A Hobbit at Hogwarts - LotR - Sa13+
 

I was looking at the list of cross-overs and I discovered that there was none for Lord of the Rings. So I decided to create one.

Disclaimer: Many of the concepts, characters, and settings belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. And many of the concepts, ideas, and characters belong to the equally brilliant J. R. R. Tolkein. None of this truly belongs to me, I just simply decided to combine their two briliant ideas.


TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue





Chapter 1

Yeah, I guess you can say I have some pretty diverse blood. My mum is a witch, while my dad is one of the lost races of what we like to call ourselves, hobbits.

For those that do not know, hobbits are a cheery folk, originally from Middle Earth. We were prosperous in the Shire, which today is like our Garden of Eden. Then, Men came and decided it would be best to wipe us out. We were scattered, only knowing that we must find a new place to live. A better place.

We failed in that position, I suppose you could say. My clan of about fifty live high in the hills of Scotland. We all come from the line of Frodo Gardner, the eldest son of the famous Samwise Gamgee. And most of us our clan is truly family. So occasionally we create arranged marriages with other clans across Europe. We usually mix with the ones in Ireland or in France.

We are all short with curly hair and large hairy feet that we don’t need shoes for. Unlike men, we have six meals a day. They are; breakfast, second breakfast, Elevensies, dinner, afternoon tea, and supper.

Anyway, you must be curious, how does a Hobbit and a witch fall in love and get married? Well, there’s truly not much to the story. Every hobbit in the clan when they get out of their tweens, which is thirty-three, they are allowed one year out into the world. Well, when it was my dad’s turn, he fell in love. My mum was short and stout with straight black hair and eyes to match; so a short, curly-haired man who seemed out-of-place in shoes might’ve been her only option. My father says she was very kind and intelligent though. I personally wouldn’t know since my mum died during giving birth to me.

My dad never knew my mum was a witch. So that would mean I never knew I was a wizard, until I got… the letter.

I was sitting in our hobbit hole, which was fitted into a side of a mountain, reading a book of the history of the Shire, with my dad sitting near the small fire we had, playing his flute. My dad was a merry fellow, with his rosy face and red hair, and he always was playing his music. His name was Hamfast. Hamfast Gardner.

And now that I think about it, I never gave you my name. It’s Bandobras Gardner, but everyone calls me Bandy. I was named after Bandobras Took, who was always known as the tallest Hobbit until Pippin Took and Merry Brandybuck took that place. I suppose being half-man, I was going to be tall, and by the time I was twenty-two, I was 3’7. And that’s a lot because hobbits grow half as fast than humans. So when I was twenty-two, I had the mind of an eleven-year old.

Well, anyway, so I was sitting, and all of a sudden I heard this tapping on our circular door. Believing it was my cousin Rosie coming to invite me to play outside, even though it was pouring rain, I opened it to tell her that I wasn’t interested when a flying thing covered in feathers came straight into the house. My dad’s music stopped. I closed the door immediately, heart pounding, and turned around to see an owl on the table, staring up at me with large amber eyes. I could’ve screamed, but I remained quiet in shock. In folklore, owls were considered dangerous creatures, who would gobble you up the moment it laid eyes on you. I had never seen an owl in person (or is it in Hobbit?) but I’d seen drawings, and they had always given me the creeps.

But this owl was small, and he was carrying a small piece of parchment in his beak. He looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to take it. I looked at the green ink on the front of the page from where I was standing, and I realized it said the name, Bandobras Gardner. I gulped; it was my name.

I then timidly outstretched my hand, and the owl was slowly moving closer to me. Finally, for what seemed like ages, I grabbed the parchment and unfolded it. It read:

Dear Mr. Gardner,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Then there was a list of spell books and a jumble of magic tools and such. I stared at it in wonder. Not knowing what to do, I laughed. I couldn’t help but laugh. My dad was sitting there in shock, just staring at me, just simply staring. I wish he would stop, but I couldn’t help it.

I finally brought myself to say in between giggles, “I’ve been accepted to a school of magic.”

Now my father began laughing. We were now laughing together. I mean, come on; me being magic?

We were both laughing until we heard a knock on the door. I stopped and decided to open it very cautiously, remembering the last time I opened the door. But luckily this time it wasn’t an owl. It was a Hobbit. Or at least, he was small enough to be a Hobbit. He was an inch taller than me with curly white hair and mustache. But he had shoes on and he didn’t have the normal rosy-colored face. “Hello Mr. Gardner. I suppose you got your letter,” the man said in a squeaky voice.

I nodded, quite unsure of what to do in this moment.

“Good. Let’s sit down and talk about this.”

I love itttt!!!! :D

amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:loved: I love it!! PAMS

Hey! Sorry it's so short! They'll be more soon!


Chapter 2

He walked into our house without even waiting for an answer. He then pulled out a stick and flicked it, and all of a sudden, a very cushy chair appeared by the fireplace.

Both Dad and I gasped in surprise. My dad began to stammer, “Sir… what…what is the mean…meaning of this?” My dad tried to sound angry, but he was seriously failing.

“I’m so sorry to intrude, but I must talk to your son about his letter,” said the small human.

I looked at him curiously. “What’s there to discuss? I got some prank mail, big deal!”

“It’s more than prank mail, Mr. Gardner. Do you know what race your mother was?”

I stared at him. Why would he ask me what my mother’s race was? “She was human,” I stated. “Or, at least, that’s what Dad’s always told me.”

“Well, Mr. Gardner, there’s’ more to the story than that. Your mother was a witch, so that makes you a wizard.” As soon as he said the word, “wizard”, I immediately thought of Gandalf the White; the greatest and wisest wizard to walk on the Earth! The thought of me being equal to Gandalf himself gave me chills, and I was full ready to believe it. Then I caught myself and said, “What are you talking about?”

The small human then turned to my father, and asked, “Did your wife ever do anything strange ever? Anything peculiar?”

I turned to my dad. He was scratching the back of his neck, not truly sure what to say. Finally, after a long wait he said, “Well, she did seem to clean up pretty fast after meals, and she was very good at knitting, even though I had never had seen her knitting. I’d only see the products. Don’t know if that’s anything.”

“Actually, it does contribute; a lot,” answered the small man. “She probably pulled out her wand when you weren’t looking. And, Mr. Gardner, or should I call you by your first name?” He was now addressing me.

“You can call me Bandy, sir.”

“Then Bandy, since we’re going through names, I’m Professor Flitwick. So, have you done anything strange?” said the short man I would refer to as Professor Flitwick.

My immediate thought went to the time I accidentally hoisted Rosie into the air when she had lost our soccer ball (which Hobbits were very good at with our big feet).

Then when Dad had burnt the supper over the fireplace, I had just picked up the lid of the pot, and the chicken was a beautiful golden brown. I usually tried to shake these things off, but they always happened.

Finally, I nodded to Professor Flitwick’s question, and he smiled. “That was magic you were doing my dear boy, and now you’re going off to Hogwarts.” He then patted me on the back and then said to my father, “Now Mr. Gardner, I’d be wiling to take the boy to get his school supplies, and you are welcomed to come along.”

I looked at my father with such a bright smile on my face, that he began to smile as well. “I’ll come,” he told us. “Man, I haven’t been out of these mountains for twenty-five years!”

:D beautiful! Thanks for letting me know more was up! This is awesome!!

amazing!!! thanks for keeping me posted on when the next chapter is up!

Oh! This is completely brilliant! :x3:

I can hardly wait to read more, keep up the good work!

One word: AWESOME!

wow! so cool!!!

Great chapter, Sarah :D I love it, it's not your everyday fanfic, it's original! :)

Thank you guys! This is the most feedback i've ever gotten on a fanfic! I might be jinxing it right now tho. (i sure hope not). :P

:loved:

I adored this fanfic!!!!!!!! It has a nice plot and wait for it... good grammar!!!!
:woot:!!!!!!

You are definitely not jinxing it. You're getting the great feedback because the story is great!!

Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it! :frodo:

Chapter 3

Outside our Hobbit hole, Professor Flitwick told us to take his arms and to hold on tight. We did what we were asked, and suddenly it was dark, and I felt like I was being sucked down a tube.

Finally, when I felt like my lungs would burst from not being able to get air; my large feet touched the ground. I looked around. We were in a dark alley. I turned to my dad. He seemed to be just as disheveled as I was. “What was that?” I asked.

“You just Apparated Bandy. It’s a way of wizard transport, but only grown wizards with licenses can truly do it. He then looked down at my feet and sighed to himself. “This won’t do, not at all.” He then pulled a stick out of his pocket, which I supposed was his wand, spun it, and out of no where I had a pair of tan loafers on my hairy feet. He then transfigured my breeches into strange, blue trousers, which he told me were denim, and replaced my waist coat and tunic with a cottony t-shirt. He then did the same with my dad, and we headed out of the alley, into a place liked id never seen before.

