So this chapter is from nevilles perspective. Please review and tell me what you think of it!

disclaimer: I don't own anything of Tolkien's or Rowlings

Chapter two: Excuse me, here am I?

Everything hurt. Neville didn't know where he was, and frankly he didn't care, as long as it was far from the death eaters that had messed up his life for the past year. He slowly opened his eyes and realized that it was still dark and he was in a forest somewhere. Slowly, he got up, his back aching. Neville quickly noticed that something wasn't right. For a fleeting second he thought they were still in the Forest of Dean, but that thought erased from his mind as he noticed the trees were much older here.

'Where's Hermione brought us?' He wondered as he began stumbling around in the dark. He knew he could light his wand but something told him that wasn't a good idea. All of a sudden it hit him. Where were the others? More specifically where was he? And then he remembered that Hermione had been hit by a curse before they left and something had been wrong with her incantation.

'If I'm lost, then the others must be as well. I have to find them, Hermione especially if she's hurt' he thought as he tripped on another tree root. 'But first I suppose I should find something or someone that can tell me where I am'. He kept walking for another hour, trying to bear his surroundings. Neville began to shiver, not because of the cold wind, but because of the deadly silence that was in the forest. Not a single animal could be heard, and this worried him. After another ten minutes of walking he saw something that looked something like a campfire. He approached it cautiously and hid behind a tree. He saw three other people sitting around it. Two of them, were laughing while the other was cooking some food. Neville then saw another person sitting alone and a bit further from the rest of the group, trying to get some rest. Feeling as if he had nothing to lose if he asked these people some questions, he stepped out from his hiding spot and cleared his throat. All of a sudden the stockier person who was cooking jumped up and held out a pan in self-defence and the dark haired fellow who was resting suddenly jumped up and clutched something at his chest.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The one with the pan said suspiciously as his two companions looked on in interest.

Neville raised his hand in surrender "look, I mean you no harm, I'm just wondering where I am" trying to stay calm.

"Where you are? We're on the outskirts of the Shire, surely you must know that" the dark haired person said.

"The shire? I've never heard of it. Is that in Scotland?" Thinking that Hermione might have done a larger distance than expected.

"Scotland? What's that?" One of the people on the floor said.

"Well it's near England..."

"England?"

"You don't know what England is?"

"And you don't know what the shire is?" The stockier one interjected. He turned to dark haired one and said "I don't believe this guy is right in the head, Mr. Frodo. What kind of hobbit doesn't know what the shire is?"

"Now wait just a minute -"

"I think he's actually lost, Sam, maybe we should help him" frodo said.

Neville couldn't keep it in any longer. "What's a hobbit? And can someone please tell me where on earth am I?"

"Well a hobbit is you of course. A halfling, look, you have the bare hairy feet and pointy ears. Hobbits are shorter than normal men, about half their height." Sam said, becoming less suspicious and more concerned for the lost person.

Neville looked down and felt his mouth drop. He realized he wasn't wearing any shoes and this feet were covered in hair. But he never felt a change, he thought he was still waking in shoes. He then slowly reached for his ears and noticed that they were indeed pointed.

"And as for earth, well I don't know what that is, but this is middle earth" the other hobbit on the floor said.

"Oh" was all Neville could say. This was a lot for him to take in so he took a deep breath.

"Who are you?"

"Neville" he felt since he had no one else to confide in he might as well tell his story to these people...er hobbits. Anyways they seemed good, although he had no idea why they were camping in a dark scary wood. "Ok so my friend hermione brought us to a different world, I am actually from a place called earth and for some reason I've turned into hobbit when just a few hours ago I was a just a man."

The four companions looked confused.

"I'm a wizard" Neville explained "and so are my friends, there are 6 of them. Have you seen six people who may seem a bit lost"

Now all four had their jaws dropped.
"So you're like gandalf" frodo said "he's the only wizard I know that lived in these parts. Do you know any other ones? Merry? Pippin?" He asked to the fellows who had finally stood up.

"No can't say that I have" merry said.

"Maybe we should take him with us mr. Frodo" Sam suggested. "Gandalf might now what to do."

