Author's Note: I'm terribly sorry for the long wait! I swear this story has not been forgotten. I really enjoy writing this concept, especially because it deals with two different series that I love so much.

Hermione and Ron followed her to the walkway, where the fallen dwarves all attempted to get to their feet, individually introducing themselves to Bilbo and pausing slightly at the sight of the trio. Ron waved just to be nice while Hermione and Jasmine quickly moved forward as a tall, tall man entered the room, his head brushing up against the ceiling as theirs had before Hermione's spell. He was draped in a grey cloak with a pointy hat. Jasmine thought he looked similar to Dumbledore, which made her heart pound more sorely.

"Why, Bilbo, how very nice to see you again!" Gandalf exclaimed with happiness, not seeing the trio just yet.

"Wish I could say the same, Gandalf," Bilbo replied coolly, crossing his arms, "I would like to know why my home is suddenly an open bar for any dwarf within the radius!" Instead of apologizing or even giving an explanation, he chuckled fondly and patted Bilbo's head, before turning to face the three who stared up at him in awe. Once he turned, Jasmine saw he wound a staff with a complicated jewel at the top. That reminded her of Moody's staff.

"You have new guests, Bilbo?" Gandalf asked. For some reason, he didn't sound so surprised that they were there.

"Well, they sort of just...stumbled in," Bilbo explained vaguely. "Actually, I feel as though they should tell you."

Jasmine nodded, smiling nervously as she put a hand out, "Hullo, I'm Jasmine Potter, these are my friends Ron and Hermione Weasley-Granger, and...we need your help."

"Why would it be me you need? I feel honored, of course, but I am sure the capability of aid is all over Middle-Earth," Gandalf spoke as he walked past them, smiling toward a dwarf with greyed hair that was splayed in complicated braids much like most of the dwarves. He seemed to be offering Gandalf a tiny cup of tea, "No thank you, Dori, I think I would prefer a nice red wine." The dwarf named Dori nodded and scampered off.

"Well, it's because you seem to be the only wizard here," Hermione spoke off, walking on Jasmine's right while Ron took her left. "I'm afraid we're not from here, Mr. Gandalf. You see, we come from a world where there are many witches and wizards. But that was simply earth. After a bad run in with some evil wizards, when we attempted to leave, we were taken here and we can't seem to leave. I know this sounds crazy, but-"

"Nothing sounds crazy to me, Mrs. Granger-Weasley." Gandalf smiled, taking a tiny cup of wine Dori returned with. "So...are you telling me you three are, in fact, wizards?" Jasmine, Ron, and Hermione eagerly nodded their heads. "How interesting. In my time, I have met no wizards so young."

"So can you help us?" Ron asked, his tone a bit pitchy. He was probably as desperate as they were. Jasmine was surely desperate to return home. She didn't even know if Middle-Earth was just as, if not more, dangerous in comparison to their world where giants, goblins, and trolls wandered. Then again, the goblins were more clever than monstrous where she came from, but they were still pretty scary if you try to cross one, much like they tried with Griphook and it didn't end so smoothly for them in the end.

"Well, I can offer advice," Gandalf said, taking a sip of his beverage, smacking his lips.

"Advice, as in a spell to get us to return?" Ron tried, smiling innocently.

"Advice as in helping words to get you through such a troubled time," Gandalf answered, downing the rest of his cup and going to sit with the dwarves at Bilbo's table, which now seemed to topple from the weight of the food that the dwarves placed there. Most of them were now sitting, chowing down savagely on their meal. Ron watched on glumly. Jasmine remembered they left earth without having dinner.

"What advice?" Hermione asked, sitting beside him. Seeing as there was no room on that row, Ron and Jasmine sat across from them, both leaning forward importantly. "Please, sir, we have family back where we come from. Friends. Colleagues. All will be worried sick about us if we do not return shortly, especially since the last they knew of us was that we were battling wizards. They might think we've died."

"Death is common in your world?"

"Death is common everywhere," Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Now, please, what advice do you have for us? Is there a way to get us home tonight?" She was tired of him dancing around the subject. He reminded her of the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest when they'd avoid talking about the problems with the unicorns being slaughtered.

