I got a bit carried away with this chapter so it's a bit longer than usual, but I'm sure you won't mind ^_^ This is the last chapter of little Frodo *sob* so enjoy!

The three hobbits had been walking for several minutes now – well, Frodo was riding on Merry's shoulder – and they had not seen hide nor hair of a single student.

"They can't all be outside!" Pippin gasped exasperatedly. "Surely this can't be the only part of the castle with not one person."

"I know, it's ridiculous." Merry agreed. They were good and lost now, and their only hope would be to find someone and ask them if there was a Healing room or something where Frodo's 'condition' could be fixed.

"It's typical. When don't want anyone around, Middle-earth and his mother are there, but when you need someone, everyone's off having fun somewhere else!" Pippin continued, until Merry shushed him upon realising that Frodo was whimpering quietly.

He looked up at the current-toddler. "What's the matter, Frodo?" He asked, feeling rather strange as it was usually the other way around.

"This." Frodo answered, lifting up the Ring from where it had slipped under his too-large shirt. He frowned as his young mind tried to put his thoughts into words. "It's so heavy and it keeps whispewing things. Scawy things. It used to happen when I was big, but I think b'cause I'm wittle, it's scawiew."

Merry pulled his little cousin down into his arms and cuddled him while they walked, Pippin leaning over sympathetically as they both realised truly what Frodo went through while wearing the horrible Ring. Now, and only now, was he innocent enough to reveal his struggles to them.

"It's alright, Frodo. Do you want one of us to take the Ring, only until you're big again?" Pippin asked, although he suspected what the answer would be.

True enough, Frodo shook his head and tightened his grip around the Ring. "No. I have to keep it."

None of them were looking where they were going, so it came as quite a shock when a staircase suddenly appeared. It was a small staircase, luckily, but that didn't mean it hurt any less falling down it.

Merry escaped with only a bruised hip, but instantly he was looking over at the others.

"Frodo? Frodo, are you hurt?" he asked anxiously.

By some incredible act of chance, Frodo had landed on top of Pippin and was completely unharmed.

"I'm fine." He said. "But I think Pip's hurt. He said 'ow'."

He rolled off the other hobbit, who sat back. Merry gasped; Pippin had clearly landed flat on his face and broken his nose, for his whole front from his mouth downwards was covered in blood. Pippin pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and gently held it to his nose to prevent any more damage.

Frodo looked even more concerned than Merry, reaching up a tiny hand and placing it over Pippin's. "Are you owkay, Pippin?"

Pippin smiled, though clearly his nose was causing him quite a lot of pain. "I'm alright, Frodo. Just hit my nose that's all. Protecting you!"

Frodo smiled at that and both older hobbits were glad to have put the Ring out of his mind, even temporarily and by accident.

"Oh, hello there! I didn't expect to run into anyone else around here." Came a floaty voice.

Standing a few feet away was a young girl with long, curly, platinum blonde hair. Even though her attention was on them, she had a faraway look, but she smiled warmly.

The hobbits were overjoyed to see someone. They each got to their feet and introduced themselves.

"Nice to meet you." The girl said. "I've wanted to meet you since you arrived, but I didn't want to bother you. I'm Luna Lovegood."

A bell rang in Pippin's head; he thought Fred and George had mentioned her. "Nice to meet you, as well. Um…we're more than a bit lost."

"Where are you looking for?" she asked kindly.

"Is there a healing room?" Pippin asked thickly, his words distorted due to his nose.

"Yes. The Hospital Wing. But I'm afraid you're going to have to go back up those stairs. You must have passed it on the way." Throughout, her voice remained light and airy. It was a pretty sound to listen to. She looked at Frodo, then back up at the others. "You know, I only saw you from afar this morning, but I thought that Frodo was the same size as you. Do you all shrink at certain points of the day, then?"

What a strange thing to think, Pippin wondered. He know knew what the twins meant when they said Luna was 'interesting'.

"No." he laughed. "Draco Malfoy said he put something in Frodo's drink to sort of de-age him. We're just hoping there's an antidote. Although he is very cute." Pippin added, fulfilling his revenge for that morning by ruffling Frodo's hair with the hand that wasn't holding the handkerchief, prompting a glare that would have made him back away if Frodo was at his normal height.

"There will definitely be an antidote and Madam Pomfrey will know it." Luna assured them. "Shall we go now? I will say, I could fix your nose for you, but since you are going to the Hospital Wing anyway you'd better wait."

Merry nodded and they headed back up the stairs, Frodo back on his shoulders. When they reached the doors that led to the Hospital Wing – involving some strange conversations about things called 'Nargles' – Luna left them, saying that she would like to stay and chat but she had promised to meet someone.

Frodo hesitated before going in. "I want Sam here." He said. "Not that I don't like you being here!" He added quickly, seeing Merry and Pippin's hurt looks. "But…he's my best fwiend and…"

But Merry smiled. "Of course, Frodo. Luna!" he called as the girl was about to disappear around a corner. She turned. "How do I get to the greenhouses?"

"Down the stairs and out the first door, you'll be on the Grand Staircase. Go down two floors, turn right as soon as you go through the door and go through the archway and down more stairs. Turn left and just follow that corridor!" she called back. Merry made an effort to remember it and thanked her.

"You two wait here." He said, before running off.

