Inflamed (Harry Potter & The Hobbit/LOTR Crossover) (LegolasxOC)

1- Courage

Hello! Welcome to Inflamed, Book 2 of my Survival of Heroes Series. Now, I know that this is not related to Narnia and isn't in the crossover, but Laurel becomes a recurring character and talks about it, so I'm just gonna roll with it. And if you remember, Flawed was 109 parts, so of course this book is no better. ;) Lol sorry.

Below is a few things you may want to know before reading the chapter. Tell me what you think in the comments. I love to read your opinions and thought. If you have song suggestions for any of the chapters feel free to tell me! Enjoy!

- This is a crossover fanfic with Harry Potter (post DH) and The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings.

- This is the sequel to 'Flawed'. But you don't have to read the first one. I would advise you to, but it's not expected. Note that this is a several-book series.

- Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Harry Pottter or The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings or The Chronicles of Narnia, for that matter. They belong to the amazing authors J.K. Rowling, J.R.R. Tolkien, and C.S. Lewis.

- I DO own any OCs including: The Fawley family, any named creatures not mentioned in any story, etc. I will add to this as I update.

- It is futuristic. 2050 is the year I've chosen it to be. (Just for age reasons, which I'll get into later.)

- I will try to incorporate as many said lines in the movies as possible. Of course my OC(s) needs to talk so there will be some changes.

So sorry that it took so long for me to start posting. I've been a lot busier than I thought I was gonna be. :/ Also, no chapter inspirations this time because it's really hard.

I eyed my distance from the jump and got ready for it. I signaled my horse and two-pointed, clearing the jump. I breathed a sigh of relief and slowed my horse down to a walk. My mum, who was leaning against the fence, grinned. "Very nice, Paige! You kept your elbows in that time." I rounded the corner and dropped the stick that was posing as my sword.

"It's easier bareback." I stated, getting my horse to canter again. As I raced past my mum, she called, "Yes, but if you were in a real situation, a war or a battle, you'd be riding with a saddle!" As I cleared the next jump, I shouted back, "Whatever!" She chuckled and pushed off the fence, heading towards the archery range.

My mum was a very special person. Her name was Laurel Collins―now Fawley―and she was Harry Potter's sister. Not only that, she wore a necklace that gave her extra, incredible powers. She had also been to another world called Narnia and went on the most amazing adventures there. When my siblings and I were young, she had told us, including our dad, the most wonderful stories. If she hadn't been able to show us her memories, a power of hers, none of us would have admittedly believed her.

We kids loved her stories so much that we had begged her to train us like she had when she was a General of Narnia. She went easy on us when we were younger, but pushed us when we got older. By our early teens, each of us were highly skiled at swordfighting, archery, knife-throwing, and horseback riding.

I dismounted my horse, Robin, and picked up my "sword", walking out of the arena. Quickly, I hosed my horse down and sent him into the pasture to graze. I grimaced, seeing horse hair sticking to my legs. "I think you missed a spot when you shaved." A voice drawled teasingly. I turned around and scowled at my older brother Josh.

He sat on a stack of hay, twirling his wand in his left hand. "You're hilarious." I snapped, grabbing my bow and quiver from the weapons wall. Josh smirked at me and hopped down, following me to the archery range. "Three sickels says that you can't get three bull's eyes in a row." I cocked an eyebrow at him and pulled an arrow from my quiver, nocking it. "You're on."

Mum, who was practicing her own archery, eyed us with amusement. "Better be careful, Josh. Your sister is becoming quite good, almost as good as Aunt Susan." My brother rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Let's see then." Mum winked at me and I tried to feel confident. I pulled my bow string back to my lip, aiming.

Taking a deep breath, I let it fly. Bull's eye. I smirked at Josh, who was shifting anxiously. One down, two to go. I grabbed another arrow and aimed. Another bull's eye. As I pulled out another one, I looked over at my brother. "You sure you want to go through with this?" He nodded confidently, but in his eyes there was uncertainty. I stared at the target intently, trying to figure out where to put the last arrow.

I bit my lip, seeing a good place, but it was risky. One false move and it'd be on the ring or just under it. I took a shaky breath and released. I held my breath, watching as the arrow sunk cleanly into the target. Bull's eye. I broke into a grin, smiling triumphantly at Josh, who wore a sour expression. "My sickels?"

He grumbled darkly underneath his breath and dug into his pocket, pulling out my prize. I accepted the money with a cheeky grin and went to collect my arrows. Josh turned and stormed away, muttering to himself. "Don't worry about him. He's just mad because he wasn't right." Mum consoled, pulling her own arrows out of the target. I smiled. "I know, Mum. I think I'm going to go clean up." She nodded and watched as I walked back to the house.

After taking a shower, I wandered downstairs to find my whole family bustling around the kitchen. Mum and Tessa were cooking, Peter and Josh were setting the table, and Dad was reading over his latest piece at his spot at the table, unaware of everyone else. With magic, we were all sitting down together eating ten minutes later. We all chattered amongst ourselves, Mum asking everyone questions and such.

Though I participated, I felt a little fidgety, wanting to get away. Tessa, beside me, raised an eyebrow at me at one point, her blue eyes analyzing me. I glared at her, chewing. My sister pursed her lips and returned to her food. After finishing up my food, I stood up and casted a charm mentally for my dishes to start washing themselves. "I'm going for a ride." I announced, starting for my bedroom to change. Peter frowned slightly. "I'll join you." I repressed a scowl, my mouth a taut line. I really wanted to be alone at that moment, a lot of things I needed to sort through in my head. His smothering wouldn't help. "That's alright, I'll be fine. I won't be gone long."

Mum nodded thoughtfully, her mind seeming to be elsewhere. "Okay, just be back before nightfall. And don't forget to arm yourself. Just as a precaution." I smiled slightly and rushed to my room, eager to get into the woods.

I changed into an olive long-sleeved shirt, black riding pants, black paddock boots, and a gray jacket. Even though it was July, the woods could be pretty chilly at night. As I walked out the door, I sent my family a half-smile, going tack up Robin.

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I mounted Robin and shoved my feet in the stirrups, heels downward. My bow and quiver were strapped to my back, a sword at my side, and seven knives placed strategically all over my body. Now this was a lot of weapons, probably more than I needed, but sometimes I liked to practice in the forest. I signaled my horse and cantered off into the woods.

The wind swirled around me, tusseling my hair. Scowling, I set my reins down Robin's neck, using leg pressure to stay on and steer, pulling my hair back in a ponytail. A fallen log was ahead and I grabbed the reins before two-pointing, jumping over it. I patted my horse, slowly down to a trot to give him a rest. I sat the trot, barely noticing the uncomfortableness. A twig snapped somewhere around us and I shot up straight in my seat, one hand going to a knife on my calf.

Truthfully, I was really easily paranoid and had an overactive imagination, but it allowed me to react quickly. I twirled the sharp object around in my hand, a habit I picked up from my eldest brother Peter. Robin shifted uneasily, snorting. I patted his neck, trying to soothe him.

Suddenly, he whinnied, bucking me off of him. This wasn't my first time getting bucked off, but I had never been caught of guard like this before. I groaned, my head aching as it hit a tree root hard. Before I knew what was happening, I blacked out.