Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. I own a copy of the book, a
copy of each of the movies, and two little action figures. Same for Harry
Potter, minus the action figures.
A/N: Do people actually like this story? I'll just update it anyway in the hopes that someone will read and review. All flames will be directly transported through some mystical stuff into my story and used to light the Fellowship's campfires.
*******Tales of the Nine**************************************************
"It's a good thing we told the teachers, or who knows what they might've done!" Hermione voiced her thoughts aloud for the sake of her two friends, who nodded.
"Don't worry, Ron, I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will be able to get the arrow out of your arm," Harry said. Ron nodded and clenched his teeth. The three friends trooped as fast as they were able, while keeping Ron's pain to a minimum. Hermione eyed Ron in pity. "Why would they shoot at us?" she asked.
"I dunno, maybe because you two tried to stun them the minute we walked in there," Ron replied.
"You'd think that they'd understand why we did that, though. I mean, they just happened to be threatening us with weapons in the middle of the Forbidden Forest," Harry said.
"I repeat what I said before, nothing good has ever come out of us going into the forest," said Ron.
The three Hogwarts students trudged up the slope towards the magnificent old castle standing upon the hilltop. **********************************************************************
Cold. That was the first thing Pippin experienced upon being woken up. He didn't remember where he was. Was that forest some horrible nightmare? And that giant man that had attacked them! The very thought of it all sent shivers down Pippin's spine. Then, someone gently tapped his chest and said in a squeaky puzzled voice, "I guess the spell didn't work. Ennervate."
Pippin slowly looked out at several blurred faces that he didn't recognize. He opened his eyes all of the way to see a man even smaller than himself bending down in front of him. Pippin shrank away in fear; his eyes darted around the room to the stern features of several Men. "Aragorn!" he called in a quaking voice. "Boromir, Frodo, Sam, Merry, anyone!"
The small man who had woken Pippin stepped back at the request of a severe looking woman in rectangular spectacles. The woman had dark hair pulled into a knot at the back of her head, her dark eyes surveying him sternly; she wore robes like the other people in the room. She approached Pippin and said, "Who are you?" When Pippin didn't answer, she said more harshly, "Are you in league with You-Know-Who, then? You don't have the Dark Mark on your arm, but not all of his servants do."
"You-Know-Who? I've never heard of him! What have you done with my friends?!" Pippin said, his fear now tempered with anger.
"If you tell us who-," the woman looked Pippin over and rephrased her statement, "or rather what you are, and what you're doing here, then we'll tell you about your friends."
Pippin wondered if this woman really was working for the Enemy. When that thought raced through his mind, Pippin clamped his mouth shut and refused to speak.
The woman gave up after a while and turned to an eagle nosed man with shoulder-length stringy black hair. "It seems that the thing," the man sneered as he spoke the last word, "is unwilling to talk. Maybe the Headmaster could get it to speak, Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall looked at him sharply over her glasses. "He could, Professor Snape," she said coldly, "but I wanted to see if I could get him to talk myself, before bothering Dumbledore without needing to."
The stringy haired Professor Snape yanked Pippin roughly to his feet. He motioned for the hobbitish looking man and a small plump woman to follow him, and he led Pippin by the arm out of the dungeon and up to the most peculiar building Pippin had ever seen.
There were huge paintings and suits of armor all up the corridors he passed. The paintings situated on the stony walls seemed to talk as he moved. One suit of armor even turned its head to look at Pippin. Pippin figured there must be a small man in the armor. He passed several bewildered looking children who looked at him interestedly through the bodies of the adults that surrounded him. His hands were chained together, but he barely noticed as he looked at this odd place. Huge staircases, windows looking out on sunny grounds, all of these things and more passed Pippin as he ambled along, Snape still clutching tight to his wrist.
The troupe finally stopped at a pair of statues of two very peculiar looking creatures. Pippin thought they looked most interesting, with the bodies of large furry animals and the heads of eagles. The woman named McGonagall spoke to them. "Toothflossing Stringmint," she said. Pippin assumed that with all of the oddities he had already seen since he woke up, it was perfectly natural to talk nonsense to statues. The statues let the troupe pass through the doors they guarded into a massive round room filled with some of the most unbelievable things Pippin had yet seen.