Lights were everywhere. The tallest buildings id ever seen would have surpassed mountains. And there was so much noise; humans everywhere, all taller than I. “Welcome to London,” cried out Professor Flitwick in his squeaky voice.

My dad looked shocked. I suppose London had changed during the past twenty-five years since my father had seen it last.

Professor Flitwick then escorted us to a small pub called The Leaky Cauldron. Dad couldn’t see it apparently, so I had to guide him in. Inside we found a grubby little bar with a toothless old man smiling at us. “Hello Filius, care for a drink?”

He obviously must’ve talking to Professor Flitwick since no one else was there, but Flitwick just simply replied, “Not now Tom. I have to bring this new student and his father in Diagon Alley.”

Tom turned to us; I suppose not realizing we were there since just now, since Professor Flitwick was probably about an inch taller than I. Tom then laughed, “I see you’ve finally found some fellows shorter than you, eh Filly?”

Flitwick smirked slightly and gave a fake chuckle, but truly looked offended. “Yeah,” he finally answered, “I suppose I did. Good day Tom.”

He then brought us to the back of the pub to a brick wall. He touched a certain amount of bricks with his wand, and out of nowhere, the bricks disappeared, and behind was a street grander than the one outside.

Streets filled with humans, all of which I assumed were witches and wizards, They were wearing robes of all different colors and were all standing in front of amazing shops. They one for everything it seemed. I truly couldn’t believe my eyes. All the people were taller than us. I couldn’t help thinking to a time (which was probably 20 minutes ago) when I thought I was tall. Many people looked down at us curiously, but didn’t say anything, afraid to offend us.

Professor Flitwick led us through bookstores, quill shops, parchment stores, a robe shop (in which the owner was utterly bemused by my measurements), and even a pet shop. There I got my new pet owl, named Gwaihir, who was a great eagle of legend. My owl was small like me, and I was glad that I got a small one as well, or I’d probably be terrified of my own pet.

While we were buying these things, Professor Flitwick explained to Dad and I about how the school had funds made for students who didn’t have money for supplies. Since there was no currency in the middle of the mountains (we traded goods), that sounded just about right.

Finally, we went to the wand shop. I read the sign. It said; Ollivander’s Established 382 B.C. I didn’t know how long ago that was, but I knew it was a long time ago.

We stepped inside, and Professor Flitwick cried out in his squeaky voice, “Mr. Ollivander!”

Then, a man on a rolling ladder came around the corner. He had big orb-like eyes with wisps of white hair. He towered over me; well I suppose everyone towered over me.

“Aww… Mr. Gardner, I knew you’d be coming soon.”

I gulped. Could he predict the future?

“Now, I remember giving your mum her wand. Natalie Ports; Acacia wood, unicorn hair. Now, how is she?”

I stared at him, not sure what to say. I turned to Dad, whose merry face was looking depressed. “She passed twenty-two years ago.”

Ollivander stared at him, “Shame. I apologize, sir. Now, Mr. Gardner, hold out your wand hand.”

I stared at him curiously and finally said with hesitation, “Well, I’m right-handed.”

“Perfect.” He then took out a tape measure and it began to, by it I might add, measuring me in strange places, like the length of my pinky and the space in between my nostrils. After Ollivander got the tape measure back, ke shook his head. “Odd measurements,” he stated, “Are you sure your human dear boy?” He then laughed.

I was about to tell him I wasn’t all human until I saw Flitwick’s look of warning.

Then, Mr. Ollivander went into a back room, and returned with probably about a dozen boxes. He took the top box and said, “Acacia wood, 8 ½ inches, dragon heartstring.”

I stared at it, and then gave it a flick. I heard a bang behind me; my dad’s curly brown hair was aflame. Professor Flitwick quickly pulled out his wand and made water pour out of the tip. So now my dad was soaked, Mr. Ollivander looked rather tired, and I was truly embarrassed. Then Mr. Ollivander gave me another one and told me the wand type. That one got all of the wands in the pile land all over the room. Soon a pile was creating itself in the corner of the room of wands that apparently did not want to be my friends.

Finally though, Mr. Ollivander gave me a wand and said, “I never expect this one to sell, but it might work with you. It is cherry wood, 5 ½ inches, and unicorn hair. Let’s give it a wave.”

Nervously, I picked it up, and I suddenly felt warmth in my hands, and red sparks flew out of it. At this, Ollivander smiled, and took it from me and wrapped it in brown paper. I heard Flitwick clapping behind me and Dad smiled reassuringly at me. I smiled back.

Finally we had finished our shopping. When we finally returned home, Flitwick grinned at me and waved. “See you in September Bandy! I hope you’re in Ravenclaw!”

I waved back, even though I was confused on what Ravenclaw was. “See you then Professor!”

With that, I closed the circular door and sat in our cave, hardly being able to wait until the summer was over.

Aaah, it's awesome :xd: And I didn't spot any grammar mistakes [those things really irk me out :P] so that's great! Let me take a guess at which house he'll be in... I think Gryffindor. Am I right? :P

You are just gonna have to wait and see Diana! :)

I like to call that 'the evil author reply' :P 'You have to wait and see'...

Thankyou sooooo much pls write more and more and more! I can't wait ^_^

amazing as always!!!

amazing!!!

:loved: Loved that chapter!! Hehe what a teeny wand, for a big Hobbit! Nice choice, Bandy! I hope he's a Ravenclaw. Flitwick will be a great mentor for him. I wonder what amazing adventures he will have at Hogy-Warts!! PAMS :D

Here's another chapter! I hope you enjoy! :rosie:




Chapter 4


The next day I went to my cousin Rosie’s house to see how she was doing. I knocked on the door, and there appeared my Aunt Firiel. She had left her clan in France to marry my Uncle Tolman. Her family was descended from the eldest child of Samwise Gamgee, Elanor the Fair. So my Aunt Firiel had beautiful curly blond hair with blue eyes, similar to what Elanor the Fair was supposed to look like in legend.

She smiled at me and said in her French accent, “Hello Bandy. Eet eez lovely to see you again. I’ll tell Rosie you are ‘ere.” She then turned form me and cried out “Rosie! Bandy’s here!”

I heard Rosie running across the cold hard floor. She opened the door and screamed, “Bandy!” She then hugged me so tight that I felt like I would suffocate. At the moment she was about one foot shorter than I was, but was slowly growing. She was probably going to end up being 3”5, if she was lucky. She had dirty-blond hair and hazel eyes that were always glistening with gladness.

She grabbed my hand and began to pull me into the valley. “Come on Bandy, let’s play some soccer!”

I pulled my hand out of hers. She stared at me curiously. “Rosie, I came to tell you something.”

She looked at me with great frustration. “Play now, talk later.” She then attempted to take a hold of my hand again, but I withdrew it quickly. “We can play after I tell you. It’s important.”

Rosie was very stubborn and persistent child. But finally she sat down on the stone ledge and said, “Fine, what do you want to talk about?”

I sat down next to her and said, “You’ll never believe it! I got accepted to a school!”

Rosie looked rather surprised. “I never knew there was a school for Hobbits.”

I smiled at her. “It’s not for just Hobbits. It’s for men!”

She gasped. “Bandy! You’re going to meet men!”
I nodded at her. “I already have. He was about am about an inch taller than I was, and he said he was short.”

Her hazel eyes widened. “Wow Bandy. That’s amazing! So, can I come?”

That was the question I was worried about. I scratched the back of my neck. “Well, I don’t think so. You have to have special abilities to go.”

Rosie smiled, “I have plenty of special abilities!” she exclaimed. “I put my foot behind my neck, I can wriggle my nose, and I can play soccer very well!”

I rolled my eyes at that last comment. She then began doing examples of her “special abilities”. Before she got too far with attempting to put her leg behind her head, I stopped her and finally said, “No. They are different kinds of abilities. Ones that I only got form my mother.”

She stared at me. I never talked about my mum very often, and she’d always be surprised when I did. “So you have to be of the race of Men?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “You have to be of the race of Men.”

She then frowned at me. “You’re so lucky to be a half-breed.” She then began to pout.

I sighed. I had to make her feel better somehow. “Listen, I’ll write to you. And I’ll tell you everything, okay? I’ll be so descriptive; you’ll feel like you were there.”

She looked up at me, and then a smile flashed on her face. “Okay Bandy. I can’t wait to get one of your letters.”

I grinned at her. She was such a little hobbit-lass. “Come on,” I finally said. “I want to show you how you’re going to get your mail.”