"Alright," Gandalf smiled, not at all bothered by Jasmine's rude outbursts. "Well, I cannot move you back to your world myself. I do not bare the magic to do so. However...I do have a proposition that just might work, if you're willing to try."

"We'll try anything," Hermione declared.

"Accompany us on the journey," Gandalf offered, "You probably know now that that is why I have invited the dwarves into Mr. Baggins' home. We are to take on a journey to take back these dwarves' homeland. We will meet many people along the way who might have the faintest idea of how to get you back home, or there might even be an answer that lies within the halls of Erebor. That place has always been full of mysteries. That is the dwarves' homeland, that might be able to get you three home."

Jasmine, Ron, and Hermione were quiet for a very long time. All that was truly heard was the conversations going on between the dwarves and the nervous cries of Bilbo as he watched them destroy his food and chug down all of his ale. The only one that seemed to be paying any genuine attention to them was Balin, who smiled with his hands folded neatly on his lap. He was the only dwarf not participating in the messy festivities.

Another adventure? Jasmine knew she didn't want to have anymore. After all, throughout the entirety of her school career it was nothing but. But Gandalf said that they could probably retrieve help along the way of the journey or find answers hidden in the halls of Erebar? Erepar? Erebor? Whatever it was called. She looked toward Hermione, who seemed just as unsure as her. Both of them turned to Ron next, who seemed to have an answer made up.

"What are we facing, exactly, on this journey if you need the help of Bilbo?" he asked quietly, his tone tired. Jasmine giggled softly. Out of the three of them, Ron always hated it the most that they were always dragged into things like this.

Gandalf smiled. "I'll be explaining that once the entire party is here. We seem to be missing one."

"He is late is all," Dwalin butted in the conversation. It seemed he had been listening the entire time. Ron sent him a glare. He didn't necessarily like him. "He is at a meeting with our kin. He will arrive."

"He sounds important," Hermione stated, looking up at Gandalf.

"He is their king," Gandalf explained. "His name is Thorin. This is his company. The kingdom of Erebor will be under his rule once reclaimed."

Bowing his head, Gandalf got back up and moved to speak with a very distressed Bilbo while Jasmine, Ron, and Hermione leaned in closely to converse amongst themselves about this whole ordeal.

"Why is it always us getting dragged into these things?" Ron groaned, folding his arms over the table and laying his head across them. "I'm pretty sure the nightmares of running off with Jasmine to save Merlin knows who have finally stopped and now they're going to start up again."

"If it means getting home, I think our answer is pretty clear," Hermione insisted before turning to Jasmine, "What do you think?"

Jasmine looked across each of the dwarves, taking in each of their appearances before looking toward a flustered Bilbo who ran his hands together nervously watching them all savagely eat his food. "I think...we have no choice. We obviously can't apparate out and even if something goes wrong, it's not as if we're defenseless."

Ron groaned even louder, shoving his face straight into his arms. Dori, the eldest brother of Nori and Ori, turned to him since he was nearest. "Seems you need somethin' to tip you off, lad." He shoved over a rather large jug. Ron studied it for a moment through a crick in his arms before he reluctantly took it and chugged a swallow.

"You know I'm behind you," Hermione assured, "But what about this king of theirs? Thorin? What if he doesn't agree with three wizards traveling with his company?"

"He's already getting a hobbit. Can't be worse than that if all of these dwarves are already doubting him," Jasmine shrugged, seeing the glares Dwalin was sending Bilbo. "All the same, I just want to know exactly what this journey is."

"Can't be worse than facing Lord Voldemort, can it?" Ron asked, slightly hiccuping as he removed his face from the jug. He had a line of foam coating his upper lip. Jasmine snickered, shaking her head.

"I am sorry I dragged us into this, though. I really shouldn't have apparated us," Hermione apologized, frowning. Jasmine returned it, but not for the same reason. Why was Hermione blaming herself for something she couldn't control? They didn't know Siobhan would do something like this.

