A/N: Hey there ho there. . . It is me again and I come with the 15th
chapter! Hooray. Anyways: just to tell you Nikki1, yes I did make that
Quidditch match up all by myself. Isn't that cool? =) I also regret to tell
you that the story is drawing to a close. NOT IN THIS CHAPTER, but possibly
in the next or the one after the next. . . So, read and enjoy! -After my
long search to own the characters, places, etc., it has become fruitless-
WILL I EVER OWN ANYTHING?! -No.
Chapter 15
That night after the Quidditch match, there was a huge celebration in the Gryffindor Common Room. Everyone was happy and talking excitedly as they dug in to some snacks that the twins had nicked from the kitchens.
Ron, however, was still a little disappointed about the blocks he didn't manage to accomplish during the match. That was cleared up, however, when Pippin accidentally tripped and flew across a table, landing painfully on the other side. Ron was howling with laughter.
"He's clumsier than me!" he proclaimed, holding the sides of his stomach as he continued to laugh.
Everyone laughed and cheered when Fred and George started juggling empty butterbeer bottles, which they probably got from Hogsmeade. (A/N: Marauder's Map? Secret passageways ring a bell?)
After the party, everyone was tired and ready to go to bed. Tomorrow was Saturday, so they could sleep in as late as they wanted. . . Frodo, however, had a hard time trying to fall asleep. So many thoughts were drifting in and out of his head as he lay in the four-poster bed, the moonlight pouring out of the window and spreading across the floor.
When he finally did feel sleep take hold of him, he wondered briefly when the portal that Dumbledore had told them about could be summoned. Perhaps, thought Frodo as he drifted off, we can stay here together and never go back.
The next morning, the hobbits woke up earlier than they intended to. When they had finally woken up, (Pippin needed to be shaken by Merry), they got dressed and made their way to the Common Room.
But the Common Room was empty. Not one student was down there. They were probably still asleep, wanting to sleep in from that party that lasted until past midnight. But the hobbits, for some reason, found it strange.
When they decided to go sit and wait for the others, the portrait door opened. They froze in their procession to the comfy armchairs as Professor McGonagall walked into the Common Room. She spotted them immediately.
"You four are to report to Professor Dumbledore's office in one hour," she told them. They nodded as she in turn inclined her head and made her way out of the Common Room as quickly as she had entered.
"Well. . . What d'you suppose he wants?" Pippin asked them. Merry smacked the back of his friend's head with his hand.
"What do you think? He probably has that portal what-cha-ma-call-it all ready for us," Merry told his companion.
"I'm eager to get back to our own world," said Sam. Merry and Pippin nodded, but Frodo just remained silent, staring at the ground. Nobody noticed his odd behavior.
They sat there, absorbed in their own thoughts, until they decided it was time to head to Dumbledore's office. They walked down the corridors, not saying anything, until they eventually came upon the stone Gargoyle.
"Now, what was the password. . .?" Merry murmured, but then the stone Gargoyle suddenly leapt aside, even though they did not say the password.
The reason for this was that Dumbledore himself was making his way towards them from the spiral staircase.
"Good morning, my dear hobbits," he said cheerfully as he beckoned them onto the stair. "We can wait until we're in my office to discuss our business," he told them quietly as the stair slowly made its way upwards again.
Once they had passed through the door with the Griffin-shaped knocker, the hobbits assembled themselves in front of Dumbledore's desk as he sat down in the high-backed chair. He looked at them from his half-moon spectacles and smiled.
"Well, I do believe that all of you have made yourself quite busy here," he said as his blue eyes twinkled. "And you have made new friends, of course."
They nodded. "Well, then, it may disappoint you to hear that I have successfully summoned another portal to take you back to Middle-Earth and to get on with your quest."
Frodo was about to ask him, since he didn't get a chance the first night, how he knew about the quest, when Dumbledore raised his hand to him.
