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

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

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!

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


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
your story is fantastic

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! This fanfic is awesome

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!
Thanks for enjoying the story and for having patience with me! I love you all!

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



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.”

great story!! PAMS!
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!!
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