and carried frightening spears and axes.

“Prepare your swords!” shouted Doran when he saw the orcs marching too close to get good aims.
He drew his sword from its sheath before looking back to them. “I hope you know how to use a
sword.”

“Remus and I can, but not Harry. But wands will be more than enough at this time.”

“I hope you’re right.” He turned and observed the orcs intently. His eyes widened when he saw two
trolls were coming there too. “There are two trolls with them, shoot them! Aim on their eyes and
hearts!”

“Trolls?” Harry quickly scanned the area, searching for the new threat. And it was true. Right behind
the orcs, two trolls were waving their bludgeons madly, thrashing the camp on their way. One of the
arrows apparently stroke right into one of the bigger troll’s right eye. It let loose an unearthly howl of
pain. Unfortunately, it only made the troll angrier. It was battering everything on its path, including its
own comrades. And it was coming to them very fast.

“Stupefy!” a red light shoot out of Remus’ wand catching the attention of all. The spell was aimed
accurately, but it was only slowing the troll down.

“Once more, at three!” Harry took the command. “One. Two. Three. STUPEFY!” At the same time,
Sirius and Remus fired. The troll slammed down to the ground, staying there, unmoving. For some
time, both sides weren’t moving even an inch, too shocked to do so. But then, one of the orcs—
apparently their leader- shouted something they didn’t understand and pointed his iron spear to the
three.

“Uh-oh!” Sirius winced. It seemed they would be their first targets. “Incendio! Tallantalegra!
Stupefy!” he quickly flicked his wand followed by the young wizard and the moon creature.

“Expelliarmus! Confundo! Protego!” Harry yelled after an arrow almost hit him again if not for the
shield charm.

“Engorgio! Expelliarmus! Expelliarmus!” the sound of an orc being slammed into a big tree snapped
all the rangers except Doran who had already regained his wits much faster than others. (This part
is a bit confusing.)

“CHARGE!” all of the rangers on the camp unsheathed their swords, spears, or axes, pushing the
magic happening into the back of their mind to concentrate on the battle. Harry and co. also
plunged into the battle trying their best not to be killed by the swarm of orcs.

For an hour and a half, the longest hour Harry had ever felt (lived), he didn’t know just how much
curses he had sent to the Sauron’s servants. He, Remus and Sirius made a circle, back to back,
among them to heighten their chance to raise their life expectancy.

Unfortunately when he was careless an orc came by and slashed its lance and pierced the surface
of his right arm. Harry hissed in pain and tightened his grip on his wand. He ducked to avoid
another slice and rolled his body on the ground. Out of reflex he caught an unused bloody sword
from the ground and quickly stood again. With his left arm he plunged the sword to the orc’s back
right into its heart making it scream in pain before slumping to the ground beneath it. This was his
first kill, but he didn’t have the time to ponder it since he had to prevent himself being buried six feet
under the ground afterwards.

Harry was panting heavily by this time. Sweat and blood smeared his cloak. His goddamn glasses
blurred, making it hard for him to see clearly. Not to mention his arm was bleeding heavily which
made him dizzy the longer he stayed on the battle ground. He was exhausted, whether it was his
magical power or physical. His legs and hands trembled at being overexerted. He almost lost his
grip at his wand, but he managed to keep it with his strong will.

“HARRY!” yelled Sirius apprehensively. He caught his godson’s body when it almost fell to the
ground. He could clearly see the blood seeping from the cloak, not even the blackness of the cloak
could hide the fact that he was bleeding. “Hang on there, pup! Remus, come over quickly! Harry is
hurt. We’ve got to get out!”

“Sirius… watch out!” was Harry’s weak warning when he saw an orc charging them. Remus, seeing
this, quickly sent a burning spell to the orc much to his friend’s thanks.

Suddenly he was pushed by Harry who intercepted an arrow. “Arrghhh!” Harry felt his shoulder
burning as the arrow pierced his shoulder. His wand was laying on the ground when he smashed
the earth.

Sirius turned from his position to see the orc stood above Harry, preparing to kill the boy-who-lived-
who-might-soon-die with its huge axe. A sinister smirk was encrusted its face. Sirius could only let
out a silent scream as he watched the scene in a slow motion.

Harry’s pained face as he watched the ugly orc smirking evilly. The axe would have found Harry’s
(the boy’s) head if not for the spell from the ever (fast) thinker Remus Lupin, which casted off the
axes from its holder to Remus’ hand making the orc’s eyes widen. Harry saw his chance and lifted
his unscathed hand, which was the left and pointed it toward the orc, forgetting that he didn’t carry
his wand.

Harry cried out as he imagined himself getting out of the battle alive and going back to his world
with Sirius and Remus. “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” the silver mist which came out from his left
fingertips quickly formed the shape of a stag. Prongs stabbed the orc in front of him (with his
antlers) shortly after he entered the battle scene with his antler. He charged the orcs who came too
close to his master and killed them. Harry winced as he tried to ignore the throbbing of his shoulder
when he pulled the arrow out. If he was breathing heavily before this, now it was very hard to
breathe. His vision was completely blurred and he was panicked to say the obvious. Sirius and
Remus hastily came over to him. Remus shouted to his friend to guard them while he tried to at
least heal the wound. In his panic, Sirius let out his knowledge of Dark Arts he got from his family
who forced him to learn it when he was a child.

Remus wiped off his sweat nervously. Prongs vanished the moment Harry lost his consciousness.
He concentrated himself on the healing spell. He wasn’t a healer like Pomfrey, but he was sure as
hell that he wouldn’t let Prongs junior die as long as he was still alive. For the next half an hour,
Sirius battled with the horde of orcs. Sirius concentrated all of his magic to build a dome to shield
them from the onslaught. He dropped on the ground on his knee, too exhausted to stand.

Not long after he built the dome, the sound of horse’s trots echoing through the battle. The rangers
were delighted by the arrival of the reinforcements. The orcs were slowly diminishing as many of
them were slaughtered by the rangers. Some of them managed to escape to the forest but most of
them were killed. When there was no orc anymore on the field, cheers erupted from all humans.

But that didn’t mean that it became calm. Doran shouted to some of his friends to fetch healing
herbs and and help the the injured ones. Everyone was busy helping others. Sirius with his last
strength flicked his wand and the dome disappeared. After that he finally collapsed.

Doran approached his guests and saw that they were not well too. “What happened?”

“Sirius was exhausted and unconscious for now, but not in immediate danger.” Remus said without
glancing at him. “Harry’s right hand was bleeding heavily and his shoulder was pierced by an arrow.
He lost a lot of blood. I tried to heal him, but I am not a healer.”

“Wait a moment, he was pierced by THAT arrow?” The ranger asked disbelievingly as he picked the
arrow.

“Yes, why?”

“This kind of arrow is poisoned by the orcs. Some of my friends died not long after those pierced
them. He should have been dead by now!” he looked over the wound on his shoulder worriedly.
“When did he get it?”

“Half an hour ago, I think.”

“What! And he’s still alive?””

“Do you think he can survive this?” he interrupted.

Doran stared at Remus’ tired eyes before replying. “I’m not sure. The chance is slim. The poison is
too potent for a human to handle it.”

Scene Four

The Treatment

Seeing Remus’ apprehensive look, Doran tried to soothe the werewolf. “He might survive till now
because of your healing magic.” He called Weldren. “Weldren, come quick! Bring the herbs for
poison. The lad needs it!”

The said person nodded at him and ran to another camp to find the herbs. Not a minute later, he
brought a bag with him. He handed it to Doran who quickly searched the right herb. When he found
it, he squeezed it till some liquids appeared from the squeezed leaf. He smeared the liquid to where
the poisonous arrow strike the young wizard’s shoulder.

Harry hissed in pain in his slumber. He steered from his sleep. “Sirius?” his voice was hoarse.

“He’s okay, Harry. Just too exhausted and he is sleeping right now.” Said Remus.

“Can you see and hear me, lad?” asked Doran who bandaged his shoulder with a white cloth which
soon turned red from the blood carefully.

“All are blurred, but I can hear your voice pretty clear.” Doran asked Weldren to get water.

“You must have pretty good fortune upon you, lad. There weren’t many people could survive this.
This poison was even more potent than Nazgul’s poison blade. Although that poison could only be
healed by magic, so that would be more fatal when we didn’t have any Ishtari or powerful elf with
us. Of course the fact that this guy here used his healing magic helped you.” Rambled Doran to
make Harry didn’t lose his consciousness. “Don’t sleep, lad. You won’t know if that will be your
eternal sleep. Speak with me so you won’t doze”

Harry nodded painfully. “I have ever had worse than this.” He winced when Doran and Weldren
lifted him to the stretcher and brought him to the nearest camp to get treatment. He let Remus to
treat Sirius.

“Really?”

“Yeah, in my second year at Hogwarts. I was 12 at the time. A basilisk, the big one, implanted its
smaller fang, 1 feet in length, to my arm.”

“Tell me you’re lying.”

“I’m not. The fang was poisonous. In my place basilisk was one of the most poisonous creature. If
not for Fawkes healed my arm soon after that happened, I believe that I would die that time.”

“Who is Fawkes?” Weldren cleaned his bleeding arm with wet cloth which made Harry gritted his
teeth.

“A phoenix, a fire eternal bird. It was one of magical creatures that have healing magic on its tear.
Fawkes is my headmaster’s acquaintance. He helped me killed that giant snake.”

“Your world is interesting, lad.” This get a chuckle which soon become a cough from Harry.

“So is yours,” he replied. Weldren could only stare at the two puzzled wondering who the lad was
and what were they talking about.

“So basilisk is a giant snake.”

“Yeah, it was magical creat—augh! That hurts!” he hissed as Doran poured the liquid equaled to
half of a bottle’s contents to his wound. It smelled like alcohol.

“This is war. Everything is hurt. Continue your story,” Weldren accepted the bottle he handed to him
and stored it on a trunk carefully.

“It was poisonous, and you will die just by its glance.”

“Are you sure? I have never heard of that kind of creature here.” Harry could hear the barely
concealed worried tone in his voice.

“That’s because there’s no basilisk here. For that I thank God.” Doran agreed. His world was
already full enough of dangerous creatures roaming around, he honestly thought that having that
kind of creature here would be disastrous. Harry paused to regain his breath. Remus entered the
camp with the now awakened Sirius leaning to his shoulder tiredly. “It was very huge, even from its
colonies. Let’s just say that he could easily swallow my body…” Doran continued to treat his wound.
He asked the other ranger to help the others. “It had to be hundreds years old. It almost swallow me
infact… That was when its fang struck my arm. I imbedded the sword I brought to the roof of its
mouth. The sword reached its brain and killed it. The fang, unfortunately still implanted in my arm.
Then Fawkes healed me with his tears.” Harry struggled from the slumber that almost claimed him.

“You must be the luckiest kid I have ever met,” he exclaimed as he wiped off his sweats from his
forehead after he finished the treatment. Harry would live; he has passed his critical moment. The
herb he smeared over his shoulder was starting to neutralize the poison.

“Indeed I am,” Doran heard the sarcastic reply and couldn’t help but thinking about what were
happened to this innocent lad. Harry’s breath became calmer and he couldn’t ignore the sleep
calling.

“Rest! You need it.” He stroked his messy ebony hair.

He turned around and saw the two in the bed completely worn out. He neared them. They snapped
their heads when they felt him.

“How—“

“He will live.” This relieved the remaining marauders. “He has passed the critical moment, but you
have to take care of him. If there’s a sign he has fever, tell me!”

“Thank you, thank you.”

“No need,” he waved his hand. “You three helped us a lot. If there weren’t you, we might lose more
people than already.” He sighed. Remus could see his own arm bleeding too.

‘Your arm…”

“”This?” he showed his left arm. “Don’t worry, it’s only small wound. Nothing I can’t take care of.” He
paused. “Well I have to go to help the others. Just stay here to rest. You two are pretty worn out
from what I see,” he chuckled as he saw their tattered robes.

When he was outside, Sirius came closer to his godson. “It’s my fault, if I was careful—“

“Sirius, don’t blame yourself. Harry won’t like you feel guilty. He loves you.” Remus stressed the
word.

“I know, but if I saw that arrow—“ Remus stifled his mouth.

“Ssstttt! You will wake him up if you shout!” Sirius composed himself. “Good. There’s nothing you
can do to change what already happened. The most important thing is that he’s still alive, and won’t
want to see you weep and blame yourself. Rest and later you can greet him with your infamous
smile.” He joked. It seemed to work since the fire on his eyes softened.

“Allright then.” He went to the outside after he squeezed Harry’s left hand gently. Remus followed
him as he glanced proudly at James’ and Lily’s son who was sleeping peacefully.

Scene Five

The Meeting and Argument

At midnight after the attack in the afternoon, Doran gathered all rangers who are not too injured to
join him in a meeting he held outside the camp. Harry was still not conscious which worried his
godfather and Remus, but Doran assured them that he was okay. That he was too tired and might
even sleep for days. Sirius and Remus accepted the reason hesitantly. Doran asked them to join
the meeting about the orcs and of course about their strange arrivals. Remus agreed, but Sirius
said that he wanted to stay beside his godson, so Doran didn’t force him.

Doran brought them breakfast which enclosed soup, and meat. They ate the food hungrily. Having
fighting and haven’t eaten since yesterday was draining their energy. He asked Remus to go
outside when he was finished with his food. He changed Harry’s bandage for a new one and
smeared the same herb’s liquid like yesterday before went out of the camp silently.

When Remus went to the meeting he already saw some people circled the firewood sitting. The
only one who stood up was Doran. His arrival drew the attention of the rangers. They couldn’t see
his face clearly since it was dark and the only thing that illuminated them was the fire from the
burned wood. Some of them watched him suspiciously while the ones who didn’t go hunting
yesterday glanced curiously.

“Ah, Mr. Lupin, come here,” Doran called Remus. The suspicious look turned quickly into something
akin to curiosity as their leader called the stranger warmly. He was one of the strangers they
brought out of the forest. The ones who didn’t suspicious of him at all were the ones who saw
Remus, co fighting the orcs yesterday with strange power.

