Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has anything to do with Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings. Though it would be pretty cool if I did. All recognizable characters belong to their respective authors et al, the rest of the ideas came from my own mind.

AN: Just looking to gauge some interest and see how this story might be received. It's my first time writing a LotR fanfic.

A Harry Potter/ Lord of the Rings Crossover fiction.

The Prologue

Midgaard, Oct 31st.

"Avada Kedavra." With the utterance of those two ugly, terrifying words a bolt of brilliant green light shot towards the young occupant of the white wooden crib in the corner of the room. The occupants eyes, the same brilliant jade green, widened in terror before the light struck the forehead of the toddler clutching the wooden spindles of his crib. The moment after the light of that terrible curse struck there was a flash of blindingly bright white and when it cleared the room was empty of any living thing. The self proclaimed Dark Lord Voldemort's body had fallen to the floor and was slowly turning into ash. And the white wooden crib stood there, totally empty, silently damning. For that night more than one prophecy came to pass.

Middle Earth

On that same night in a realm not so different from our own, and yet so very far away, a wandering old man stopped to eye the night sky. He was garbed completely in grey from the tip of his tall pointed hat to the tips of his pointed boots. In one hand he held a tall, gnarled wooden staff, topped with a gem of some sort. Puzzlement knotted his grey brow as he attempted to remember what it was about this particular nights sky that had drawn his attention. Something niggled at the back of his mind, something he'd read long ago in the dusty tomes within the belly of Isengard.

A particularly bright shooting star admist the myriad of stars shooting across that nights sky caught his attention for a minute before, with a shake of his head, he resumed picking his way across the rocky countryside. Had he watched that star a bit longer he might have seen the flash of white that accompanied that star alone hitting the earth. Instead he was mumbling to himself about the rising darkness as he made his way on his journey.

Two figures clad in blue did not share their distant friend's preoccupation. They remembered well the words that they had read so long ago.

Among to the ground of Middle Earth will fall

In a flash of brilliant white light admist the shooting stars

The one without whose aid Middle Earth shall fall.

The loss of his family will send him flying

Here to reside until such time as our evil is gone

Whence he must return to his own land trying

His people to save with the knowledge here gained.

When they saw the flash of white the taller of the two men sighed heavily. "So it is starting. I had feared it might be so after the last letter we received." His companion responded in no other way than to start down the hill, tugging his taller counterpart by the hand. The taller man chuckled, "yes, yes we should go find the source of that light. I'm sure whoever it is will be confused to find himself here after defeating his enemy."

AN: So? What do you think? Should I post some more (I have 9 chapters written) or should I leave it to collect dust on my hard drive?