Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Lord of the Rings. Also, a certain part of this is pretty much directly out of the Order of the Phoenix. You'll know which part it is when you get to it, believe me! I certainly don't own those words either, and I'd never claim them. If Harry Potter were my story, the chances are high you wouldn't find them anywhere!
Chapter 38: In the World of Wizards
It was now June, and Harry and his friends found themselves in trouble once more. Harry had a dream when he fell asleep during his History of Magic O.W.L., that Sirius Black, his godfather, was being tortured by Voldemort in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. Apparently Voldemort wanted Sirius to get the special weapon for him.
Harry immediately went to Ron and Hermione so that they could rescue Sirius. It had taken a lot of convincing, a disastrous trip to Umbridge's office to use Floo Powder to check and see if Sirius had really gone, getting caught by Umbridge herself and having to lose her in the Forbidden Forest, which was filled with murderous centaurs and Hagrid's half-brother Grawp, before they had finally found a group of thestrals and were on their way. Ginny and their friends Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood had come along too.
But Harry had made a terrible mistake. The dream hadn't been real at all, it was actually a trap to lure Harry to the Department of Mysteries so that he would be able to get the weapon, a prophecy of some sort. Now they were trapped in a room full of Death Eaters, trying to come up with a way to escape, especially Hermione.
We need help, she thought, How can I call for help? Then it hit her. Of course, my elven brooch! It's a good thing I still have it with me! She slowly reached into her robes, and her fingers brushed against it. Immediately she started thinking, Someone help! We're all trapped in the Department of Mysteries by Death Eaters, and I'm afraid they're going to kill us if we don't give them this prophecy soon! In her panic, that was the best message she could think of.
The rest of the Fellowship of the Ring was having a little reunion in Rivendell. Suddenly everyone sat up straight. "Did you here that?" asked Aragorn.
"It sounded like Hermione!" said Merry frowning, "She's not here is she?"
"She's using the brooch!" cried Sam, "I remember her using it before! But it's so faint…I don't know why!"
"Perhaps she's in her own world?" asked Legolas.
"Wherever she is, it sounds like she's in trouble," said Frodo, "We have to help her!"
"What are Death Eaters?" asked Pippin.
"Servants of the dark lord in their world," said Aragorn, "Harry told me about them." He suddenly grew pale. "Do you think they've done something to Harry?"
"Who cares?" said Gimli, "All I know is that our friends are in danger, and we're wasting time here! Let's go!"
"But Hermione said not to use the portal!" cried Sam.
"What do you think Gandalf?" asked Frodo, "You haven't said anything yet."
Gandalf was puffing his pipe. "I think we are in their debt, and it would be wrong to ignore a call for help," he said. Without further ado, he got up and reached for his staff.
"I'm in then," said Merry, getting up.
"Me too," said Pippin, getting out his dagger. The others agreed and followed suit.
They all dashed into the library, where Elrond was reading. "What is it?" he asked, looking up.
"Where is the portal?" gasped Aragorn.
Elrond looked at him in surprise. "Over there," he replied.
"Thank you, Lord Elrond," said Gandalf, nodding, "We won't be long."
"But where are you going?" asked Elrond, "Not Harry's world, surely?"
"They have called for help," explained Legolas, "We have no choice but to answer." Without another word they ran into the portal.
Thousands of miles away, in Diagon Alley, Fred and George were about to close up shop. Suddenly they both jumped and looked at each other. "Did you hear something?" asked Fred.
"Yeah," said George, "It almost sounded like Hermione, calling for help!"
They looked at each other.
"Well? Should we go?" asked Fred.
"I dunno," said George, frowning, "It sounded like Hermione, but it could be a trap…"
"If it's Umbridge, she'll be sorry she ever tried it," said Fred firmly.
"All right," said George, "Let's get the stuff ready. We're going back to Hogwarts to do a little investigating!"
"Where are we?" asked Pippin.