Remus himself felt uneasy for being stared at. He was feeling that they were judging him.

“I know that all of you are curious with him and his companions, but for now let’s us concentrate
with the orcs first. After that I will tell you what exactly happened. I can only assure you that he and
his friends won’t try to harm any of us.” He checked his surrounding to make sure everybody paid
attention to him. He smiled slightly when they did.

“Let me hear the reports about the damage this morning.”

One of the rangers, a black haired man with a patch on his left eyes stood up. “The casualty from
the assault yesterday: 14 of us, including Herath, Yesala, Korath, Merdon and Sargon, dead. They
will be burned soon.” His face was sour, indicating that he was mourning his comrades’ death.

Doran nodded. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes betrayed him. “Thank you, Delan.
We’ll do that. The others?’

Heran, son of Brein, brother of Herath, stood up. Remus could see the young man in his teen, older
than Harry, with brown hair and green eyes. His eyes were red indicating he was crying last night.
He was the healer of the group. In the meeting, he tried to make his voice as normal as possible.
“13 were seriously injured, especially Rane and Gallan. But I expected them to stay alive and nurse
back to heal from their injury.” He went back to his rangers who were sad at the first news were
relieved this time. They couldn’t help but felt sorry for Heran, whose brother dead in the battle
against Sauron’s cronies.

“Is there any other report?”

“We’ve killed the injured orcs and dumped them and the 2 trolls in a hole and burned them before
their corpses tarnished the soil. And the shocking thing was that one of the troll was still alive, it
howled in pain when we burned it, but surprisingly didn’t do anything.” At this Remus was shocked.
Doran looked at him for an explanation.

“We didn’t kill it. We merely stunned the troll.” Doran nodded. The others were looking at the
direction of his guest oddly.

He sighed. “We’ve to prepare ourselves to hunt the remaining orcs before they gathered and attack
us again.” All of the rangers agreed with his plan. “Heran, I want you to stay in the camp along with
some others to treat the injured ones. Some others will prepare traps to kill the orcs if they come
here when we’re out hunting them.” He looked expectantly at Weldren. “You know what your job is.”
Weldren nodded lightly.

“We will soon attack them, so we better prepare ourselves.” A tall black haired man came closer to
Doran, and together they held the map of the old forest. “I have just discussed it with Esallar and we
thought that some of the orcs hide themselves here,” he pointed at the south side of the forest in the
map. “They would try to cross Withywindle and Baranduin River and out of our reach and then go to
the Overbourn swamp in the south.” All were looking intently at the map.

After that the discussion turned into the preparation for the hunting. When it was finished, Doran
carefully said, “Now that we’ve finished talking about that, I want to introduce you to Mr. Lupin.” A
hushed silence fell to the group. “Apparently they’re lost. Mr. Lupin, Mr. Black and young Mr. Potter
were coming from different world.” At this everyone asked their questions. “SILENCE! When I finish
talking you can ask.” Doran then stared at Remus asking for permission. Remus nodded. After that
Doran told them about them being wizards or rather Istari here, though he commented that their
magic was rather different from his experience when he met an Istari 30 years ago. He told them
about the magical world there and Voldemort, intentionally kept secret about Harry’s role. He then
informed them the battle in one of the room of Department of Mystery (telling them about the
ministry in the way), about the veil and how they were landed here.

Delan raised his hand. “So you fought the orcs with your magic?”

“Yes, we are.”

“What about the silver stag that came out from that kid’s short staff?” asked another.

“That’s not a staff. In our place staff was wield by mage, a very powerful wizard, and it has been
centuries since the last mage was born. I believe that Voldemort (at this Remus was glad to see
that no one shuddered at the name. Of course the fact that they never met them didn’t help at all)
and Dumbledore were sorcerers, the lesser mage but much more powerful than the average wizard.
We called it wand. It was made to channel our magic. The stag you saw was Harry’s patronus. It
was considered as advanced spell and very few managed to do it. Every person’s patronus is
different with others’ because it reflected their guardians or something like that,” he explained.

“Don’t you think that Voldemort was almost the same with Sauron?” asked Faran, the female healer
of the rangers calmly. She was one of the most composed members of the group. The fact that she
was a woman didn’t hinder her.

Remus gazed at her quietly before replied, “Although they are from different world and didn’t have
any relation or connection, I’m afraid, yes, they are.” Remus grasped his hand tightly.

Silence fell to the group.

“Right then! If there are more questions you can ask them themselves later when we’ve hunted the
orcs. For now the meeting is done.” With that all split up. Some glanced at the werewolf interested.

It was almost dawn when Doran and Remus went back to the camp where Harry and Sirius were.
Remus explained him about the meeting. Remus then asked Doran whether he could go with him to
the hunting. He wanted to help them find the orcs with the searching spell, which delighted their
host. Sirius decided not to go with him and instead helped to build the traps around their camps to
prevent any orcs came in while they were away and so he could with his Godson. Years of being a
prankster in his youth days really helped.

“So when will you hunt the orcs?” asked Sirius without turning to Doran as he was watching the
peaceful face of the Hogwart’s 5th year student.
“Tomorrow or maybe the next day depending when we’re ready,” replied Doran. “What is your
relationship with him?”

“He’s my godson. His father is my best friend. So does Moony”

“Who?”

“Oh, Moony is me. That’s my nickname,” answered Remus lightly.

“Oh. Well I have to go to help preparing the hunt,” with that he exited the small tent.

The next day in afternoon

Sirius stretched his muscles when he watched his infamous trap. He helped the rangers construct
the traps expertly. The first time he joined them, they were looking at him cautiously, but now they
softened and even some of them talked with him a bit. Many of their questions were about his world
which they listened excitedly. Because of the friendly atmosphere he felt during his stay there, he
was a little happy although his mind was still filled with the thought of his dear godson who was in
coma.

Heran, one of the healer, was asked by Doran to care for Harry. He was worried of the teenage
whose brother just recently dead, so he tried to occupy his mind with the healings of others. In the
tent he met with Remus who after some askings, telling him about his world and about his plan to
go with them in the hound.

Heran smiled sadly, “You’re lucky. I wasn’t allowed to go with them. You have magic. And unlike my
brother, I’m not a warrior. I’m only a healer,” He gazed at the ceiling remembering his deceased
brother.

“A healer that can help people with his ability.” Remus informed. “Let me tell you a story of my life.
Sirius, me, James, and Peter,” he said the last name bitterly which drew a raising eyebrow from his
listener, but kept quiet. “Were friends in our year at Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry.
14 years ago, James and Lily, his wife, were killed by Voldemort because they openly opposed him.
Sirius and I couldn’t do anything right then. We blamed ourselves for that. But we knew we
shouldn’t just mourn over their death. The least we could do was to help their son, Harry,” Remus
gazed softly at the sleeping person.

Then he stared at him in the eye. “Your brother wouldn’t want you to blame yourself. He wants you
to go on with your life and carry his ideal to help others. You might not a warrior, but you’re a healer.
You can help people with your own way. Think about it! You’re still young and still have future,” he
advised wisely.

Heran kept quiet. He pondered his advice. For unknown reason, he felt something heavy was lifted
from his shoulder. He looked at Remus and Harry and Remus again than nodded slowly. Remus
smiled. “You’re right. My brother wouldn’t want me like this. But I may not get over my mourning for
some time.”

“Everyone needs time to get over something like this.” Heran bowed respectfully and leaved the tent
after finished talking and treating Harry. He met Sirius outside and smiled which was returned by
Sirius.

Sirius entered the tent. “Who is he?”

“Who?”
“The lad who just leaved from here,” the dog animagus notified.

“Oh, him! He is Heran, a healer of this group.”

“Really? Don’t you think he’s too young to be a healer?” asked Sirius as he walked toward his
friend.

“Harry’s is younger than him,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, and that’s why I don’t like this, Moony. We jumped to another world which might even more
dangerous than our own world. I don’t want Harry to fight!”

Remus stopped whatever he was doing to sit down on and stared at his long time friend forlornly. “I
know, Sirius. James and Lily wouldn’t want it too. But he and we don’t have any choice. We don’t
know the way to come back and Sauron started to build his armies of dark creatures. The only way
we can survive from this and later come home, was fighting.” He paused. “Even in our world, Harry
would have to fight. Voldemort hated him. And he will always try to kill him. Harry would have better
chance at fighting dark lord after he learned everything here. You and I can teach him magic, while
Doran and others can teach him sword and other things.” Remus tried to see the bright side of what
happened to them.

“Better chance, ha? Maybe you’re right. There’s no restriction of underage magic for Harry here. I
can even teach him Dark Arts—don’t look surprised, Moony. You know that as one of the most
influential pureblood family in the magical world, I was taught dark arts. Maybe James wasn’t taught
of it, but I was. You know the story about my family.”

“But—“ Padfoot waved his wand to stop Remus interrupt him.

“No, Remus.” He said seriously. “As much as I don’t want to do it too, Harry need to know about
dark arts. The more he knows about it the higher chance he can survive from Voldemort. He has to
know his enemy better in order to defeat him,” Sirius said that in a tone that it was final and no one
not even him could change his mind.

Remus sighed dejectedly. “I’m not afraid that Harry would be like Voldemort, because I know he
won’t. But the wizarding people will not react well to know that their saviour use dark arts. They will
shun him, Sirius! Even if he killed Voldemort! In the end they will be afraid of him and people like
Fudge will try to slander him!” His voice was raising a notch as he tried to make Sirius saw the
event from his point of view so he would consider his decision.

“Bah! Those fools don’t know anything! The magical society is full of morons who always accept any
gossip without checking it first. My wrong imprisonment was the proof of their idiocy.” He drew a
deep breath and spoke quietly as an attempt to calm himself. “Harry is NOT their saviour! They only
thought of him like that when they needed him, but when they’re not, they can easily throw him up!
You know how the Daily Prophet portrayed him this year and how many people believed it.”

And now his voice was starting to crack. “Everyone makes mistakes. But when he was the one who
makes mistake they ridiculed and scorned him, and sometime will think of him as evil. Even for
something he didn’t have the power over, like the parseltongue ability for example! What they
wanted is a perfect man to save their fucking asses!” he hissed angrily. Remus saw the suffered
man in front of him, the man who was wretched from everything he has the right for, such as his
freedom and the right to take care his godson when he was sentenced to Azkaban 14 years ago.

“Harry isn’t perfect, heck he even had many weaknesses! But for that he is Harry that I know of, the
Harry I love and will always care for. He’s my godson and I will always protect him, from Voldemort
and from the like of them. Harry will kill him not because they wanted him to, but because he took
everything from Harry: his parents and his life. He had been always fighting him to survive since
Merlin knows how long. And I will help him to achieve that.”

Silence

“If they slander him, we’ll leave the wizarding world forever. Harry and I have more than enough
fortune to make our life comfortable and even support many generations after us. He doesn’t need
those fools watching him like a hawk watches its prey. His life is his own.” He watched Harry softly
and then turned back to Remus. “You can come with us, Remus,” he said softly, not indicating even
the slightest that he was angry before this.

“I can’t change your mind, can’t I?” the sharp glimpse in Sirius’ eyes told him the answer. “Alright,
Padfoot I give up!” He saw as Sirius wanted to jump of joy. “But Harry has to agree first about your
plan. And I don’t want you to force him learning dark arts when he doesn’t want to. Do you accept
the term?”

“I will, Moony. I will,” he was back calling him his nickname again. “I only want him to be happy.”

“So do I, Padfoot. Although he isn’t my godson, I love him too. Don’t forget about that!” The
Azkaban’s escapee smiled.

“Do you think James and Lily will be mad if I teach him dark arts?”

“No, because it is for Harry’s own sake.” He gazed at the ceiling.

“Harry looked like so much like James, doesn’t he?” Sirius pictured the time he was in Hogwarts
with James.

“Yes, he does. I bet he would be a lady man just like James when he grew up,” he joked.

“Yeah, but before that we have to build his body first! He can’t be a lady man with his current
scrawny body,” added Sirius. Both of them were laughing heartily.

“I just hope he can follow the lesson.”

“Nah, you don’t have to worry about that Sirius. He’s James’ and Lily’s son, Hogwarts’ protégées. If
he could do patronus charm that not everyone can mastered, he can practically do anything.”

“But I heard he didn’t really do well in his study…”

“Ah, that’s the uniqueness of him. Apparently if he didn’t put his heart on the study, he would have
difficulties. He would have to cast the spell repeatedly before he can cast it correctly. Sometimes I
noticed that he doesn’t put any effort to master the charms, I don’t think that even he himself
realized that.”

“Realize what?” asked him confused.

“Well, Harry was famous, but he didn’t like it. What do you think happened if Harry easily mastered
the charms?”

“Uh… get more famous?”

“Precisely! Deep in his heart he didn’t want to be more famous than already. So he was repressing
his magic although he didn’t realize that he did it,”

“Oh. But he mastered patronus.”

“Padfoot think with that thick head of yours!”

“Hey!” he retorted, but was ignored.

“He mastered it because he wanted to! It was survival mater, you know. With all the dementors in
his third year.”

“Sheesh! Okay, okay! No need to shout! Anyway what will we teach him?”

And for the first time in his life after being thrown to Azkaban, Sirius felt that everything would
definitely be fine. Actually he started to think that maybe it wasn’t bad and even advantageous to be
in another world.

Scene Six

The Orcs Hunting

Sirius and Remus was still talking when the entrance to the door was opened by Doran. They
turned to him.

“Mr. Lupin, we have to go now!” he said shortly.

“But it’s almost evening.”

“Which is why we should do it quicker! The orcs will be faster and stronger at night. If we delay the
hunt till tomorrow, they can escape from us.”

“Allright. See you later than, Padfoot. Take care of him for me,” he checked his wand to make sure
it was still in its holster.

“You don’t have to say it.” Sirius slapped his shoulder lightly. “Be careful!”

Remus nodded and went with Doran who gave him a quick nod.

“If you’re hungry or if there’s something you need, just ask the others. They will gladly help you,”
said Doran.

