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Cassiopia Malfoy · 11-01-2011, 08:15 PM

Ahhhh, this is brilliantly amazing! I love it!

I can't wait to see what Hogwarts will be like, and to see what house he'll be.

And the wand, it sounds tiny and amazing.

Really good job with everything

Lady Mouldywart · 11-02-2011, 10:45 AM

This is so awesome! I can't wait to see what Hogwarts will be like for a Hobbit... hmm. Feels like I'm going there too =3 Poor Rosie, I know how she feels :/

Oh and Happy Halloween to you too ^.^

LeiaSadieAnnabeth · 11-02-2011, 04:50 PM

This is amazing!!!

XenoLongbottom · 11-08-2011, 08:01 PM

Thank you to all of you guys! You're are so sweet. And I bet you will never guess who is in his year at Hogwarts! (It's a surprise) :shh...:
Also, if you're looking for a greta read, Lady Moudywart's fanfic The Eight Horcrux can be found here.
I hope you all enjoy!

Lady Mouldywart · 11-08-2011, 09:13 PM

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Originally Posted by XenoLongbottom

Thank you to all of you guys! You're are so sweet. And I bet you will never guess who is in his year at Hogwarts! (It's a surprise) :shh...:
Also, if you're looking for a greta read, Lady Moudywart's fanfic The Eight Horcrux can be found here.
I hope you all enjoy!

Oh, you! You really shouldn't have, but thanks so much anyway

Hmm... lemme guess... I'm imagining it to be happening at around the third gen time... with James, Albus, Lily, Rose and Hugo...So with either of them

XenoLongbottom · 11-09-2011, 08:23 PM

Good guess. YOu'll just have to wait and see. Does anybody have any other thoughts?

Lady Mouldywart · 11-12-2011, 04:19 PM

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Originally Posted by XenoLongbottom

Good guess. YOu'll just have to wait and see. Does anybody have any other thoughts?

I guessed right, didn't I? *waits for chapter 5*

XenoLongbottom · 11-12-2011, 04:22 PM

Okay, I know this one is short too, but don't worry, the next chapters are going to be super-duper long! And also, I say what era he's in! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5

Finally, it had come!

It was August 24, a week before I’d be at Hogwarts. I was still hoping it wasn’t just all a dream and that I was being a real idiot, but I never seemed to wake up from this dream.

All of my school things were packed, Gwaihir was in his cage, and Dad was still trying to figure out a way to get us to London fast enough. The clan had had an entire meeting about it, and decided it would be best if Dad and I were taken by the pony of the village to the outskirts of London and then walk the rest of the way. So, early in the morning, I was awoken by Dad and he told me to get dressed and be ready within ten minutes. When I was finally done, wearing the most modern clothes I could find (a pair of gray trousers and a white button-down shirt) I walked out of our hobbit house and into the valley, where the cart and pony were waiting.

When I got there, there was my dad in his own most modern-day clothes (sadly these included breeches) with Uncle Tolman, Aunt Filier, and Rosie. All my stuff was in the cart along with a pack of food and plenty of hay for the pony.

Uncle Tolman took me into his arms and gave me the hugest hug he could possibly manage. Now, Uncle Tolman was a chubby hobbit with a mane of black curls. He was beaming and he finally said to me, “Be good lad, and show those Men what Hobbits can do!” He then patted me on the back and Aunt Firiel came over to me.

She smiled warmly and said, “Good-bye Bandy. Don’t forget to wash be’ind your earz!”

I grinned and told her I wouldn’t forget, and she immediately took my head in her hands and kissed me on both cheeks. Rosie was by her side, still rubbing her eyes and yawning. She was told she didn’t have to wake up for me, but she said she would. I had to kneel down to talk to her, since she was so short and only felt like whispering early in the morning. She muttered in my ear, “Write to me Bandy.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at this. I gave her a big hug and said, “I’ll write to you tonight if I get a chance okay.”

She looked at me with her mother’s eyes and said, “Okay Bandy.”

I then got up and settled in to the seat in front of the cart next to my dad, and we headed off. I waved behind me as the pony walked at a slow pace, and I saw Rosie rubbing her face into her father’s vest, obviously crying. I smiled. Rosie was so much younger than I was. She was twelve, making her about six in hobbit-years, and she was such a good girl. I was going to miss her forcing me to play soccer or attempting to put flowers in my hair.

We stayed in the countryside, not wanting to be seen by Men. They’d sure have a fun time picking on the short people in the small pony-powered cart.

We slept by day and traveled by night, and after a week of riding, we finally made it.

At 8:30, we came to the outskirts of London. My dad hid the pony in an abandoned metro tunnel, and we took my stuff, and headed out into the sunlight. We walked for two hours, until we finally got to King’s Cross station. I grabbed my ticket out of my pocket that came with my letter, and it said, “Platform 9 ¾”. What did that mean?

I turned to Dad. He was reading it too. He looked around, and shrugged. So, we went to the best place we could think of; platform 9 and platform 10.

