Writing Prompts

(Fem)HP X LOTR

A/N: Hey guys! So this Idea was recommended by @blazingunicorn992 So Thanks a lot. I hope I made this enjoyable, LOTR is a fandom I have only recently been apart of and while only a small piece to give you guys a taster I feel that this was pretty rubbish.

So let me know if you enjoyed it or not.

Also I'm gonna try and update a new one every Friday. since not only is it my day off but I feel a week per One Shot should be perfect.

Ja Ne

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The more she looked, the more blinded she felt. Everything was white, a sickening type of white too. Not the kind that you could relax on, but the kind that was so harsh against your eyesight you could pass for being blind.

She and Dumbledore were simply sitting. He had already explained everything, where she was... what had happened. She died. The flash of pain, mixed with green before passing out and awakening here.

"Professor... is there no way for me to return? None at all?" She almost whispered. How could one explain this type of sadness?

The type where you're lost, alone, empty. She had nothing, there was nothing. She never asked to be the chosen one, nor did she ask to be made into a Horcrux unwillingly. She just wanted to be a normal student.

Was she afraid of death? No.Shee welcomed him with open arms. That doesn't mean she doesn't wish to be alive. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny and many many more... and she would never see them again.

Just like that?

"I'm afraid not," he replied. "Your task there has been fulfilled. It's up to the rest to finish the rest,"

"So that was it?" She muttered, twirling her long mess of curls in her hand. "My job as the chosen one... it was just to die?"

He didn't reply, which solidified the answer if anything. So that was it. 7 of the best damn years of her life... and it was all for her to die. What next? What would happen if she moved on? What would happen if she didn't?

Would she become a ghost, like Myrtle? Or Headless Nick? No. That only happened to souls who died with regrets. She knew she was going to die. So she didn't regret anything... except perhaps not Punching Draco more when they were younger.

The number of people who told her he only bullied her because he liked her made her ready to tear her hair out. It really didn't matter now... but... perhaps she could have said something to him before she walked down death row... anything.

"So what's next?" She asked. "If I can't go back, will I move on then?"

Dumbledore gave a heavy sigh. "actually... there is another task for you," he replied.

Belladonna looked up at her old professor with a tilt of the head. She slightly narrowed her eyes behind her glasses as she adjusted them from slipping down her nose.

"Another... task?" She asked, sceptical of the way he said it.

"There is another world. Middle Earth. It's in danger and could use your assistance,"

Bella shook her head, she almost jumped up from her seat and backed away nearly tripping onto the empty tracks.

"No, no not again. I refuse," she glared at the old man before her. "I'm not a hero. I never was, never wanted to be,"

"No one ever wants to be a hero. It often chooses you,"

"Well, then it can choose someone else!" Bella shouted. Her voice echoed around her letting her words repeat back to them.