Pippin turned to Frodo. "Sam's going to laugh when he sees you." He murmured.

Frodo chuckled, clearly picturing the expression on Sam's face. "I want him hewe so all fwee of you can help me get Mawfoy back."

Pippin grinned, taking the handkerchief away from his nose. "We'll make a Took out of you yet, cousin!"


Roughly fifteen minutes later, Merry reappeared with Sam in tow. The latter's eyes turned into dinner plates upon seeing Pippin, covered in blood, and Frodo.

Frodo grinned and waved at Sam, and Pippin got the impression that he was enjoying the look on his gardener-slash-best-friend's face.

Sam opened and closed his mouth several times before he could get any words out. "Wh…wha…how…Mr Frodo, what happened to ya?"

"A student called Mawfoy put something in my dwink to make me wittle." Frodo explained as Sam approached and kneeled down in front of him.

Sam frowned. "Someone did this to you?" he looked up at Merry. "We should tell Professor Dumbledore, or Gandalf."

"No need for that!" Merry scoffed. "The Weasley twins told me all about Malfoy. We can get him back on our own. In fact, that's what Frodo wants us to do. Let's get him back to normal, and then we'll talk about it."

Sam then turned his frown upon Frodo. "You are letting them influence you, if what Merry says is true. The Mr Frodo I know would tell someone rather than try to get revenge."

Frodo clearly realised, in his current state, what would convince Sam to help him. He gave him his best puppy-dog, big eyed, pleading look. "Aw, but Sam, I wanted you to hewp me."

Sam tried to resist it, but in the end he shook his head and chuckled. "I can't say 'no' to you under normal circumstances, how do you expect me to say 'no' now?"

The other three laughed and they entered the Hospital Wing together. A woman instantly came bustling towards them. They presumed this was the Madam Pomfrey that Luna had mentioned.

"Hello, little guests, what trouble brings you here?" She asked. Her tone of voice was a mixture between the kind nature you would expect from someone in the medical field, and the brisk exasperation of someone who had seen too many injuries born from simple stupidity.

"Well, my nose…" Pippin began, but was cut off by Sam.

"Mr Frodo here needs to be, well, aged up again. He was turned this young by some sort of potion."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, taking Frodo by the shoulder and leading him over to one of the beds, where she instructed him to sit down.

"I've learned not to ask questions when things like this occur." She muttered, almost to herself. "It'll only irk me. Now, you said you've taken a De-Aging Potion, that correct?"

Frodo hadn't actually said so, but he murmured, "I think so. Mawfoy didn't say what it was."

Madam Pomfrey's eyebrows rose at the name, but didn't comment. "Well, that's the most likely thing, at any rate." She rummaged in a cupboard and pulled out an opaque blue bottle and a small beaker. Then she looked up at Pippin and produced a wand from a pocket. "Episky!" she said sharply, pointing the wand at Pippin's nose. There was a cricking noise and Pippin winced, but then his expression cleared.

He gingerly moved his nose around. "Hey, it's completely fixed!"

"Of course it is." Madam Pomfrey said distractedly, now measuring out drops of the liquid from the blue bottle. "This concoction adds one year of age per drop. I need to know how many years to add. How old are you currently?" she asked Frodo.

"Five." He answered immediately.

She frowned. "You don't look 'five'. You look more like a three-year-old."

Merry quickly interjected. "We're hobbits, ma'am, and hobbits grow about half as fast as Men."

"So how old was he before?"

"Fifty."

Madam Pomfrey mouthed the word, before shaking her head and obligingly measuring out fourty-five drops of the liquid. "Well, it's your loss if you are trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Here."

Frodo gulped the potion down at once, making a face as he swallowed. "That tastes awful!" he cried.

"Of course it does. Haven't you learnt yet that medicine never tastes nice." Madam Pomfrey sighed.

Frodo suddenly gasped and his eyes glazed over as the potion took effect. The other three hobbits watched in awe as, in the space of half a minute, Frodo grew back into his usual self – including the fact that he still looked thirty-three.

Blinking several times, Frodo looked around at them all. "Well…that was without doubt the strangest experience I have ever had."

There were cries of joy from all to see him back to normal. They each thanked Madam Pomfrey and headed back out of the Hospital Wing. Frodo stumbled a bit at first, but got used to his size again quite quickly.

"You have to admit, though…" Merry said wistfully as they stood in the corridor once more. "You were awfully cute."

This time, Frodo's glare had the effect it intended, and Merry shut his mouth and looked away. Frodo then beckoned Pippin and Sam in.

"Alright, time to have some fun. Sam, you need to go outside and find Legolas. Pippin – and Merry, you too – we're going back down to the kitchens. But first, let's go and find Harry."

Thank you again for all of your support, comments, etc. Oh, before I forget, I mentioned last chapter to LOTCR that Aria Breuer has written a HP/LOTR crossover. I'd just like to ask fans of this story to go and read hers as well, because it's very well written and a brilliant story. Credit, of course, to LOTCR for the idea, but Aria Breuer has brought it to life :) LOTCR: *grabs back my mini Frodo* Lol, your reviews crack me up. Hmm...Boromir and Draco...why specifically Boromir? If there's a good enough reason, I'll put it in ^_^ And yeah, Hermione's definitely going to be very impressed, but there's going to be no romance in this story.

Ok, bye for now everyone!