Disclaimers: See Chapter 1 for more info.

Acknowledgements: I have a major correction to make, which I'm sure the author's noticed and if she hasn't, then I'm going for it anyway: The inspiration for this story came from TooLazyToLogin, not LOTCR. I just remember looking up the review on DoctorWhovian18's story and I forgot about it. I think the fault is mainly us three, so if TooLazyToLogin is reading this story, then I apologize deeply for this.

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 DoctorWhovian18 for her idea that seeped its way into this chapter. 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: Oh, and I hate to say this, but it wasn't you who gave me the idea for this story. I thought it was, but as you can see from the acknowledgements, we're all at fault here: you, me, and DoctorWhovian18, since this wasn't our idea to begin with. Oh well. But I am terribly sorry for not informing you sooner. This is the only way I could fix this. *sheepish smile*

Heh, I think it's just Frodo. He has a way with girls. Quite a charmer hobbit, he is.
Frodo: Aria, why are you flattering me? Hmm? *puppy dog eyes at me*
Okay, Frodo, honestly…
Frodo: Well, it works on you.
I'm trying not to swoon, but it's hard around you, Frodo.
*Frodo gives further puppy dog look at me*

Merry and Pippin: More cinnamon buns! Awwww! Just Aria?!
Pippin: That's not fair!
Tough.

Frodo: Well, I'm used to being around Aria the most. So yeah, I'm learning. Of course, I'm used to other fangirls when they borrow me in their stories. I haven't read them all, but still… there you go.

-Legolas smiles, happy to be of service- -Frodo chuckles- -Frodo: Wow, Legolas…-

Yeah, what has Lotho been doing? He didn't appear at all in the last chapter… oh, now I see you've put him to work. –Lotho: I'm busy. Go away!- Lotho, you have to return to the story at some point. –Frodo: No! Please don't! Please let him work. It's much more peaceful. Lotho: Peaceful? Baggins, I oughta… *goes into another rant against Frodo*-

Thanks.

Eh… some of us should focus on worshipping God first and foremost. Watch your words, LOTCR. –Pippin: I have to agree with Aria- Thank you, Pippin. And I'll only cry at certain places involving leaving or death, but it's also sweet moments too and not many of those have I cried over. Call me a tough fangirl, but there you have it.

Yes you have.

Isn't it obvious what Pippin's sister was angry about? She was probably wanting to talk with Frodo, but Frodo was too focused on the game to pay attention to her. That's why she's angry at him. It was pretty obvious to me, but obviously you haven't caught on.

Well, Frodo's in the stands and the only participation he's got is through those binoculars. Thanks for the plate of cookies. -digs into a couple of cookies and eats them- What kind of cookies are they? Clarification please? :D

What was odd?

Good luck. I'll make sure to sick one of the hobbits on you or Maggot's dogs. –Frodo: See? Pippin: Maggot's dogs. I would love to see this if she fails. Yay, a smiley!-

On Sunday morning, seeing as Frodo darted off for much of the previous day after the Quidditch match, wanting to spend as much time as he could with Sam, Merry, Pippin and Fredegar, Hermione approached the Ravenclaw table, where Frodo ate a morning biscuit dripping in honey. He raised a finger at her until he finished his biscuit, and then looked up at her.

However, Hermione whispered in his ear: "Meet Harry and Ron in the corridor next to the library. We want to look up information that Hagrid gave us."

Frodo whispered back, loud enough for Hermione to hear: "Okay." He watched Hermione walk away, before digging into the rest of his biscuit.

After breakfast, Frodo made his way to the Grand Staircase. Knowing the way to the library, Frodo followed the corridors. However, a lot of them were empty or had very few students and staff gathered. It was down one of the corridors that Frodo saw a figure wearing a cloak and half covered by a white mask. The figure looked ghostly and frightening. Feeling creeped out, Frodo ignored the creature and made his way down the corridors. He was followed by the specter.

As he reached the library, the mysterious Phantom bounded out behind a stone pillar. The voice sounded very familiar. However…

"BOO!" said the Phantom, startling Frodo into a fright.

Half frightened and fearing for his life, not caring who this mysterious Phantom was, Frodo moved around this ghost. However, the Phantom wanted to grab him. Frodo did his best to pull back, jerking fiercely away from the creature, which looked like a boy that was a bit shorter than he.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" screamed Frodo, darting off down the corridor.

The Phantom slunk back behind the stone pillar, but looking out as if checking on Frodo. Frodo glanced back, only to see this Phantom still around. He approached Harry, Ron and Hermione in no time at all. The three looked confused. Frodo could hardly speak.

Hermione was the first to inquire about Frodo, "Frodo, are you all right?"

"He's probably seen the Phantom," said Harry.

Good guess. "So that's what it was." Frodo was out-of-breath. "Why is it after me?"

"To scare you, perhaps," said Ron, shaking his head at the Phantom. "Why is it coming after you?"

"I don't know," said Frodo. The trio certainly sounded like they didn't know anything. He asked them next, "Why are we here?"

"Well…" Hermione was shushed by Harry and Ron.

Frodo asked them, suspicious, "Do you three know something?"

Harry and Ron shook their heads. Hermione inquired to Frodo, sticking with the plan that Frodo was suspicious over, "I think you should head into this empty classroom. It's perfectly all right. Everything's been set up for you."

