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Harry talking through his mind

'Thoughts'

Harry laid in his bed. It still felt like a dream that he was here and not in that cold dark cell that he was forced into. He could still feel the cold chains around his limbs even though he wasn't in his animagus form anymore.

The terrors of the betrayal were still there. How could they not be when he had only been freed for only a few hours. He hated that he couldn't get over what they had done.

Harry shook his head. 'Now isn't the time to think about that. I need to think about Frodo and what his uncle carries that makes my skin crawl. It felt like...no...it couldn't be...could it.' He rolled onto his side. 'Could he be carrying a horcrux? It obviously isn't his or else he too would feel evil. He must have found it. I only hope he hasn't fallen to the lore of the horcrux.'

Harry sighed and finally succumbed to sleep. He would have to worry about it the next day.

The next day Harry woke to Frodo entering his room. "Harry, it is time to get up."

"Go'way." Harry said as he pulled his blanket over his head.

"But it is time to wake up." Frodo said as he hid a smile.

"Don't care." He muttered.

"You don't want to miss our birthday, do you?" He asked.

"..." The animagus spoke too quietly to be heard.

"What was that?" He asked.

"I said fine." Harry said as he sat up and looked at a cheery hobbit. "Stupid morning people and their cheeriness." Frodo laughed as he left the room.

Harry stood up and casted cleaning charms on himself before he sleepily got dressed. He now wore a forest green tunic, black trousers, and light brown belt and boots. He then left the room followed by his nose.

"Good morning Harry." Bilbo and Frodo said together as Harry entered the room.

"Morning." Harry replied and sat down eating the food that Bilbo placed in front of him.

Once he was finished Frodo took his hand and led him to where he was going to hang out. Bilbo had asked him yesterday if he could have the house to himself to finish his book so Harry and Frodo were going to hang out on the hills until Gandalf arrived.

"I can't wait to see Gandalf again." He said.

Harry, who was still half asleep, looked at Frodo confused. "Who's Gandalf?"

"He is an istari." Harry gave him a blank look. "A wizard."

"What are the wizards like here?" Harry asked after he sat down under a tree.

Frodo looked at Harry before he remembered that Harry had come from a different world. He sat down next to Harry and began explaining what wizards in Middle Earth were like and then explaining what Middle Earth was like. Harry was fascinated and listened excitedly.

"Where I came from there were no dwarves and hobbits. We had elves and wizards but non-magical people didn't know about it. Wizards had made all magical creatures get branded and registered though." Harry looked sad about it so Frodo knew that he didn't agree with it.

"That is horrible." He gasped.

"I know. I had a good friend who was an elf. You see, wizards and witches were jealous of the elves's beauty, grace, and magic that they killed off the adults when they were sleeping and made the children into slaves. The treatment caused them to remain small and turn hideous. They are called house elves now." He explained. "I believe some elves escaped and are either in hiding or went to another world. To make sure no elves fought back they put up a ward that stopped them from using magic."

Frodo looked horrified. "I...that..wha..."

"I know. Not many wizards knew nor would they have cared. It wasn't taught. I had befriended some house elves and they told me their story. I was shocked and angry. I couldn't stop crying to save my life. It has gotten so bad that to use their magic fully they need to be bound to a person and if they aren't then they die slowly and painfully." Harry told him as he wrapped his arms around his knees. "I tried to find a way but I never found an answer."

Frodo watched as Harry's eyes teared up and hugged him. Frodo couldn't understand how those wizards could be so terrible.

"I tried but all that happened was that they died." He sobbed into Frodo.

"I'm sorry Harry." He said softly.

"I...I'm glad that it is different here." He said.

"It is." He confirmed.

"Will you tell me more about Gandalf?" He asked.

Before Frodo could answer they heard the sound of a wagon and Frodo's face broke out in a smile. "GANDALF!"

He grabbed Harry's hand and ran towards the edge of the hill and jumped off. Harry gasped in shock only to land in a wagon with Frodo hugging an elderly gentleman.

"Ah Frodo, it is good to see you." Gandalf said as he hugged the hobbit close.

Frodo sat down next to him after the hug and motioned to Harry. "Gandalf, this is Harry. He came from a different world and is staying with me and uncle Bilbo. Harry, this is Gandalf the grey."

"It is a pleasure to meet you sir." Harry said politely and shook his hand.

"It is nice to meet you too." Gandalf said but frowned when he felt Harry flinch when they shook hands.

"Harry is a wizard too, Gandalf. He doesn't use a staff though. He used to use a small stick called a wand but now he can do magic without it." The hobbit explained.

Gandalf looked at the male next to Frodo. He had shoulder length black hair that had a few strands defying gravity. He was so pale that it looked like he hadn't been in the sun for a while. His most prominent feature that drew one in was his eyes. Gandalf had never seen an eye color like that before. He has seen many different shades of green but never had he seen someone with emerald green eyes before. Harry wasn't looking at them but straight ahead with a small bit of blush on his face.

"Is that so? You must be very powerful." He said.

Harry's face darkened and he spoke in a monotone voice. "Yeah. Great power comes with a price though." That left Gandalf curious but he didn't say anything since it was obvious the lad was very upset.

"You will have to tell me all about your world later." He said as he came to a stop.

Both Harry and Frodo got off the wagon. "See you later Gandalf."

"See you later sir."

"Later Frodo, Harry."

With that Harry and Frodo left and Gandalf walked up to the house and knocked. The door opened to reveal Bilbo looking the same as ever. They talked until it was time for the party. Harry stayed out of the way and watched the fireworks and the hobbits. The day ended when Bilbo disappeared in front of everyone. Harry knew that this was the work of what he thought to be a horcrux.

When he returned home Frodo told him what had happened with Gandalf. It was almost twenty years before he heard from the wizard again and that was when their adventure began.