I then brought her back to my house and I showed her Gwaihir. She shrieked of course when I first showed her, but then I got her to calm down once I petted Gwaihir under the beak, which was probably the most dangerous zone you could touch on an animal that you think will bite.

I then gave Rosie some owl pellets and she cautiously fed him them. Then she took out her delicate hand and gingerly petted the top of his head. She then began to laugh, and she kept on asking me for owl pellets. Finally, I had to put them away, terrified Gwaihir would get fat if Rosie gave him too much. When Rosie left my house she cried out, “I’ll miss you Bandy!”

I smiled. “I’m not leaving for another month!” I then closed the door behind me, waiting for the end of that month to arrive.

I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE MONTH TO END :D
I can't wait to see what will happen at Hogwarts :D :D Great chapter!!

Happy Halloween everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 :x3:

:D:D 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 ^.^

This is amazing!!!

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 :glomp:

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 :)

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*

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.

!! 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 :P

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

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!! :evillaugh:

Muahah but you have to *smirks* Or maybe you could use the same one :) [I would probably do that :P]

:lol: 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 :mwaha:

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.

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? :P

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. ;)

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

AHHHH! CHARLIE :x3: 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. :D

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.

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. :)

Aaah, great chapter! :D I love the part with the dragons are too shy to talk thing :P And who's this girl with blue hair...omg, it clicked. Tonks?!

Cool! I love it, especiallly the bit about dragons!

:loved: SO CLOSE TO HOGWARTS!! Yay I'm so excited for his sorting :P Can't wait!
Great two chapters :D :D

Don't worry, I promise. Sorting is next chapter. :D

YAY Sorting :D :loved: :sort:

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone in America!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

Okay, so this one is really long, but it's the Sorting! I hope you enjoy!!!!:sort:


Chapter 7


Finally, the train came to a halt. It had been hours since the mysterious girl had given us the candy, and I was quite curious to find out who she was.

To avoid the crowd, I grabbed Charlie’s hand and quickly maneuvered our way to the door. I must say, it was quite a reach for his hand, but he followed easily. “You’re pretty fast for a little guy,” he told me with great ease.

It was true. All hobbits were able to easily walk around, and quietly too, which is surprising since we have such big feet.

When we got off the train, the first thing I saw was a big black soft thing that I immediately bumped into. While I was still disoriented from the fall, I heard a rough voice come up from the large thing, “Sorry ‘bout that little guy.” It then lifted me up as if I weighed less than nothing and brought me to my feet.

When I finally was able to stand for myself, I looked up to see a giant. Or, at least, he looked like a giant. He must have been four times bigger than I was and seven times as wide. His feet in black boots looked like they could crush me and not even notice they stepped on something. His black hair and beard were tangled like a bird’s nest, and his black eyes were staring at me with a great look of concern. “You okay little feller?”

I tried to smile at him, but failed. Nervously, I replied, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

I turned to Charlie to tell him that we should probably go, but he staring up at the giant as if he had never seen a man before. “My brother Bill told me about you. You’re Hagrid aren’t you! You’re the gamekeeper.”

Hagrid smiled. “Yep, that’s me. Nice to know I’m talked about.”

Really wanting to leave, I stammered, “We should probably head towards the school, thank you though.”
I then was about to walk around him when he said, “But all firs’ years have gotta come with me! Don’t worry little guy, we’ll leave as soon as we got them all rounded up.”

I stood there nervously, with Charlie, and avoiding Hagrid’s feet as much as possible. We’d been standing there for about five minutes, when Charlie looked down at his sweater. “Oh my gosh! My dragon pin! I saved up two years for that!” Frantic, he felt anywhere on him, on the verge of tears.
As if like she had heard him, a girl’s voice came behind me. “Excuse me, is this yours?”

We all turned around. And, I must admit, this girl was pretty. She had long blond hair, clear blue eyes, and the occasional freckle on her pale face.
But Charlie didn’t pay attention to her face. He was looking at the hand she had outstretched. “My dragon pin!” he exclaimed, taking it. “I’ve been looking all over for this! Thanks…”

But his thought was lost as he looked onto her facial features.

She smiled, “My name is Jen.”

He gulped, and said rather nervously, “Charlie.”

While they shook hands, I looked up at Hagrid, and he was doing the same thing I was; smirking.

After they let go, she smiled and said, “See you at Hogwarts.” She then turned away into the crowd.

“Yeah, see you at Hogwarts,” Charlie replied, waving at her.
He stood there for a minute, still as stone, until Hagrid finally said, “Well, best get to the boats! Come firs’ years; to the boats!”

We followed him, and to my dismay, Charlie chose the boat closest to Hagrid’s. I had to follow. The boat was then filled with two other students, who I later learned were Heather Finnigan and Tong-u Chang.

As we made our way across the lake, Charlie and Hagrid were having an animated conversation about dragons. Well, they seemed like they’d get along, I thought.

I looked around me at the other boats, and while I was looking, I saw her! The girl from the train! She was staring silently ahead with her bright blue hair waving behind her in the wind. I tried to wave hello to her, but she didn’t seem to notice me. It might’ve been just because I was so small, or she was too busy staring in front of us. So tired of her not seeing me, I decided to turn and see what she was looking at.

At the moment I turned around my jaw dropped. Let me just say this now; Hogwarts is BIG!! And I know everything looks big around me, but I mean really big. Like; so big it makes Hagrid look like an ant. It was a huge castle standing on top of a cliff over-looking a lake. The towers jutted out of the sides of the many buildings connected by hallways like orc teeth. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen!

When we finally came to ground, I couldn’t help but kiss it. The only hobbits that like boating are the Brandybucks, and they sailed to America centuries ago. After I finished hugging the ground, and having many eleven year olds laughing at me, I walked up the stairs behind Charlie.

Hagrid then smiled at us and said roughly, “I’ll leave you guys with Professor McGonagall. Good luck everyone!” He then waved at us and disappeared.
We all stood there silently, not really knowing what to do. Everyone towered over me, and most didn’t realize I was there, and those who did stared curiously at me. Really, now that I look back on it, who could blame them? Not many people see less then four foot tall first years.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, a woman with tight bun at the top of her head and square spectacles walked in with such a thin mouth I could’ve coward. I could tell she was stern, but she had a look in her eyes that she was fair. She stared down at all of us. “Welcome to Hogwarts!’ she exclaimed. “I’m Professor McGonagall, deputy headmistress at Hogwarts, Transfiguration teacher, and head of Gryffindor house. Today, you will step into that great hall and be sorted into your house. There are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. All are worthy of all of you, the question is, which one are you worthy of? Now, when I give the signal, you will walk out to the front of the hall, and wait patiently and quietly in a line.”
I looked towards Charlie. He was sweating and his cheeks were getting as rosy as my dad’s. I, myself was nervous, even though I never heard of any of these houses before, except for Ravenclaw which Flitwick didn’t define to me. I knew this “sorting” would change the course of my life forever.

Finally, McGonagall waved her hand, and one-by-one, we walked through the doors and into the hall. This hall was huge. It had four tables vertically filled with human children in black robes. In front of us was one table filled with many human adults of all ages staring down at us all; some with curiosity, some with smiles, and some even with great discontent. I did notice Professor Flitwick. He smiled and waved at me, I returned it. I remembered his last words to me, “I hope you’re in Ravenclaw!” And because of his words, I was hoping the same.

Many of the kids around us were smirking, them too trying to make sense of us. Many especially were staring at me.

Finally, we all got up to the front of the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall had just set a rather old large hat on the table. It reminded me a lot of Gandalf’s hat from all the old drawings. Suddenly the room quieted, as the rip in the old hat opened wide and began a song!

My mind wasn’t hearing the song; since, you know, the hat as singing; but I actually comprehended about what it was talking about. Gryffindor house was for the brave, Ravenclaw was for the smart, Hufflepuff was for the loyal, and Slytherin was for the self-determined. Then the thought came to me. What house was I going to be put in?

Once the rip in the hat closed, McGonagall picked up a long piece of parchment, and began reading off names in alphabetical order.

“Amicucci, Nancy.” At that moment a small girl with many freckles nervously walked up to the hat. McGonagall put it on her, and for a moment there was silence.

Then, from the rip in the hat, it screamed, “HUFFLEPUFF!”

One of the tables cheered in jubilation. I gulped. I hoped they would do the same for me.

So far there had been two Slytherins, four Hufflepuffs, two Gryffindors, and four Ravenclaws. Then came up “Finnigan, Heather.”

While she was sorted into Ravenclaw, I began to think. Oh my gosh! They’re so close to the G’s! What if I’m not put in a house? What if it tells me no half-Hobbit could ever step in this castle! I’d be dead, really dead! Rosie would be so disappointed!

Finally, I heard my name, “Gardner, Bandobras”.

