The Queen of Middle-Earth | Aragorn & Hermione

Chapter 5

You can forget the traumatic experience itself but not the feelings that came with it. They will always come back to remind you that you've forgotten it. - Me (Buchjj)

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Gandalf was pacing up and down the room in impatience. He was far too agitated to sit down. The white wizard followed his friend with his eyes, while sitting in his chair. He had tried to calm him down several times, but it hadn't worked. Now Saruman wasn't far from going ballistic.
"Gandalf, sit down." he hissed through his clenched teeth, trying not to scream at him.

The grey wizard didn't even answer, which made Saruman even more furious. He got up and pointed his staff at his friend. A bright light came out of it and Gandalf was launched from the place were he was standing. He got spun around the room and landed roughly on a chair on the opposite side of the chamber. He tried to get up again but invisible powers seemed to cling him onto his chair.
"I said sit down." In Saruman's eyes was madness; he hated when someone wasn't obeying him.

But Gandalf wasn't going to let him take control over him either. He slowly moved his staff towards the white wizard, while fighting back the powers that tied him up. A bright light appeared again and this time Saruman was swirling through the room. He fell on top of his desk with a loud smack and the inkpots and books that were standing on the table, fell on the floor.

"Crucio!" Gandalf yelled and Saruman was winding and screaming in pain.

After a minute or so, Gandalf released him from the torture. The white got up and groaned. He pointed his staff at Gandalf again, who had managed to free himself from the invisible bonds and was standing in front of Saruman now, with his staff raised as well. Both were ready to fight.

"My friends, ever so hospitable." Said a voice coming from the door. The two wizards spun around and lowered their staffs. Gandalf sighed in relief. Finally, the third wizard had arrived.

"Thank you for coming, Dumbledore." Saruman said, when everyone had calmed down again. Albus Dumbledore was the most powerful and most feared wizard in Middle-Earth. Both Gandalf and Saruman respected him, but called him by his last name, because the name "Albus" sounded too kind and gentle and he certainly wasn't any of that. The third wizard was as bearded and grey as the others, but he wasn't from Middle-Earth either. He wore glasses just like Harry but in the shape of crescents. He had entered this world, many years ago through a passage, which he had destroyed as soon as he had entered. He had taught the two wizards a lot about magic they hadn't even heard of yet and the Cruciatus Curse was by far their favorite.

"Why don't you search for them yourself?" Dumbledore asked Saruman when they had explained, why they needed him.

"That wouldn't be a problem, if there wouldn't be a wizard amongst them, who overshadows everything I want to see." The white explained.

Dumbledore frowned. "Hm, only very powerful wizards can do that." He said contemplatively, walking over to a stone bowl with runes on it. When he moved his hand over de bowl a silvery, vaporous fluid appeared.

"I know." Saruman agreed. "That is why I want to see who entered this world. I don't have the power to see past the haze caused by this one wizard, but you do."

Dumbledore took out his wand and ran with it through the liquid. For anybody looking at it, nothing had changed, but for the wizard, vague pictures appeared.

"I can only see feelings and auras, but you can see everything." The white continued.

"Yes I know what my powers are. Now please be quiet, I can't concentrate." The third wizard turned back to the bowl to sort the pictures he was seeing. The longer he was staring at it, the bigger his frown became.