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Harry talking through his mind

'Thoughts'

Harry was awoken by something poking him. He moaned as he swatted at the offending object. He could hear people muttering causing him to open his eyes. He noticed that there were two people, who he assumed were hobbits by their appearance, staring at him. One of them had a stick in his hand which Harry knew was what and who had poked him.

The wizard noticed that one of the hobbits was older than the other and had grey hair and looked to be around fifty while the other one, the one holding the stick, had dark brown curly hair and blue eyes. It was looking at the younger hobbit that something in his mind clicked. This was the one that would bear the weight of the world's future on his shoulders.

"Um hello?" Harry spoke after they continued to stare at him.

"Hello dear boy." The older hobbit said. "Are you okay? Frodo came to get me when he found you."

"I'm fine. I must have fallen asleep." Harry sat up and held out his hand. "I'm Harrison Potter-Lupin-Black. You can call me Harry or Shadow."

"A pleasure to meet you Harry." The older hobbit said as he shook Harry's hand first. "I'm Bilbo Baggins and this is my nephew Frodo Baggins." Frodo shook his hand after.

"Where are you from?" Frodo asked Harry.

"A different world." Harry told him sadly as he stood up.

"Oh." Frodo said as he stared at him feeling strangely safe. "Since you're not from here does that mean you need somewhere to stay?" Harry nodded as he grabbed the bag that was near him. "Could he stay with us Bilbo?"

"Yes he can." They soon led them to his house. "Tomorrow is both Frodo's and my birthday. He will be turning thirty three and I will turn one hundred and eleven." Harry stared at him before shrugging. He didn't know that this was odd for a hobbit.

"I see."

"I do hope you enjoy the party tomorrow." Frodo said.

"I don't know. I haven't been to a party in a long time and the last one I went to wasn't very fun or good." Harry told the young hobbit as he winced in remembrance.

"You okay?" The younger hobbit asked in concern.

"Yeah."

Harry stayed closer to Frodo since Bilbo had something on him that Harry knew was evil and he didn't know what it was. He knew that whatever it was he needed to protect Frodo from it.

Soon they were inside and helping Harry settle into his new room. They were sorry that the room would be too small for him but they had no idea that he had lived and slept in rooms that were smaller than this. Harry just smiled and waved off their apologies.

"Lunch should be ready soon." Bilbo said as he left the room.

Harry nodded and sat down on his new bed. Even though the bed was small it had to be the comfiest bed he ever had. Frodo sat down near him.

"Yes Frodo?"

"Why did you seem sad when I asked you where you were from?" He asked.

"My old world was in a war and they forced me to fight in it and defeat the leader. I did and not soon after I was betrayed and left in a cell to die." He answered.

"But why?" Frodo asked, horrified.

"I wasn't needed and I was more powerful than they were. See where I came from there are witches and wizards. They found out that I was way more powerful than the person who used to be the most powerful wizard alive." He explained.

"That isn't right." He said.

"Life isn't always fair, Frodo." Frodo nodded. "Why don't we go see if lunch is done? From what I am told, hobbits eat a lot of food."

Frodo blushed and nodded. He led Harry to the kitchen area of the Baggins home. Harry smelled the food and his stomach growled. It had been a long time since he had eaten and an even longer time since the food had been human and good.

"Ah Harry here ya go." Bilbo said as he handed Harry a plate.

"Thank you." He gave a nod.

"You're welcome." He smiled.

Harry hid a smile when he noticed that he had a lot less on his plate than his new housemates did. He was glad that it was a small portion anyway since it would be better on his stomach than a large portion of food.

"This was delicious."

"Thank you." Harry nodded.

"I'm going to finish unpacking my bag." With that Harry stood and left the room while the two hobbits talked about the birthday party the next day.