"There will be no need to ask questions; all that is important is that you four go back to your own time. It is necessary that all of you, especially you, Frodo, go back. Understand?" They nodded once again. Frodo looked down at the floor. He did not want to tell Dumbledore now that he wanted to stay. Whenever he looked at him, he felt guilty for some reason.
"Alright then. I have made it so that the portal is set up in the Forbidden Forest, so that no one can observe what we're doing. I know that you wanted to say good-bye to your friends, but the portal only lasts for a certain amount of time before it's gone. Before you go through, though, I will have to make sure that you are back to your original appearance."
At this the hobbits sighed. Why couldn't they stay tall? It would be much easier for them while on the quest. . . But Dumbledore merely chuckled.
"So, you are ready? Good. Let us go, then." He lifted himself from the chair and the hobbits followed him to the door. When he opened it, however, three flesh-colored strings lay on the ground. Dumbledore bent down and picked them up, as the hobbits looked curiously at one another. Dumbledore, though, did not say a word as he went to the stair, collecting more amounts of the string as he did so.
Once down to where the stone Gargoyle was, they found where the strings ended. All three of them, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, were standing there, holding what appeared to be the end of the strings close to their ears. When they saw Dumbledore, they yelped and pulled the strings away. Dumbledore, instead of being angry, chuckled.
"Fred and George Weasleys' Extendable Ears, am I correct?" he asked the trio. They nodded as they looked sheepishly at the floor.
"Well, come on then," he continued as he handed the strings, with a small ear-like piece at the end the hobbits now saw, over to them. "If you want to say good-bye as well, then we must be quick. Follow me, you lot." And with that, he started to stroll down the corridor, the hobbits and the three students very confused following.
A/N: Sorry that this chapter is kind of short, but. . . you know how it is. Building up drama- maybe- Anyways, the next chapter is going to be really awesome, trust me, so if you want to read it- then you MUST send Reviews! I'm very grateful for the one's I have already gotten, too. And for those of you who are just reading the story but not sending Reviews, I want your opinion on this story too! You just have to type a little something and hit 'send review.' It's that simple, mate! Anyways, thanks again. (And remember, I need more Reviews to give me the inspiration to write the next chapter!)
Chapter 15
That night after the Quidditch match, there was a huge celebration in the Gryffindor Common Room. Everyone was happy and talking excitedly as they dug in to some snacks that the twins had nicked from the kitchens.
Ron, however, was still a little disappointed about the blocks he didn't manage to accomplish during the match. That was cleared up, however, when Pippin accidentally tripped and flew across a table, landing painfully on the other side. Ron was howling with laughter.
"He's clumsier than me!" he proclaimed, holding the sides of his stomach as he continued to laugh.
Everyone laughed and cheered when Fred and George started juggling empty butterbeer bottles, which they probably got from Hogsmeade. (A/N: Marauder's Map? Secret passageways ring a bell?)
After the party, everyone was tired and ready to go to bed. Tomorrow was Saturday, so they could sleep in as late as they wanted. . . Frodo, however, had a hard time trying to fall asleep. So many thoughts were drifting in and out of his head as he lay in the four-poster bed, the moonlight pouring out of the window and spreading across the floor.
When he finally did feel sleep take hold of him, he wondered briefly when the portal that Dumbledore had told them about could be summoned. Perhaps, thought Frodo as he drifted off, we can stay here together and never go back.
The next morning, the hobbits woke up earlier than they intended to. When they had finally woken up, (Pippin needed to be shaken by Merry), they got dressed and made their way to the Common Room.
But the Common Room was empty. Not one student was down there. They were probably still asleep, wanting to sleep in from that party that lasted until past midnight. But the hobbits, for some reason, found it strange.
When they decided to go sit and wait for the others, the portrait door opened. They froze in their procession to the comfy armchairs as Professor McGonagall walked into the Common Room. She spotted them immediately.