I, nervously, walked up to Professor McGonagall, waved at Professor Flitwick behind me, who waved back, and before I knew it, the hat was over my eyes, and I could see no more.

“Hello my dear boy. Let’s look at your mind. You’ve got knowledge my boy. Plenty of knowledge. And you have bravery as well. But the thing that shines out the most Bandy, is your loyalty. That’s why I’ll put you in… HUFFLEPUFF!!!”

I had made it! The hat had sorted me! The table that had cheered for Nancy and Tong-u were clapping and cheering. Some were screaming, “We got the short one! We got the short one!”

I sat down, grinning ear to ear, and listened to the rest of the sorting, hoping that Charlie would join me in Hufflepuff.

After many kids, “Kulwiak, Jen” came up, I looked at Charlie, and he was smiling. I smiled too. Oh Charlie.
After a long time, the hat on Jen’s head finally screamed, “SLYTHERIN!”

I turned to Charlie to see his reaction. He looked as if he had been betrayed. I couldn’t understand why. Slytherin didn’t sound that bad. Self-determination was a good quality.

After what seemed like ages, I heard McGonagall say, “Tonks, Nymphadora”. There she was! The mysterious girl from the train! As the hat went over her blue hair, there was silence. “HUFFLEPUFF!”

I cheered along with all the other kids. And Nymphadora sat down next to me.

I didn’t say anything to her yet, because I wanted to hear everybody else’s houses. Five more Hufflepuffs joined our table, until Charlie came up. He was the last in the line. I stood there, praying that he’d be with me in Hufflepuff, but then I heard the hat scream “GRYFFINDOR!”

I sat there in dismay, while the table to our right cheered him on. I could see Charlie’s brother Bill, who pat his brother on his back in congratulations. That’s when I thought, maybe it’s better this way.

Then, the old man that looked a lot like Gandalf from the pictures (notice everything reminds me of Gandalf) who sat in the middle of the staff table got up, and began to speak. “Now, I don’t want to keep you from the feast, so let me just give you my name and a few words before you start.” From behind his long silver beard and mustache, he smiled. “My name is Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts. And here are my choice words; twinkle, splash, bogie, and jumper. Thank you.”

I turned to an older kid next to me. “Does he do this every year?” I whispered.

“Yep, every year.” He then rolled his eyes and looked back up at the headmaster, who was still talking.

“Now, please, enjoy the feast!” He then clapped his hands and sat down. I looked down at the once empty platters, which were now covered with foods that I had only seen in photos. Some of them Dad and I had cooked, like chicken, peas, carrots, potatoes. But some I had never tasted before, like salmon, steak, mints, and all these different kind of meat pies. I immediately piled one of everything on my plate.

I turned to Nymphadora, finally happy to meet her, and said, “Hi Nymphadora, I’m Bandy.”

I held out my hand, but she turned to me with anger on her face. “Don’t call me Nymphadora!” And then, something very peculiar happened. Her hair went from icy blue to a deep, blood red. I yelped back in alarm. She, realizing what was wrong, said, “Oh, sorry about that. Sometimes I just can’t control it.” She then changed her hair back to blue.

I was still staring at her, transfixed. Finally I answered, “How-how’d you do th-that?”

She answered, “I’m a Metamorphmagus. I can transfer my looks at will. And sorry for snapping at you like that. I’ve just always hated being called Nymphadora. Just call me Tonks.” She was smiling wide.

I couldn’t help but smile back. “Thanks by the way for the candy on the train.”

“It was no problem. I didn’t want you guys starving. Anyway, this feast sure looks good.”

“Yeah, it sure does. A lot of these foods I haven’t even had before.” I answered.

She stared at me bewildered. “So you never had like steak before?”

“Never.” I answered.

She sighed sympathetically. “No wonder you’re so small. You never got your proteins. Do you need help getting anything?”

She looked down at me. It was true. I could hardly reach anything on the table. My chin just made it above the table if I stretched. “Thanks. Could you pass me the biscuits?”

She passed them to me. “Thank you.”

“You know, they should probably get you your own low table, or a higher seat. I’m sure that small teacher could help.”

She pointed at Professor Flitwick. “Yeah, I’ll ask Professor Flitwick later.”

She smiled. “Alright, sounds good.”

With that, we got back to our food, and I knew immediately that I had just made a very good friend.

Wow amazing, I had a feeling that he would be in Hufflepuff!

Yay he got into Hufflepuff with Tonks :D :D That's great! And a fantastic chapter too :D

I love this crossover!!! I can't wait for more :) P A M S

I so want Bandy, Charlie and Tonks to be a trio :P Awesome chapter!! Ha, knew it had to be Hufflepuff! [well, not really, I was thinking maybe gryffindor too :P] and I felt sorry for Bandy when he couldn't reach the food :(

Believe me, they will. And mayb they'll become a foursome once somebody joins. ;)

Hope you guys like it! :sam:



Chapter 8


That night things went swimmingly. Professor Dumbledore told us all the rules of the school. I couldn’t understand why we weren’t aloud in the Forbidden Forest (besides, you know, the name) because I was always taught that forest were so great.

Well, finally we had finished the feast, and we headed to the dormitories for the night. Unlike most of the houses, we didn’t have to walk far. Our common room was right by the kitchens, and the prefect explained to us how to get in and out. After saying the password, (house-elves), we walked into a round and earthy room. I smiled. It reminded me of a hobbit-hole. I felt at home.

Immediately up the stairs to the boys dorms and I wrote a letter to both my dad and Rosie. A promise is a promise. I told them about the sorting (minus the hat) and Charlie and Tonks and all the other people I met. I felt bad having to lie to Rosie, but I had to keep me being a wizard secret, or else she’d go blabbing.

I then called for Gwaihir, and I tied the letters to his leg, and he flew out the window into the sky.

Feeling good about this, I crawled into bed. It was a four-poster with yellow and black hangings. The four other boys in my dorm, Tong-u, Peter, Adam, and Rufus soon joined me. As soon as I rolled over in my new bed, I fell asleep.

That morning I woke up, got into my new uniform, and went downstairs to find Tonks waiting. Her hair was yellow. “What’s with the hair change?” I asked.

“I decided I’m going to have a different hair color for each environment. In the common room it’ll be yellow, when I’m in the great Hall it’ll be blue, and the rest I’ll leave myself to choose from.”

I smiled. “Interesting,” I answered. We laughed and began to walk down to the Great Hall. As we walked, I began to realize how confusing this castle was and how everyone was probably going to trample on me at some point.

When we had gotten to the Great Hall, I went over to the Gryffindor table to say hi to Charlie. He was talking to his older brother Bill. I smiled. “Hey Charlie.”

He looked up. “Hey Bandy,” he replied.
Bill smiled at me too. “Good to know my brother has made a friend. I’m Bill. We haven’t officially met yet.” He gave me his hand and I shook it. “Now, if you need any help, just call me, you got it Bandy.”
“Got it,” I answered. “Thanks Bill.”

“No prob,” Bill said. “Well, better get to Transfiguration. See you guys!”

We waved good-bye to him, and I talked to Charlie for a bit. He was real excited and nervous about the first day of school. Agreeing with these comments, I finally told him I should probably eat breakfast on my first day and that I’d see him around.

When I got back to the Hufflepuff table, I grabbed a piece of toast and sat down with Tonks to talk for a bit. Her hair was blue again, and after breakfast was over we headed to our first lessons at Hogwarts.

Transfiguration, Tonks was violet. It looked rather nice I must admit. Professor McGonagall was very stern but she treated us fairly. And the Hufflepuffs shared that class with the Gryffindors, which made it great because that meant I could spend more time with Charlie. Also, that was the class that I was able to make Tonks and Charlie friends.

Potions was the opposite though. Professor Snape just seemed to hate all of us. Tonks’ hair was green.

The worst; Defense Against the Dark Arts. I always dreaded that class. Not that I hate the subject, it was the teacher! Professor Ports was a very old and bitter man. He would give us all dirty looks, but he absolutely hated me the most. He was rather short for a man, with black hair in a ponytail and sad black eyes to match. Many students said that he and Snape would make the best of friends, but they seemed to hate each other too. Professor Ports enjoyed his solitude.

Charms was most fun. Professor Flitwick was so good to us. He would always tell me, “Hufflepuff has stolen a great student from the hands of Ravenclaw.” I would always smile at this, and Tonks enjoyed him too. We actually accomplished something in that class. I had mentioned my problem with reaching the table, and he told me there would be a tall stool waiting for me at the Hufflepuff table. I would see the Slytherins in that class, which meant seeing Jen. She was really a nice girl, and I would try to mention Charlie as much as possible, but she would always change the subject. Tonks’ hair was orange.