“Thank you!” Sirius came out of the tent and saw the rangers went to the forest, some rode horses.
Remus joined the infantry while Doran with the cavalry. He chuckled softly when he remembered
that he needed Harry to learn how to ride too. Not him who taught it of course, maybe Doran or
other rangers. And of course he and Remus needed the lesson too.

The hunting crew

The forest was dark that the rangers needed to light the torch. Remus was walking with a guy with a
shoulder blond hair man. His name was Caracas, he was 24 years old but still curious as ever.

“Lumos,” a glow lit up from the werewolf’s wand and lit up the dark forest.

Caracas’ blue eyes watched closely the light fascinated and then at Remus. “I thought that Istari
spoke very long words to use their magic,” he stated as the group in front of them led their way as
they observed the orcs’ traces.

“I don’t know about Istari, so I can’t say, but in my place or rather in my world we don’t need long
speech just to use spell. If I’m not wrong, long speech was used in ancient magic, for ritual, and
advanced magic,” he explained.

“But that kid only spoke 2 words and you say that was advanced magic,” he pointed out.

“It was advanced magic, but… uhm… “ Remus tried to find the right words. “Let’s just say that long
speech was only needed for mage’s level spell which was very powerful. We used magic on daily
basis, so it will be hard to use magic when you have to make long speech every time we use it.”

“Really? I had met Gandalf before when I was a child. He said that he only use magic when
someone really needs it.”

“Then maybe our magic is different or maybe his magic is on mage’s level,” he concluded then
added after an afterthought. “I don’t know for sure while I myself haven’t seen the magic Ishtari
used.”

After that they were talking for a moment before concentrating to the searching task. “Look! The
traces were separated!” Dain, a big man with long black hair which was tied, touched the trace. “It’s
still warm. They’re maybe 2-3 hours ahead of us. What should we do, Esallar?”

The said person thought about it for a moment then spoke, “Doran with his cavalry are riding
through the west direction, so we’ll leave the west part for them. We’ll split up! Most of the traces
are pointed to the south and few to the east. So the south group should have more people. Dain,
you and your usual comrades go to the east while I and the others to the south.”

Dain nodded and he brought 7 persons with him. Remus, and Caracas joined Esallar’s group. They
walked in silence as their leader directed them right to the south. Then suddenly in some point they
loose the orcs’ tracks. Esallar and the other rangers tried to find the said trace to no avail. “How did
the traces just die out here?” a ranger voiced the others’ thought.

Remus suddenly felt endangered by many presences near them. “Point me the orcs!” His wand
directed him to the above. Remus glanced above him. “Shit! The orcs are in the trees!”

In the same time he shouted, all the rangers glanced surprised to the above. 19 ugly creatures let
out a battle cry and jumped down from the trees. They landed everywhere scattering all the rangers.
In their surprise, the rangers could still unsheathe their swords at the charging orcs. In front of
Remus and Caracas was a big orcs with its full armour and axe. Remus decided to act quickly.
From what he heard from Caracas, orcs hate the light. They’re almost like vampire in this thing.

“Shield your eyes!” Remus shouted. “LUMOS SOLARUM!” the glow suddenly brightened itself,
blinding all the orcs (and the rangers who was too late in shielding their eyes) made them immobile
and even cried in pain at the intensity (AN: the orcs launched their attack to the camp in the dawn,
when there was still no sunlight) of the light. “Quick! While they’re frozen!” this brought the others to
the world.

The orcs were killed easily by the rangers. When the slaughter was done, Esallar and others looked
at Remus in amazement and awe. “Thank you, Mr. Lupin.” He said.

“It’s nothing. Is there any other orc?”

“From their traces, no! I think they waited us here and plan to disarray our group. And they will
succeed if you aren’t with us.” They heard a distant sound of battle in the east. “It must be Dain’s
group! We have to help them!”

All were quickly running to the battle’s voice. When they arrived they saw some of their friends were
injured and was supported by the others, swords in their hands. No one died but many are injured, it
seemed that they got surprise attack too. “CHARGE!” Esallar yelled, Dain and the others appeared
to be happy as their aid came. The battle was finished under ten minutes. The 13 orcs was
slaughtered quickly.

When they’re done, they took care of the injury. No one got serious injury much to their relief. They
burned the orcs after that keeping the fire not to go wild and burned down the forest. The Old Forest
wouldn’t like it and would try to kill them for sure if that happened. Dain approached Esallar.

“Shouldn’t you chase the orcs in the south?” he inquired.

“We have killed them,” informed him.

“What? You have? But you seemed not out of breath and didn’t look that you have just fight!” he
exclaimed.

“That’s because Mr. Lupin,” he tilted his head to Remus who cast a simple healing spell to an
injured ranger named Hallad.

“What did he do?” he asked curiously.

Esallar replied, “The orcs were in the trees waiting for us and attacked. We were surprised and
were scattered from each other. He created a very bright light with his magic blinding the orcs—and
us actually. And you know that orcs can’t endure bright light, so we could kill them without any
difficulty.”

“You’re fortunate then?”

“We are.”

After casted the healing spells to the last person, Remus stood up and saw Dain and Esallar were
talking. The uninjured ones supported their friends to go back to the camp to be treated. And then
he heard the sound of horse’s strides.

“Everyone’s allright?” one of the riders who infact was Doran, asked. Remus could see his bloody
sword, probably the orcs’ blood from the west side.

“No one died, and no serious injury,” reported Dain. He nodded accepting the news gladly.

“Let’s go back to the camp, we’ll discuss it later.”

In the camp

When Remus arrived at the tent where Sirius and Harry were, he was faced with the ecstatic face of
his long time friend in front of the tent.

“Remus, Harry! Harry! He…he was…,” he couldn’t find the right words.

“He was awake?” his eyes lit up. But Sirius shook his head. “Then what?” he was puzzled with his
action.

“I just remember of it. When he casted the patronus charm in the battle yesterday, he didn’t use his
wand!” he shouted in glee.

“What?” asked the disbelief Remus. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure of it. He even casted it with his uninjured hand, which mean his left. And Harry’s wand
hand was his right hand!”

“So that’s why I found his wand was sprawled rather away from him when he was unconscious.
Does it mean that Harry’s powerful?”

“He maybe even more powerful than Dumbledore! He always use wandless magic whenever and
wherever he was to show off, I think—except in serious situation that is—, but it was only for smaller
scale than advanced charm like patronus like Harry did!”

“Sirius, calm down!” Remus almost smiled at his friend’s act.

“I can’t, Remmy, my friend. With this he will have more chance to survive and retaliate. Lily and
James would be very proud of him.”

“Yes, Padfoot. Now, do you want to hear my exploration in the forest?”

“Of course I do! So, what happened?” he looked like he was back in his young age.

Remus chuckled and with Sirius entered the tent.

Scene Seven

The Journey to Ulras City

It was the 5th day since their arrivals to Middle Earth. Remus and Sirius got riding lesson from
Doran himself. The first time they heard that they would be taught to ride the horse, they were
ecstatic, but their happiness didn’t last long. Dropped from the horse or being ignored by the horse
they supposed to ride did that to everyone.

Right now Sirius was in awkward position. He clutched the mane of a brown horse named Edella for
all his worth. Padfoot screamed for help from the laughing spectators except Remus who dreaded
it, not because he sympathized with his friend, but because it would be his turn next to ride another
horse. Doran tried to help him, all the way laughing—mind you, but Sirius’ position didn’t help his
rescue at all. The only thing that connected him and Edella was his clutching hands on her mane
and his right foot which somehow was trapped in the saddle while his body which was in the right
side of her body almost thrown as Edella dashed quicker.

Doran shouted something to her making her calm down and started to slow down. When she
stopped completely, Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. He then turned to his riding teacher glaring
menacingly.

“Care to help me down from the damn horse?” Unlucky for him, Edella didn’t appreciate what he
said. So she graciously lifted her front legs, brought it back to the earth with a power that made
Sirius felt like he was in the middle of earthquake, and this time lifted her back leg, something which
sent her rider flying 2 meters above and landed hard behind her.

“Ooooffff!” Sirius felt like he was blown into pieces the time he kissed the ground. He wasn’t young
anymore for Merlin’s sake. So why did he was being thrown here and there? He heard a neigh from
his horse which suspiciously was heard like a horse’s laugh. This enraged Sirius even further.

“Emh…Are you allright, Sirius?” Remus asked with a neutralize tone; he poked Sirius’ body with a
branch. Well, he couldn’t laugh to him when next would be his turn and who knows that he might be
more unlucky than his friend.
“Aarrrgggghhhhhh! That’s it! Let’s see who laugh the last!” he quickly stood up and whipped his
wand from the holster in his forearm. “Animaturno Dog!” he shouted. A blue light hit the surprised
horse and it was turned into a dog under 5 seconds. “Who laugh now, girl? It’s me! HA HA!”

Remus shook his head when he saw what happened. Edella looked very confused with her new
body. The rangers who saw what happened were awed at their magic.

“Wow, that’s very amazing,” said Caracas from beside him.

Remus smirked at his statement. He turned back to Sirius who still laughing gleefully and replied,
“We often do that in our younger days when we were still students.”

“Really? That must be great! I can imagine the faces of the children in the north city of our race
when you told them your stories.”

2 days ago Doran told him that they would go back to where they lived. They only went to the old
forest when they heard about the orcs insight. They have stationed some rangers in Bree the
moment they went back to their city of Ulras in the north. He asked them whether they wanted to go
with them or not. They accepted it and yesterday they started the journey. All the while Doran or
sometimes another ranger named Burhan taught them how to ride in the time when they were
resting from the journey since they asked for it. And they were happy at first…

Remus raised his eyebrow when he saw that the so called dog seemed to know that the one who
caused her change was Sirius from her growl which was directed to him. She quickly dashed to her
target with a bark.

Sirius gasped in surprise then quickly ran to save his life. All were laughing now except Remus who
slapped his forehead feeling rather embarrassed to know the ridiculous person who now was
running like he was chased by a ferocious beast. Well, actually she was a ferocious beast right
now…

“Wait a second! I’m a dog animagus myself, and I’m bigger than her!” with that Sirius stopped
running and changed his body into the grim-like dog. This time it was Edella who was chased by
Sirius.

“Padfoot, you fool!” Remus shouted, but he didn’t hear it.

“Woah! You can change into an animal?” Caracas’ jaw dropped.

“That’s animagus ability,” he explained. Oh well, it wasn’t a secret anymore anyway, he might as
well told them. “Very rare among wizards. I myself don’t have that ability. Sirius is a dog animagus.”

“That’s… what is your saying for this?” he tried to remember the word.

“Cool?” he provided.

“Yes, that one. That’s so cool! It has music at the word… hm, cool…” Remus sweatdropped at the
guy beside him. He was really weird.

Feeling that the chasing show was enough Remus flicked his wand. “Animareversio” and the dog
reverted back to its previous state.

Doran approached him with a smirk plastered in his face. “Remus, it’s your turn!” He, under the
request from both of them, called them with their first name.

Ugghh! Remus could feel that something was wrong in his stomach as he gulped at the
exclamation. Why me?

Sirius huffed as he passed them. “Your turn, Moony. I’m out of the field.” He said. Remus could
hear him muttered something like, “I’m too old for this,” before went to where Harry was laid.

Sirius threw himself to the ground before the coma wizard boy. “Next time, I’m gonna hex that
horse!” he thanked the God that he haven’t eaten or he will hurl all of his already digested food the
time he was thrown by the female horse.

He sensed someone approached. It was Delan, the patch eyed guy. “That was hilarious,” Sirius
wanted to hex him and made his mischievous smirk vanished. The man definitely had mischievous
demeanor despite his frightening appearance.

“You’re not the one who was thrown each time you ride a horse!” he snapped irritably.

Delan chuckled at his reply. “It has been so long that everyone laughed like that. It was darkness
time…” he sighed. His mood changed so quickly.

Sirius stared at the moving clouds and then to his godson. “When do you think he will wake up?” he
asked sadly.

“I don’t know, Sirius. I have several friends who woke up from their coma after a month and some
after weeks. It is depended at his strength. Those are people who lucky enough only get a cut and
some healers nearby.”

“I bet when he wake up, he will be very hungry!” he tried to lighten the mood.

He smiled softly. He sat down across him and gave him his lunch. “Eat! You need power to do
journey and I see that there’s no way we let you ride any horse this time.”

He grumbled at being reminded of his misfortune. “I swear that I’ll defeat that stupid horse!”

“Edella is a beautiful horse, not stupid, you know.”

“Beautiful, yes, I admit it. Stupid, maybe not. Annoying, most definitely.” He chewed his food rather
hard imagining that the one he bit was the horse.

Delan just shook his head at his action. He stood up. “Your arrivals were certainly brightening our
moods,” with that he was gone. Sirius just shrugged.

The Next day

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!” Sirius and Remus cried out in the

same time waking up the entire rangers in the morning who quickly readied their weapons
expecting orcs’ assault. What they found shocking them. Two men in their twenties who
suspiciously looked like younger Remus and Sirius were sprawled in the ground gaping like a fish
and stared at each other.

“What happened to you?” chorused both of them to each other loudly.

The birds in the trees were chirping feeling rather annoyed at the shouts.

“Remus?” a younger Remus turned. “Sirius?” the younger Sirius turned to face Doran too. “What
happened?” he voiced his thought. He was gaping at them and so did the others. Since their
arrivals, they made many surprise to him and the others.
“I-I don’t know! We just wake up, and… and… When I turned to the awaken Sirius, his face has
changed to his younger face,” he spluttered.

“My face changed too? Yours too!”

“What? Someone has any mirror?” Nobody had.

“There’s a stream there,” Caracas pointed to the small river.

The wizards completely forgot that they could just conjure a mirror, hastened to the river and saw
their reflections. They gawked at their own reflections, instead of their older appearance, their faces
just reverted themselves to their twenties. Sirius lifted his robes and saw a healthy body instead of
the malnutrition one for being 12 years in Azkaban. Remus has done the same. He didn’t have any
gray hair anymore and to top it off, his body felt stronger like it has reached its peak moment. They
stared at each other in confusion.

“Merlin’s beard! What just happened to us?”

