Harry Potter and the Heart of Gondor

Prologue

There was supposed to be a Final Battle at Hogwarts. There was supposed to be hardly any casualties on our side of the war. There was supposed to be a huge showdown between Harry and Voldemort. Everyone was supposed to celebrate at the end.

It shouldn't have happened.

Instead of a Final Battle; instead of barely any casualties; instead of a huge showdown; instead of a large celebration; instead, there was a massacre of the light side. Voldemort had had more people than we thought, more werewolves, vampires, giants, goblins, foreign wizards, heck, even more spells than us. We were outnumbered, outmatched, and within it all, but one person turned the tide of the war, with his own bare hands; figuratively speaking. Me. My name is Harry Potter, and this is my story on how I came to be in Middle Earth, how I came to find a family, a love, and the true meaning of honour.