And then, Herbology. Professor Sprout was a new teacher, and she was also the Head of Hufflepuff house. She would dote on us a great deal. She would always give us extra house points and she would always let us get off easy. During Herbology with the Ravenclaws, I would work with Tonks on my left with her brown hair and Heather Finnigan on my right. She seemed so nice to me, and she was the only Ravenclaw that I had talked to. She didn’t seem to care that I was short with hairy feet. That’s a characteristic I admire. :)

History of Magic with Professor Binns was just really… interesting! Most people hate it and fall asleep, but I just adore it! I grew up reading history books as dry as unbuttered toast, so this was even more interesting than I could imagine. In this class Tonks’ hair was white, as to look like Professor Binns, who was a ghost.

All of my classes I had about three times a week, which could sometimes be enjoyable, and others a pain. But that first day I only had Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, and History of Magic.

The weeks would go by, and after every day I was well-out pooped. Each night I would just want to go back to the small cave in the mountains, and just rest my eyes while being able to hear a pin drop.

But, alas, the common room was no place for peace and quiet. Many children of wizards were running about with Fanged Frisbees and Fireworks and what not. I had to get away!

I always would take a walk. Anywhere I could find really. One cool Monday in mid-October, I had decided to go up to the Owlery. But I would not know where it was if it wasn’t for Bill. Bill was such a sweet character. But his friends though, oh don’t get me started! They were so rude, and whenever Bill wasn’t around they would pick on Charlie. I would see it constantly from the other side of the Great Hall, and would always irk me.

Anyway, sorry to rant off there. So, I headed up to the Owlery. And I was to find Gwaihir in a nearby window waiting patiently for me to arrive. He knew I would come every day, or he would be called. For everyday I would have to send a letter to both Rosie and Dad. So far, I had been able to keep my lineage secret from Rosie, but I felt soon she would catch on. She might be small and stubborn, but at chances she could be intelligent.

As I walked up the spiral staircase passed all the sleeping owls and their pellets, I looked out the window, and noticed something I hadn’t before. You might not know this, but Hobbits have very keen eye sights. Of course, not as good as elves; but still okay. I had noticed that on a few mountains away, I could see some little figures running around on a cliff from a cave. I couldn’t tell much, but I knew that they all had curly hair, and they were all either wearing skirts or breeches. Hobbits! My hobbit clan was only a few mountains from Hogwarts!

I immediately took out a quill form my robe pocket, and scribbled the fact on the bottom of the two letters I was sending. That would probably explain why Gwaihir would always come back so fast with letters. For Charlie and Tonks it took weeks.

After I had sent Gwaihir off with a pat on the beak and an owl treat, I went back down the Owlery stairs to the only other quiet place in the castle; the library.

As I got there, I discovered Charlie, who was sitting at a table, pouring over a Potions essay. I smiled at him, and sat down on top of the table so I could look at him without needing to look up.

“Hey,” I whispered.

He looked up. “Hey.” He paused. “Did you know that Snape is evil?”

I smiled. “What did he assign this time to you guys?”

Snape had always given the Gryffindors a harder time than the rest of us. He really seemed to hate them. I couldn’t understand why though. I mean, students are students right?

“A three foot essay on bezoars. What the heck even is a bezoar?”

I stared at him in confusion. “I have no idea.”

He made a kind of strange, frustrated noise out of his throat and shut the book. He then looked up behind me, and suddenly got a spontaneous tenderness in his eyes. I turned around to see what he was looking at, and noticed Jen studying the corner with a bunch of other Slytherins. When he noticed I was looking, he picked up a large Herbology book and began to read it. But his eyes were not moving back and forth like any normal reader.

At that point I had caught up with what was going on. I may have grown up in the middle of nowhere, but I knew my stuff. So I whispered to him, “Have you talked to Jen lately?”

He looked up, in surprise. “NO. Why would you say that?” He said this rather fast.

I smiled. I finally mentioned, “Well, it’s no secret Charlie, that, umm… you like her.”

Charlie then did a quite bad acting job of scoffing. “Don’t be ridiculous. Why would I like a Slytherin?”

I then stared at him in confusion. “What’s so bad with being a Slytherin?” I asked him innocently.

He then stared at me like I was san idiot. “Slytherins are Slytherins! And Gryffindors are Gryffindors! They’re different!”

“So?” I said. “Differences are good.” I then thought of my parents.

“YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND BANDY! YOU JUST… don’t.” He then went silent, and he looked sheepish. “I’m sorry Bandy. I didn’t mean that. I really didn’t. Could we just switch the conversation?”

I was hurt, but I could understand Charlie’s point of view. It might not have been right, but it made sense. Finally, I answered, “Sure Charlie.
What do you want to talk about?”

“Well, I’m going to Hagrid’s this Saturday. Want to come?”

I smiled nervously. Even though I knew Hagrid was nice, I also knew he was rather clumsy. That’s what made him terrifying to me. But glad that Charlie was smiling again, I said “Sure Charlie. That sounds like fun.”

So, we headed together out of the library together (under the watchful eye of Madam Pince the librarian), and walked to our separate common rooms, ready for another day of school.

Woah I like this story! (:
PAMS!

Eviee!

Nice post :) I can't wait for more PAMS!

Nice! I love how Tonks kept changing her hair colour :) PAMS!

I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wish I could change my hair colour like Tonks!

That would be a good talent to haev. I get awful jealous of Tonks sometimes. I mena, to change your appearance? I don't think Tonks knows how lucky she is.
So who is your fav character so far?

Sorry it's short, but I promise more soon! Something very exciring is about to happen! :frodo:



Chapter 9


That Wednesday, the worst had happened. As I was walked to Defense Against the Dark Arts with Tonks, we were running late I suppose. Let’s just say this, Tonks was having some trouble with her hair color (half of it was macaroni yellow, the other eggplant). So we decided to race there, for a bit of competition.

Well, when we finally got to the classroom, Tonks ran in right before me and pushed me aside, you know, as fun. As soon as she raced in, the bell rang. As I brushed myself off, I pushed the heavy door opened, and came face to face with Professor Ports. His sad black eyes stared at me with such irritation and hatred; I could’ve wet my pants. Of course, I didn’t.
He then said very calmly under his bushy black beard, “Gardner, detention. Saturday, 10:00 am, my office.”

At that happy note, I dragged my feet to my seat next to Tonks.

“Sorry about that Bandy. I shouldn’t have pushed you,” Tonks whispered to me as she pushed back her red hair.

“No worries,” I whispered back. Then I told her, “You know, I’m going to Hagrid’s on Friday. Want to come?”

She looked at me and nodded. “Sure.”

Finally, Defense Against the Dark Arts was over. As I jumped off my tall stool that I sat on to actually reach the desk, I heard Professor Ports’ voice behind me. “Nymphadora,” he was the only teacher who denied calling Tonks by her surname. “Would you stay after class please?”

I turned to Tonks, she looked stunned. As she walked over to him, she turned back, and I shrugged. What else was I supposed to tell her?

I waited outside for what seemed like hours, when she finally came out. “So,’ I questioned. “What did he say?”

But she wouldn’t talk to me, hardly even looked at me.

“Tonks?” I took by both arms and stared into her face. Her eyes were different. They were no longer cheery and excitable, but stern and stormy. She didn’t seem to notice I was there. Finally, I did the only thing I could think of.

I slapped her.

Okay, I know it sounds mean, but I did it. And luckily she came back. “Sorry Bandy,” she told me. “What were you saying?”

“What happened in there?” I asked her again.

“Nothing, he just gave me something.”

I was completely befuddled by this. “What? Can I see?”

“I’m sorry Bandy, but I really shouldn’t.”

I stared at her. “Why not?”

“Because it was given to me and so I should be the only one to see it.” Her roots began to turn blood red. That meant bad news.

Now she was starting to scare me a little. “Calm down, Tonks. You don’t have to tell me. Let’s just get to Charms before we’re late.”

“Yeah, okay.” She now seemed a bit confused, but we walked down together to Charms, and I kept my topic as far off as possible from Professor Ports.

Good chapter I like :D

Really great chapter!! I'm so curious, why's Tonks acting so weird?? Prof Ports kinda reminds me of Prof Kysely...so I automatically hate him :p PAMS!

:lol:
Trust me, he's not quite as mean as Professor Kysley.
Soon I'll give you a reason to pity him.

Fantastic post. I love how everyones go to idea for when someone is out of it is to slap them. Ah, I just love Bandy. PAMS!

Amazing as always. I love Bandy, he's the best! I wonder what's up with Tonks? Update soon!