“I don’t know, Sirius. This is just plain weird.” They came back to the group with more confusions
than before. They sat on their place, left and right side of Harry, with a bewildered face.

“From your face I can tell that you don’t know what happened,” Delan scratched his temple. They
nodded stupidly.

The boy between them stirred up and quickly sat up and freaked them out with his sudden action.
Sirius and Remus were shocked to say the least. Afterall he was in coma for 6 days and suddenly
without warning just set half awake. The group was silent.

Harry slowly cracked his eyes open. He turned to his left and right at his father’s friend and rubbed
his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming when he was face to face with the younger faces of
them. He looked again at them, and after a moment of silence, “Back to your younger days, ha?
Guess that I wasn’t dreaming about Helos when he said that he reverted you two back to your peak
ages,” with that he went back to sleep.

Sirius gawked at the boy who once again went back to his sleep. After a moment he turned to
Remus still feeling light-headed.

“Did you see what I see?” he tried to convince himself that he was just hallucinating.

“If what you meant was that Harry just wake up said about someone who reverted ourselves back to
our twenties, then back to sleep again, then yes, I did,” the moon-allergic-wizard replied.

“Uh… I saw that too,” Caracas blinked. The others nodded unsurely.

Sirius and Remus looked at each other. Their minds were processing the facts. And then together
as if they were twins, they acted. They tried to wake the young boy in every way they remembered,
such as tapping, shouting, and tickling (Harry reacted with elbowing Sirius’ stomach, then back to
his sleep again, which drew laughs from their hosts), but none worked.

“Aggh! If the conventional way didn’t work, then don’t blame me if I use my creativeness, kid!” Sirius
screamed, annoyed at being ignored and elbowed. He whipped his wand and a bucket full of cold
water was floating about the young hero. He flicked it again, and with a cruel grin, the bucket’s
content was dumped into the unsuspecting boy.

“Huwaaaaaaaaaa!” Harry rose from his sleep completely drenched. He shivered from the coldness.
“Th-that’s… cold, god dammit!” he snapped. The rangers and Remus were grinning, while Sirus had
a smug look on his face.

“So, Harry… How’s you feel being coma for 6 days?” Remus flicked his wand and the water dried
out.

Harry yawned before replied, “I slept for 6 days? That’s a record for me.” He massaged his sore
temple. “Snuffles, if you do it again I swear that I’m gonna hex you.” He warned his godfather who
was hugging him now.

“I’m happy you’re okay, pup. I was worried about you,” he tightened his hold.

Harry coughed to get his hysterical godfather’s attention. “Air is becoming an issue for me…
Anyway I can’t count dumping cold water to me was a loving action from godfather to his godson!
Especially when said godson just woke up from coma,” he grumbled.

“Oh, sorry,” he released his hold. “Not for the water dumping, I mean. And you have very long way
before you can surpassed me in pranking others,” he grinned mischievously.

“Helloo, I’m seriously feeling unloved here,” Remus trailed off. He put a fake annoyed face, but then
smiled when he hugged the boy who he taught as his nephew.

“You’re too old to pout like a child—oh, I forgot, Helos reverted you back.”

This perked the curiousity from all. “Who?”

“The man that I met when I was—in coma you said?”

“A man of your dream?” his father’s friends gaped, but he remained unfazed.

“Yep. Where’s my wand?” Remus handed it to him which he accepted with a smile before putting it
in his back pocket. “Oh, hi Doran!” when he saw the said man.

Doran nodded. “They are my friends. He’s Delan—don’t afraid with his appearance, he’s the fool of
our group (“Hey! I resent that!” Delan retorted), the man beside Remus is Caracas,” then he neared
the young man and whispered into his ear, “he has a weird taste and too curious for his own good”
Harry grinned while Caracas narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “And he’s Esallar, he’s okay but never
got in his bad side,” he warned mockingly.

“And what’s that mean,” threatened Esallar, his hand was put on his hip and he was glaring at the
leader of the group.

“Well… you know what I mean. Anyway, lad, we can save the introduction part for later, the other
rangers will gladly help you if you need something. Right, boys?” a cough from behind him revealing
Faran and 4 other women. “And girls,” a louder cough and a warning glare was sent. “I mean,
ladies.” He said with a fake innocent smile. Faran and the other four smiled feeling satisfied with the
correction. His guests and others snickered rather loudly. “So, lad, do you need something?”

Harry saw his condition. He crunched his nose when he realized that he smell bad after 6 days not
taking a bath. “Well, I think I need a quick—”

“Wait a second, he hasn’t said about the Helos guy,” Sirius reminded them. Harry kicked his left leg
innocently. Sirius opened his mouth to yell painfully from the hit but nothing came out. His eyes
widened. Oh… that kid… using the silent charm… he grumbled under his breath. The other’s
arched their eyebrows questioningly. Remus saw that to and countered the spell, much to his
delight.
“I tell you all later. But for now I need a quick bath. Badly.”

“There’s a stream there if you want to. Be careful the water is cold.”

“You don’t need a bath, you—”

“Excuse me for not wanting to become the next Snape!” Harry retorted. Remus gave an, ‘ah!’ while
their hosts gave blank looks, clearly didn’t understand the joke.

“He’s a potion master in Hogwarts. His hair became very greasy because of working with his ‘dear
bubbled cauldron’,” The dog animagus quickly explained for them.

“I go with you, Harry” Harry nodded at Remus.

“Others?” he scanned them all.

“Why, thank you for the invitation, young man, we would like to,” Faran said with a singsong voice.
A smile plastered on the women’s face.

Harry flushed, red was colouring his cheek which made him adorable and cute. The men were
snickering. Faran was acting way out of her character. “Sorry, but it’s for men only.”

“Yes, wouldn’t want the innocent lad’s eyes to be tainted with ‘adult’ problem, would we?” Doran
mocked. All were laughing their heads off except Harry who was pouting and crossed his arm on his
chest.

“Hey! That’s not fair!”

Scene Eight

The Talk

Harry stared at Sirius and Remus for a moment, they separated themselves from others in the
break time, Doran, Faran, Esallar, and Dain were with them. “Allright, here’s my story.” He then
launched into his story after give them a warning not to interrupt his story even if they were curious
of something. The questions would be asked after he finished it.

Flashback

Harry slowly opened his eyes. He had no idea where he was. Everything was white and he had to
shield his eyes for a moment just to adjust white the light intensity. He looked around him, but there
was nothing except him himself. He wondered where he was.

He slowly stood up and tried to find a way to get out from this place. His plan was hindered by his
trembled legs. When he succeeded to stand up firmly, his mind then wandered what had happened
to him. He remembered that he, Sirius, and Remus were thrown to different world, but was that only
a dream? Was this a dream too?

((Well, you could say that, kid. Right now you’re in the Valar realm, if you know what that means…))
a voice spoke from behind him.

Harry spoon around. The background changed into a beautiful garden with a lake on the right side,
no more whiteness. In front of him was a group of people who looked like warriors. They use
hooded clothes so Harry couldn’t see their face.
“My name isn’t ‘kid’! Who’re you anyway? What is Valar realm? And how can I’m here?” he voiced
his thought feeling rather afraid despite the calmness they radiated and the beautiful scenery. He
could feel the power they had.

((We’re what men called us ‘Valar’. The Eru’s children)) Harry gave him a blank look. The man in
the front sighed. ((Sit down and I’ll tell you)) out of thin air appeared 2 chairs and a table. The leader
motioned the others to leave them. Harry cautiously sat down.

((Now, I know you have many questions))

“That’s the understatement of the year” Harry exclaimed but quickly shut his mouth when he knew
that he was rude at the powerful stranger in front of him. But the man just chuckled.

((Eru is the god who created Middle Earth, the place where your body is currently laying.))

“Huh? My body?”

((Yes, your body. Right now you’re only a soul that we called to the Valinor, our realm. We called
you here to speak with you))

“Why don’t you just speak with me in the uh… middle earth?”

((Because we’re not allowed to go there and we shouldn’t interference with the people there
directly. Note the word ‘directly’, kay?))

“Why—“

((Just listen, okay? And you can ask your question after I’m done with the story)) the man said
rather annoyed at being interrupted and questioned. So Harry decided that shut up was the best.

The hooded man told him the story behind the creation of Middle Earth. The story of the 3 silmarilli,
of Numenor race, the dwarves, the elves, of Sauron’s first assault and the battle between them in
the second age.

Harry listened while thinking what the relation between him and the story was, but didn’t dare to ask
right now. At least the story was interesting, much more than Binn’s lecture, which even made the
wormbook of Hogwarts, Hermione, became sleepy. Then he started to tell him about the situation in
the middle earth now.

((Then you three fell to the veil, which actually was a portal between the 2 worlds. Now do you have
any question?))

“Yeah. Can you send us back to our world?”

((Well…yes, we can. But we don’t want to send you back))

“WHAT? WHY?” Harry shouted. Disbelief and confusion plus anger were written on his face.

((Fate and Destiny lent you to us))

“I was lent to you?” Harry asked incredulously. His eyes were twitching. The person in front of him
nodded. Either he didn’t see the rage which was emerging inside of the young man in front of him or
he just ignored it. “How could they just lend me to you?”

((Actually they were not just lending you here without thinking))
“And what was they thinking when they just dumped me here?” he asked, sarcasm was obviously
there. He dismissed the thought that he was in front of a Valar, the so-called warrior, from his mind.
Rage overcame his apprehension.

((That if you go back to your own world, you’ll be stronger. They sent you here also to train besides
helping us dealing with Sauron))

Harry opened his mouth to retort but couldn’t say anything. He gaped like a fish. How dare they just
lend me? They have no right to control my life! Oh I forget, they are always controlling lives!

“Wait a second! What if when I am here, Voldemort destroy everything?”

((Don’t worry when you’re back, you will back to the time in the battle, just some minutes after you
were sucked into the veil)) Harry could hear amusement in his tone, which made him angrier.

“But training isn’t just like days! It can be months or even years! Not to mention the battle will be
tough with Sauron’s army like orcs, trolls, and the others! I could have died here! And I’m sure as
hell if I die I can’t go back to my world!”

((We haven’t thought about that…))

“You haven’t?” Harry shouted. “Dear me, I was thrown here to help you fighting this dark lord who
just happened like Voldemort and you didn’t think what will happen to me if I died here?” Harry
waved his hand madly. “I’m screwed! Does anybody here not thinking of me as a weapon, but as a
human being?”

The man looked surprised from the teenage wizard’s exclamation. He surely didn’t think that Harry
would be angry like this from his step-back-action. ((Calm down, kid! We can arrange something if
that really happen))

Harry took a deep breath, dismissing the ‘kid’ calling. “Like what? Dump me in a hole and bury me 6
feet underground?”

((That’s a good idea))

“HUH!” Harry stood up quickly from his chair that it fell with a loud noise.

((I’m joking, allright? Sheesh, where is your sense of humour?))

“In bed where my body is still sleeping,” he replied sarcastically.

((Ha, ha, ha)) He said the words dryly. ((You’re angry))

“I’m not angry” he retaliated.

((You are))

“I’m not. My emotion just unstable right now and I just decide to play verbal assault with you”

((You’re angry)) This time, Harry kept silent. The man sighed. ((Look kid, I know you’re angry. But
could you think about what happens to the people in middle earth if you don’t help them? There will
be more deaths than we can afford! If you train here you could heighten your life expectancy
against Voldemort. By the way, do you know that there was a prophecy concerned about you and
him? That you will kill him or the other way around?)) Harry gaped in shock.
“Is there anyone here who think about what will happen to me? I’m not their goddamn saviour! I only
want to kill Voldemort because he took everything from me, not because the wizarding world
expected me to! Note the word ‘want’ because I don’t think I can even kill him! Oh yeah and warn
Fate and Destiny that they will have to be careful if I meet them, and that I will thank them properly
for giving me such a wonderful option: killed or to be killed!”

((I will)) he chuckled, but stopped it when he saw him glaring at him for all his worth.

“And for your ‘gracious’ offer, no, I don’t think I will accept it. I don’t have any relation with Sauron or
his goons.”

((Sauron know about your world)) he said shortly.

“What!” his eyes narrowed.

((We got information that he knew about your world. Do you think that after he destroys all humans
here, he will stop right that? No, kid. He will try to find a way to go to your world. And you can’t fight
both Voldemort and Sauron in a time. Both of them are powerful, Sauron’s is even much more than
Voldemort. His armies only obeyed him, and they only sought for darkness. That’s why you were
sent here! So he can’t go to your world!)), then he added with a hushed muttering ((Well that was
one of the many reasons we got you to help us))

Silence. Harry’s mind was full of many thoughts that he couldn’t think properly. ((Listen, kid. I don’t
know what will happen to you. I only know that if Sauron succeed here, there won’t be any hope for
your world. And there are some people who cared about you, like your friend, godfather, the were
—))

“Sirius!” Harry yelled. “Why did you bring Sirius and Remus here?”

((They can teach you magic which you won’t get here. Istari’s magic and wizard’s magic is rather
different, so I don’t think they can help you with that. I just heard about Sirius’ plan to teach you dark
arts))

“Excuse me? Sirius planned to teach me what?” Harry was thinking that his ears didn’t do their job
correctly.

((Dark arts, kid))

“But… why? And I told you to stop calling me ‘kid’!”

((How can you fight Voldemort who knows much about dark arts if you didn’t know anything about
it? You can’t honestly just always dodge the spell they threw to you! What if it was 2 to 1 battle? Or
maybe even 10 to 1? Do you think you can avoid many curses at once?)) Harry couldn’t answer.

((You have to act quickly and use the most efficient way to defeat your enemies. For that you have
to know how to counteract their curses and give them their own medicine. Your enemy will not give
you any mercy, so don’t give it to them too. You may think it is cruel, but it is needed in a battle))

Harry quieted. There was a battle raging in his heart. “But the wizarding society will think of me as
evil too. Even if I defeat him, they will gladly send me to Azkaban if they know I learn the dark arts,
just because they think of me as their imperfect fucking hero or worse they would think of me as the
next dark lord!” he hissed.

