Frankly, I am very disappointed in these two fandoms for what seems to be NOT ONE FANFIC WHERE BILBO GOES TO HOGWARTS. Shame on you!

Hence, I decided to make this.

The Small, Mysterious Creature at Hogwarts

The days passed unchecked in Mirkwood. The orange and red leaves made a barrier around the sky and no straight stream of light shone through. The dwarves and one lone hobbit walked the broken stone path meticulously for hollowed hours. The seconds passed, the world turned, until they finally got lost through several forks in the road.

They, of course, tried to find their ways back by splitting up but grew tired and had to rest. Deciding to retrace their steps "in the morning", they made themselves a camp and laid in a circle to protect themselves from the glowing eyes of the night.

One by one they fell asleep. Bilbo Baggins drifted from thought to thought, swaying. He thought of everything, the journey, the dragon, and of his home in the Shire. He soon went to sleep, thinking of what color to paint his door to cover the marking when he gets back.

When he woke, however, he was not in the camp. No, no. Not in the camp at all.

Bilbo immediately felt sore, when he initially thought that he made a bed of leaves and his coat, he felt rough stones prodding into his side. He tried to get a more comfortable position by pushing the rocks away but only found more underneath him.

How unpleasant for him to be awakened in the middle of the night by some rocks. He immediately thought that Fili and Kili might've dragged him during his slumber and placed him on a pile. Bilbo rubbed his eyes by the back of his wrist and opened them. He was not prepared after he opened them.

He stilled on his side as he looked at his surroundings. Dead trees, dry, caked ground, and absolutely no orange and yellow color of the Mirkwood trees. And Dwarves, there were none.

His legs started to quiver. He held his balled up fists near his chest.

'T-This isn't Mirkwood,' he deduced, pushing his body up by his arms. 'I-I... where... am I?'

The hobbit was frightened, very much frightened indeed.

Bilbo stood up on his barefoot feet and, by habit, dusted off his side. He took a few cautious glances around himself before he picked up his tattered red jacket from the ground.

'My sword!' he thought with a gasp, pulling his coat to the side and looking around the ground in a circle. 'Where did it go?!' He shuffled through his coat and looked at the ground once more before he realized that it was not there. He must've had it by his bedside instead of holding it during his sleep. His sword was not a "letter opener" as Thorin had initially called it. Bilbo was sure that it would help him in this uncomfortable and different situation.

He looked up from the caked ground and looked at his eerie surroundings once more.

He was alone with no weapon in an unknown forest.

"H-Hello?" he asked out loud, wishing that Balin, Fili, Kili, or anyone would answer, even Thorin, who he had just established a slight good relation with a few days ago, but there was not a stir.

Bilbo Baggins gained goosebumps on his arms as he put his jacket on. It was not winter here, nor was it autumn or spring, but fear was what ailed him. Bilbo fixed the cuffs of his red jacket and straightened it on his shoulders by tugging on the front of it. Bilbo ran a shaking hand through his dark honey hair before he remembered his ring. He slapped his hand onto his coatpocket and instantly felt pressure release through his entire body.

He then put both of his hands to his temples and rubbed.

'It'll be okay, Bilbo. You have been though many worse events than this before. Remember the time when the Sackville-Bagginses—' His train of thought was caught short when he heard a stick crack.

He visibly jumped at the sound. Seconds passed like days. He slowly turned his head, centimeter by centimeter, as his blood rushed.

One, two, three… things…

Huge, gigantic bony horses were all that he could describe them as. They were skin and bones, had bat-like wings, and were about three times as tall as him. The creatures were a charcoal black color but seemed to have a chunky red substance staining their lips. The hobbit was petrified still for several moments until the red substance dripped down with the consistency of blood. After a few tense moments, he realized that it, in fact, it was blood.

Turmoil first and soon adrenaline burst through his body as the animals walked toward him.

His body shuttered as they took their steps, but he did not move.

They moved closer and closer, until the hobbit could smell them. The smell was putrid, disgusting, horrible. It smelled raw, like flesh, and he could taste the metallic taste of blood on his tongue as they grew close.

He involuntarily let out a very small whimper through his mouth and he could hardly breathe anymore. One of the horses curiously lowered its head and touched the tip of the hobbit's curly hair. There was a connection. Bilbo flinched in fear but the horse nipped with a certain interest. The blood traveled from the horse's lips to Bilbo's hair and when Bilbo finally regained control over his body, he ran.

He screamed, cried, and wailed his arms like a baby. He ran as fast as he could for as long as he could, the moon lit the way through the dead trees.

He tripped over one particularly large tree root and fell flat on his face. He snapped his head over his left shoulder and saw nothing following him, there was just the hollow trees, haunting. He shut his eyes and breathed out of his mouth as he laid belly down on the dirt.

He began to cackle about his misdoings. He banged his fist on the ground and shook his head. He laughed without air and had to stop to cough for several moments. He panted as he realized that he was acting very queer today, but he was a Baggins of Bag End; he shouldn't be acting like this.

Bilbo caught his breath and decided to put on the ring after he sat up and rested his back against an oak tree. He flushed as he thought of how he thought of how he handled that and how the dwarves would have thought of him now.

'I need to find my way out of here and away from those… creatures.'

Bilbo walked and walked in the direction away from the horses and soon, he saw a golden gleam in the distance through some trees.

'I've saved! I have to be!'

He pushed the trees behind him as his bare feet felt grass underneath them. The moon shone on a castle and it gleamed back.

'W-Where am I?' was his question to soon be answered.

Pretty good prologue if I have a say.

I'm pretty rusty with my writing; I haven't written in a few months… I'm sorry.

I hope you have a nice night, day, morning, Friday, and Sunday.

Bye.