Disclaimers: All canon material from The Lord of the Rings trilogy belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and New Line Cinema. All canon material from the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. All original material belongs to the author of this fanfiction story.

Acknowledgements: Now I get the chance to write this first, so here we go: all credit for the idea for this series goes to TooLazyToLogIn. Ideas came from ValueMyHeart, DoctorWhovian18 and LOTCR. Beta-reading this story also came from DoctorWhovian18. Revision and any changes in ideas come from me. I'd also like to thank the hobbits, as well as Harry and co., for being there with me all the way through this journey, which we now take again in a better light.

Frodo Baggins was eleven when this all first started. Actually, he was quite small when the small occurrences started. They weren't much, but they still startled him:

First, the bread changed from being perfect to becoming dry in a couple of seconds… and it was two loaves of bread! Second, some of the windows shattered when he walked, and that jolted him into a fright. Third, the flowers bloomed in quick procession. Now, one would think that flowers blooming quickly is normal, but what made that day odd – when Frodo was five – was the flowers bloomed rapidly in a couple of seconds, startling him when he touched them. And fourth, whenever he touched a stick or a twig, it hovered on the spot. All these strange occurrences would make any child scared they did something wrong, and Frodo was in the right spot to assume something was wrong with him.

Frodo, looking like the average hobbit with thick curly brown hair on his head and the tops of his feet, had something unique about him: his bright blue eyes. Most hobbits had brown eyes, but not Frodo. One would suppose his perkiness was a part of the brightness of his eyes, but Frodo did not mind this. He had a cleft in his chin, while his features remained fairer than most children. Some hobbits were reminded of Elves the moment they saw Frodo. Years later, he would be taller than the average hobbit, but for now, being eleven years old, Frodo was a runt, which meant he was fairly short for a hobbit boy.

It was the beginning of August of that year when Frodo's parents, Drogo and Primula Baggins, brought Frodo into the dining room of their hobbit-house. Hobbit-houses were dwellings dug under hills and sometimes above ground, which became homes for hobbits to dwell in. Those that don't know what hobbits are will find they have the namesake also of Halfling. But continuing the story: when Frodo was settled in a chair, he waited for his parents to say something. That was when his mother presented him a parchment envelope addressed to him.

Frodo asked his parents, "What is this?"

"Open it, son," said Drogo, giving a knowing look.

Frodo was confused. Nonetheless, he opened the envelope. Inside the envelope, which had a red seal with an H and four badges stamped on it, was an acceptance letter and an unusual list of supplies. While he was relieved his mother had spent time letting him learn his letters, Frodo read the acceptance letter aloud, for all to hear:

"Dear Mr. Baggins, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said Frodo, more confused now than ever. He tore his eyes away from the letter, thinking it rubbish. "What is this?"

Primula looked at Drogo for support, but then knew she had to tell him something. "Frodo, my darling, there's something we haven't told you. The letter is real. Hogwarts is a real place and no, you are not crazy. We know you've been doing things that most hobbits wouldn't condone."

Drogo added, telling Frodo direct, "What your mother is trying to say is that you have magical abilities. Your mother and I share the same abilities, but we've never told anyone. Perhaps it's for the best."

Frodo asked, confused but understanding, "You mean I'm a wizard. I thought Gandalf was the only wizard around."

"Yes, but some hobbits have that ability, too. Listen, I know this is difficult for you to understand. Your father and I have already sent the owl, which gave us this letter, a letter telling those at Hogwarts that you will be attending. There's just one more thing you should know," said Primula.

"Because the Wizardry World runs on a different time as ours, we're able to transform into the Big Folk there. Whenever we return here, we're hobbits. The transformation's fast and you won't feel it, yet we still retain the qualities that makes us hobbits: such as our hairy feet, curly hair, the shade in our eyes, and pointy ears," said Drogo.

Primula added, returning to what she said, "The letter said to send a reply by July 31st and so we did. We received it sometime beforehand."

"And you didn't tell me?" asked Frodo, serious.

"We wanted it to be a surprise," said Drogo.

Frodo fell silent. He was in a state of befuddlement. So, he was a wizard… a hobbit wizard, no doubt. Why didn't he see this one coming? Well, it was fairly obvious given the little stunts he pulled when he was younger. Yet, he was furious with his parents for keeping this a secret from him up until now. He got that they didn't want to make him special, which explained why he was treated like any other hobbit child, but this…

Drogo interrupted his son's train of thought. "Well, we don't want to waste too much time talking. We should head to Diagon Alley."

"What's that?" asked Frodo, now more confused… again.

"Yes, your father and I keep a vault there. Because we aren't from the Wizardry World, they grant us a monthly allowance. We hardly use the money there, so it has accumulated over the years," said Primula.

Frodo nodded. This was all over his head. "And how exactly do we get to this… Diagon Alley?"

Drogo stood up and took Frodo's hand. Not wanting to lose the letter or the list of school supplies – Frodo did not know what school meant at this point – Frodo took the parchment papers, folded them up, and placed them back inside the envelope, before following his father. Drogo now showed him the closed front yellow door, which now had a gold bell attached in the very center of the door.

As Frodo stared at the gold bell, Drogo pointed at it and said, "You see the bell? This was placed on our door by a wizard from the Wizardry World when we moved in. Whenever one of us rings the bell, and thinks of where we want to go – we all want to go to Diagon Alley – the door will reveal the location to us and we can simply walk through."

Primula took Frodo's other hand, causing Frodo to look up at her. Understanding the rules, Frodo shut his eyes tight as Drogo rang the bell. When Frodo opened his eyes, he saw Drogo open the hobbit door to reveal a stone alleyway and a tall, seemingly wobbly building before them. Drogo let go of Frodo's hand and led the way, with Primula taking Frodo's hand and leading him out of their hobbit house. When they were through, Drogo closed the door, which looked like a brown wooden round door with a gold bell in the centermost part of the wood surface.

Drogo looked on for a moment, before gazing back at Frodo and telling him in plain amusement, "Welcome to Diagon Alley, Frodo!"