((Ah, that. Those bias people…)) he trailed off. ((If you are shunned by them, you are always
welcomed here))
“Really?” he nodded. “What about my godfather and Remus?”

((They are welcomed too)) Harry’s face brightened. That wasn’t a bad deal…

“I’ll do it then.” Harry could almost imagine the smile of the person in front of him.

((Good. Before you go, I will give you some explanation about the benefits you and the other two
get when you accepted the deal)) Harry raised an eyebrow. ((You know about the dunedain, right?))

“Doran’s race, isn’t it”

((Yes. Well, their life expectancy is 2 or 3 times than normal human. You will do something that
helps us greatly. For that we gave you three, the same advantage like them))

“WHAT?”

He ignored the wizard boy. ((No, no, wait that’s not right… We, including Fate and Destiny, grant
you the ageless time like the elf)) Harry felt something powerful tickling his soul and body when he
said it..

“Are you CRAZY? What should I do with that?”

((You can always mock Voldemort with it)) he joked. But Harry’s eyes didn’t wavered. ((Oh, alright,
kid! Damn it, why is it so hard for you to accept my reason?)) He acted like he was hurt.

“I’m not a kid! And to tell you my reason, my life will be boring if I’m immortal,” he said.

The man in front of him shook his head. ((No, you’re not immortal, just ageless. You can still be
killed. Beside you can always ask Nicolas Flammel or the elves for suggestions. And your father’s
friends will always with you since they will be ageless too. And, no, we can’t take back our grant
easily))

“You have got to be kidding…” Harry sat again (after he fixed the chair he dropped, that is) in
disbelief.

He chuckled. ((Relax, kid. You won’t be bored. You can do many things here or in your own world.
We also have found some ways to explore to many other worlds, and you could explore them if you
wanted to, that if you don’t get killed before that))

“Very funny,” he said dryly. He gulped down the pumpkin juice which was somehow appeared of
nowhere on the table until it was empty.

((Oh and a good news for your friends is that they will be reverted back to their peak ages, which
was in their twenties and after that you 3—after you have grown enough that is—will remain the
same. You became stronger too))

“You. Are. Mad” Harry exclaimed.

((Why, thank you very much for your compliment!))

“I didn’t—’

((Anyway, you have to go now. So, bye!)) He said happily and waved his hand.

“No, wait!” his body was starting to disappear.

((Oh, and before I forget, my name is Helos. Train hard, kid!))

“My name is HARRY!” was the last thing Harry shouted before he was vanished from the realm
completely.

End Flashback

(AN: Just for you to know. Harry didn’t tell them everything I wrote up there. He only said that he
was here to help them bring down Sauron so that he will not disturb his own world and about the
benefits they got from accepting the mission, succeed or not)

“And then I woke up and you know the rest.” Harry ended his story. Remus while he was gaping at
his friend’s child, offered him a drink which he accepted gladly.

“You meant that was why we’re back to our twenties? And that we’re ageless?” asked Remus
disbelievingly after he snapped out from his daze.

“Uh-huh” he handed the drink back.

“You know that I will teach you dark arts?” Harry’s godfather asked warily. The boy nodded. Sirius
and Remus stared at each other. “Will you learn it?” he asked anxiously.

“As much as I don’t like it, Helos was right. So, yes, I will.” Sirius let loose a deep breathe clearly
relieved with the news, while Remus frowned a little. He still didn’t like the idea of him learning dark
arts.

Sirius saw his expression. “Oh, come on, Moony... He has said that the Valar guy would welcome
us in their realm! It’s no big deal. And I say and quote: Screw with the bias wizards and witches!” he
laughed heartily. He was very relieved with Harry’s news. Now he would have a place to be called
as a home. And although everyone thought of him as fugitive, he could stay relax without someone
tailing him everywhere to send him back to the awful prison.

Remus only gave him a half smile.

“So, you were sent here by Valar?” The trio turned at the leader of the rangers feeling surprised.
They’ve forgotten that he and some others were there too.

“Uh, yeah. Do you know him?” he asked innocently.

“I recall that you’ve said it quite few times before when we first met.” Remus half asked.

“Of course I know them, from the story at least. They were the legendary warriors.”

“Care to tell us?” asked Harry curiously. “”I meant even though I met some of them and even spoke
with one of them, I don’t know anything beside they’re warriors.”

“I‘ll tell you later, lad. Now we’ve to discuss about the matter in hand. From your story I can
conclude that soon there will be a war between Sauron and human soon. We’ve heard some bad
rumor about activity in Mordor.”

“The land where Sauron’s base is?”

“Yes. According to it, he made more orcs, stronger and more deadly.” His face was unreadable right
now. Faran, Dain, and Esallar stared quietly at their leader, obviously didn’t like the idea too. “So
you will help us to fight him?”
“Yes. It is for us too actually. If he succeeds in conquering this world, my own world will be in
danger too. And I can’t imagine fighting him and Voldemort in the same time. We will be completely
wiped out by their forces. But I need your help to do it.”

“Just say it. We will try to comply with your request,” Faran said, the others nodded.

“I just want us to be trained in your ways. Stealth, sword handling, everything that can help us.”

At this they burst in laughter. Harry narrowed his eyes puzzled, a demanding gaze marooning his
face, while the other two were embarrassed.

“What?”

“Nothing, lad. It’s just that while you’re coma we trained them in horse riding and I bet for my life,
they don’t want to be near a horse in the range of 10 meters…” Doran snickered.

“That’s not our fault that they threw us!” Sirius snapped. The laughs were louder now. “Shut up!”
they ignored his shout making him pouted.

Harry stared at both quietly then snickered. “You were thrown from the horses?”

“Just shut up!” he muttered.

Remus joined them, “Why don’t you show us how to ride horse correctly, Mr. Potter?” the two
grinned evilly.

“Sure…” Harry just shrugged indifferently. “When?”

“What about next 2 days? I think you will be healthy enough to do it. You didn’t even show any sign
that you was poisoned by orcs’ blade,” Faran proposed the idea.

“No problem.”

Scene Nine

The Ulras City

“How could it be?” Sirius and Remus watched disbelievingly as they saw Harry rode a big black
stallion named Blade, a temperamental horse, easily. Blade ran to them with Harry’s guiding scaring
the hell out of them. He stopped the stallion right in front of them who were cowering behind an oak
tree, grinning madly. Doran and Burhan whistled loudly.

“Damn it, lad. You’re one hell of a rider,” Doran remarked.

“Yeah, the moment you touched that stallion, he just tamed and allowed you to climb and rode him.
I myself was almost kicked by him the first time I neared him, and that was because of my reflex
that I could avoid it. Have you ever ridden a horse before this?” asked Burhan calculatingly. The
lad’s stance was good unlike his older friends.

“Yes, I have.” He petted the neck of Blade and made him neighed happily. Harry climbed down and
gave Blade back to him. Sirius and Remus were out of their hiding after making sure the stallion
wouldn’t go chase them.

“Really? I don’t know that you can ride, Harry,” Remus stared at him like he was a ghost of
something.
“Of course, you don’t know. It was happened when I was 8 years old. The elementary school was
having picnic in a ranch. The Dursleys didn’t have a choice but to let me go with others. We were
allowed to ride a pony under the surveillance of the workers there. Dudley was dropped from the
horse every time he climbed. I bet the brown pony, I believe her name was Micky, thought that he
was too heavy,” he chuckled followed by his guardians. “So in the end, he hated those mini horses.
I myself was riding a white pony named Bingo. He was very cute and pretty. I liked him. I rode and
played with him for an hour before I wasn’t allowed anymore. The problem wasn’t time but because
other ponies kept near me that they didn’t allow others to ride them, pretty ridiculous” he smiled at
the memory which reflecting many children crying because all ponies were flocking to him like ants
to sugar. Then he frowned. “Dudley was jealous at the time and he told it to his parents. They
punished me after that because they thought it was because of my ‘freakiness’,” he snorted.

Sirius and Remus were fuming at his story, while the others who heard it frowned and wanted to
meet the Dursleys in order to give them a piece of their minds. “They punished you?” he nodded.
“When I get my hand on them, they will be sorry…” Sirius growled.

“If we can go back to our world that is,” they sobered up.

Yesterday the other rangers were informed about their mission there. They would gladly help him if
they wanted them to. The journey to Ulras city was still long. They would need a week more to
reach their destination. But the spirits were heightened by the wizards who showed them some
tricks with their magic. They were strengthening their friendship along with the journey.

Edella and Soran, Remus’ mount were allowing them to ride them after Harry asked them to, albeit
hesitantly, much to their delights. Though sometimes they still thrown them and –if horse could do
it- grinning naughtily.

Harry made close friends with Caracas and Arthan, a 22-year-old guy who was very good at sword.
He was taught by Arthan, Doran, Esallar and Soryan, a 77 years old man, who because of his long
life expectancy didn’t even look like an old man, about sword handling. It was hard for him because
even that Helos fixed his malnourished body so it wasn’t too scrawny anymore he was still too thin
to wield heavy sword, though they said he had a knack on it, which pleased him greatly.

Remus and Sirius didn’t have any problem with the lesson. Sirius, because he was taught of the
sword art when he was a child by his father, and Remus because of his werewolf’ power. This
directed them to the question of ‘do they need to say about the fact of Remus to them?’ Eventually
in a day before they arrived at Ulras they decided to tell them in the night when they were resting.

The rangers were surprised at first but then they accepted it. Doran said that it was because of
some reasons like: Remus was a great help for them, he wasn’t evil, and that it wasn’t his fault to
become a werewolf in the first place, beside he only would be a furball for 3 nights a month. But
they asked him not to go near them when he was a werewolf to avoid any incident, except if he
could control his inner best. Remus, Harry, and Sirius were relieved of this. Remus even shed some
tears which making him mocked by Sirius. Remus promised them that with Sirius’ animagus from,
he would be more controlled, but he complied with their request. He was glad they didn’t shun him.
Now, he was thinking that maybe this world was good for him. Sirius and Harry of course noticed it,
but they kept quiet.

The Next Day

Esallar saw the glittering small lake from faraway, indicating that soon they will reach their city,
Ulras. 2 big twin mountains in the north and a rather big forest in the east were completing the
beautiful scenery the city produced.

“We almost arrive!” he shouted enthusiastically.

The trio breathed deeply feeling awed at the amazing panorama they saw. They still couldn’t see
the city since it was still too faraway and Doran said that their city was covered up by the forest from
here. “It’s beautiful,” Harry gasped.

The rangers who heard it were smiling proudly. “It is,” Caracas agreed wholeheartedly. “Even if
we’re away from here we always remember our homeland—oh sorry!” he apologized.

“Nah, that’s nothing! In our world there are some places like this too of course, but none was so
natural like this.”

“Really? How are the cities in your place?” he inquired.

“Well, if you’re asking me about the wizards’ ones, they are not too different from yours. You could
say that wizards didn’t follow with muggles’ technology. In muggles’ point of view they will think of
wizards’ city seemed like in medieval era, ancient time—that if they can see the city of course.” He
paused. “But if you’re asking me with the muggles’ ones, they were so dense, many big and tall
building that even reached hundreds of meters in height. There are no horses for transportation, but
car, motorcycle, plane, ship. Swords were forbidden to use widely except for exercise—“

“What do you mean by that? And what is plane, car, or motorsackle?”

“Motorcycle,” he corrected Caracas. “Swords were forbidden because it is dangerous. Beside, using
swords in our time will prove as a foolish thing to do since we can just shoot you with a gun,
bombing you and many other things that didn’t require the presence of someone to kill. Actually
there are many other reasons beside that. And motorcycle, and car are land transportations. We
made it from metal with the power of fuel. It can easily defeat horse in race competition and it had
more… if you can say it as ‘stamina’. Plane was for air transportation—yeah, it’s true. It was faster
than any other transportation of land or water that I know of. They kind of like birds. I don’t know the
details about them so just leave them be. Who knows someday you can go there and see it for
yourself.” Caracas listened eagerly.

“That’s interesting. Do you think I can take a look at your world?” he asked hopefully.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “We don’t even know if we can go back to our world and maybe it will
be years from now.”

He sobered up, but then smiled, “Hey, Do you want to see my inventions?”

“What invention?” asked Remus.

“You better not, Remus. This guy here almost burn his home when he tried to make,” Aisha, one of
the female healer gulped down then continued, “His inventions… You will live longer if you don’t get
close to those things. Trust me! I experienced it myself.”

The trio arched an eyebrow.

“That’s not true!” he protested.

“I advise you to believe in Aisha’s warning,” Esallar warned them. “Once, he almost kill me with his
‘invention’,” he sarcastically said the last word.

“Ah, yes. I myself see that event. Quite preposterous that incident!” Delan joined in, a grin was
plastered on his face. Esallar glowered at him.

“It’s not you who almost get killed!”

“Hey, I didn’t kill anyone,” Caracas objected. The trio watched the scene amusingly

“Care to tell us?” Harry pleaded to Delan.

“Don’t tell them, Delan. I warned you,” Esallar threatened.

“Sorry, Esallar. But you just peak our curiousness. Tell us!” Sirius requested happily.

“Sure,” he glanced with a smirk on his face, sneaked a quick look at his friend who was sulking right
now. “Well, it happened 3 years ago. Caracas was trying to make a complete system to make uh…
what it is used for, again?” he tried to remember.

“A device to make breakfast without having to prepare it himself,” Aisha supplied.

“Ah, yes. That thing.”

“I was there too. One of the parts was 5 knives to slice meat or vegetables. That was its purpose,
but Mr. Inventory here didn’t make it right. Esallar, me, Delan, and Eret was going there to discuss
something with him in the morning. At the time, he was testing it. It went nuts, 5 knives flying
everywhere when we entered the house.”

“Yeah, and I almost get killed by one of them,” he gritted his teeth irritably.

“Just one inch above his head. We all ducked after that, but he was too shocked. And another knife
was imbedded between his legs,” he snickered. “You know what I mean.”

“Oh, yeah. Very close at the possibility of not having kids in the near future,” Sirius teased. Remus
and Harry were choking. They coughed to cover their laughs, but it wasn’t working. Esallar
grumbled under his breath. The others burst in laughter.

