Disclaimers: All material from The Lord of the Rings trilogy belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and New Line Cinema. All 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: To TooLazyToLogin for giving the idea that, even though it was to DoctorWhovian18 in her fanfic The Hobbits go to Hogwarts, maybe the hobbits could have magical abilities. To ValueMyHeart for giving me her input and any ideas she has for me for this first sequel to my Hobbit Wizards series. To DoctorWhovian18 for being my beta-reader/writer, allowing me to know the difference between showing and telling in writing, and for her ideas and input. I'd like to thank LOTCR for her encouraging reviews, input and ideas. I'd also like to thank the hobbits, as well as Harry and co., for their input and ideas; yes, I know that sounds crazy, but I'm thanking these canon characters, since they're a big help to me as I write my stories. :) And lastly, to my readers and fellow writers, thank you for your reviews, favorites and following this story. We have a long journey ahead of us, but it'll be worth it. :)

Welcome to the first sequel, the second part, and the second book in my Hobbit Wizards Series! By now, I'm sure you readers have finished The Rival Houses. For those who haven't yet read my first story in this series and are new to this series, I suggest you go ahead and read it, given its really good. Those that are here after re-reading The Rival Houses and are here to re-read this story, Into The Chamber, feel free to do so. I plan on making Into The Chamber just as good, if not better, than The Rival Houses. This is usually the case with sequels. Since this is the first one in this series, let's see how I do.

When you readers/writers finish a chapter or two, please leave a review in the box at the bottom of the page. I don't want to risk repeating myself and since this is the first chapter that almost everyone comes across, I'm going to put this piece of advice here. It's not that I'm desperate, but I don't often get a lot of reviews. When I do it's usually from two or three people, as that was the case in The Rival Houses. So please, and it only takes a few minutes of your time, leave a review and let me know what you think. It's really not that hard.

With all this said I'll stop talking and let you, readers and fellow writers, start reading my new story Into The Chamber. :)

"Darling, your jacket is in the parlor, where you left it last!" called Primula Brandybuck-Baggins to her husband Drogo. They were running a little late for the Brandybuck family gathering. It was taking place inside the grandest smial found in Buckland, called Brandy Hall.

Drogo, a portly gentle-hobbit with a respectable air, rushed into the parlor without a second thought. His brown vest, inlayed with gold flower designs, was a little lopsided over his white dress shirt. Slowly putting on his jacket over his vest, Drogo absentmindedly stared at his twelve-year-old son, Frodo Baggins. Sometimes Frodo could be a hassle, as he proved the previous school year to them and to those at Hogwarts.

Frodo, when he first began his education at the wizard school, was a runt, according to his height. That had changed, as Frodo now stood close to being above Drogo's stomach. Frodo had fairer skin, due to his Fallohide blood on his mother's side, and fair features; some hobbits claimed he had the physique of one of the tall elves of Middle-earth, if they ever met one up close. Like all hobbits, Frodo had curly brown hair on his head and the tops of his feet. He had bright blue eyes, which revealed his innocence, hopefulness and love. His natural personality was one of perkiness and cheek; the cheekiness he shared was perhaps due to his love for pranks and getting into trouble on a frequent basis. Farmer Maggot claimed he was something of a rascal, for Frodo had a habit of trespassing on his land, just to steal some mushrooms.

But Frodo couldn't steal mushrooms that morning. This being his fourth day back home, since his first year at Hogwarts ended four days ago, Frodo had agreed to attend a family gathering at Brandy Hall. It was his parents' request, but if it meant Frodo would reunite with his cousins, aunt and uncle at his uncle's grand smial – a name given to a luxurious home the hobbits built and lived in under hills – then he wouldn't miss this opportunity.