They were lying in a brightly lit room. It was empty except for the portal, and a table with eight robes on it. "What are those?" asked Frodo.
Gandalf tried on one of the long black ones. It fit him perfectly. "Put these on," he ordered, passing them around.
"Strange clothes these wizards wear," muttered Gimli.
They all stepped outside cautiously and looked around. The hallway was empty. They crept along, weapons hidden but ready.
As they walked along the corridors, they spotted children running around, talking excitedly about exams being finished, casting curious looks at the newcomers, but nobody asked questions, until they went down a flight of steps, searching for their magical friends everywhere. They were in the middle of a corridor when a man with greasy black hair, a long black cloak, and a self-satisfied smirk emerged from some steps that looked to lead to somewhere dark and gloomy, like a dungeon. He stopped and stared at the Fellowship.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"We are friends of Professor Dumbledore's," said Gandalf, coming up with a quick lie based on what Harry had told him in the past, "We've come to pay him a visit. Could you direct us to his office?"
Students everywhere were really staring now. The man looked at them suspiciously. "Dumbledore is not here," he said slowly, "He has been replaced by Dolores Umbridge. But surely, being Dumbledore's friends, you already knew this?"
Alarmed, Gandalf said quickly, "Well, we did wonder why he stopped contacting us. After a few months, we grew worried that he might be in danger and decided to come here and find out."
"A most interesting story," the man sneered, "But you have failed to tell me exactly who you are and how you know Dumbledore…"
"You first," said Merry suddenly. In his growing impatience, the words had slipped out.
The man glared at him. "I am Professor Severus Snape," he said quietly, "Although I don't see why it's any of your business…"
"Where are Fred and George?" asked Pippin suddenly. He too was getting impatient.
"The Weasley twins?" asked Snape in surprise, "They're gone too. They left the school months ago."
"They did?" asked Pippin, now feeling awkward. Things seemed to be going from bad to worse.
"Well," said Gandalf, "I suppose we shall be going now!"
"I suppose you shall," said Snape.
"Wait!" Aragorn blurted out, "Do you know where we can find Harry Potter?"
"I have no idea where he is," said Snape calmly, "But I believe he and his friends are on some sort of wild-goose chase to London."
"What do you mean?" hissed Aragorn, "Where's that?"
"You don't know where London is?" asked Snape, now sounding amused, and intrigued, in a creepy sort of way. "Most interesting…however, Potter had a dream that his godfather was trapped in the Department of Mysteries by the Dark Lord. You do know who the Dark Lord is, don't you?"
"Yes I know that much!" snapped Aragorn, "Please, this is urgent! Get to the point!"
"So…" drawled Snape, "You were not here for Dumbledore, but for Potter. Doubtless you found asking for Dumbledore more impressive. But Potter is headed for a trap. He is going to the Department of Mysteries, where the Death Eaters will probably be waiting."
"But we must tell someone!" cried Aragorn.
"I am on my way to alert the Order," said Snape calmly, "Go, if you wish. But it's not necessary. They will put a stop to it, you mark my words. And then you may have your chat with Potter." With a swish of his cloak, he was gone. By now people were starting to steer clear of this corridor that was causing such an unusual scene. They didn't want anything to spoil their happiness now that exams were over and they could all focus on relaxing.
Aragorn felt sick. "What are we going to do?" he moaned.
Legolas was staring at the place where Snape had been standing moments before. "I don't trust him at all," he said firmly.
"He said he was going to get help," said Sam.
"I don't believe him," replied Legolas flatly, "I know what Harry told me about him, but if he's really on their side, he should be a bit more concerned about Harry's well-being, no matter how much they hate each other."
"But what can we do?" asked Gimli, "We don't know where this Department of Mysteries is!"
"That's another thing," said Frodo, "If that man can't be trusted, why did he tell us where to find Harry?"
"He never gave us instructions," argued Legolas, "He just told us where they were. I think he had some idea already that we would have no idea where to start looking."