Oh man, what were we going to do? I looked at the clock nearby, it said 10:50. I was going to miss the train if I didn’t figure this out. Then I heard a woman behind me saying, “Come along boys, we don’t want to miss the train.”

I turned around; a plump woman with red hair was walking by us with a double stroller with five boys behind her, all with red hair to match hers.

I peered in the stroller. I saw a girl and a boy. They looked about the same age, but the boy was probably older. They too had red hair.

I didn’t think much of them originally, but then I saw what they were carrying on their trolleys. An Owl. I suddenly realized that these people must be wizards. I walked over to them. All of them were so much taller, but I had to gain all my courage up. “Excuse me, miss?” I said to the woman.

She looked down at me curiously. I then became very self-conscious. I realized I hadn’t bathed since I left the mountains, or had time to change my clothes. I must’ve stunk. “Yes dear boy?” she replied.

“Umm… I was just wondering… umm… how to get onto Platform 9 ¾?”

My dad was just staring at me, not really sure what to say. I was talking to a complete stranger, and no less, a human stranger.

“Oh, yes, dear. It’s my son’s Charlie’s first year too.” The boy with a dragon pin on his shirt beamed down at me. “See, all what you have to do is run straight at the barrier in between Platforms nine and ten. You got it? But before you go, let Bill demonstrate.”

The oldest boy walked up. He seemed to tower over the rest of his siblings, and even his mother. He had on a leather jacket, and his hair was rather long. He flopped it backwards out of his face and made a run for it pushing his trolley. I stared at him, and one second he was there, the next second he was gone. Dad and I stared in disbelief. “Now, would you and your father like to try dear?”

The woman was smiling at us kindly. I took my dad’s hand, and together we pushed the trolley towards the barrier, hoping that we wouldn’t be pushed back.

But we were never stopped by a brick wall. Instead, we kept on running, until I saw in front of me a gigantic scarlet steam engine, with red smoke billowing out of it. I’d never seen one in person, just in pictures, but they were far more spectacular than I could possibly imagine. Bill was standing by the barrier, waiting patiently for the rest of his family. He smiled the same warm smile as his mother’s and told me that I should probably get on the train, put my stuff in an empty compartment, and returned to say good-bye to my dad.

I did what Bill said and returned to find the rest of the red-haired family on this side of the barrier. The two younger children in the stroller were ooing and awing at the train, along with the many people bustling around us. My dad was just standing there nervously, not quite sure what to do. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. “Good-bye dad,” I said, while hugging him.

There were tears in his eyes. This will be the last time we’ll see each other until the holidays, which would make it the longest we’d ever be apart. “Be good Bandy,” he said, trying to hold back tears. “And never forget that your other half of lineage, no matter how much you love being a wizard.”

“No worries Dad,” I told him. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that while everyone’s taller than I am.”

Dad laughed. “Now, don’t let the other kids make fun of you, and please write to me.”

“Of course I’ll write to you. You have no worries there.” I paused. “I love you Dad.”

“I love you too Bandy. Now get on that train, and show them what Hobbits can do!”

“Of course Dad.” I walked away, not wanting to take a last look at my dad. For if I did, I just knew, I’d see him crying. And I’d probably cry too.

I got on the train, and sat in my compartment. I checked the watch that was once my mum’s, and at exactly 11:00, the train began to move, and I finally looked out, and saw my dad waving at me from the very edge of the platform, holding on to a post to keep balanced.

As he got smaller and smaller, I began to think about what he’d do without me, and if he’d be okay being alone. But then I thought, if he could raise me by myself, surely he could live a few months without me. With this last thought, I looked away from the window, and began thinking about what awaited me at Hogwarts.

Lady Mouldywart · 11-12-2011, 05:08 PM

!! This should be cool, young Bill&Charlie! And which house will Bandy be sorted into...? Also I feel a bit worried for his dad...I hope you don't go evil-writer-mode and do something bad to him...ahem...well, ok, I'm not really one to talk

Aaaand this means you have to do another sorting hat song doesn't it? :evillaugh

XenoLongbottom · 11-12-2011, 05:10 PM

NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not doin another sorting hat song! You can't make me!!
Who knows what will happen to his dad? His life is in my hands!!

Lady Mouldywart · 11-12-2011, 05:15 PM

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Originally Posted by XenoLongbottom

NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! I'm not doin another sorting hat song! You can't make me!!
Who knows what will happen to his dad? His life is in my hands!!

Muahah but you have to *smirks* Or maybe you could use the same one

[I would probably do that

]

You're right about that. OK I quit my nice-writer-who-wishes-all-the-best-for-her-characters act. It'd be interesting if something did happen to his dad

XenoLongbottom · 11-12-2011, 05:32 PM

Yeah. Actually, I was thinkin of doin something to his dad, but then i was like "No, that's too mean"
I was goin to end this chapter with foreshadowing. I love doin that. But I thought against it. Mayb i will use the same song, but you're the only person who reads this as well as the other one, so it mite work.

Lady Mouldywart · 11-12-2011, 08:42 PM

I love doing that too

Yeah I guess you should use the same one then. But if you're feeling oddly poetic when you start writing chapter 6, why not do a different one?

