Disclaimers: I do not own The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and "Potter Puppet Pals". They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, and Neil Cicierega.
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I was bored and this Halloween Fanfic came into formation. It's a silly fanfic that's only purpose is to annoy and confuse Frodo. Enjoy. :)
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Frodo Baggins was a particular hobbit with a good set of skills involving magic and sorcery and a big rock in the shape of his head! Oh, that's going too far. Anyway, on with the story.
As Frodo picked up a mysterious wand from a sobering pool of crystal-clear water, his immediate reaction was to toss the wand into the river, so a dog or a fish could capture it and chew it up. That is until he realized blue sparks flew out of the wand's tip.
"Cool!" Frodo said, pleased. He swished the wand a few times, surprised the Shire changed from hills to the inside of a great big castle. Where was he? What was he doing here?
"Professor Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore! Oh, you're not Dumbledore," a ginger-haired boy sobbed.
"I'm not Dumbledore," Frodo said, confused. "What's going on?"
"Oh, hello!" an elderly wizard wearing purple robes and silver hair flowing down his shoulders, as well as his beard, said promptly, "Frodo Baggins, you are now a wizard. You can help Ron Weasley with his test problems."
"I've got a couple I want to try out. Expelliarmus!" Ron Weasley said, flicking Frodo's wand into the air, landing in the palm of Ron's hand.
"What?" Frodo asked, more confused than before. "Who on Middle-earth are you people?"
"We're wizards! What does it look like?" Dumbledore asked, intrigued.
"Ooh! I've got Frodo Baggins' wand! I'd better tell Hermione Granger!" Ron said, leaving the room and heading into a tapestry corridor.
Frodo raised an eyebrow. This whole mess was suspicious!
"Oh, Harry! Did you hear the news?" A bushy-haired girl stormed in, determined to speak with Harry. Only she was speaking with Frodo. "Moaning Myrtle's upset about something! You'd better go see what it is she wants!"
"Who?" Frodo asked, befuddled. Was she serious?
"I'm Harry! This is a lookalike," Harry said, pointing to Frodo in a disdainful manner.
"Oh, Harry. Moaning Myrtle's looking for you! It's something to do with the Forbidden Corridor!" Hermione said, snaking her way past Frodo and helping Harry up the stairs to the tapestry corridor.
"Well, that's that! I'll take you home, Frodo!" Dumbledore said, waving his wand and pointing it at Frodo's head.
Before Frodo had the chance to speak, he was whisked back through a storm and to the Shire. It was a clear summer's day now. Frodo looked around in confusion and worriment. What had he just gone through?
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Thanks for reading. :)