"We're wasting time!" cried Merry, "We need to find someone who can show us where to go to save Harry!"
"But we don't have anyone here who can help us!" said Aragorn frantically.
"I can think of some people who can help us," said Pippin, who was staring out a nearby window, "They're coming up to the castle right now."
"Who Pippin?" asked Frodo in confusion.
Pippin turned to face the others, a wide, eager grin spreading over his face. "Fred and George."
Fred and George had Apparated to Hogsmeade and were now racing as fast as they could across the wide lawn to Hogwarts. By the time they had gotten into the Entrance Hall they were out of breath.
"Where…to?" panted Fred.
"No…idea…" gasped George.
There was a stunned silence, and then the Hall burst into cheers. Everyone there was welcoming the prankster heroes back!
Fred and George waved and then started up the marble steps. They had just gotten up to the first floor when they heard eager shouts coming from the corridor.
"Blimey…" whispered Fred, "Is that…"
"I think we've been working too hard at the shop Fred," said George.
Merry and Pippin were racing happily towards the twins. The rest of the Fellowship was following, looking more relieved and grim than excited.
"How've you been?" asked Merry, "That Snape said you'd left!"
"We did," said Fred, "We'll tell you all about it, but right now we need to find Hermione because…is this real or am I dreaming?"
"You're not dreaming!" said Pippin gleefully, "We're really here; Hermione called us on her elven brooch!"
"So that's what we heard," said George.
"You heard it too?" asked Merry.
"Sure we did," said Fred, "Why did you think we were here?"
By now, the others had caught up. Aragorn wasted no time, but demanded, "Fred, George, do you know where the Department of Mysteries is?"
"Sure, it's in London, at the Ministry of Magic," said George, "So Hermione really is stuck?"
"Yes, we think she, Harry, Ron, and Ginny are in trouble, Snape told us Harry was being lured there by Death Eaters, or something like that," said Frodo.
"Wow," said Fred, "How'd that happen?"
"We don't know, something about a dream, Snape said he was going to tell the Order, what's that?" asked Sam.
"It's a group of wizards that fight Voldemort," hissed George, "But you can't talk so loud! Anybody can hear you!"
"Sorry," mumbled Sam.
"How can we get there?" asked Gandalf.
Fred groaned. "That's the tricky part," he said, "We can't set up a Portkey, or use Floo Powder without getting caught, and you lot can't Apparate, and it'd take too long with brooms, how'd they get themselves to the Department of Mysteries, that's what I'd like to know!"
They all thought for a moment. It was certainly a pressing problem.
"I suppose we could try making a Portkey," said George, "We know how to do it, we've just never done it before, and I wouldn't want to mess up now, considering…"
"Come on, we've never given up with that sort of sorry excuse in mind, and we're not going to start now!" said Fred firmly, "One of you grab a random object and we'll be on our way."
"What's a Portkey?" asked Gimli.
"You'll see," said Fred.
They looked around, and then Sam wandered into an empty classroom, where he found an old book.
"That'll do," said George, "Right," he closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating hard, "Portus!"
The book glowed blue, wobbled, and then lay still.
"I…I think we did it!" exclaimed George.
"Don't celebrate yet," said Aragorn, who was very tense.
"All right," said Fred, "Everyone put a hand on the book…"
Everyone crowded around it.
"Three, two, one…" Everyone was suddenly spinning around, banging into each other, until they landed in a dark, windowless hallway.
"Hey, it worked!" cried Fred.
"Where are we?" asked Legolas softly.
"I think we're just outside the Department of Mysteries," whispered George, "We've been to the Ministry of Magic loads of times with Dad, since he works here. But we've never actually been in here before!"
"Come on," said Aragorn, "We'd better try that door."
Suddenly they heard something that sounded like a small explosion, someone falling down stairs, and wicked laughter. "I'll go through first," said Gandalf, and he opened the door, staff at the ready.