"You four are to report to Professor Dumbledore's office in one hour," she told them. They nodded as she in turn inclined her head and made her way out of the Common Room as quickly as she had entered.
"Well. . . What d'you suppose he wants?" Pippin asked them. Merry smacked the back of his friend's head with his hand.
"What do you think? He probably has that portal what-cha-ma-call-it all ready for us," Merry told his companion.
"I'm eager to get back to our own world," said Sam. Merry and Pippin nodded, but Frodo just remained silent, staring at the ground. Nobody noticed his odd behavior.
They sat there, absorbed in their own thoughts, until they decided it was time to head to Dumbledore's office. They walked down the corridors, not saying anything, until they eventually came upon the stone Gargoyle.
"Now, what was the password. . .?" Merry murmured, but then the stone Gargoyle suddenly leapt aside, even though they did not say the password.
The reason for this was that Dumbledore himself was making his way towards them from the spiral staircase.
"Good morning, my dear hobbits," he said cheerfully as he beckoned them onto the stair. "We can wait until we're in my office to discuss our business," he told them quietly as the stair slowly made its way upwards again.
Once they had passed through the door with the Griffin-shaped knocker, the hobbits assembled themselves in front of Dumbledore's desk as he sat down in the high-backed chair. He looked at them from his half-moon spectacles and smiled.
"Well, I do believe that all of you have made yourself quite busy here," he said as his blue eyes twinkled. "And you have made new friends, of course."
They nodded. "Well, then, it may disappoint you to hear that I have successfully summoned another portal to take you back to Middle-Earth and to get on with your quest."
Frodo was about to ask him, since he didn't get a chance the first night, how he knew about the quest, when Dumbledore raised his hand to him.
"There will be no need to ask questions; all that is important is that you four go back to your own time. It is necessary that all of you, especially you, Frodo, go back. Understand?" They nodded once again. Frodo looked down at the floor. He did not want to tell Dumbledore now that he wanted to stay. Whenever he looked at him, he felt guilty for some reason.
"Alright then. I have made it so that the portal is set up in the Forbidden Forest, so that no one can observe what we're doing. I know that you wanted to say good-bye to your friends, but the portal only lasts for a certain amount of time before it's gone. Before you go through, though, I will have to make sure that you are back to your original appearance."
At this the hobbits sighed. Why couldn't they stay tall? It would be much easier for them while on the quest. . . But Dumbledore merely chuckled.
"So, you are ready? Good. Let us go, then." He lifted himself from the chair and the hobbits followed him to the door. When he opened it, however, three flesh-colored strings lay on the ground. Dumbledore bent down and picked them up, as the hobbits looked curiously at one another. Dumbledore, though, did not say a word as he went to the stair, collecting more amounts of the string as he did so.
Once down to where the stone Gargoyle was, they found where the strings ended. All three of them, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, were standing there, holding what appeared to be the end of the strings close to their ears. When they saw Dumbledore, they yelped and pulled the strings away. Dumbledore, instead of being angry, chuckled.
"Fred and George Weasleys' Extendable Ears, am I correct?" he asked the trio. They nodded as they looked sheepishly at the floor.
"Well, come on then," he continued as he handed the strings, with a small ear-like piece at the end the hobbits now saw, over to them. "If you want to say good-bye as well, then we must be quick. Follow me, you lot." And with that, he started to stroll down the corridor, the hobbits and the three students very confused following.
A/N: Sorry that this chapter is kind of short, but. . . you know how it is. Building up drama- maybe- Anyways, the next chapter is going to be really awesome, trust me, so if you want to read it- then you MUST send Reviews! I'm very grateful for the one's I have already gotten, too. And for those of you who are just reading the story but not sending Reviews, I want your opinion on this story too! You just have to type a little something and hit 'send review.' It's that simple, mate! Anyways, thanks again. (And remember, I need more Reviews to give me the inspiration to write the next chapter!)