Disclaimers: See Chapter 1 for more info.

Acknowledgements: To LOTCR, for inspiring me to write this story and its series. To DoctorWhovian18, for her ideas on pranking, ideas on other things about the story, her advice and helpfulness, and the list go on. I'd also like to thank ValueMyHeart for reviewing, following, and favoriting this story. To all my readers who are favoriting, following, and reviewing this story. And I'd also like to thank Frodo and the hobbits for their help with this story as well. Yes, that sounds crazy to the normal readers, but I'm still thanking Frodo and his friends anyway.

Guest Reviews

LOTCR: *Frodo blushes* Thanks. Oh, Frodo's probably messing with you. He's been doing that to me a lot. No… well, it was morning when I first wrote the last chapter, and it was evening when I posted the last chapter. But I fixed that error now, so it's correct now. I must have skipped over that part by accident. Whoops. *sheepish smile* Maybe –Hobbits: Oh, come on, Aria- All right, I'll share. Just don't eat all the cinnamon buns. I might still want some. –Merry and Pippin look at one another, before eating down half the box- What did I say about sharing, guys? –Merry and Pippin stop, looking at you in bewilderment- -Frodo: It's okay. I'm used to being around girls. *blushes*- -Fatty: Thank you, LOTCR- -Legolas rolls his eyes at you- Okay, thanks for clarifying. –Sam blushes at your comment- It's fine. It happens. –Lotho pouts in the corner- Thanks, because that'll help me with my decision for the story.

I know, poor Sam…

Merry: What have you to be sad about, LOTCR?
Pippin: I thinks she's upset…
Merry: Hey, it's okay, LOTCR.

Wait until this chapter for the answer.

Okay then. I wonder that, too.

As I know Christmas break is coming up for Hogwarts, in this story, I've put up a poll on my profile page, asking first where Frodo is spending his holidays and second what he is going to do there. It has to be these two questions answered because it gives me an idea of where to take the story. Already, one person has voted, now I'm asking you readers to cast your votes on your guess. The answer and my final decision will be revealed in another couple of chapters, once it reaches the last weeks in December. We're still in November at this point, of course.

Just so everyone's aware, there is an olive-skinned unidentified Seeker in the Harry Potter series. I think this unidentified Ravenclaw Seeker was in the first Harry Potter game, on one of the versions for the first game, but that's all we know about him, other than what will happen in the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. So, in a way, I am following this side story, but the unidentified pale-skinned, brown-haired Ravenclaw Substitute Seeker is Frodo and not some random Ravenclaw student. So, there's one change I made in the original game plot, but the original story plot to Harry Potter and the Philosopher's/Sorcerer's Stone is the same concerning Quidditch at Hogwarts.

The weather turned very cold that November. Every morning there was frost on the castle grounds. Hagrid spent time defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up well so he did not suffer from the chill. The Quidditch season had begun.

As it now seemed, what with the first match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in the coming weeks, Frodo's practicing were almost for not, or so it seemed in his mind. Most of the time, he was told off by Timbers not to take the Snitch from Jeremiah. And yet there were times as well when Jeremiah would catch the Snitch and other times become distracted. Frodo's partnership with Jeremiah, as far as Seeker went, was still a rocky one that didn't look uplifting. Either way, Frodo was stuck being the Substitute Seeker.

Frodo complained to Timbers, the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, about the whole mess, "Jeremiah can't play Quidditch. Look at what he does whenever he tries to catch the Snitch."

"Jeremiah's a fair player. He loves Quidditch as do we all. Do you want to get kicked off the team, Frodo?" asked Timbers, asking a direct question.

Frodo was stunned. Perhaps complaining wasn't the best idea after all. He said, truthfully, "No."

"Then quit complaining about Jeremiah," said Timbers. He patted Frodo's shoulder and walked away.

Jeremiah advanced towards Frodo. He towered over the hobbit boy, making Frodo have to look way up in order to see the seventh year's face. Jeremiah chuckled, telling Frodo in a casual manner, "No worries, Baggins. You'll have your chance to catch the Snitch, just not so likely." He walked away, heading towards Timbers as if they were good friends, which they were.

Frodo admitted to himself, gazing at the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, "You don't know what he's like on the field." He went into the locker room to change back into his blue uniform. On his way out to the grounds, Frodo remembered the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was the following morning. He would be in the stands for sure – although he did not know why he wanted to support the Gryffindor team… maybe it was in support of Merry and Pippin's house over Lotho's any day.

As he left the Quidditch gate, Frodo was ambushed by Merry and Pippin. Clearly, the two hobbits had something on their minds they wanted to share with him. At least what they had to say would be better than anything his teammates said or did.

"Frodo, we came to ask you something," said Pippin, looking giddy.

"We wondered – Pippin and I wondered – why is it you're always by yourself most of the time?" asked Merry, confirming Pippin's statement.

"Oh." Frodo's smile went away. This was not the best time to ask this question. "I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Then you admit it." Merry said, stunned.

Frodo stopped in his tracks. Did he really have to deal with this question now? Turning to the two hobbits – oh, they looked so happy – Frodo informed them, "Look, it's not that I don't like you both, I do, and we've joined a comradeship. Isn't this something you should ask Sam or Fredegar?"

"Fatty's in the middle of his studies just now and you got done with Quidditch practice…"

"As much as I appreciate this, Merry, I think the question stands on its own," said Frodo, walking down the cobbled stone path.

Merry and Pippin speeded towards him. They were determined to resolve this issue at once. Frodo looked at them both with wary eyes. "Why are you still following me?"

"Because we're not done here, Frodo Baggins," said Merry.