They were in a circular room lit by blue candles and filled with doors. Black-robed, masked people were swarming through one of them. "Death Eaters," gasped Fred. They heard him and turned around. Immediately some of them started firing spells in the Fellowship's direction, only to have them blocked by a white light coming from Gandalf's staff.
There was silence, and then one of the Death Eaters, thinking he recognized Gandalf screamed, "DUMBLEDORE!" They all fled into the nearby room and slammed the door.
Instantly the room began spinning very fast. Some of the group cried out in shock and fright as the wall settled. They were lost.
"Wh-what happened?" asked Pippin.
"I'm not sure," said George, "Let's try one of these doors."
He walked over and opened one, and Neville Longbottom fell out. "Neville!" he gasped, "What are you doing here?"
"Is dat Fred, or George?" he asked, squinting in the dark light. Up close, George could see his nose was broken.
"We're both here," said Fred.
"Who are dey?" asked Neville.
"Long story," replied George, "Why are you here?"
"Dat one's even longer," replied Neville, "I need help. Harry just lured the Death Eaters away, Ginny and Luna are hurt, look."
"Ginny!" cried Pippin, rushing over to her.
"Pippin?" she gasped.
"What happened to you?" asked Aragorn.
"Oh, you know, getting into trouble as usual!"
"Faramir will not be disappointed," said Gandalf with a twinkle in his eye.
"Who's this?" called Legolas, leaning over the figure of an unconscious girl.
"That's Luna," said Ginny, "She got knocked out as you can see, but I think she'll be alright."
"We should get you both out of here," said Legolas, picking Luna up easily.
"What's wrong with Ron!" exclaimed Gimli. Ron was giggling and wrapped in the tentacles of what looked like a brain.
"He got addacked by a brain," said Neville.
"And Hermione!" cried Frodo.
"She got hit by a spell, I don't know what, but she's alive," said Neville.
"Let me see," said Gandalf. He made a slashing movement with his staff, and the brain's coils came loose.
"Hey," giggled Ron, "I'm free! Thanks a lot mister, or are you Gandalf? Or Dumbledore? You both look alike, ha ha ha…"
"He went funny," said Ginny, "I don't know what's wrong with him!"
"I can fix this," said Fred, "Stupefy!" Ron went limp. "That'll hold him till we can get him to Madam Pomfrey."
"Fred!" she groaned.
"Please," said Aragorn, "We have to go save Harry! Which way do we go to find him?"
At that moment, one of the doors swung open. "That was efficient," said George. Then they all charged through.
Harry was trapped on a stone dais, his back facing an old stone archway with a veil hanging from it. A small glass ball, the prophecy, was clutched in his hand. The Death Eaters were laughing. "Just give it to us," Lucius Malfoy was saying, "Just hand it over now…" Suddenly he screamed in pain. An arrow was sticking out of his shoulder.
Everyone whirled around. Harry decided he must be hallucinating; there was no way this was happening.
The arrow had come from Legolas, who had his bow still raised. Fred and George were jumping down the stairs, firing spells, Merry and Pippin at their heels. Gandalf too, was wielding his staff. Flashes of white light were hitting some of the unsuspecting Death Eaters.
Fred and George immediately began dueling as many Death Eaters as possible. It was like trying to catch a wave, one minute they were there, the next they had Disapparated to another part of the room. Gimli was trying to deflect spells with his strong axe. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin were dodging the spells and trying to stab at the Death Eaters with their daggers. Legolas continued firing his bow from a safe distance.
Meanwhile, Aragorn had made his way through the brawl to Harry. "Are you alright?" he demanded.
"Yeah," gasped Harry, "What are you doing here!"
"We came to help you," replied Aragorn, "Hermione summoned us with her brooch."
"Good old Hermione," said Harry, "I never would've thought of that!"
"Let's get you all back to your school," said Aragorn, but at that moment there was a commotion as Sirius, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt entered the room and started dueling.