"You can't blame yourself, 'Mione, this is not your fault," Jasmine assured, moving to place one of her hands over hers. "Besides, who knows? Maybe there's a reason she sent us here."

"Other than trying to kill us?" Ron asked, taking another drink of the ale. Hermione rolled her eyes playfully, smiling as she looked up and eyed a worried Bilbo. "I'll be right back," she whispered and got up to go speak with him. Jasmine watched her before turning toward the dwarves who now began swapping tales of battle. The only ones who seemed to have never gone into such fights were Ori, Fili, and Kili.

"Have any of you seen war?" asked Gloin, looking toward the duo, seeing as Hermione was speaking with Bilbo off to the side, both oblivious to the conversation going on.

Before Jasmine could answer, Ron cut her off. He seemed already tipsy off his drink. It appeared ale was a lot stronger than the usual Firewhiskey; then again, Ron was always a lightweight. "We fought against Voldy. 'Member him, Jas?"

"Yes, I remember him, Ron," Jasmine humored him. She glanced towards Gloin as she decided to elaborate, but she didn't know if Ron would release her secret in his drunken state. Thankfully, her scar had faded by now, but if it was pointed out directly, it could be better seen. "Um...well, in our world there was...a dark wizard. He very dark wizard, actually..."

Hermione and Bilbo finally joined the table, Bilbo still looking miserable but Hermione seemed to have calmed him down some. Both stared toward Jasmine; she assumed they heard her bring up Lord Voldemort and grew interested. Hermione looked at Jasmine assuringly; she knew how sensitive the subject was for the girl.

"His name was Tom Riddle, but he went by Lord Voldemort as a title," Jasmine decided to settle her gaze on the center of the table, so as to not actually feel all of their gazes on her. She still hadn't revealed that she was the Chosen One to defeat him. "He killed hundreds and hundreds of people, and he ruled over a group of people called Death Eaters. He believed superiority was certain when concerning Purebloods and Muggleborns–"

"What?" Kili piped up, his face contorted in confusion.

"Oh, well, Purebloods are wizard or witches with magical families and Muggleborns are wizards or witches coming from non-magic families. Voldemort thought Muggleborns less and decided to murder them one by one, but he didn't stop there. He wanted ultimate power. He wanted to triumph, but...he didn't. During the Wizarding World, he was killed."

"By who?" Gloin demanded.

"By...by another wizard," Jasmine mumbled, fixing her hair to cover her forehead. "All you have to know is he's gone and our world went back to normal, or...as normal as it could be." Hermione was looking at Jasmine really hard while Ron was finishing off his jug, not even paying attention to Jasmine's small story. Bilbo looked absolutely interested, as if he loved hearing stories like this, which was quite odd considering he seemed so against anything out of the ordinary.

Jasmine didn't know why she felt so against mentioning all of the details of the story to these dwarves. Maybe it was because she was afraid to be thought of anything other than herself. After all, she always had to meet everyone's expectations back home. She couldn't be too powerful or too weak, she couldn't be outspoken or silent. It was an endless mantra of all things Jasmine hated.

The dwarves all muttered bemusedly, all curious about Lord Voldemort, but they were especially interested in knowing exactly who managed to end his life. Jasmine couldn't even say it was her, considering Neville was the reason Jasmine was able to take him out at all by slashing the head of Nagini's head clear off.

Perhaps that story could be told at a different time. Jasmine nodded firmly, and took ahold of Ron's empty jug and slid it over to Dori. "Fill her up!" The dwarves all stopped their whispers and cheered, raising their own glasses while Dori poured a generous amount of ale inside.

"What are you doing?" Hermione whispered. "It's bad enough Ron's drunk, I need at least you to help me convince this–this Thorin that we need to accompany him on this journey to get home!"

"Please, Hermione, I'll be fine," Jasmine scoffed, taking back the now full jug. "Think it could take all this stress of anyway."

Hermione rolled her eyes as Jasmine took up the jug and downed a few sips, smiling at the way it burned down her throat. She understood now why Ron had already fallen to it. It was insanely strong.