Pippin added, "Besides, Frodo, you needn't be so cryptic with us. We just want to know…"

"My business," said Frodo, getting the hint. "Look you two: we're comrades with pranks, nothing further. If I wanted to be your friends, I would do that, but in the meantime…"

"I know you saw something down the Forbidden Corridor, Frodo. I didn't, but I heard growling," said Merry. That stopped everything. "Tell me what you saw."

"You won't tell anyone we were down there?" asked Frodo.

"Not a word," said Merry.

"Then let's leave it at that," said Frodo. He took off back to the castle, surprised Merry and Pippin weren't following them. He shook his head. "Oh boy."

"Do you think he'll ever learn, Merry?" asked Pippin, as he and Merry watched Frodo leave their sight.

Merry looked beside himself. "I don't know, Pippin. Well, at least we found that out. Come on, let's go find Hagrid." He led the way, with Pippin following after him.

o-o-o

The first Quidditch match of the season began that Saturday, in the second week of November. It was Gryffindor versus Slytherin and Lee Jordan, who was in Fred and George's year, was the commentator for the game. Frodo accompanied the school onto the stands. He was becoming lost in the crowd – oh, how he hated being around crowds, and this was one of the worst experiences he'd face at Hogwarts – but lucky for him he made it to the Ravenclaw side of the stands.

Frodo was alone, of course, that is until he found Pippin's sisters. Wanting to show courtesy, and hopefully to be with someone he was familiar with, for the sake of not being alone during the Quidditch match, Frodo made his way towards the three sisters. Pervinca and Pimpernel giggled when they saw him – he knew they weren't in Ravenclaw! What were they – oh, never mind. However, Pearl seemed much more mature than the other two, giving him reason to ask her if he could sit down with them. Yet his timidness showed up once more.

"Mind if I join you? I don't know where Pippin, Merry, Sam and Fredegar are and I-" Great! Now he was stumbling on his own words.

Pearl blushed and nodded. She never saw a hobbit boy move so fast, just to stand next to her. She felt so privileged she couldn't stop blushing.

Frodo stumbled on his words again. "So uh… so how are you three?"

"Well, Frodo Baggins. You're on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team," said Pearl.

"Yes…" He faltered. Why was this so hard? He felt very uncomfortable.

"I wish you luck," said Pearl.

"The game is about to start," said Pervinca, peering into binoculars.

Frodo could hear Lee commentating the whole game:

"And the Quaffle is taken by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor – what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and attractive, too-"

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry, Professor." Jordan was watched closely by Professor McGonagall, who insisted he keep his focus on the game, rather than his fellow students. Frodo admired his commentary, though; it was quite ridiculously funny.

When Pearl and Pimpernel offered Frodo an extra pair of binoculars, Frodo was stunned and confused. Even though he wanted to reject the offer, something inside him told him this was the only way he could see what was happening during the game. Thanking Pearl and Pimpernel for the binoculars, which he promised he would give right back, Frodo peered into the lens. He jumped back in fright at how close everything was. This was new. Nervous, Frodo peered back into the binoculars' lens. His nervousness went away, but still he was frightened at how close everything was. At least now he could see what Lee was commentating.

Lee continued his commentary: "-that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint…"

But Frodo was too focused on the game, spending half his time listening to Lee and the other half focused on the game. Eventually, Harry chased after the Snitch, but so was Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs. Frodo watched the situation with Harry: first Harry was all right, and then his broomstick went out of control, followed by Harry being fine and flying once more after the Snitch. It was a rough game, but Harry dived in for the Snitch and caught it in his mouth. He coughed and out popped the gold ball in his hands. The game was over: Gryffindor won.

Frodo moved the binoculars off his face. He turned, just as Pearl glared his way. What had he done wrong? Not knowing what to do, Frodo gave a quirky grin, passed the binoculars back to Pimpernel and darted away. He did not want to be in Pearl's situation, but neither was he so eager as to find out what was wrong with her. Girls…

Frodo did manage to catch up to Harry, Ron and Hermione, who were meeting Hagrid at his hut. Frodo hadn't been to Hagrid's hut before, so he was glad they accepted him. Inside, Frodo found the place small but cheerful. It reminded him of home… yea, home. A tear streaked down his face. Maybe he had been too hard on his parents. Hermione snapped him out of it, right as Harry commented on the three-headed dog that he, Ron and Hermione encountered one night. This dawned on Frodo.

Stopping everyone from talking further, Frodo admitted, "I saw the three-headed dog on Halloween. I followed Snape and Merry came with me, but Merry never saw the dog. It was me who did. I don't know why Merry wasn't so keen on following me."

"You could have been attacked, Frodo," said Hermione.

"I know. Luckily I wasn't attacked," admitted Frodo.

"What were you doin' down the third-floor corridor, Frodo? That's off-limits to students," said Hagrid.

"You're not going to tell on me or Merry, are you?" asked Frodo.

"I won't, as long as you don't go snoopin' about the castle again. And how is it you four know about Fluffy?" asked Hagrid.

"Fluffy?" asked Harry and Frodo at the same time.

Hagrid explained the three-headed dog named Fluffy was his, that he allowed Dumbledore to borrow his dog to guard something. He told the four students it was top secret, and that they shouldn't be snooping into something they weren't allowed into. Harry was convinced Snape was up to something, and Hermione certainly was keen on finding out what Snape was doing down the Forbidden Corridor. Frodo had his own mind set to follow these three friends in search of whatever it was they were finding.

So Frodo guessed that meant his friendship with Sam, Merry, Pippin and Fredegar would have to hold off a while longer, at least until this issue was resolved. He wanted to find out as much as Harry what all the teachers were keeping secret in the Forbidden Corridor, no matter the stakes. It was about time he had adventures like Bilbo Baggins, his uncle and cousin, and this would be his first shot at having them.