"Who are they?" asked Aragorn.
"Members of the Order of the Phoenix," said Harry, "That one there, he's my godfather, Sirius Black."
Aragorn glanced at him, nodded approvingly, and then started sheltering Harry through the battle that was taking place. On the way they were first met by Legolas, who said that he, Fred, and George were going to get the others to Hogwarts as quickly as possible, then by Lupin.
"Who are these people Harry?" he asked, thoroughly bewildered, "I thought they might be enemies, until that little man over there with the axe saved my life by cutting down that one man, that Mulciber, before he hit me with what was probably going to be an Unforgivable!"
"That would be Gimli," said Harry, "He's a dwarf. They're all friends, trust me. I'll explain later."
"A dwarf?" Harry heard Lupin mutter, but he didn't ask for further details, and instead went right back into the battle.
They didn't have too much trouble after that, until they got to the middle of the steps. A particularly large Death Eater suddenly lunged at the two friends, knocking them to the ground, and the prophecy went flying out of Harry's hand. "Aragorn!" he yelled, "Catch it!"
It was wildly out of reach, and Aragorn missed. The prophecy smashed on the steps, a pearly-white figure revolved in the pieces, saying something that no one could hear over the din.
The Death Eater let out an agonized roar and tried to get close enough to here it, but Harry grabbed a hold of his legs and brought him crashing down. Now angry, the Death Eater whipped around and pinned Harry to the ground, trying to squeeze him to death.
Aragorn came running up from behind, and with surprising strength, grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him against the nearby wall, keeping his sword ready. "Tell the rest of your friends," he hissed, "One more wrong move towards him in front of me, and I will personally see to it that you are done in!" The Death Eater gasped and nodded. Aragorn let go, and the man fell to the floor, unconscious. His mask slipped off. It was Macnair.
"How'd you do that?" gasped Harry.
"I learned a few tricks from the rangers and the elves," he replied, "Now hurry! We're wasting too much time."
Harry looked up and gasped. "Dumbledore!"
"Dumbledore?" asked Aragorn, bewildered. Sure enough, the headmaster of Hogwarts and the greatest wizard in the world was standing in the doorway, looking furious.
"It's Dumbledore," said Harry, weak with relief, "We're saved!"
Mostly everyone else had seen him too. The Death Eaters were scrambling around trying to escape, shouting in confusion. They had been pretty certain that Gandalf was Dumbledore, since he was an old powerful wizard. Now there were two of them? It made no sense!
Only Sirius and his cousin, the infamous escaped convict, Bellatrix Lestrange, were still fighting by the archway. Bellatrix had just fired a Stunning spell but missed, and Sirius was laughing, "Come on, you can do better than that!"
The next jet of light hit him squarely in the chest.
Aragorn watched, uncomprehendingly, as Harry started to jump down the steps toward his godfather.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch…
Aragorn blinked. Sirius was gone. What had happened? He turned to Harry, hoping for an explanation, but Harry was gone too. He had run down the last set of steps yelling, "SIRIUS! SIRIUS!"
"Harry?" he called, completely confused. He watched as Lupin grabbed him before he could run in, as Harry suddenly began to struggle wildly screaming, "HE IS NOT DEAD!"
No, thought Aragorn, That's impossible; how could he have died? He just went through that arch, what happened?
He ran up to Lupin, who was still trying to restrain Harry. "What happened?" he asked.
"He just went through!" gasped Harry, "We can still save him, because he's not dead…"
Lupin had a pained expression on his face. "He is dead," he said softly.
"No…he's…not!" roared Harry.
"How could he have died?" asked Aragorn.
"That archway," said Lupin, "I don't really understand it; I suppose nobody really does, but I guess in the best sense it's like a portal, a portal that leads to death! The people who work in the Department of Mysteries study it all the time I believe."
Harry had stopped struggling. Aragorn tried to lay a comforting arm on his shoulder, but Harry shook it away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Aragorn looked stunned and hurt, and mumbled an apology.
