Book 2
Chapter One
As Harry regained consciousness, a he saw a blurry gray haired wizard towering over him and heard a few familiar voices, as well as a couple that he had never heard before.
"So…will he be okay, Mr. Gandalf…sir?"
"He should be fine, my lad."
"It scared me out of my wits when I heard that thud behind me and then saw him lying on the ground! I mean, I've seen him do it before, but it gave me quite a shock!"
"It gave me a bit of a shock as well to see such unfamiliar folk as yourselves in Rivendell! Do tell me that amusing story of what brings you here…"
Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione, Ron, a very tall and wise-looking wizard, and a very short and peculiar person standing next to him. He closed his eyes again and wondered what he would see if he opened them a second time.
He slowly opened one eye…
"Mr. Gandalf! I think he's awake!"
Ron had seen him do it. He opened the other eye and glanced around the room. The ceiling was white with richly carved dark beams. The light coming through the windows was filtered through soft white curtains. The walls were smooth and white and the floor was of a richly coloured wood. The only other furniture in the room besides the ridiculously soft bed Harry found himself lying on was an empty powder blue chair similar to the ones that could be found in the Gryffindor common room.
"I suppose you're wondering where you are and what has happened!" said the old wizard in a kindly voice.
"No—yes. Yes I am." Harry said softly, still confused over who these people were and why he was lying on his back in a featherbed.
"It is October the twenty-fourth at ten-thirty in the morning. You are in Rivendell, young one."
Ron began to quickly spill the time-travelling incident, but Harry sat up and held up a hand. "I remember the time turner and all, but why am I here and who are you and you?" he said, looking at Gandalf and the hobbit that stood next to the bed.
"My name is Frodo," said the hobbit, looking at Harry with his bright green eyes. "And this is Gandalf the Grey," Frodo said, motioning toward the wizard.
"Apparently you had just arrived here with your Time Turner when I heard quite a loud thud behind me. I turned around only to see you lying on your back with these two kneeled beside you trying to revive you."
"And you brought me here—did you say that you were Gandalf the Grey?"
"Why, yes. But why?"
Harry became excited at once. "I've got about five Chocolate Frog cards of you! You help defeat that—wasn't it Sauron? Yeah! I'm your biggest fan!"
"I'm afraid—you'd better have a little more rest, young lad."
Harry flopped down on his back again as Ron, Hermione, Frodo, and Gandalf left the room smiling.
Chapter One
As Harry regained consciousness, a he saw a blurry gray haired wizard towering over him and heard a few familiar voices, as well as a couple that he had never heard before.
"So…will he be okay, Mr. Gandalf…sir?"
"He should be fine, my lad."
"It scared me out of my wits when I heard that thud behind me and then saw him lying on the ground! I mean, I've seen him do it before, but it gave me quite a shock!"
"It gave me a bit of a shock as well to see such unfamiliar folk as yourselves in Rivendell! Do tell me that amusing story of what brings you here…"
Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione, Ron, a very tall and wise-looking wizard, and a very short and peculiar person standing next to him. He closed his eyes again and wondered what he would see if he opened them a second time.
He slowly opened one eye…
"Mr. Gandalf! I think he's awake!"
Ron had seen him do it. He opened the other eye and glanced around the room. The ceiling was white with richly carved dark beams. The light coming through the windows was filtered through soft white curtains. The walls were smooth and white and the floor was of a richly coloured wood. The only other furniture in the room besides the ridiculously soft bed Harry found himself lying on was an empty powder blue chair similar to the ones that could be found in the Gryffindor common room.
"I suppose you're wondering where you are and what has happened!" said the old wizard in a kindly voice.
"No—yes. Yes I am." Harry said softly, still confused over who these people were and why he was lying on his back in a featherbed.
"It is October the twenty-fourth at ten-thirty in the morning. You are in Rivendell, young one."
Ron began to quickly spill the time-travelling incident, but Harry sat up and held up a hand. "I remember the time turner and all, but why am I here and who are you and you?" he said, looking at Gandalf and the hobbit that stood next to the bed.
"My name is Frodo," said the hobbit, looking at Harry with his bright green eyes. "And this is Gandalf the Grey," Frodo said, motioning toward the wizard.
"Apparently you had just arrived here with your Time Turner when I heard quite a loud thud behind me. I turned around only to see you lying on your back with these two kneeled beside you trying to revive you."
"And you brought me here—did you say that you were Gandalf the Grey?"
"Why, yes. But why?"
Harry became excited at once. "I've got about five Chocolate Frog cards of you! You help defeat that—wasn't it Sauron? Yeah! I'm your biggest fan!"
"I'm afraid—you'd better have a little more rest, young lad."
Harry flopped down on his back again as Ron, Hermione, Frodo, and Gandalf left the room smiling.