Merry christmas everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've done a lot of writing over te Christmas holiday, so I have written like 4 chapters so far! :) So here's Chapter 10. I hope you enjoy! :precious:



Chapter 10


“So, thinking about trying out for Quidditch Charlie?” asked Hagrid as he poured each of us a cup of tea in his hut. “I’ve seen you flying up at the field when you had free time, and you’re pretty good.”

“Nah, no first year has made the House team in a century. I don’t think I’ll be the next one.”

Hagrid smiled. “Oh, come on now. Have a bit o’ hope.”

It was Friday. Hagrid’s hut was very cozy, and a fire was going on in the corner. His big boar hound, Fang, was laying on my lap, which was quite uncomfortable since he must’ve weighed at least three times more than me. As I reached for my tea from behind one of Fang’s legs I put out the question of, “What’s Quidditch?”

At that, everyone went silent. Charlie stared at me like I was crazy, and Tonks nearly dropped her tea cup. Hagrid just simply sat there, stunned. Finally, Charlie said to me, “Well, it’s only the best sport in the world! I’m gonna have to show you some time. You have the build for a Seeker.”

Having no idea what a “Seeker” was, I just simply stayed quiet and sipped my tea.

We then dropped the subject of Quidditch, and continued on with the subject of school. I explained to them all about my detention of Professor Ports, with Tonks adding random details and making background noises as if it was some thriller movie. Charlie was also complaining about Professor Snape.

“I mean, we’re first years, not homework monkeys!” he’d exclaim at the top of his voice. “He’s only bagging on me because I’m a Gryffindor.”

Because I still understand House troubles, I didn’t say anything. But I knew that there was a problem and it needed to be solved.

“Now Charlie,” Hagrid would say. “Professor Snape may be the head of Slytherin House, but he is also an ‘ogwarts teacher. And teachers are not prejudice.”

“That’s what you think,” I heard Charlie mutter. But Hagrid did not hear because of the water kettle’s shrieking.

After Hagrid made himself more tea, and gave Fang a bone so he would get off of me (it was starting to get difficult to breathe), he sat down and looked out at us all.

“Hagrid,” said Charlie timidly, “Why aren’t we allowed to go in the forest?”

Hagrid looked at him, half-smiling. “Well, Charlie, there are dangerous creatures in that forest and it’s too dangerous fer kids, you know.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Well, there are werewolves and centaurs and unicorns…”

“Unicorns aren’t scary,” whispered Tonks with giggles.

“I’m just listing all the creatures off,” he replied smiling. “Then there’s bowtruckles and thestrals, and then something strange. Something unnatural.” His voice then trailed off.

I looked up at him, lost for words. Something unnatural? “What do you mean ‘something unnatural’?” I questioned.

“I don’t really know. All what I really know is that there’s this little hollow that all the animals steer away from. And I not sure why.”

“Well there must be some reason,” Tonks inquired. “Have you ever seen anything strange in that hollow?”

“No, can’t say I have,” replied Hagrid quietly. “But I know one thing,” he continued. “It isn’t something that will be of good service to the school.”

There was silence in the hut. We were all thinking the same thing. What was it?

The silence was then broken by Charlie. “Well I know one thing Hagrid, we’re gonna help you capture it!”

I stared at him in shock. We?

Luckily, Hagrid put this idea down right away. “You’ll do no such thin’. You could easily get hurt out there by that unnatural thin’! No, no, absolutely not!”

Charlie dropped the subject, but both Tonks and I could still see that crazy, manic, Gryffindor look in his eyes.

Hagrid then looked at the clock. “Oh my, is it really that time already? You guys better a get goin’ if you don’t want to be caught out after hours. And good luck with your detention Bandy.”

I then suddenly remembered my going-to-be-dreadful morning with Professor Ports. “Thanks Hagrid!”

We then all waved and headed back up to the castle.

Oh I can just see Charlie doing something stupid :P
Great chapter, PAMS!

Eviee.

Hey, Sarah!
This is a wonderful story!
You are you a fantastic job writing it. :D
This is a cute and adorable story. Can't wait for more!
-Rachel :)

Another amazing chapter, keep up the good work!

Great post. I can see great trouble waiting for them in the forest. Happy New Years!

Happy New Year's everyone! I hope we all have a fantastic 2012! :D

I just started reading this story after 10 chapters, but I've got to mention all the things that I loved about this :twins2:

1. I've read The Hobbit, and you nailed the fantasy elements of it! Bandy's one lucky Hobbit to be going to Hogwarts. It's really funny to see how he's reacting to the Wizarding world, too. And I wonder what Rose will say when she finds out...
2. SO many people compare Dumbledore to Gandalf, and it was fun to see what Bandy thought of him.
3. Getting to know Charlie and Bill a little more was fun.
4. Bandy being friends with Tonks made me smile. My avatar's namesake approves :)

You're so sweet! Thank you! And I'm glad I got the approval of your namesake! :)

Oh, and all who read this must know, today is the 120th birthday of Tolkein, the genius behind LOTR (found this out by my awesome new LOTR calendar)! Without him, Bandy would've never come across my mind! So, everyone please take time to ponder this international holiday, and God bless his soul! :)

Ok, so this chapter is liek you're going from Hogwarts from General Hospital, but I hope you enjoy!
*SPOILER* You find out about Professor Ports' tortured past.:gollum:



Chapter 11


That Saturday, I woke up early, got dressed and headed down to Professor Ports’ office for my detention (not without stopping at the Great Hall for an early breakfast.)

As I walked over there, my heart was pounding. What would I be forced to do during my first detention? Or what will be done to me? Will it be worse then orc torture? Or maybe he’ll make me listen to modern music. Oh that would be evil.

As I finished these thoughts going through my head, I found myself knocking on the Professor’s door.

When I heard his voice tell me it was okay to come in, I did so subconsciously.

His office was rather small. It was very plain and simple, but all there were pictures all over his desks. I couldn’t see those pictures inside the frames, but I’m sure they were of people that he loved. His desk was made of what looked like pine, along with the cabinets lining the walls. He was sitting at his desk, with a chair across from him on the other side of it.

“Mr. Gardner, please take a seat,” he told me, gesturing to the chair.

I sat down and asked, “What will I be doing today Professor?”

“You’ll be doing some lines for me,” he answered solemnly.

He gave me a piece of a paper and I took out my quill to begin writing. “What should I write,” I questioned.

“‘I shall not be tardy.’ I think if you write it about two hundred times it will be sufficient,” he replied.

I then dabbed my quill in ink, and began to write down the words, “I shall not be tardy.”

It truly wasn’t as bad as I imagined it being. I thought he would’ve done something truly horrid.

Occasionally, I would look up, and I would see him looking at the picture frames. When I had finished the sentence for the one-hundredth time, I decided that I should try and sneak a peak at one of the pictures. The one closest to me, it showed a woman, a beautiful woman. She seemed to be petite, and she had beautiful gray eyes and long, shining, auburn hair. She smiled up at him warmly. He smiled back, with more sadness than usual in his eyes.

Finally, I had plucked up my courage, “Excuse me, Professor Ports?”

His eyes suddenly changed back to being stern. “What Mr. Gardner?”

“Umm… Who is that woman?” I pointed to the photo with the end of my quill.

He sighed. “Never you mind!” he answered me after a pause.

After writing five more lines I inquired him further, “Please sir, I’m truly curious.”

He took a deep breath and answered, “Fine, but listen closely.”

I stared at him with a great concentration, as if I was about to be told a bedtime story. “This was my wife,” he told me simply.

I looked at him. “What do you mean by ‘was’ sir? Has she… passed?”
“Yes Mr. Gardner she has.” The sadness was back in his eyes, and I began to pity him.

“What did she die from sir?” I continued to ask.

He looked at me as if I was torturing him. “From grief, Mr. Gardner.”

When I had opened my mouth again, I suppose he realized what my next question would be, so he answered it before it even came off my lips. “You see, our daughter, had run away. Only left a letter. Apparently to marry some boy she had just met. I had never even seen the boy. We never saw her again. It was a large blow for the both of us, but it hit my wife hardest. Our daughter’s name was Natalie.” He then turned around another picture, and my heart stopped. She looked so familiar. She was rather stout with black hair and black eyes that bore straight through me. She wasn’t very pretty, but her picture was smiling. Not just any smile, but my smile. My mother it was.

For a time I couldn’t breathe. Professor Ports was my grandfather. There was no way around it. How could fate tell me this in such a cruel way?
Finally I asked, after taking a much needed breath, “So you know nothing about what happened to your daughter, Professor Ports?”

He looked at me suspiciously. “She could be dead for all I know.”

My mind was racing. She was dead and he didn’t even know it. My heart ached for him. What a life to have. I decided the best thing to do was get out of their as soon as I could. I finished the last 95 lines of my punishment quickly, and dashed out of there as fast as my large hobbit feet could take me.