Frodo followed Hermione to a classroom away from the library. He was outright confused. It was empty and dark. Why were the curtains drawn and filled with nothing but candlelight? He asked Hermione, stunned, "Through here? But I…" Too late. He was shoved into the room by two pair of hands bigger than his. Turning around, he witnessed Harry and Ron close the door on him. He was trapped. "This can't get worse." He shouldn't have said that.

As he turned his head, Frodo saw the Phantom again, only by his mask. Just as he charged towards the Phantom, the figure disappeared. This was followed by lightning and thundering sounds. Maybe this was a prank set up to amuse him.

"Very funny, guys. Haha. You can come out now," said Frodo. It was a weak joke, and he felt it in his shaky voice.

More thunder and lightning started. As if on cue, more Phantoms appeared throughout the classroom. Frodo looked around in fright. This must be a joke. No, it was definitely real. He started backing towards the door. Grabbing the door handle, Frodo found it locked. He continued to push the handle down, growing more terrified by the second:

"Come on! Come on!"

He heard ghostly sounds. Were the wights coming to attack him? Frodo spun around as the group of Phantoms towered over him. Even the short Phantom stood directly in front of him. Frodo screamed and cowered, just as the curtains were pulled by none other than Sam Gamgee. At once, Frodo could hear laughter, as the cloaks and masks were pulled off, revealing Fred and George Weasley, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Merry, Pippin and Fredegar. Frodo kept his eyes shut until Sam pulled him up off the floor. Then Frodo understood, but couldn't believe it.

"Wha – What?" asked Frodo, bewildered and confused.

"Well, it was my turn to prank somebody and I chose you. Best prank ever, huh?" asked Pippin, his face beaming with excitement.

"I don't understand. I thought you liked me, all of you," asked Frodo.

"We do like you, Frodo," said the witches, wizards, and hobbits in the group.

"It's just you've pulled so many pranks on us," admitted Merry, "and on everyone. We just wanted to pull the wool off your eyes. See how it feels to be pranked. Not much fun, is it? Still, Pippin and I are willing to learn from a master."

Frodo looked at them all. So this was why they sent him down this corridor in the first place: to prank him. Anger boiled inside him, an anger he couldn't abate. He thought he trusted them all. True, this was a new experience to have friends, but under these circumstances? How on Middle-earth should he trust them now? Trying hard not to show his anger, but feeling the need to be alone for a while, Frodo darted towards the door, just as Sam unlocked it for him. Sam gazed at the others, knowing something was wrong. However, Sam was still too shy and hardly knew Frodo. Maybe what he needed was time to himself. Merry darted out of the room after Frodo, not bothering to admonish Sam's presence.

"Frodo! Frodo!" cried Merry. Frodo stopped in his tracks. The way his body tensed up told Merry at once that Frodo was upset. Merry tried to reassure him, comfort him, with his words, "Pippin, I, and everyone were just pulling a harmless prank. We didn't know what kind of effect it would have on you."

Frodo spun around and face him. The look on his face was a mixture of emotions. "And what did you conclude?"

Merry didn't know what to say. "That we should play better pranks on people?"

Frodo corrected him. He was angry, that much was plain. "No. That you should find a good excuse for why you pranked me like that. Phantoms? Did you honestly think that would work? You scared me half to death."

As the rest of the group went their separate ways, Merry explained to Frodo, "Frodo, Pippin and I apologize for that. You don't need to take it out on us. You drove us to pull this prank on you."

"Besides, Frodo we can make it up to you, if you help me, Harry and Ron out in the library," said Hermione.

"The library? I'll see you later, Hermione," said Pippin, chasing after Sam down the corridor.

Frodo was out of his wits. Should he follow Harry, Ron and Hermione after what just happened. Merry asked him, nonetheless, "Are we forgiven?"

Frodo mumbled, loudly, "I'll see you later." Ending the conversation there, Frodo followed after Hermione into the library.

Merry stood in the hallway, unable to follow after Frodo. Merry didn't want to risk another tense argument between him and Frodo. Astonished over what had happened between them, Merry left Frodo alone and charged down the corridor after Pippin, Sam and Fredegar.

o-o-o

Frodo did forgive Merry over the course of the week. Their friendship mended and all seemed well between the five hobbits, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George. In an effort to ease Frodo's mind over the Forbidden Corridor – he didn't know when he would be pranking anyone again, at least not for a while – Harry, Ron and Hermione allowed him to come with them inside the library to look up information on Nicholas Flamel, the man Hagrid mentioned.

As they searched, Frodo stumbled on a book that had his name on the front. It certainly looked thin and blue, with gold lettering for his name. On the binding, on the inside front page, Frodo saw the author was in fact a Quick Quotes Quill ink, but the author was unknown. As he flipped through the pages that had writing, he found the ink was jotting down automatically all the toils of his life. Figuring this was important, Frodo found Hermione and spoke to her about it:

"Look at what I found! Look, Hermione!" whispered Frodo, getting her attention. As he showed her the book, Frodo asked her, "What does this book mean?"

"This is the book you've told me so much about. I don't know," admitted Hermione. "Maybe someone's recording your life."

"I've got to find out who this person is," said Frodo, lowering his voice. He darted off in search of Madam Pince. When he found her, Frodo checked the book out and left the library. He would get the results soon enough from Harry, Ron and Hermione, or else do this another day with them.

Returning to the Ravenclaw Boys' Dormitory, Frodo returned to his bed, sat down and skimmed through the book's pages for an answer. Any answer would have sufficed. There was little to go on. Now he had his own mission: find the author of this book and see what he or she knew about him that he didn't. Whatever was going on, someone already knew about him. This was too odd to not go unnoticed.