Curious as to how Frodo Baggins could attend Hogwarts? As it happened, Frodo learned the previous year that he was a hobbit wizard. If one thought Frodo was unusual before, him being a wizard certainly set the stakes higher. At the end of his first year, Frodo had mastered the basics of wand-waving, Transfiguration, and hand magic. Of course, due to his detention with his Charms teacher, Filius Flitwick, Frodo had managed learning how to use his hands, instead of a wand, to perform magic. Although he used a wand for potion-making, Frodo relied more on his hands for magical means. He was also quite able to turn himself invisible if he wanted, or extend his reach to one other person; in this instance, near the end of his first year at Hogwarts, was to his authoress Aria Breuer.

Dawn rose in the Shire, but it was early enough for Frodo and his parents to make their preparations for their trip to Brandy Hall. Frodo's mother fussing with him was nothing compared to what he just experienced. Sure, he had a fun year: playing pranks with Fred and George Weasley, or even Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took – Merry and Pippin for short, respectively; going to class and learning new spells from his teachers, who were experts at the craft; hanging out with Aria Breuer, whether doing study sessions or simply to chat with her. He missed a lot of things Hogwarts had to offer, including stopping by Hagrid's hut to chat with the giant of a man.

While he did miss the excitement of pranking Slytherin students, there was his adventurous side. Together with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and dragging Aria along for the ride – even though he was certain she had gotten braver and quite enjoyed the experience, up until the last part, the five discovered the defenses put up for the Sorcerer's Stone: a power object that, when united with the Elixir of Life, would make the drinker immortal. Aside from the Stone, Harry, Frodo and Aria learned Professor Quirinus Quirrell, Harry and Frodo's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and Professor Angora Cherryhill, his A Hobbit's Introduction to Magic teacher and Aria's writing teacher, had been possessed by Voldemort and Sauron respectively. Frodo, Aria and Harry were fortunate to have survived the encounter. In turn, Frodo gained recognition from his peers, putting him in league with Harry and making him more known throughout the wizard school.

Now, Frodo's only struggle was his mother fussing over him, making sure his nice, clean white dress shirt was tucked in, his vest was buttoned up properly, and the collar of his jacket and dress shirt were adjusted. Naturally, Frodo was being cheeky. He loved his mother Primula with all his heart – he even named his female brown owl after her namesake flower – but sometimes the fussing was a bit too much.

"Mama, it's fine!" cried Frodo, annoyed and flustered.

Drogo put his word in, defending his son and telling his wife, "If Frodo says it is fine then it is fine."

Frodo admired and respected his father Drogo, but felt concerned for his health. While he didn't always point it out, there were times when Frodo wished his father didn't pack on too much weight. Frodo had always been thin. He didn't mind: being thin was one of his perks.

Frustrated, Drogo said to his wife, "Primula, let's go! We're late as it is."

Primula finished her fussing. Resting her hands on Frodo's arms, Primula said, gently, "There. I think you're ready."

Sighing in relief, Frodo said to his mother, keeping a calm demeanor, "Thanks."

A tear shed down Primula's face. Wiping the tear off her cheek, Primula gazed at her son. She spoke in a motherly fashion, "Well… Frodo, you're about to turn thirteen in three months."

"Thirteen's a big step," said Drogo, chiming in.

"Your father and I only want what's best for you," said Primula.

Not this lecture… at least, not for a third time in a row. Frodo inquired at once, hoping to redeem himself and recover some footing, "I know, mum, dad." He was amazed how calm he was behaving to his parents. He repeated, gently, "I know." He said next, "It's just… and I know it's been four days since I saw Aria. I just want to know how she's doing, and my friends."

"The post must be slow," said Drogo.

Primula asked Frodo, concerned, "You haven't gotten any letters?"

"I have from my friends," said Frodo. "Not yet from Aria."

Drogo shrugged. "Then perhaps she's busy."

Frodo lowered his head, a frown smeared across his face. Four days was too long not to send any reply. Did Aria forget to write? What was she doing now? He recalled her traveling with the other hobbits' authors and authoresses' students to who was their Head of House. Maybe the Head of House was keeping Aria on her toes, while staying at this Authors' House.