Woah quiet a chapter! I like it!
PAMS!

Eviee.

Wow, that is definitely quite the story. Very good!
Poor, Professor. That is horrible, and porr Bacndy having no clue what in the world to do.
-Rachel :)

Yep. Little Bandy is pretty clueless. But it'll be okay in the end
I think...

I sure hope so. :)

WOW!! That's a shock. Poor Bandy and poor Professor Ports.

Woah, he's his grandpa? And I can't wait till they go into the forest! :) Awesome job, Sarah, keep writing! And also Happy Belated New Year to everyone ^^

My sincerest apologies for not reading and commenting lately, life has been rather hectic, but I did just read all of the new chapters, and I can not express just how much I love them! They are so brilliant, and you capture the hobbit-ness of Bandy perfectly! It's really awesome actually!

I especially loved the appearance of Tonks, the comparing of Gandalf and Dumbledore, Professor Ports and his whole background, as well as Jen, I can't wait to see what happens with her!

I of course thought that Bandy would be a Gryffindor, but now that I think about it, he makes a wonderful Hufflepuff!

I'm glad you're enjoying it, and don't worry about not reading for awhile. I completely understnad how hectic life can be! And thank you for reading.
And I jsut want to let you know that you are the first reader to comment about Jen! Thank you, because I love writing about her too! :D

K, new chapter! It's kind of short, but mini-climax coming soon! :D Enjoy:frodo:


Chapter 12


“Hey Bandy.”

I looked up from my book. It was Jen.

“Oh, hey Jen.”

She sat down across from me. We were in the library about a half an hour after supper. The sun was beginning to set. We would all be heading home in two weeks for Christmas holidays. “I haven’t talked to you in a long time.”

It was true. The last we talked must’ve been at least three weeks ago.

“I heard about your detention with Professor Ports. How was it?”

I stared at her. It had been one week since my detention with Professor Ports. I didn’t tell a soul about it. I was far too haunted and ashamed about it, and I’m pretty sure he’d be pretty ashamed to hear the story too. So I just answered Jen’s question with the usual answer, “He made me do lines.”

She smiled at me. “That’s good.” I went back to my book. It was truly interesting. It was talking about all different sorts of magical creatures. Some I recognized from the old tales, but some were completely new to me. Then nervously she asked, “So, umm… how’s Charlie?”

I glanced up from my fascinating book with a look of mild surprise. “He’s doing fine,” I answered, slightly suspicious. “Why are you asking?”

“No reason, just curious,” she answered quickly. “I haven’t spoken to him since I gave him his dragon pin.”

“Yeah,” I said absently. I would’ve smirked to myself, but I just noticed a picture in the book that shocked me greatly. It was a tall figure. Cloaked in black it was. It had the air of one who would want me in the worst pain possible. It was standing; no, not the right word; hovering over a human, who was withering with fear. I could only think of one thing when I saw it; a Ringwraith.

I turned around to see Tonks walking towards us. Her eyes were wandering, as if she wasn’t sure where to go. “Hey, Tonks!”

She looked over at me, and got a sense of coldness about her. “What do you want?” she asked.

I looked at her in amazement, but I tried to ignore. She’d been this way for awhile now, but I just couldn’t figure out why. She was so nice before. But other times she seemed so lost that I had to talk to her and help her. Finally, I just said, “I just wanted to say hi.”

“Fine,” she answered.

Jen was just staring at her. “Hey Tonks,” she whispered.

“Hey Jen, how are you?” she said, now suddenly seeming friendly.

“I’m fine, just a little tired from homework.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Tonks,” I said again, trying to get her attention. “Do you know what this is?” I pointed to the Ringwraith, and as soon as I did I realized it was a mistake. At that she began to cower, and then she collapsed in the middle of the entire library. I could see a tear go down her cheek. “What’s wrong with her?” I asked quietly, mostly to myself.

Jen got up from her chair and began examining Tonks. Tonks was still conscious, but she had a terrified look in her eyes. “I don’t know. Tonks, are you okay?” The entire library was watching.

Tonks lay there in Jen’s arms like a small child. After a long time of staring and waiting, Tonks nodded silently. “Okay then Tonks, can you get up?” Tonks nodded again, and Jen gingerly helped her.

Everybody then went back to their business.

When Jen set Tonks in a plushy chair at the end of table, I whispered to Jen when she came back to sit down, “What is this?” I pointed once again to the Ringwraith.

“That’s a dementor,” she said simply. She looked back towards Tonks for a second; as if afraid she might overhear us and faint again.

“Well, what does it do?” I questioned further.

She looked at the picture again, and shivered. “It’s a dangerous creature Bandy. When it comes close to you, it feeds on all of your good memories and leaves behind the bad, until your left with just that. And if it goes on for long enough, it will kiss you.”

“Kiss me?” I said in disgust.

“Yeah, it’ll latch onto your mouth and suck out your soul. Then you’re just a shell, left to wander the earth with no emotions, and no thoughts. Really dark stuff Bandy. You really shouldn’t ask.”

She then closed the book for me, and put it back on the shelf, leaving me to ponder this new information. It sure seemed like a Ringwraith to me. The way it makes people wither in fear and nearly die, like during the Siege of Gondor. But these dementors don’t make you die, they make you live with no emotions. That seemed like Lady Eowyn of Rohan and Merry Brandybuck after they destroyed the king of Ringwraiths. And the way Tonks looked at the picture, just the picture, reminded of me of Frodo Baggins in the history books. What could it all mean?

Then, with that last thought, I looked up to find Charlie speed walking (remember we were still in a library) toward us, gasping for breath. Jen was standing next to me, and Tonks had finally fully recovered. When Charlie finally got to us all he said, “Come on you guys. We’re going in the Forbidden Forest.”

Woah what's wrong with Tonks!?!?! *eyes you for an answer*
And Forbidden Forest? Oh dear I smell trouble.
DON'T LEAVE US HANGING! *puppy dog eyes*
PAMS

Eviee.

Ooooh! Awesome chapter!
I honestly have no idea what to say other than it was wondeful!
I must say I'm a little confused (but that's because I 've never read the books, nor paid that much attention to the movies :) ).
Great job. and I can't wait to find out what's going on with Tonks and why they're going to the Forbidden Forest!
-Rachel :)

OOOOOOOOOH!!! Can't wait for MORE :D :D :loved:
your story is fantastic :D

New reader!!!!!!!

Amazing!!! Update soon!

Happy MLK day to all in America!!!!!!!! :) (if you celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. day in other countries I'd be surprised. But if you do, Happy MLK to you too! :))

Great Chapter! I feel so bad for Professor Ports, but WHY would anyone go into the forbidden forest that can't end well......this is so EXCITING!!!! :)

Sorry for taking so long to read! I haven't been on in AGES, and I'm so behind in my fanfic >< Chap 10 has been 3/4 ready for a few weeks now...

BUT anyway, seriously love where this is going! What is up with Tonks? And I can't wait for the next chapter! The Forbidden Forest... *cackles evilly* :) And congrats on so many readers, Sarah! :glomp: This fanfic is awesome :D

Thank you Diana! You're right, this is the most readers I've ever had on fanfic! So I suppose I should also thank the rest of you! Star Child, Jessiqua, Cassiopia Malfoy, Ladybug, narnia_potter (Rachel), our brand-new reader Annabeth Jackson *applause*, and all the others that have read it; thank you for reading my fanfic! :glomp:
Thanks for enjoying the story and for having patience with me! I love you all! :loved:

Chaoter is really long, but Forbidden Forest. YAY!!! :woot:
If any of you are confused, you need only ask. :) :precious:



Chapter 13


We all stood there frozen. The forest? What did he mean by that?

“Charlie, what are you talking about?” I asked.

“No time to explain. Come on you guys! We gotta hurry!” replied Charlie rather urgently.

“Cool man, I need time to stretch my legs,” Tonks said while she jumped out of her chair, as if she hadn’t just fainted a few seconds ago.

As Jen ran over to grab her wand from her bag, Charlie blocked her way. “What makes you think you’re coming?” he questioned menacingly.

“I’m coming to help you,” she stated.

“What makes you think you’re invited?”

“By you saying ‘you guys’ I thought that included me too. I’m not letting you all go into the forest without me.”

“No no. Besides, it’s way too dangerous for a girl, especially a Slytherin one. You might chicken out...”

Jen stared at him in fury. “Oh don’t play that card on me, you Gryffindor! Just because I’m a Slytherin doesn’t mean that I can’t be brave. And with the girl comment, I just want to point out you’re letting Tonks go, and she just collapsed a minute ago!”

“She did?” said Charlie, stopping for moment.