“So do you still want to see his inventions now?” Aisha smirked.

“Of course we still do!” Caracas whooped in joy, while the others stared at them like they grown 3
heads. “We ourselves are pranksters,” blank looks met his statement. “Pranksters are people who
make jokes?”

“Oh.” Chorused all. “You don’t look like the type,” Delan blinked.

“Don’t trust appearance! I assure you we broke many rules and got more punishments in a week
than the other students’ 7 years of schooling,” Remus stated proudly.

“Hey, I’m not prankster!” Harry protested,

“Indeed, but you have a knack to broke rules, even if you don’t mean to do it. Ah, Prongs Jr. doesn’t
follow his father’s footstep. I’m very sad,” he pretended to sob hysterically. Others were smiling.

“Prongs was the nickname of my father. He was one of the members of the group of pranksters
named Marauder.” Harry explained at their inquired gazes. They nodded understandingly.

“Hey, think that we can make him to follow our footsteps, Moony?”

“Hm… maybe, Padfoot. I can see his potential on becoming an excellent prankster like us and the
Weasley twins, I believe the twins would agree too. Though I think the society will be shocked by
the change when they see him.” Renus grinned.
Sirius snickered. “Let them see that Harry Potter can’t be ridiculed. Do you agree, Harry?”

He thought about it for a moment then nodded surely. “Okay, everything to make Malfoy’s life
miserable if he dares to trick me.”

“Look! There are many who welcome us!” Doran pointed at their front. It was indeed true. Children,
old people, girls, young men, and adults were welcoming them. The trio could hear the shouts of joy
from them. The women whose husbands were in the group were trying to find them worriedly afraid
if they died in the orcs battle. Some were crying when they were informed by their deaths, and
some tried to comfort the ones who lost their loved ones. Some others were crying in happiness to
see them back alive. And a few who saw the 3 strangers observed them curiously.

“Who are they, Doran?” all were quieted when a voice from behind said the questions. All heads
turned to see the trio who were nervous at being stared at. Doran laughed, and eased their worries.

“Those people are our guests. They helped us in the battle against the orcs. I will tell you in the
meeting house.” The said man, a blond with tall body and brown eyes, quite handsome nodded
satisfied to know they weren’t enemies. Doran was a person who could see the bad or good people,
and he believed his judgement. “Faran, Aisha, why don’t you show them our city,” he requested.

They nodded happily and motioned them to follow. The trio was glad to be away from the curious
glances. The injured ones were sent to the healer house and the others went back to their homes.
Doran, Esallar, Dain, Delan, the blond man, an old man with a white beard that reached his
shoulder and a pretty black haired woman entered the meeting house.

The Trio

Faran showed them everything starting from the lake where they were welcomed by the citizen then
the river, small stream, the forest and at last the city. Actually in the trio’s view it can’t be
categorized as a city but as a rather big village. Some houses were made of stones; the others
were made of woods.

“There are some wells in this place; the biggest one is in the center of the city. Right now we’re in
the east side of it. See that big tree over there?” Harry saw that it was indeed a big tree with
diameter of 4 meters and probably around 50 meters in height. He nodded.

“Under that big tree is the biggest well. Want to see it?” she offered.

“Faran, I should go home now. Why don’t you show them the well?” with that Aisha leaved them.

“Well, guest it’s only me now.” She said. “Let’s go then.” On the way she told them things that
attract their attentions.

“Behind the forest, there is a big meadow that we use to breed and feed horses. You might want to
see them later.”

“Ugh, no thanks!” Sirius refused. “I have seen enough of them.” Faran giggled.

“There is a beautiful waterfall in that mountain,” she pointed at the right mountain. ”The water from it
ended in the lake in the left mountain then streaming down to the Hal lake, which you have seen
before.”

“Can I see it later?” Harry asked fascinated.

She shook her head. “Sorry, Harry, but there isn’t enough time today. Maybe later?” she suggested
after seeing his disappointed looks.
He cheered up. “Thank you very much!” She smiled and continued with her explanation about what
the people did as their jobs.

The Meeting House

“Well, that’s the story,” Doran gulped down a mug of water to wet his dry throat after telling them the
story.

“That’s quite interesting.” The blond man said. “Do you think we can trust them? Afterall you said
about that curse of werewolf,” he tapped his chin.

“Yes, we do. If you worried about the curse we can let them build their house rather far away from
the city. Maybe in the mountain near the Dale Lake, it isn’t too far or too close to the city, we only
need 20 minutes if we walked fast. Anyway that curse only activate for 3 days when there is full
moon, Ariad,” he tried to convince him.

Ariad pondered it for a moment. The old man stepped forward. “You said that he could at least be
controlled by his friend who was a dog animagus—isn’t it?”

“Yes. They said that it is a rare ability of wizards to change into animal that suited them the most.”
Esallar stepped in the conversation. Kaluga, the old man nodded satisfied.

“And what do you all actually think of them?” the black haired woman asked. Her aura was
mysterious, her black gown, hair and eyes added the mysteriousness. Her clothes and attributes
told everyone that she was a respected member of the Dunedain race.

“All of us who were together with them from the old forest accepted them. I can see that they were
not lying though I know they still held some secrets,” Doran informed. “What do you think of them
yourself, Fiona the seer?”

She stared at them for a while and spoke, “I can see that the black haired boy will have a great
destiny. The stars and Valar will always guide his life. The other men held big roles in his life too.
They will help us to defend against the darkness of Mordor. I agree that we should help them and in
return they help us against the dark lord and his filthy orcs. We’ll build their house near the Dale
Lake. Everything there will help them to train more than in the city. And it won’t endanger us from
the Mr. Remus when his werewolf curse activated.”

“Well, if the seer agreed then I will agree too.” Ariad sighed in defeat. Kaluga nodded too.

The rest of them were smiling in relief.

Scene Ten

Home construction

“Hey could you give me the hammer, please?” Sirius handed his godson the hammer without
seeing as he himself was busy. “Moony, could you shift the wood to the left a bit more? Thanks,” He
nailed the spike carefully on the wood.

“Need help?” Arthan offered.

“Yeah, set up that pair of wooden window to its place, there—the hole nears the entrance.” Harry
pointed up. Sirius handed the man a hammer spikes, and some hinges.
“Don’t nail your own finger, buddy!” Sirius joked as Arthan chuckled dryly. “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” he
waved his finger painfully then licked them.

“Watch your own hand, Padfoot!” Remus admonished. But his twitching mouth and twinkling eyes
betrayed him. Arthan and Harry laughed.

“Guess that the hammer loves you more than Arthan,” Harry teased as his godfather glared
menacingly.

“Honestly, why can’t I just charm these damn hammers and other things to build the house on their
own? We don’t have to be so busy like this! It will be easier and faster,” Sirius grumbled under his
breath. This was the fifteenth time for today only. And it was still in the afternoon. Not to mention
how many times he hammered his own hand since the construction 2 weeks ago.

“A, a, a!” Remus waved his finger showing him that he didn’t agree. “No magic! Magic only make
you lazier, besides building your own house with your own strength is more gratifying.”

“Magic is part of your own strength,” he protested.

“Padfoot…,” he threatened.

“Alright, alright! Sheesh, someone slept in wrong position last night.”

“Are you trying to fight with me?”

“If I am?” he challenged. “Okay! Okay! No need of violence here.”

“Food, everybody?” Faran and 4 other girls brought a basket each full of foods.

“Ah, Faran! You’re my safer! God bless you!” Sirius leaped from his place. In no time he ate his
lunch hungrily.

“Padfoot, slow down,” Remus chuckled seeing his friend.

“Can’t, tu ungri!” he told him with a mouthful of food in his mouth.

“Can’t believe I see another Ron here,” Harry shook his head. Sirius spun around.

“Ow?”

“You eat like a pig. Same with Ron,” Remus answered.

“I en’t pik!” he objected.

“I said ‘like a pig’, not ‘you’re pig’, moron.”

“So, how’s the food, Harry?” Faran asked with a smile on her face ignoring the other two overgrown
babies.

“It’s good, but maybe you can add some salt for the soup,” he said expertly. Well… being a slave
nearly 14 years in the Dursleys and had to cook for their food, he could claim that he was a decent
cook.

“You know?” Harry turned to her. “You should be the one who cook all of this not us. You’re a better
cook than even the women in the city.” She muttered.
“Uh, thanks,” he flushed. The four women giggled.

“Why don’t you teach us?” one of the women, a blonde with shoulder hair and deep blue eyes,
named Hestia asked. Her face was 3 inch from his face, made him mystified.

“Hey, lady! Don’t seduce an innocent lad,” Arthan scolded mockingly from where he was sitting.

“Leave me alone, you mother fucker!” she retorted. He and some other men whistled. Sirius and
Remus stopped whatever they’re bickering over to see.

“Wow, never know that you’re one of the swearing types, Hest.” Delan grinned naughtily.

“Remember your wife, brother. Your eyes could get out of your socket,” another girl with brown hair
that reached her knee, warned.

“My! I think you get me wrong, Delia,” he clutched his chest pretended to be hurt at his sister’s
saying. All were laughing.

Then out of nowhere Caracas came in. “Hey, guys! I have made a new invention on how to build
your house easier!”

“I gotta go back to my own job,” Delan hastily leaved from the place.

“Me too,” Arthan said.

“Sorry, I’m very busy right now.”

“Bye, Caracas!” another was leaving.

“Ups, better get going.”

“Damn, I have still many jobs to do with the house. See you later.”

Everybody was leaving with excuses except the women who stared at him mockingly. “Wait up! I
assure you it won’t be dangerous!”

Faran and other women could hear someone said, “Not dangerous his ass!” and “Easier? He must
mean that the house will be easier to be destroyed like 6 days ago.”

“Wow, Caracas. Still not give up since the destruction 6 days ago?” Faran mocked.

“Hey! It was accident. This time it is excellent!”

“Could have fooled me,” Tanche, a red haired woman whispered to her friends.

“Are you trying to destroy the house once more? Do you get it in your ‘super’ brain that because of
your ‘excellent’ invention, the house which should have been finished 5 days ago was demolished?
With all the workers here, the house should have finished days ago, but no” Faran trailed up, “You
have to test your invention despite our objections! And now we have to build it from the beginning.”

“Well… I’m sorry,” he sulked, all groaned to see him like this, again. “Hey, I can help them
hammering the spikes!”

“Well… that would be not too dangerous,” she agreed. Damn that hopeful eyes! “I think!” she added
afterwards.
He whooped happily and quickly went to the other workers.

“Do you think it is safe?” Hermia asked doubtfully.

“I hope, for all’s sake and especially his, it is safe.” Tanche watched him apprehensively.

“Why don’t you three go back first? I still have an issue here,” Delia, Hestia, Tanche, and Hermia
nodded and waved goodbye to the workers.

“What’s up? Do you forget something?” asked Harry who right now was helping Arthan to place the
window.

“Nah! I just want to see the house,” Faran waved him off. “Where are the furnitures?”

“Still in the city, Kaluga’s workroom. Thank God we didn’t bring it in the first place, so they weren’t
broken when Caracas decided to use our house as guinea pig,” Remus answered as he dropped
some planks.

“Where is he?” Sirius asked carefully.

“Who? Oh, him,” she realized who he was talking about. “He said he wanted to help nailing the
spikes—“

“WHAT? Are you CRAZY? You let him do that?” Harry’s godfather squealed in fear. He almost
asked where he was when a sound of something broke up disrupted him. “What the?”

“CARACAS!” yelled an angry voice which was belonged to Delan.

Remus slapped his forehead. “Not again…”

“What did he smash up this time?” Harry shook his head exasperatedly.

“SEE!” Sirius yelled angrily.

The trio, Arthan, and Faran went to the voice source. They saw 5 people including Delan were
scolding Caracas who now had a panicked look. When they saw the problem: a rather big hole in
the wooden wall, they all groaned tiredly.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do it!” he apologized profusely.

“Still think that we shouldn’t use magic for this?” Sirius turned to his friend. His hand was crossed in
front of his chest and he sent an annoyed look at him.

“Allright, but just for this, okay?” Remus sighed. “Reparo,” and with that the broken pieces of wood
fixed itself and now there was no indication that it was broken before.

All were gawking, except the three wizards. Their eyes rested on the previous hole, the trio, and
back again at the hole. “That’s… amazing.” Faran murmured. The others nodded in agreement
though their eyes also held annoyance, beside the obvious awe.

“Thanks,” Remus took the wand back to its holster.

“Hey, Moony, could you make me a holster like yours and Sirius’?” Harry glanced at the wand
holster in his forearm.

“I think we can make it, if we still haven’t forgotten how,” Remus answered. His face cheered up.
“Why don’t you just use your magic to build the house so it will be easier?” asked Delan curiously.
He felt rather annoyed that he easily repaired it back in no time.

“We—”

“Remus only actually, who decide that.”

“Shut up, Padfoot! We—damn it! Okay!—I wanted to make us more accustomed with muggles’ or
non magical folk’s way, It isn’t like we can always rely on our magic, and what if our wands were
taken?”

“You mean you can’t use your magic without your wands?” he tilted his head. Caracas breathed
deeply, obviously relieved that they forgot about him.

“We can still use it but only in small scale. We can’t do complicated spell without…it…” Sirius’ eyes
widened. “Speaking of which, I just remember that you, Harry, make a Patronus spell wandless!” He
pointed to the dark haired boy.

Harry gaped. “I did?” he himself didn’t really remember what happened after he was shot by the
poisoned arrow.

“Yes, that was amazing feat, pup! Even Dumbledore who like to show whatever wandless magic he
had to everyone, never made that kind of advanced spell wandless!”

“Are you sure you weren’t mistaken?” Harry asked dubiously.

“Your wand was tossed rather faraway from you,” Remus told him.

“WOW!”

“So this lad over here is powerful?” Delan asked doubtfully. He sneaked a glance at the thin boy.

“Uh-huh. Just a little untrained, my friend. We will shape him up in no time,” Sirius rubbed his hand
eagerly making Harry nervous.