XenoLongbottom · 11-12-2011, 08:50 PM

Yeah, y not? Actually, he get's sorted in Chapter 7, not 6. YOu're just gonna hav to wait. And i just like totally planned out the entire thing, so the next chapter mght come out pretty fast.

LeiaSadieAnnabeth · 11-13-2011, 10:07 PM

Yay! Amazing, I didn't think that he would be in the same year as Charlie!

Cassiopia Malfoy · 11-15-2011, 03:13 PM

AHHHH! CHARLIE

MY FAVOURITE WEASLEY!

Sorry 'bout that, I couldn't help myself.

Really, really, really, good job! I loved it, completely brilliant!

XenoLongbottom · 11-15-2011, 03:54 PM

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Originally Posted by Cassiopia Malfoy

AHHHH! CHARLIE

MY FAVOURITE WEASLEY!

Sorry 'bout that, I couldn't help myself.

Really, really, really, good job! I loved it, completely brilliant!

thank you. Charlie is my fav Weasley too. He's just so easy to do fnfics about bcuz we really don't hear anything about him.

XenoLongbottom · 11-18-2011, 08:07 PM

Oh, btw, I'm not using a Sorting Hat song. I already wrote that chapter and i thot, no, it wouldn't work. Sorry for all the people who were hoping for it.

XenoLongbottom · 11-18-2011, 08:56 PM

This one I suppose is kind of short too, but I hope you still enjoy

!Chapter 6

As these thoughts came to me, Charlie came into the compartment, “Hey, can I sit here?” he asked. “My brother’s friends kicked me out of theirs.”

“Yeah, sure, sit down.” I responded. What else could I say?
He sat down. The air was awkward. I looked down at the floor. I noticed how his feet easily touched the floor, while mine were hanging down halfway.

Finally, Charlie asked, “So, what’s your name?’

“Bandy,” I answered.

He smiled, “Charlie.” He reached out his hand, and I took it. I already knew his name, and he knew I knew his name, but I suppose it was the best way to introduce yourself.

I looked at him, trying to figure out what to say. Finally, I pointed at his dragon pin. “Are you fond of dragons?” I asked.

He looked down to where I was pointing, smiled and answered, “Oh, yes. I saved up all my money so I could buy one in Diagon Alley. It took a while, but I’m glad I got it. I’ve always wanted to study dragons. I find them fascinating.”

I began to think of all the tales of dragons back at home. My all time favorite, of course, has a hobbit as the hero. When Bilbo Baggins and his group of dwarves stole back the treasure from the evils of Smaug, which was truly something to behold.

I then explained the story to Charlie, and he laughed, because according to him, dragons couldn’t talk. I took to heart his laughter, and asked how he knew. He had replied that he had read about it. And finally I made the blow by saying that perhaps they were just too shy now to say anything. We stared at each other for a long time, and then we both laughed, laughing all the while.

After we had finished with our giggling, Charlie felt his stomach. “Man, I’m hungry.”

I too, felt a rumbling in my stomach. For Pippin’s sake, I thought, I missed second breakfast and Elevensies.

Charlie then pulled out a brown paper bag from his pocket, and handed a sandwich to me. “Turkey,” he said, “Mum made some for Bill and me. Take it, they’re really good.”

I took it out of his hand. It was covered in this shiny, clear, plastic-like substance. As I stared at it curiously, Charlie was giggling. I stared at him, “What’s so funny?”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, “but you’re looking as though you’ve never seen a sandwich before.

Slightly hurt, I answered, “Of course I’ve seen a sandwich before. It’s just, the clear stuff around it. Am I supposed to eat that too?”

“No,” replied Charlie. “It’s saran wrap. You put around food to keep it fresh. Then when you want to eat it, you just take it off.”

Staring in wonder, I took off the “saran wrap”, and took a bite of the sandwich. It tasted good.

After the sandwich we stared at the windows for a while and then talked about our families. I told him about my dad, Rosie, Aunt Firiel, Uncle Tolman, and even my mum. I didn’t mention anything about hobbits or anything, since I had a strange feeling I should really keep that secret.

But he told me all about his family. Apparently he the second of seven! And only two years ago did he get his first sister!

As we traveled, a lady with a cart full of candy rolled by. She politely asked us if we wanted any candy, and we politely told her no. Not that we didn’t want candy, but we just didn’t have the money. Then, from behind her appeared a girl with bright blue hair. She seemed to look at us for a second and then asked the lady, “Umm… could I please have three chocolate frogs and three licorice wands ma’am?”

The lady with the cart smiled at her, and handed her the candy. The girl then gave her some coins, and then the lady pushed her cart away.

Before the girl walked away however, she threw both Charlie and me a Chocolate Frog and a Licorice wand each. She smiled, winked, and walked away.

Fascinated, Charlie and I ran for the door to check if she was still there so we could thank her. She wasn’t.

In the doorway, Charlie and I looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to sit down with our candy, which was quite delicious since it was my first time having it.