"It's all right," replied Aragorn, "I understand."
No you don't! thought Harry, but he said nothing. Suddenly he heard a roar of pain, Kingsley had fallen, and Bellatrix was escaping. Without thinking clearly, he raced after her.
"Harry! NO!" yelled Aragorn.
"SHE KILLED SIRIUS!" he heard Harry screaming, "SHE KILLED HIM! I'LL KILL HER!"
"No!" Aragorn repeated, and ran after him. He was stopped by Gandalf.
"Don't follow!" he said.
"She'll kill him!" cried Aragorn.
"She won't," said Gandalf, slackening his grip, "Dumbledore will follow them."
"I'm not about to take that chance," replied Aragorn, and in a sudden movement he had jerked free and was running into the circular room. He heard a strange clattering noise, and followed the sound into an open door to his left. He saw an empty space in the wall at the end and went toward it. He stared for a few minutes, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn't jump down, of this he was certain. He looked up and could see nothing but darkness. Where had the noise come from?
Finally he saw a small button on the wall. Thinking it over, he decided to push it. As soon as he did, the clattering noise started up, and a golden platform came down. Aragorn stared at it, then got in. It immediately headed upwards. "The Atrium," a cool female voice suddenly rang out, and Aragorn gasped. It led him up to a hallway with a beautiful fountain in the center. He saw, to his horror, that Harry was trapped against a wall by a towering figure. He had no idea who it was, but he knew it was not Bellatrix, because she was lying a few feet away, shaking and sobbing. She looked up and saw him approaching the figure, sword raised.
The figure had raised his wand and pointed it at Harry's heart. He was speaking to him in an icy cold voice, but that meant nothing to Aragorn. All he knew was that his friend was in danger.
"MASTER, BEHIND YOU!" shrieked Bellatrix.
The man whipped around and shot a jet of red light towards Aragorn, who parried it with his sword. A deep, ringing noise issued when the spell hit it. They stared at each other.
Aragorn was panicking inside. The man before him was as pale as death, with red, snake-like eyes. He had heard so much about him from Harry to know right away it was Voldemort.
"That is a powerful, magic sword," whispered Voldemort, "I wonder…where did you get it? You are no wizard, or you would have attacked me with a wand…"
"Aragorn," gasped Harry, "Get away…it's Voldemort…you can't fight him…"
Voldemort laughed. "Smart advice Potter," he sneered, "You would do well to obey him Muggle, your sword will not to much against me…"
Aragorn lunged at him, intending to drive Anduril through his heart, but Voldemort stepped aside smoothly and attacked him with a slashing purple light. Once again the sword defended him, but it shook in Aragorn's hands, and he knew it was getting weaker. Instead he tried a different tactic, dodging the spells while slowly trying to lead Voldemort away from Harry. But it was no good. Voldemort was a Leglimens, he saw what Aragorn was doing, and sent a Killing Curse his way. Aragorn made to deflect it with Anduril, and…
The beautiful sword smashed into many pieces. It had taken the worst of the spell, leaving Aragorn dazed against the fountain.
Voldemort laughed and walked towards him slowly. "You lasted longer than I expected," he hissed, "Most impressive…it makes me wonder of your background…but no matter…Lord Voldemort got you in the end…"
"NO!" screamed Harry, and he got up and ran towards his friend, but Voldemort merely snapped his fingers and Bellatrix had leapt on top of him, pinning him to the ground and shrieking with maniacal laughter. "GET OFF!" he screamed, "NO! GET OFF! ARAGORN!"
Voldemort turned to him with a small smile. "You have only yourself to blame Potter," he said softly, "Associating with Muggles the way you do…"
Harry roared in fury and struggled wildly, but suddenly a blinding flash of white light came and threw Voldemort off his feet. "What the…" he gasped, "Dumbledore! And, another one?"
