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Author's Note: Ok, first week of school is finally almost over I like to thank my reviewers you were all very kind! And now the second chapter of my fanfic shall begin. K I'll shut up now cuz I am pretty sure the majority of you people don't even read the author's note. Seriously!

Ch. 2 Explanations

Harry coughed and he fixed his glasses and set them on his nose. They had been dangling from one ear. The old man with the gray beard reminded him strongly of Merlin from Disney's The Sword and the Stone. Harry tried to get up but then realized he couldn't. There was something heavy on top of him. He heard groans above him.

"What the heck happened?" groaned a voice.

Harry froze. Uh-oh. He quickly scrambled out from under the pile and looked down to see what he had dreaded to see. Lying one on top of the other was Ron, Hermione, and to his great sorrow, Malfoy.

"What are you guys doing here?" asked Harry helping Hermione up.

"Huh?" asked Ron getting to his feet then he stopped dead. He had just realized where he was.

"Who are you and how did you get inside my fireplace?" asked the little old man with pointy ears.

"My name is Harry Potter, I am a student of Albus Dumbledore from Great Britain. I am here to see his cousin,Saruman." said Harry trying to hold Hermione steady. She looked like she was going to faint.

"Saruman?" asked the Merlin-look-alike. "Saruman the White, the head of the wizard's council?"

"I guess how many Sarumans can there be?" asked Harry.

"Blimey! Look at him he is practically the size of my house elf!" exclaimed Malfoy pointing at the little old man.

"I beg your pardon? Me the size of an elf? Outrageous!" said the little man.

"I am a hobbit, thank you very much!"

"A habit?" asked Ron looking confused.

"No, a hobbit! Here do you want me to spell it out for you?" asked the little man furiously.

Harry was about to ask where they were when suddenly Hermione began to stammer.

"Hermione are you ok?" asked Harry.

She stammered some more till………THUMP!

"She fainted quick someone get some water!" said Ron.

Malfoy looked down at Hermione and meerly shook his head. The Merlin-look-alike told the little man to do just that. The little man hobbled away grumbling to himself. Harry couldn't catch some of the words, he only heard the words "habit" and "elf". The Merlin-look-alike bent over Hermione examining her.

"She'll be fine. Now I think Harry Potter that you and I have to have a little talk." said the Merlin-look-alike.

"Alright", answered Harry.

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An hour later of explaining and giving names, and about five tea cups ………

"So, you see Gandalf, the reason I came to Middle-Earth was for me to stay safe from this guy Sirius Black. Ron,Hermione, and Malfoy weren't suppose to have come. By the way, how exactly did you guys come here?" asked Harry.

"I am really not sure, I think that when Peeves came flying through the wall and scared Professor Snape all the Floo Powder fell on us and then somehow we were transported here with you." answered Hermione. She had recovered from her little faint.

"Yes, but Floo Powder never works that way, I wonder why it did this time?" said Ron who was chewing on a piece of bread.

"Well, what I think is that you all arriving here was no accident", said Gandalf with his pipe in his mouth.

"What do you mean not an accident!? Of course it had to have been an accident I mean I was sent here by mistake with my worse enemy, Potter here!" exclaimed Malfoy standing up.

"Calm down, Malfoy it's not like it's the end of the world!" exclaimed Hermione rolling her eyes.

Malfoy stuck out his tongue at her and gave her a dirty look. Hermione ignored him and turned to look over at the elderly hobbit that was bustling around the kitchen.

"Bilbo, do you need help with something?" she asked.

"No, not at all, thank you for the offer though, Miss Granger" said Bilbo looking irritated.

Harry and Ron were both sitting down at one end of the table with Gandalf and Hermione sitting opposite them. Malfoy was looking out the window. He was not a happy camper. He turned from the window and looked at Harry.

"Well, Potter you got me into this mess and you will have to get me out of it, he said looking down at Harry.

"It's not my fault that you so happened to be transported to Middle-Earth with me!" exclaimed Harry.

"Stop it both of you," said Hermione, "it's no one's fault it was an accident my guess is that when the Floo Powder was dropped it landed on all of us as well as in the fireplace. Then when Harry yelled Middle-Earth we were all transported with him cuz we too had Floo Powder."

" That makes sense, but why didn't any of the professors get sucked in with us?" asked Ron chewing on some more bread.

" I don't know what this Flue Powder is, but I do know that I can take you to Saruman, myself." said Gandalf looking from one worried face to the other.

"Really? Thank you so much!" exclaimed Harry happily.

"But what about us we aren't suppose to be here!" exclaimed Malfoy waving his arms in the air.

" Don't worry I am sure, Saruman will figure a way to take you back to wherever you came from", answered Gandalf.

"How soon can we leave?" asked Hermione.

"Well by the day after tomorrow I would say. Did I mention that tonight is the celebration of Bilbo's 111th birthday?" said Gandalf looking at Bilbo with a wide grin on his face.

Bilbo smiled and nodded. "Yes it is."

"Wow, 111? You sure look good for your age!" exclaimed Ron.

"Can we come to the party?" asked Harry excited about seeing the rest of the Shire.

"Of course you can and you will be able to meet my nephew, Frodo", answered Bilbo.

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