"If it wouldn't be any trouble-" Neville started but stopped suddenly. The air had gotten colder, the wind had stopped and Neville felt as if the warmth in his body was gone. 'Dementors' he thought. "Get behind me!" He hissed to the hobbits as he pulled his wand out "and put the fire out!" Merry quickly obliged as he too felt something was amiss.

'There can't be dementors here' Neville argued to himself. 'And if these people are speaking the truth- which they probably are, this is a different world, then the thing that is causing me to feel this way must be something else, something similar to a dementor.'

Just then their was a sound of hooves and screeching that chilled Neville to the bones.

"What is it?"Neville whispered

It was frodo who answered "A black rider, it's been after us since we left the shire" he explained to Neville and a very surprised merry and pippin. "We need to run" Sam said looking at frodo who seemed to be loosing his focus now that the hoof sounds were approaching.

"Well let's run!" Neville said quietly as he and the others began to run as quietly as they could, as not to attract the attention of the Black Rider. After a few metres they found a little cave in the dirt between the high ground and the low ground, and hid in it.
"It's lucky that I'm less then four feet tall or else I would have never fit" Neville muttered, not really knowing if that was a good or a bad thing. 'I wonder if everyone else turned into hobbits as well.' He added in his head. The horse was getting closer and Neville could hear a shallow breathing, probably from the rider, he didn't dare breathe in case the rider heard him. Then he noticed something strange going on with frodo and Sam. Sam looked terrified and was shaking his head as if to say 'don't do it' as he watched Frodo take out a golden ring, and extend his other hand trying to put it on.

'It's a beautiful ring' Neville told himself 'I would very much like it -' but suddenly snapped out of it, not understanding why he could be thinking such things at this time. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He realized that from Sams reaction it would not be a good thing if Frodo put on the ring, so being the closest person seated next to the hobbit he took Frodos hand and placed it firmly on the ground, keeping it there so Frodo couldn't make another move. From that gesture, Frodo seemed to have woken up from his trance-like state. Neville suddenly noticed that the rider and the horse had gone and he quickly got up and so did the others.

"Well that rider was certainly after us. Want to tell me why, Frodo?" Merry asked suspiciously

Frodo didn't answer "I need to get to the village of Bree."

Merry hesitated for a second, but then seemed to make up his mind "Right, Buckleberry Ferry. Follow me" he gestured to the path where the rider was on, not two minutes ago. The five of them ran down the road and Neville could see a river ahead. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Black Riders were back and were chasing them. Neville reached the river with Sam merry and pippin but Frodo was lagging behind. The four boarded a raft while yelling at Frodo to hurry

"Come on Frodo!" Neville yelled. He held out his hand for him as they began to pull out. Frodo ran and then jumped, catching Neville's hand while Sam heaved him up.

"Thank you" he said. "How far to Bree?" He addressed this question to merry.

"20 miles" the hobbit answered while trying to row, which tremendous difficulty.

"Here I'll do it" Neville said taking out his wand and waiving it, making the boat move on its own, like the ones in Hogwarts.

"Whoa" merry and pippin said simultaneously, they mouths hung open.

Neville laughed "you two remind me of my friends, Fred and George. They were twins. Always joking, they were, but then Fred died in the war -" Neville ended abruptly. Talking about the loses in the war still stung him.

"War?" Pippin began but then was quickly silenced by merry who elbowed him in the stomach. Sam noticed Neville tensing up and knew that this was not something they guy wanted to talk about. He cleared his throat.

"So I guess we haven't done formal introductions yet" Sam said trying to change the topic "I'm Samwise Gamgee - or Sam." This is "pippin took and merry brandybuck" gesturing to the two "their full names are something else but I don't dare say them or else they'll throw me off the boat." Neville chuckled softly as Merry and Pippin gave Sam a deathly sweet smile. "And that's Frodo Baggins" he finished

"Well since we're telling last names I'm Neville longbottom"

At this Merry, Pippin and Sam burst out laughing. Even Frodo cracked a smile.

"What?" Neville asked, confused.

"You're name is after the best pipeweed in the east farthing?" Pippin asked through breaths.

"Uh yeah, sure" Neville said, very confused. He shook his head, smiling and sat down as the others were still laughing. He had a lot to think about. Like how on earth - no middle earth - was he supposed to find them?