“Faran, when you go home, could you tell Kaluga that we will finish the house today? We only need
to set up the doors and windows,” Remus asked her.

“Sure. Well I better go now. There are still some bread in the basket. Eat it!” She then leaved them
after exploring the house which consisted of 5 bedrooms (3 for the trio and other 2 for guest rooms),
a kitchen, a dining room, a meeting room, a storage room, the weapon room, and a bathroom (AN: I
didn’t really know if the people in Middle Earth even had bathroom or not. But this is a story and I
am its author, so I can do whatever I want )

Harry adjusted his glasses and the clothes that were lent by Doran’s son, Narda. “Hey Harry, I have
been wanting to ask you for long about that. What is the twin glass in your face used for?” Caracas
asked interestedly.

“My sight isn’t too good. Glasses helped me to see well.”

“How so?” that thing was interesting.

“I don’t really know myself. I’m not very good at physic—it’s a branch of knowledge which was
learning about kind like this,” Harry told him. Of course since he never went to normal muggle
school and learn about muggle’s knowledge after he was 11 years old didn’t help the fact.
“Can’t your magic correct your vision?”

“Yes, it can. But that’s a very advanced magic and only an excellent healer could do it,” Moony
explained to Delan.

“What will happen if his glasses disappeared or thrown out in the battle then?” he asked cautiously.
“If that happen it will put him on disadvantage.”

“Er…,” the trio couldn’t answer that question. They just realized that glasses would be Harry’s
weakness in battle. “We’ll think about the solution later.”

Delan shrugged. “Just wanted to warn you that the thing will hinder him in sword handling.” Then he
changed the topic. “So, how are you three familiarizing with the city? Doran was the one who
hosted you, right?”

“Yes, he was. Well, I-we were acquainted with some people, mostly the rangers, and children who
were very interested with our magic. Everyone was friendly and we didn’t have any problem so far.
The full moon will come in a week and the house should be ready at the time, so I don’t think we
have to worry over that.”

“Good then,” Delan approved.

“Yeah. And I admit that this place was very beautiful and will be appropriate training field. The lake
wasn’t too far and so was the city. Beside we were given 3 beautiful stallion that thanks God didn’t
hate Remus, and me so they have no reason to throw us from their backs,” All were laughing.

“Ah those horses were from excellent breeding. They were equivalent to the Rohan’ horses which
were famous for the speed. Those three were wild and they’re not letting just anyone ride them. I
myself and others were surprised to see them allow you two ride them seeing the fact that other
horses like to throw you.”

“I’m not sure that you praise me. It sounds more like you make fun of me,” Sirius snorted.

“I wasn’t praising you,” he said.

“Oh”

“Why don’t you two 5 years old kids just do your jobs in silence?” Remus suggested with a frown.
The two quickly went back to their jobs.

The workers were setting the doors and windows to the house till the evening in such a speed that
everything was done before the sun set on the west.

“At last it is done.” Sirius stretched his sore muscles.

“Yep. Just left the cleaning and filling it with furniture tomorrow,” Remus observed the house
satisfied. It was a rather big house with a fireplace on the center right in the meeting room. The
outside was still in mess with all the tools, wood, rocks and other things. But those would be
handled tomorrow. “Let’s go back now. Thanks for all of your helps.”

“No need Remus. Caracas, get back here, before you destroy the house!” shouted Delan.

“I won’t destroy it!”

“Sorry, but I don’t believe you. You are an excellent ranger, but you’re a looser in this kind of thing.
We’re not the orcs for Valar’s sake.” Delan grunted.

Scene Eleven

Remus’ Transformation

It has been 6 days after they moved out from Doran house to their own house near Dale Lake.
Tonight Remus would have his first transformation since they arrived at this world. But unlike usual
he didn’t feel tired at all, instead he felt more energetic than normal. The Ulras citizens have been
warned of his curse so they would not go to this place for 3 days.

Sirius would spend his 3 days with Remus in the house which they recently named Marauders’
Cave, while his godson, Harry, would have to stay in Doran’s house for precaution. Sirius thought
that they had to teach him animagus transformation (if he had that ability) as soon as possible.
Harry enthusiastically greeted the news. To know if he had this particular ability or not and what was
his animal transformation, they needed to perform an advanced spell. This spell was rather
dangerous because of how much power it needed, but since there was no magical herb in Middle
Earth which they needed to make the animagus Potion, they decided to use it. Remus was actually
the one who suggested this. He had studied about this particular spell in advance to help his friend
reached their transformation, but since there was another safe way (which was the potion) they
decided against it. But now, they would have to do this spell for Harry. But that would have to wait
until Remus’ transformation.

In these 6 days the trio has familiarized themselves at the life in Marauders’ Cave. In the morning
they would go to the city with their horses to get daily needs supply and to help Kaluga with his job
as a carpenter and blacksmith. Then they went back to their house in the afternoon with Arthan and
sometimes Soryan who taught them more about sword handling. At night Remus and Sirius would
teach him magic and in particular DADA. Some of the rangers sometimes dropped in to speak with
them and told them their stories which were very interesting. Narda, Doran’s son, was close with
Harry and could often be seen with the youth in the meadow riding their mounts. He was happy to
know that Harry would stay at his house for 3 days though he sympathized with Remus’ curse.

Harry climbed down from his mount, a big black stallion which he named Shade for his black fur.
His distinctive feature was the white fur shaped like a star in his forehead. The stallion was son of
Blade, Burhan’s stallion and Amalia, Doran’s mare. He guided his mount to the stable and patted it
for a moment before leaving him with 3 carrots, his favorite meal.

“Hey Harry, come in!” Narda shouted from his door entrance. “Arthan is here. He promised to teach
us one of his sword tricks.” Narda was a black haired boy with blue eyes like his mother, Asarea. He
was 16 years old in Narwain 18 or in January, so he was 6 months older than Harry who was born
at 31st July or in the month of Urui (An: Hope that I don’t get it wrong, because this kind of thing
make me confused).

Harry ran to him. This was one of the few things that could take his mind off of Remus’ condition. It
was still in the afternoon, but Sirius and Remus forced him to go now to Doran, before the ‘change’.
He could only hope his ‘uncle’ would soon get better and nothing went wrong.

In Marauders’ Cave

Moony and Padfoot were silent. They were nervously watching as the sun started to set on the
west. Padfoot gave his friend a concerned look as he saw him seemed to be thinking about
something.

“Are you allright, Remus?” he asked in such a serious tone.

The werewolf turned to his friend and after a while he nodded. “I am, but something is definitely
wrong,” he tapped the table with his finger. Sirius shot him an inquiring gaze. Remus sighed. “I don’t
feel the usual numbness I’ve always felt before or after I became werewolf.”

“That will be a good news then,” Sirius was wondering why he acted in such a strange way over
that.

“It is. But I don’t know why I don’t feel it,” he said nervously. “It makes me nervous.”

Sirius stared at him and came up with a reason. “Maybe because we’re not of this world and the
moon here didn’t affect you much.”

“Perhaps you’re right…” Remus said.

They waited for the moon to rise.

The sounds of crickets broke out the silence of their surrounding. Sirius tapped his finger on the
stone in front of him impatiently, while Remus looked at the dark sky boredly.

“Uh…” both looked at each other in confusion. The moon was already high in the sky, and yet
Remus was still in his human form. “Not that I’m rude or something…but shouldn’t you transform?”
the dog animagus asked bewilderedly.

“The transformation isn’t up to me, you know?” two confused orbs stared.

“…Right,” Sirius clammed his mouth.

They waited and waited and waited and you get the gist…but still Remus didn’t transform much to
their puzzlement.

“Hey, it’s just a thought, but do you think that the Valar healed your lycanthropy beside making us
younger?”

“I don’t know, but I don’t think so,” the werewolf scratched his head in confusion. “I can still feel the
beast inside me. Perhaps I’m not influenced by the moon in this world?” he offered another
explanation.

“It could be…it will be great if this is true,” Sirius shrugged. “Look, why don’t we sleep now? We can
talk about it tomorrow. I’m pretty tired and it is cold here,” he transformed into his animagus form
and wagged his tail.

Lupin smiled at his friend. “Sure, will do, Padfoot,” with that both men returned to their ‘home’.

Scene Twelve

It had been 5 years after the fateful meeting between the three wizards and the rangers. The wand
users had settled quite nicely in the ranger society, learning how to fit in. Harry was now a twenty
years old confident young man. He was taught how to survive in the wilderness and how to use
weapons. He could use all known weapons in Middle Earth pretty good…well with the exception of
axe, mace, and other weapons that were quite heavy for him. He was advised not to use them
unless he wanted to crack someone else’s skull open accidentally. Sirius decided to ban said
weapons after Harry almost killed him accidentally.

Strength wasn’t the young wizard’s strong point because of his build, but his stealth, speed,
technique, and precision more than made up for it, that didn’t mean that Harry was weak. Harry
would make a fine scout or assassin with his abilities. He was also taught fencing by Sirius, after the
older man ordered to make fencing swords for the three of them from the town’s blacksmith. The
rangers were quite interested by the unfamiliar sword’s style and a couple of them even asked
Sirius to be taught too.

The three men were often included in orcs hunt when they were deemed to be able to live in the
wild without help from others. Casualties from their sides had dropped considerably since they
joined them, be it because they could finish off the orcs before the monsters could charge at them
or because of their healing magic. It didn’t mean there was zero casualty though.

Leaving in Middle Earth didn’t mean that Harry was neglecting his magic studies. If anything, it had
been tripled after he was there, being taught by both Remus and Sirius to his limit, although it only
consisted of defense and offense magic (and even some magic for pranks). Sirius, as he was the
only one between Remus and him who came from an old family, told him about his duties as the
Lord Potter-to-be when he reached 18 years old (sadly when he was 18 years old he wasn’t in
England and thus wouldn’t be able to assume his job. He also told him about the politics among
prominent wizarding families and their standing in the British magical society. Meanwhile Remus
taught him about the workings of magical creatures’ society, especially werewolf, as he knew it the
most with him being a werewolf himself. Those things didn’t worth there in Middle Earth, but the
young man learned them nonetheless.

With Harry’s limited knowledge from what he read and heard when he was child, the rangers were
learning how to create primitive weapons (to the muggles in modern era anyway), such as trebuchet
and the likes. They didn’t want to admit this, but Caracas The Inventor (who always screwed up his
inventions) played a large part in the weapons development. It seemed that he was suited to build
mass-slaughtering weapons, if his working weapons were an indication to go by. The cities were
busy preparing for the war that they knew would come soon. Blacksmiths were busy making
weapons and scouts were sent outside to get information as accurate as they could.

When the news that there was a gathering in Rivendell, the Ulras City reached its busiest peak. The
time of war against Sauron had come. Many young men were trained for the war, and the women
were trained as healers and to provide their logistic. After deciding that their city would be safe even
with most of their men gone for the upcoming battle, the ranger battalion marched toward the East.
They heard that their member, Strider, who went missing years ago, accompanied the multilateral
group that had been made in Rivendell. They didn’t know the exact quest of this fellowship, only
that it was important for turning the tide of the war to their side’s favor.

Sirius shrunk another cart of food supply that had been preserved using preserving charm and put it
on a pile of other shrunken food boxes, separating the pile from the shrunken weapons pile to make
it easier. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Man, who knows that shrinking things can be so
tiring like this. Fortunately we had shrunk most weapons before this or I’ll drop dead,” Padfoot
complained.

Harry shrugged, not feeling as tired as his godfather. Beside him Narda, Doran’s black haired son,
was labeling the shrunken box of food according to what it contained. The black haired wizard
packed the shrunken food pile (that had been labeled) into a wooden box with a wave of his wand.
“Damn, I forget my sword!” Harry cussed.
“How in the hell can you forget your sword?” his friend asked him, amazed.

“Hey, I’m not perfect,” he defended. “Sirius, I’m going back to the cave!” he quickly apparated to
their house to search for his sword. Harry had been taught how to apparate when he was 16 years
old. He had learned it under 12 days of constant training, faster if not for Sirius telling him horror
stories about apparation splinching and a warning that there was no competent medi-wizard to help
him pull through if something happened. Harry was now proud to say that he was an accomplished
apparator…as long as he was calm anyway. There was an incident that left him in the middle of a
bandit group when he was training, but thankfully the bandits were too shocked (and terrified) to do
anything. At that time he was asked to apparate in a ranger camp 50 km from the city, using Sirius’
magical signature (who at the time was accompanying the rangers) as a guideline.

The wizards’ apparation and ability to make portkey were godsend for the rangers, but their
capabilities were limited. Apparation couldn’t be used for transporting a large number of people and
both apparition and portkey are useless if they didn’t know their landing target unless they wanted
accidents to happen. There was also the long distance problem. Creating long distanced portkey
was harder and required more power, the same happened to apparation.

After Harry found his sword and sheathed it back, he went back to Ulras City. “When will we
depart?” the young man asked Doran who had jumped when he unexpectedly apparate in front of
him.

“By Valar, how many times I told you to not do that in front of me!” Doran put his hand above his
chest exasperatedly.

“The same amount of the time I told you that I wouldn’t know where you were when I apparated in,”
he replied good-naturedly with a small smile.

The brown haired man rolled his eyes at the answer. “You brat,” he muttered fondly. “As for when
we depart, it’ll be in 2 hours. Make sure you don’t forget anything,” he left Harry afterwards to check
for their preparation.

“Hey, Sirius, you better make it faster. We’ll depart in 2 hours,” The Boy-Who-Lived stated. The
Grim animagus winced as he took a look at the arrays of unshrunken goods. “Don’t worry, you don’t
need to shrink all of them, just the big ones,” Harry shrank a catapult.

Narda picked up the shrunken catapult and commented, “It looks more like a model figure rather
than a true catapult,” he commented, as he took a look at the mini catapult. Harry laughed, agreeing
with his older by 6 months friend.

Two hours later an exhausted Sirius leaned on his mount. “I need a god damn break!” he muttered,
not looking forward to ride the horse for hours already. It was unfortunate for the wizards that since
the rangers knew about their shrinking charms, they didn’t just bring basic needs, but also a whole
load of medicines, herbs, clothes, foods, drinks, weapons, etc. It looked more like as if they were
migrating instead of going to battle. “If there is another thing to be shrunk, I’ll pass,” he stated,
failing to mount his horse because of magic depletion.

