A/N: I don't own Harry, Hermione, Ron, etc. Neither do I own Frodo, Sam, or any of the Rest of the Fellowship. This is also my first story on fanfic.net, though I have written fanfic forever. I may not update this often, but that is because most of my effort and ideas are spent on my original stories (Not up here, probably won't ever be). So, Enjoy, and Review!



The many breeds of multi- colored owls zoomed into the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Students of the Griffindor table looked expectantly up for mail from home; everyone was worried about family at this troubled time.

Being the first batch of mail since students had arrived on September first, many students were receiving packages of forgotten items, including a round-faced 5th year at the Griffindor table.

"Neville," the gangly red haired boy of the same year said, "how much did you forget THIS year?"

Neville Longbottom (for that was his name) ignored him and dived into his package.

"Oh, honestly, Ron!" Hermione Granger, a bushy-brown haired girl, reprimanded her friend, Ron Weasly, looking as though she would put her hands on her hips if she wasn't too busy opening a package of her own.

"Did YOU forget something the year?" smiled their classmate and friend from across the table, an boy with unruly black hair and rather odd shaped scar on his forehead, by the name of Harry Potter (the boy, not the scar).

"No, of course not," Hermione took a letter from inside her package," Mom and Dad are finally getting the hang of sending things by owl; I bought them one this summer. Anyway, they decided to send me my birthday gift to me this year."

Harry and Ron shared a look as Hermione brought out some very large leather bound books. So like Hermione to get books for her birthday.

" Ooo..." Hermione's eyes widened as she took a look at the title, " The Lord of the Rings! I've wanted to read this!"

" What? A book that Hermione hasn't read?" Ron put his hand to his mouth in "shock".

Hermione gave Ron a look. "It's a Muggle fantasy story, what they think magic's all about. This one is supposed to be a rather good; I read the prequel to it the summer before I came to Hogwarts. My Dad's been at me to read it. "

She paged through the what Harry and Ron bet had to be a 1000+ page book, then picked up her letter again.

"Lets see..." She scanned the letter, "Here's some other books I wanted...And this last book..." She took a much larger, older and much used book from her package, an extremely puzzled expression was on her face.

"What?" asked Ron, his mouth full of pancakes.

" This is what Mom says 'We found this book at a yard sale this summer when you were in Bulgaria. It looked Magic, and your Dad wanted to see if he's finally gotten the knack of discerning magic from not; so we bought it. The young woman at the register looked at me strangely when I bought it. Apparently, it was from an attic of a hundred year-old house that nobody knows who lived in. The new owner was selling the things in the attic. Why don't you take a look at this, or show it to one of your teachers? I think they would like to know."

"Strange," said Harry, who lifted the book up and thumbed threw the pages, coughing a little from the dust and marveling at the parchment pages, all decorated in beautiful scrip; of which only about half he could read.

" You probably shouldn't go through any of that on your own," said one of Ron's older twin brothers, George, looking over Harry's shoulder, "You never know what could happed if you read some of this..."

Fred, the other twin, laughed, "And how dose he know this? Experience. When we were little, we delved into the attic; this one," He nudged his brother," discovered and old family heirloom. He had just learned to read, the big boy, so he read it...and he ended up with-"

At this point George threw his half finished piece of toast at Hermione, narrowly missing her head, and clamped his hand over his brother's mouth. " You don't want to know, really!" He said hurriedly, and dragged his brother over to his chair, next to a hysterically laughing Lee Jordan.

Ron, who was also laughing hysterically, took the book from Harry and turned to the title page " A Really, Really Old Book of Magick" He "read", "By Anolde Krazywizarde."

Hermione stood up, brushed what remained of George's toast off her robes, and grabbed The Lord of The Rings in one hand. She swung at Ron's head, narrowly missing it by scant inches. Ron, looking slightly pale, stared as Hermione sat down and began putting her new books into her back into the box.

Harry, now laughing, took the book from Ron and handed it to Hermione. " We're going to have to be careful from now on, Ron. She's got a dangerous weapon. That thing could knock you out for a couple of days!"

Hermione chuckled rather evilly, " I had forgotten about the power of big, heavy books. You guys are going to get it sooner or later." She dropped The Lord of the Rings into the box; it hit the other books with a plump and shook their end of Griffindor Table.

"Yup," said Neville, who had been listening in on the conversation, "I have a feeling that you two are going to in the hospital wing a bit more than usual this year...."

And with that premonition, the new Hogwarts school year began.

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