“No time to explain,” I answered. “Come on, you said it was urgent. We should probably get going. Come on Tonks.” I grabbed my wand, along with her hand, for I didn’t know how steady she really was.

As I turned around, I could still see Jen and Charlie arguing, and he was closing the library door on her.

But five seconds after he caught up to us, Jen was on Tonks’ other side, also making sure she was steady. As we were running through the halls I had to get the story. “So Charlie, tell us; why are we making a mad dash to the Forbidden Forest?”

“Because,” answered Charlie. “You know how Hagrid was saying there was something strange in the forest? Well, we’re going to find out what it is, and why it’s happening.”

“But Charlie,” Tonks screamed. “That’s mental for four first years to go running into the Forbidden Forest knowing nearly no offensive or even defensive spells believing that they can destroy something that has a giant scared!”

“Hagrid’s not a giant Tonks, and lucky for you guys I’ve been practicing. You can practice these spells too while we’re running down there. Remember, ‘Expelliarmus, Protego, and Petrificus Totalus!’ Try it, it might work and also try ‘Lumos!’ It will put a light at the end of your wand.”

Muttering these under our breaths, we hurried into the woods. It was silent. It was as dark as a nightmare, and as creepy as the boogie man in there. I really didn’t want to go in, but then Charlie whispered, “lumos!” and his wand lit a white glow within a three feet radius of us. At least now we could see our feet. Tonks, Jen, and I attempted the same, and after three attempts, Jen got it. Then I got it at five, and Tonks at six. When our wands were all finally lit, we went deeper into the forest. “

“Do you even know where this hollow is Charlie?” Jen said in an undertone.

“I thought we’d be able to figure it out on our own,” told Charlie.

Jen stepped back, frowning slightly. Obviously she did not fancy the idea of wandering into the forest with no idea of where they were going, and I strongly agreed.

For a long time, we trumped through the forest. Our wands showing off of each other’s faces, I could see that Jen and Tonks had fear in their eyes. But not Gryffindor Charlie. He was striding in front of us, waiting for anything or anyone to pop out of us at any moment. Now, I might be a descendant of Master Samwise the Stout-hearted, but I am truly not a brave person. So my heart was pounding as we traveled in the night,

Finally, the occasional scurrying of paws and animal calls got even more quiet than before. We finally came to a circle empty of trees. Is this it? I asked myself in my head anxiously, but I was too nervous to say any of it out loud.

Charlie was the first to speak. “I think this might be it, but what’s keeping the animals away?”

We gathered in a circle, our backs facing each other. We scanned the area as we turned, wands outstretched. I then heard Jen gasp behind me, “He looks just like my uncle Lucius.” The way she said “uncle” made me think that she didn’t enjoy having him have such a title. So I turned around to see what her uncle Lucius must’ve looked like, and I realized he must be a very regal person, for an elf appeared between two trees.

I had never seen an elf before in person, and even I was mesmerized by it even though I knew of their existence. His pointed ears stuck out from under his long blond hair. His green robes were embroidered with gold, and his gray eyes were scanning the ground as if searching for something.

It took him at least a minute to see the four of us. When he did, he stepped back, aghast, and then created a fake smile. “Hello,” he said, rather majestically, “And how may I come across three men-children and a hobbit-lad.”

Luckily, my friends were too frozen with fear to say anything.

Finally, I plucked up my courage and answered, “We were just… taking a walk.”

“Aww… ‘Taking a walk’. Well, it was nice seeing you and if you’ll excuse me…” He then walked past us and into the woods.

As I turned to mutter to them that was weird, I noticed that Tonks was cowering again, as if he was an orc instead of a handsome elf.

When I turned to look up at the other end of the hollow to make sure the elf was gone, he wasn’t. He was as still as stone, his pointed ears pricked up as if he was a dog. I stared at him with the greatest curiosity. What was wrong with this elf?

He then turned round, with a slight gleam in his eyes. “Perhaps you can help me with my problem.”

I seemed to be the only one with the ability to talk. “Problem?” I replied.

“Yes, you see, umm... I dropped something in the forest that was rather important. None of you perhaps had picked it up at any chance.”

Tonks continued to shiver and leaned up against Jen. Before I answered, I just bluntly asked, “Who are you? I thought all the elves went to the Undying Lands. ”

He paused. Then he grinned and answered, “You are very educated young Halfling. You look a lot like another Halfling I know, Master Samwise.”

I knew what he was trying to do; make me forget the questions. I stared at him with great distrust that he finally sighed and answered who he was, “Lalanos, Prince of Mirkwood. You might have learned of my older brother, Legolas. And also, I have a sort of magic that can bring me from here to the Undying lands, young hobbit-lad.”

I froze. Legolas was apart of the Fellowship. And a portal to the Undying Lands? Finally, Charlie was first one of my friends to speak. “Okay, Bandy, what are you guys talking about? What’s Mirkwood? Who’s Legolas? And what the bloody heck is a Hobbit?”

I could’ve slapped my forehead. But instead I just gave Charlie a look saying I’ll explain it to you later.

If we get out I said in an afterthought.

“What are you looking for? And how could you possibly get from the Undying Lands back to here?” I questioned, giving Lalanos an evil glare.

“Why, I thought you’d know. I can sense it on you. It could be anyone of you children. Any…one…of…you…” With the last words, he took one step closer to us, and with each step Tonks drew closer and closer to Jen.

“We have no idea what you’re talking about!” Jen answered. “If you tell us what it is we’ll try to help you!”

“You don’t know…” he said rather mockingly. “Why the Ring of Galadriel. Come now, don’t lie.”

A rye smile flitted across his face. I couldn’t understand it. The Ring of Galadriel went to the Undying Lands centuries ago. “We don’t have the Ring. Why are you asking?”

He stared at me. “Well, I guess you can say I lost it.”

Only I of the four of us could understand the true importance of this. The Ring of Galadriel, somewhere in this very forest.

“Please elf-lord,” I replied. “We don’t have it.”

“Oh, I beg to differ.” And with great agility, he lunged himself at Tonks, who was luckily dragged away by Jen just in time.

Charlie, after all of his practice, cried out at the top of his voice, “Expelliarmus!!!”

It would’ve worked beautifully, if Lalanos was actually holding something. But because his hands were empty, he just quickly got up from his failed attack, and this time made a lunge for Charlie.

As I was just about to scream a spell, a bright flash came behind me, and Lalanos had frozen.

I turned around to see Jen pointing her wand towards us with a free arm. Charlie ran towards her. It seemed to me like their rival houses immediately disappeared.

“Come on,” I yelled. “Let’s get out of here!”

But I suppose our first-year magic was no match for an elf-lord’s. Because at that moment, he was back on his feet, staring at me with hatred. “I know which friend of yours has it Halfling, and I’m not going to stop until I get it back.”

Out of nowhere, I fell backwards, and slammed into a tree. My head was spinning. Before I knew it, he had me levitated in the air, and I could feel as if his hand was on my throat. “If you must know how I got here, you should look into the Old Tales. Too bad you won’t be able to find them though.” I felt the force around my neck grow tighter. Through my blurred vision, I could see flashes of light coming from Jen and Charlie’s wands, but they seemed to bounce off him as if he had created an invisible wall.

As I felt life leaving me, I heard a roaring come from behind me, a dog barking, and a rough voice saying, “Get away from ‘im you no good ruffian!!”

The force on my neck released, and I fell to the ground, sputtering.

There, lo and behold, was Hagrid, with Fang by his side. Lalanos was unconscious on the ground, with a motorcycle only a few feet behind him.

“Come on kids!” Hagrid screamed.

Charlie, Jen, and I, with Tonks being carried by Hagrid, climbed into the motorcycle, and we rode off into the woods. Fang was sitting next to me.

Jen seemed to have gotten out of her trance first. “Do you think he’s dead?” she asked Hagrid hopefully.

“No,” I answered for Hagrid. “It would take a lot more than a motorcycle to kill an elf.”

“What on earth were you kids doin’ in there?” he turned to all of us trying to put a look of fury on his face, but there seemed to be relief in his black eyes.

Charlie sighed. “We were just trying to find out what was causing so much trouble,” he muttered.

“Well, now we know,” answered Hagrid. “And we shan’t be talkin’ about this until the morning. Got it?” We all nodded. “Good,” he replied. “Now let’s get you back to the castle. Looks like Tonks could use a bit of rest.”

:loved: great story!! PAMS! :D
I love seeing the young Charlie and Tonks

oof, thats all i can say oof.

great chapter!!!!

Sweet chapter!!
I bet I know who has the ring. :muahaha:
Good thing they got out of there alright. Yay Hagrid to the rescue!! :D
Does Hagrid know anything even as close to as much as Bandy knows?
And Bandy has got a lot of explaining to do to his friends. :)
-Rachel :)