“You sure you’ll be okay, Sirius?”

“Does it look like I’m okay?” the Head of Black family asked grouchily, as he stared at his godson in
annoyance.

“Well nope. But if you want to, I can bring you to the first encampment with my animagus form. We
had never gone to this intended place before so apparation and portkey are out of question. But I’ll
need a guide so we don’t get lost,” he offered. “Our horses can travel alongside the cavalry.”
“Hey, you know what, that’s a good idea,” Sirius perked up.

“Doran, I’m going to go to the first encampment with Sirius first,” he yelled to the ranger, before he
transformed into a magnificent black dragon. The beast wasn’t a known dragon on his world, so
they practically knew nothing of it when he transformed, assuming that perhaps it was an extinct
dragon. His dragon form had a slim and sleek body that was built for agility. His scale was thinner
than some other dragons, since the dragon was built to evade rather than to endure attack. Arrows,
swords and most spells didn’t work on his scales, but a blunt brute force would be able to wound
the dragon. There was a horn on his snot that Remus predicted was used like rhino’s horn,
ramming into the opponents.

Another weapon of the dragon was his lightning ball. The attack could be done many times in fast
pace, but unlike fire breathing dragon, it couldn’t breathe lightning. He was able to do something
that Harry later called as charge shot though (Sirius’ suggestion to call it super duper awesome
lightning bolt was rejected). It was the same as lightning ball, but instead of releasing the attack as
soon as possible, he’d wait for 20 seconds before releasing it, creating a lightning ball 3 times
bigger and more devastating. It seemed like fast, but for a dragon which relied on speed the attack
had its disadvantage, as he couldn’t fly when did the attack, giving his opponents to attack him.
They found out Harry couldn’t hold out more than 20 seconds.

Harry stretched his wings before he nodded to Sirius. The man climbed him and Harry immediately
flapped his wings and rose from the ground. With a last roar he took off.

“I still can’t believe he can turn into a dragon of all things,” Narda muttered.

“Well, they did say that the dragons on their world weren’t evil like in our world. They’re just simply a
beast with predator instinct and could be actually tamed,” he had remembered how surprised and
frightened they were when Harry showed them his animagus form for the first time. Thankfully Harry
had trained his inner beast form, so he didn’t attack them in instinct. They had heard that he almost
ate Sirius when he first transformed.

(Flashback)

“Okay, stop here. This place is good for the animagus first transformation. It is quiet far away from
the city, so if you turn out to be a predator, we’ll be able to subdue before you reach the city,” he
nodded to Sirius and the man transformed into his big grim form. “Now incase you have a jumpy
form—”

“What do you mean jumpy? I’m not jumpy!” Harry protested.

“Well, you seem paranoid enough to me, pup,” Sirius commented with a grin.

Harry rolled his eyes. “As if you can tell me that. You’re more paranoid than me!”

“Anywaaayyy,” Remus cut off with a scowl. “Just incase, alright?” the young man nodded. “I’ll create
a magical cage around us. This way if your form is small enough…as long as you’re not a bug, of
course, and you try to run away from instinct, the cage won’t let you do that. Searching for you will
be a hard task,” Harry pouted. The werewolf then muttered incantation and waved his wand,
erecting a ten meters diameter cage. “Alright, Harry, here we go!”

Harry clenched his fist, getting excited of his form. He closed his eyes, hearing his former teacher
mutter something incorrigible and long.

Sirius wagged his tail, unable to hide his excitation. He watched as the spell was launched. He
blinked when he saw no jet of light shoot out of the wand and wondered if Remus got the spell
wrong. But a second later a soft blue glow enveloped Harry’s body. The body stiffened and then
started to change. Black scales started to appear from his hand, causing Sirius to worry that his
godson’s form was that of a snake, but Harry’s nails grew longer and sharper before it his hands
turned into claws. Since snake had no hand, he quickly shot down the thought. Next, Harry’s nose
turned into snout and from his back, a pair of bat-like wings grew. Sirius’ stomach fluttered with
dread, hoping that Harry didn’t turn out to be what he was thinking. As his body turned larger, his
form was clearer.

Sirius and Remus watched, stunned, as they saw a dragon replaced Harry. An unknown kind of
dragon no less. Padfoot’s wagging tail dropped jadedly and was tucked between his legs. The grim
backed away slowly.

Padfoot whined and sent a we’re-in-deep-shit look at a still stunned Remus, who was staring at the
dragon with his mouth open. Both froze when the dragon’s eyes opened, revealing two slitted
emerald orbs. There was intelligence behind the eyes…but they saw no recognition there. Baaaddd
news.

“Uh oh,” Remus commented. They had never anticipated that Harry’s form would be a big one. The
magical web was strained before it collapsed quickly.

You’re saying? Padfoot commented sarcastically, but to Remus it was heard as a soft bark. We are
definitely screwed. The only one who is going to subdue will be Harry, not us His shoulder sagged.
Getting killed by your cousin is one thing, but getting eaten by your own godson is another. I so do
not want to be eaten. That jaws looks… Sirius gulped, big and sharp. Ugh, and I haven’t even
gotten laid ever since I broke out of Azkaban too! Harry’s godfather thought in regret. His standing
ears dropped lifelessly at such horrible prospect.

The dragon attention turned to Padfoot, ignoring Remus. Sirius was cursing inwardly, wondering
why he always got the rotten luck. If he died he’d chew those valars for not taking this thing into
account. Their journey wasn’t even started yet!

The black dragon walked until his face was in front of the grim. He sniffed the big dog that looked
small compared to his size, and tilted its head in an adorable confused look. Sirius was relieved
inwardly, at least he didn’t feel threatened by their presences. That was until Harry opened his jaw
widely, revealing his set of sharp fangs. He would have been swallowed if he didn’t regain his wits
and dashed away.

The dragon blinked and watched his newest toy ran away and grew angry. He stretched his wings
and flapped them, rising to the air, before he flew in a dash, following Padfoot.

“Uh oh, this is not good,” Remus stayed root on his place, knowing better than to run and attracted
Harry’s attention on him. He apparated into the forest, knowing that Sirius would go there to avoid
Harry’s chase. The forest was thick and it would be hard for Harry to enter it to search him.
“SIRIUS? Where are you?”

“I’m here, Remus,” there was a rustle from the bush behind him and from it a panting Sirius came.
“Did I manage to loose him?” he nervously looked around him. The branches on the trees above
them were parted. The wind was blowing hard, caused by the beating wings. “Oh, no.”

“Relax, Sirius. He won’t be able to enter it. His body is too big.” There was a growl of annoyance,
coming from the angry dragon.

“I’ll be okay after we are safe, tucked in the bed. Let’s apparate!”

“But what about Harry? We have to help him regain his mind back! What if he attacks the villages
around him? People will try to hunt him!” Remus protested.
“Oh, alright. Man, being a hero is hard,” he moaned. Before they could discuss what they should do,
they heard a sizzling earsplitting sound from above. “What’s that?” he asked in dread. His answer
came the next second as the forest in front of the two wizards was blown up and they were thrown
backwards because of the force.

When they cleared their heads and looked around them they gaped at the once was forest. It was
now a crater, with burning broken trees stuck out here and there. The two gulped and looked up.
There was a crackle of lightning around the dragon’s mouth.

“Helping him to regain his mind you say? It will be hard enough to stay alive as it is!” The dragon
flew down to the ‘clearing’. “Uh, Remus, can you fight him in your werewolf form?” Sirius asked
carefully at his friend.

Remus sent him a you’re-kidding-me look. “I doubt I’ll be able to fight him even if I’m in my werewolf
form.” Remus found out in an accident that he was able to change into his counterpart at will and
with his mind still intact half a year ago. They had thought that the valars just made the beast docile
before.

(Memory in Flashback)

Harry was training with Narda when Doran barged in with a peculiar face.

“Harry, come with me. Sirius and Remus are here,” he said.

“What? But shouldn’t they still in our home, away from here?” Even though he knew that Remus
wouldn’t transform into a werewolf because it was noon, the man should be weak after the
transformation and thus stayed on their house.

“Indeed, but the fact is they are here right now. And they said they would tell me what happened
after you were there,” Harry turned to Narda who shrugged. The black haired boy sighed and
followed the ranger into his house.

Harry found Remus was chatting with Sirius lively. He didn’t seem to be tired at all after his
transformation. Both men stopped their talk after they noticed he was there. “What’re you doing
here? It’s not 3 days yet,” he asked concernedly.

“Well, the truth is Remmie here (“Excuse me!”) didn’t transform at all last night,” Sirius said
offhandedly, as if discussing weather.

“What?” the others shouted simultaneously.

“But-but yesterday was full moon!”

“Yes, we already knew that, pup. We spent our time gazing at the moon in confusion last night. I
first thought that those Valars had cured him, but— ”

“I still can feel the beast inside me. He’s still alive. I don’t feel any rage coming from him and he-you
might thing I’m crazy, is docile…at least for now,” Remus butted in, his nose scrunched as if he
didn’t believe it himself.

The silence in the room was deafening.

“…Perhaps it’s because you’re not in your world and the moon here doesn’t affect you,” Doran
suggested.

“Probably,” Harry stared at the werewolf.

“That’s good news then,” Narda butted in, his face was smiling.

“…Does that mean I’m safe to return home?” Sirius’ godson asked.

“Nah, it will be better that you stay here during the full moon in case Moony turned feral. We’ll check
up on it first,” Harry nodded in understanding. Sirius and Remus went back to Marauder’s Cave
afterwards.

For the next 2 days they observed Remus’ inner beast. There was nothing changed. The beast was
still docile as ever and didn’t fight for dominance, much to their relief.

(End Memory)

Imagine their surprise when 3 months later during the orc hunt Remus changed into a werewolf in
rage when he saw the body of lifeless girl eaten by a group of orc. The rangers were frozen when
they saw their friend turned into a beast who threw himself to the orcs who were looking around
them in confusion and dread when they heard Remus’ furious howl. That night the rangers didn’t do
anything but watched as Remus tore all the orcs. Harry and Sirius were ready to stun Remus, while
the rangers were preparing their tranquilizer induced arrow, when Moony changed back into his
human form and cried as he took the body of the dead child on his hold.

With practice they found out that Remus could change into his werewolf form at will even when it
wasn’t full moon and still retained his mind, although his ability to perform magic was severely
reduced. His beast form was half bigger and stronger than his former form. They wondered if it had
something to do with the valars.

Well right now they needed those valars’ help before dragon Harry ate them.

They didn’t want to hurt Harry (though they wondered if they even could hurt him at all), but they
also couldn’t let him hurting others. Harry would feel guilty and depressed if that ever happened. It
would be disaster.

The dragon’s emerald eyes glinted and he lunged into the two humans with his jaw opened.
“HARRY STOOPPP!!” Sirius cried out and closed his eyes in fright, his hands covered his face.
Sirius blinked when he felt nothing. Peeking out, he hoped that Harry didn’t eat Remus or anything
like that. He gulped when he found dragon Harry’s face was still in front of him, but his jaw wasn’t
opened. The green eyes stared at him in confusion as they narrowed.

It seemed that his name jogged his memory.

Good. They were just one step away from being devoured.

“Harry, please remember us. It’s me Sirius!” the Boy-Who-Lived’s godfather pleaded. “Your
godfather, remember?”

Catching up, Remus said, “And I’m Remus, Harry. Remember your third year at Hogwarts?” the
dragon blinked when he heard the name of the school. “You’re human, Harry,” the dragon tilted his
head. “That’s right. You’re human, not a dragon…whatever your kind is,” he muttered the last part
to himself, “This is just your animagus form. You don’t want to hurt us, Harry. Fight your instinct!”
there was a flicker of recognition on his eyes before it disappeared. He still didn’t recognize them.

Damn

Before they could run away dragon Harry moved so fast and bit his robes, pulling him closer. Sirius
wagged his hands furiously, trying to escape. Remus was ready to transform when dragon Harry
licked his face, covering him with his slobber. Sirius fainted, thinking that his godson was eating
him. A good thing too, because dragon Harry was playing with the unconscious body of Sirius,
sniffing his scent and basically studying him.

“Ah…” said Remus in realization. It seemed that when the dragon opened his jaw the first time he
didn’t try to eat him, but to study him. This kind of dragon must have strong curiousity. Kinda like
Harry actually in that way. So of course he was mad when his ‘toy’ escaped him. Remus looked up
when he saw dragon Harry’s face was looming above him. “Oh no no no no no!” he tried to back
away, but was immediately dragged by the curious black dragon. “I’m gonna kill Harry after this…
this sheer humiliation!” Remus’ shout was muffled by another licking.

The two wizards spent their night at the forest with the dragon, covered by the slimy drool. When
the next morning came Harry (who didn’t remember of yesterday’s event) was already
retransformed back into human and were quite surprised to see his only people from his world
looked as if they threw themselves into a slime swamp glaring at him with such irritation. The next
week was quite hell for Harry as Remus and Sirius got their revenge by increasing the level of his
training. In retaliation Harry told the rangers about Sirius’ and Remus’ slobbery incident. The two
had become an object of joke for 2 weeks before it settled down.

Remus was checking the inventory when he heard the dragon’s roar. He peeked his head out of the
room and watched as dragon Harry took off. “Where are they going to?” he asked Doran.

“To the first camp. Sirius is too tired to ride horse for long.”

“But they don’t know the place. What if they get lost?”

“Don’t worry, 5 other rangers are with them. They’ll guide him and settle the camp for us. Are you
finished with the inventory yet?”

“Give me half an hour!” Remus shouted back. Doran nodded and with his son, Narda, they went to
check the others.

An hour later all was prepared and they were ready to depart. Remus sat on the back of his brown
(and docile) horse, beside him was Shade, Harry’s stallion, and six other horses for the rangers and
Sirius who had gone first to the designated camp.

“Let’s go!” the rangers followed their leader, leaving their home behind them to face the long
awaited (but unwanted) war.