Summoned to Middle Earth


Hermione Granger and Thorin Oakenshield

Fantasy / Romance
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Chapter 1

Ch. 1

Hermione Granger was in the Shrieking Shack with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley; where they had witnessed Professor Snape's death, after giving Harry some of his memories. It was really hard for Hermione to watch, even seeing a teacher that she had worked ever so hard to empress that she would be better than most of the students, and then seeing him before her using up his last bit of air. She had always wanted to see the man before her with a smile upon his face, she was near tears, until she saw a hand held mirror, next to his body.

Hermione then walked over to where the mirror was and picked it up, it looked like one of those mirrors that her grandmother had; back when they were used more often. She went into her beaded bag and found some t-shirt and wrapped the mirror for safety and put it within her bag. When she looked up; she noticed that both of the boys were gone, and she was alone with the Professor's body. As she was about to leave, she heard a voice that sounded like Dumbledore in a faraway voice and language, and then a feeling like she was being Portkeyed to somewhere else.


Thorin Okenshield was sitting at dining room table in a Hobbit home, talking to his kin, a wizard, and a Hobbit. He heard from Gandalf that Bilbo was going to be a part of their company, on a quest to bring back his home.

Then the grey wizard faced him and said, "I also planned on bringing another person along for our journey and she will be a great help to you, Thorin."

This brought everyone's attention to the two of them, "She? We don't need a woman to distract my men, Gandalf!"

"Now Thorin; she would not distract the men as you say, but she will help you with her magic and she is the best fighter from the magical world. From a place called Earth and her land is known as England. She has fought a mountain troll at an age of eleven. She has faced a killer snake at an age of twelve. She has even fought full grown men, since she was fifteen years of age."

Thorin with his arms crossed, "How old is she now," he had asked with a sigh.

Gandalf smiled, "She should be about eighteen, almost nineteen years of age. She is the smartest witch from Earth and she would do anything to help you get your kingdom back, Thorin."

"We shall see, but if you must, bring her."

Gandalf smiled, "I would ask that everyone move away from the table, as I summon her here. Plus; try not to make sudden movements; she may be a bit jumpy."

All the dwarves within the room were not pleased with what they were hearing, but did as they were told. Thorin moved the chair a few inches away from the table, as he saw Gandalf moving his staff within the air, in a circular motion. The grey wizard was speaking in Elfish, which did not pleased to hear, but sat back and watch as the seemed to open a gateway of some kind, because the ceiling was not there.

After a couple of minutes a young woman had come dropping out of the gateway and landed upon the table. With her left knee and land upon the table top, her right leg pointed off to the side and her right hand risen up with a stick at Thorin's neck. He was taken back; not just having a stick at his neck, but the look of determination of protecting herself from him. He could see from all that he could see of her; the torn blue looking trousers, ripped pink shirt, and dirt across her face and hands. She was sent from a war zone. Thorin sure hoped that the young woman would understand that she would be on his side.

Gandalf sighed, "Hermione Granger! Put your wand down."

She turned her head to her right and saw the olden wizard, "Why should I, and how do you know my name?"

"Dear child; it is I, Albus Dumbledore."

Hermione glared at the old man, "Tell me something that I would know."

"I wished that Alastor Moody hasn't taught you to be like this, but you were petrified while you were in your second year."

Hermione growled, "That is public knowledge; it's in my medical records, what were you doing with Harry, before your death?"

"I brought Harry with me, as I had found the Locket of Slytherin, which was a Horcrux; which Tom Riddle made in order to live forever."

The young woman before Thorin had dropped the stick and crumbed upon the wooden table, "Why," she asked in a broken down shell of a lady.

Gandalf reached out with one of his hands to bring the lady to him and hug her, "I am sorry child, but I was needed in this world. You are also needed in this world; you are going to help me, by helping these Dwarves to bring back their home from a dragon."

Hermione laughed dryly, "Another dragon? I just rode one, not just a few days ago, to break out a bank; now you want me to fight another one. Wow; Dumbledore, you always have an adventure for all of us, don't you?"

Thorin grunted, "Who is she talking about Gandalf, who is this Dumbledore that she has been talking about?"

The grey wizard sighed, "That was a name that I had on Earth, Thorin." He then looked into Hermione's eyes, "I'm known as Gandalf the Grey, the Guardian of Middle Earth."

"How have I come here?"

"You were summoned to Middle Earth. Like I have said; to help these Dwarves by getting their home back from a great dragon, will you help us?"

Hermione was well enough to move off of the table and looked around and saw many eyes looking towards here. She could not believe that she was in a room with men that were not that much shorter than her. She was already tired from fighting one battle and she was here to battle another one. She really wished that she had Harry with her, but knew that he was still busy with the Wizarding World War II of its own.

She then glanced at Gandalf; who she had known as Dumbledore, and knew that she could not turn down his asking for helping these people. Then she looked at Thorin and there was something about him that just screams out, 'King' or 'Prince', he was not the type of guy to say no to.

Hermione sighed, "I'll help you, but as long as you teach me the ways of Middle Earth. Where I'm from, things may be much different than they are here, and I may ask if you teach me the way of your weapons. For my magic and knowledge may or may not be as what it should be here."

Gandalf smiled, "Splendid my dear; I knew that you would help us out."

"So; who is everyone?"

Gandalf pointed to the man at the head of the table and next to her, "This is Thorin Oakenshield, the leader of this company; he is known by many titles."

Thorin nodded towards her, to indicate that it was truly him.

"Behind you is Bilbo Baggins, a Hobbit and the company's burglar, for they are going to use him to get the dragon."

Bilbo could only give a shy smile.

"Next to Thorin is Balin," then he named off the rest of the dwarves that were in the room, it was enough to make Hermione dizzy from an overloaded information that she was getting. First was being in a war back home, and then finding herself in a place called Middle Earth and going to be facing a dragon.

She could say that even without Harry, her life is not even close to being dull.

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