Primula returned her gaze to her son. She gave him the only piece of encouragement she had towards this matter, "I'm sure she'll write. If not, then…"

"What?" Frodo asked. Realizing what his mother was about to tell him, Frodo said in return, doing his best to keep his hopes up, "Aria will write. I know she will. She wouldn't give up on me." He said, in an effort to keep calm, "She wouldn't forget to write."

Drogo changed the subject, as if to end their conversation with a reminder: "We should leave now, while we still have dawn's light."

Primula nodded. She asked Frodo, "Are you ready?"

Frodo nodded in silence. Maybe it was best not to rush the mail. Besides, he did not know where the Authors' House was located. Even if he was excited and determined to receive Aria's letter, Frodo wondered how that letter would pass through time and space. Perhaps he wouldn't receive the answers he needed. It was hard to say, but more so now that he was headed to Brandy Hall. How would Aria know where to send her letter, let alone have her tawny owl Hedwer deliver this letter to the right address? He did not know whether this was possible.

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Brandy Hall, hence its name, was a smial built under a low hill in Buckland. For its namesake, it was home to the Brandybuck family, and for a good reason. The smial had been expanded as the family grew, with three large front-doors, many side-doors, and hundreds of windows.* When Drogo, Primula and Frodo drew closer to the grand smial, Drogo drove the cart they borrowed from Primula's brother, Rorimac Brandybuck, their nostrils whiffed the scent of sausages cooking in, they assumed, a large pan.

Drogo's mouth watered. His voice rose as he spoke to his wife and son, "Mmm hm, something's cooking! It smells good, good enough to eat."

Primula hushed him, "Oh Drogo…"

Frodo chuckled for a moment; by then, his stomach growled. His face flushed red with embarrassment. Primula understood her son's need for food, as they hadn't had any meals since first breakfast, which was a couple of hours prior to smelling the cooked sausages. Drogo stopped the pony in front of Brandy Hall. Rorimac approached his relatives. He pulled out a fresh-picked apple from his pocket, handing the apple to his sorrel blonde pony. The pony ate the apple greedily, grateful to have a morning treat.

Climbing down from the driver's seat, Primula declared, "Rory, so good to see you."

"And to you, sis," said Rory, smiling. "How's Frodo doing? What has he been up to these days?"

Drogo whispered in Rory's ear, "We'll speak inside. It's a matter of urgency involving the Sackville-Bagginses… the S.B.s."

Rory nodded, but mumbled his concern, "The Sackville-Bagginses live in Hobbiton, Drogo. Still, I consider them a problem. If they haven't caused trouble, neither shall we."

Esmeralda Brandybuck, Frodo's aunt, called from one of the kitchen windows, "Second breakfast is almost ready!" She gasped, staring at Frodo in mild-amusement. "Is that Frodo? My, my, how you've grown." She added, stating matter-of-factly, "Last I saw you, you were down to my waist."

Frodo thought he was the only one concerned with height. But how could his aunt see… oh, never mind. He was certain she knew how much he'd grown. Frodo called back, waving to his aunt, "Hullo Aunt Esmeralda."

"Well, come inside!" said Esmeralda, gesturing inside. "The food is almost ready. We wouldn't want it going to waste." She moved away from the window, returning to the kitchen to complete her work.

Rory faced Primula's family. Cracking a grin, Rory said, "Well, you heard my daughter-in-law."

"Get your pack, Frodo," said Drogo to his son.

Frodo agreed without question. Grabbing his pack, filled with his necessities and clothes, Frodo sprung towards the front door Rory had opened for Frodo and his parents. He gave a warm, friendly greeting to Rory, "Hullo Uncle Rory!" and entered the abode with very little collision.

This was going to be a good visit, something he missed since attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now, he was going to enjoy every minute he shared with his relatives, the Brandybucks.

So how was that for a first chapter? The words just flowed as I wrote them. As with The Rival Houses, Into The Chamber is beginning strong and feels calm already, as "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" felt when I first read the book and played the PC game.

Footnotes:

*For information on Brandy Hall, it can be found on 'The Lord of the Rings' Wiki, but also in The Lord of the Rings book trilogy.