"No Tom," said Dumbledore, "Though you needn't feel bad, your Death Eaters made the same mistake. Gandalf and I aren't even related, although he appears to be an excellent wizard by all accounts."
"You shouldn't have come here," whispered Voldemort, "You continue to meddle in things that are not your concern…"
"On the contrary Tom, the endangerment of my students is very much my concern," said Dumbledore calmly, "And as Harry is a good friend of Gandalf's, it is not hard to see why he would be concerned…"
"Fools!" spat Voldemort, "Enlisting Muggles to help you in your cause! They are nothing against my Death Eaters!"
"Actually, I thought they did very well against your Death Eaters," said Gandalf, "One of them is seriously injured, but I imagine he will make a full recovery."
"Who got hurt?" asked Harry anxiously.
"Merry," said Gandalf, "But he'll be alright. Don't worry, Pippin is tending to him."
"I'm worried," said Harry.
"And now Bellatrix, I would ask you to stop crushing my student, or we shall have to hurt you," said Dumbledore.
"Hurt me?" asked Bellatrix scornfully, "Hurt me? You wouldn't dare!"
"I'm afraid we would," said Dumbledore gravely. Gandalf pointed his staff at her, she shrieked as though she had been burned, and Harry crawled over to Aragorn.
"Aragorn," he muttered desperately, "Wake up! Don't be dead too!"
Aragorn groaned and opened his eyes. "The statues are moving!" he cried with wide eyes.
Harry looked up. Sure enough, the statues on the Fountain of Magical Brethren were getting up and moving around. The wizard statue threw itself at Harry and Aragorn to protect them, the witch landed on Bellatrix, the house-elf and goblin stood off to the sides, and the centaur was galloping around the area.
Harry and Aragorn watched, wide-eyed, as Dumbledore and Gandalf battled Voldemort together. It seemed that as a team they could do no wrong, and Voldemort was slowly weakening. Suddenly he just Disapparated. Harry and Aragorn looked wildly around, Bellatrix screamed, and Dumbledore looked thoroughly alarmed.
"Where did he go?" asked Aragorn, "Harry? Harry!"
Harry had suddenly gone rigid, his eyes were as red as Voldemort, and he was saying in an icy cold voice, "Kill me now Dumbledore."
"HARRY? HARRY? GANDALF, DUMBLEDORE, COME QUICK! THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH HARRY!"
Both rushed over. "It is as I feared," whispered Dumbledore, "Voldemort is possessing him."
"No!" groaned Aragorn, "Harry, come back, please!" He looked almost feverish; he had never truly experienced something like this before, except with King Théoden. "Tolo dan!"
Gandalf reached down, put his hand on Harry's forehead, and began muttering under his breath. Slowly, Harry's breathing relaxed and his eyes turned green.
"Thank you," said Dumbledore, "Although I think Harry unconsciously helped to free himself."
"Of course he did," said Gandalf, "That is what made it easy."
"You must leave now," said Dumbledore, "Aurors will be here soon, and I don't want them to see you. Take this back," he waved his wand over a piece of one of the statues, and it glowed bright blue. "Hurry! The others have already gone to Hogwarts; I left instructions with Fred and George, who seemed to understand the situation best."
"Thank you," said Gandalf, "Come Aragorn." He grabbed the pieces of Anduril, muttered, "Lord Elrond will not want to hear about this!" and had to drag Aragorn away from Harry. A single touch of the Portkey, and they were gone.
A small pop came. Voldemort was back. He grabbed Bellatrix. "This isn't the end Dumbledore," he hissed furiously.
"I dare say it isn't Tom," said Dumbledore mournfully, "But I look forward to the day when it is."
Voldemort snarled at him and Disapparated. From the far end of the room, Aurors had begun to appear, and they all pointed at Voldemort and babbled in shock and horror.
Dumbledore turned back to Harry, who was just waking up. He would send the boy back to his office, and then, he had some explaining to do…
A/N: "Tolo dan" means "come back".