And so the night advanced into laughter and conversations again, both Jasmine and Ron joining in on the jokes since their minds were befuddled into drunkenness. Hermione watched rather disapprovingly at the both of them, standing with her arms crossed beside Bilbo as Ron and Jasmine belted out a bit of the Hogwarts tune Dumbledore had required them to do every year before the first feast of the semester began. Kili and Fili laughed and tried to join them, but they didn't know the words exactly.

"I hate to assume your friends are often like this?" Bilbo asked, glancing up at Hermione's strict face.

"Sadly, yes."

Gandalf chuckled from his seat still from the table, smoking at his pipe with Balin doing the same beside him, shaking his head as he spoke quietly. "Gandalf, are you sure bringing those three into this journey would be wise? We know nothing of any of them."

"Does anybody truly know another? In my opinion, not even friends or family know the complete being of another companion. No, only we know ourselves, and they seem pretty sure of themselves in this adventure," Gandalf explained very bleakly. Balin shook his head and smiled. Of course the wizard wouldn't reveal a true answer. That was part of his charm.

Before the festivities could go on, three knocks interrupted the loud voices making everyone quickly go silent. Even Jasmine and Ron turned their heads, curious to see who had arrived.

"He is here," Gandalf whispered dramatically, quickly diminishing the flame on his pipe and stuffed it into his robes. Getting up, he made his way to the walkway where the front door resided, all of the dwarves, hobbits, and wizards following him in tow. Hermione was fussing over the other two, fixing Ron's unkempt hair from his rapid dancing and straightening Jasmine's clothes.

Gandalf reached forward and opened the door fully, revealing to everyone who stood on the doorstep, Jasmine's face rapidly turning a very bright red. This dwarf who seemed to be taller than the rest, had a long mane of black hair with grey streaks rapidly going through it. He also bore a beard much like the others, but his was well groomed and as dark as the hair atop his head. He wore armor and furs of all kind, slipping down into giant furred boots. His eyes, from what Jasmine could tell, were a very bright blue, sparkling the same way Dumbledore's had.

"Gandalf," he calmly addressed, his voice a low baritone. "I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice." He walked inside, removing the furred coat from his shoulders while Gandalf shut the door behind him. "Wouldn't have found it at all had it not been for that mark on the door."

Bilbo perked up, excusing himself as he pushed between Hermione and Jasmine. "Mark? There is no mark on that door, it was painted a week ago!" Dumbledore cleared his throat and looked at Bilbo sternly.

"There is a mark, I put it there myself," he told, before fixing his big hands on Bilbo's shoulders and situating him so he faced Thorin instead. "Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce you to the leader of the company, Thorin Oakenshield."

Thorin turned his eyes calmly toward Bilbo, his eyes unreadable. "So, this is the hobbit... Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?" After dumping his coat into Kili's awaiting hands, he suddenly began to circle around him, seeming to take in his form entirely as if he were inspecting a nice vehicle, much like male Muggles would do back on earth.

"Pardon?" Bilbo asked, watching him uneasily.

"Axe or sword, what is your weapon of choice?"

"Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know. But...I fail to see why that's relevant," Bilbo said, glancing back at Gandalf before returning his gaze back to Thorin's intimidating form.

"Thought as much," Thorin snorted. "Looks more like a grocer than a burglar." That seemed to tick off Hermione, who apparently had been getting to know Bilbo more while Jasmine and Ron binged in Bilbo's ale cabinet.

"Excuse me, but that is insanely rude!" Hermione protested angrily. Thorin's eyes suddenly fell to the trio, all three shrinking back by instinct. Perhaps they should've kept their earlier forms so they could stand taller than him instead.

"Who are you three?" he asked coolly.

"These three are...far from here, Thorin. They're unable to return home, which is not in this world. Meet Jasmine Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Weasley-Granger." Gandalf introduced, moving to the three wizards. "They wish to accompany you in this journey."

"Maybe," Jasmine squeaked.

"I do not recall being consulted of this, Gandalf," Thorin suddenly said stubbornly. "Three strangers? They are neither dwarves nor hobbits. What are they?"

"Wizards, Master Oakenshield...these three are wizards."

That seemed to catch Thorin's attention.