He was marched passed the whirring, whistling things up to a desk where a venerable old man sat, surveying him intently from behind his half moon glasses. Pippin gawped at the man without even thinking about being polite. The long silver hair and beard, the shape of the face, in all of this the old man bore a particularly striking resemblance to Gandalf.
Pippin was shocked out of his reverie as Professor Snape began to speak with the old man. "Headmaster, this is one of the eight found in the forest this morning. We tried to speak to him but he doesn't want to talk. We suspect him and his associates of attacking students."
The Headmaster averted his gaze so that it rested upon Snape's sly, malevolent features.
"So I have heard," the Headmaster said knowingly.
"We were hoping you could get him to talk, Dumbledore. That way we can sort this whole thing out," McGonagall said.
Dumbledore nodded. "I believe the best thing to do would be to question them all at once," he said. "If you would be so kind, Minerva, please wake the others up and bring them here. Oh! Before I forget, if Mr. Weasley and Hagrid are feeling up to it, bring them down with Mr. Potter and Miss Granger."
Professor McGonagall nodded curtly and left the room. She was quickly followed by the hobbit-man and the plump woman, whom she addressed as Professors Flitwick and Sprout. The three of them quickly headed to several more dungeons, each with a man or woman posted outside on watch. She told each of the guards to lead their charges to Dumbledore's office before heading to the infirmary.
The first thing she saw upon entering was Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse tending to Hagrid, the wild bearded giant man. She was bandaging up his shoulder while Ron Weasley tested his arm and conversed in low tones with Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Two other beds were also occupied by a pair of the strangers from the forest, one by another of the small creatures, this one had semi-fair skin and dark hair, and the other by a strong, rough looking man who had taken some damage during the battle; both were still unconscious.
Professor McGonagall approached Madam Pomfrey, who had just finished bandaging Hagrid's shoulder; she was followed by Flitwick and Sprout.
"Can the children and Hagrid come to Dumbledore's office right now?" she asked.
Madam Pomfrey nodded. "Hagrid and Weasley were just lucky that they only had small wounds," she said, "They'll be fine."
"What about those two?" McGonagall asked, jerking her head in the direction of the two prone figures in the corner.
Madam Pomfrey said, "Except for a couple of nasty knocks, those two are also fine. I didn't want them waking up, though, in case they started making trouble." She sniffed disapprovingly.
McGonagall motioned for Harry, Ron, Hagrid and Hermione to follow her. They raised themselves and obliged. She also left instructions for Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick to wake up the strangers and bring them back to Dumbledore. ************************************************************************
Harry's head spun as he followed Professor McGonagall to Dumbledore's office. He had simply intended to visit Hagrid with Ron and Hermione today, and finish some of the homework that had plagued him since his return to school. Instead, he had been attacked by people who had possibly been Voldemort supporters, and was now going to find out about the strangers he'd met in the forest. Harry shook his head and followed Ron and Hermione.
"I still wonder where they came from and what they were doing in the forest," Hermione said to Ron. "And I don't think all of them are Voldemort's supporters," she said hastily as Ron opened his mouth to answer her, "I mean, four of them couldn't be any older than about nine. What if they were being held captive by the older ones?"
Harry and Ron exchanged exasperated looks, which infuriated Hermione. "I don't think so Hermione," Harry said. "Look at Malfoy. He may be our age, but I could've sworn he was Death Eater material the first time I laid eyes on him. He's a Voldemort supporter already!"
The group arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore's office and headed inside. *********************************************************************
As someone tapped his chest, Frodo's eyes snapped open. Where was he? He was lying on a bed, with a dull, throbbing pain radiating from every part of his body. He groaned and attempted to pull himself into a sitting position. He heard a whisper from his right, "Are you alright, Frodo." He turned to face Aragorn and nodded, and the Ranger looked at the rows of beds and the two other people in the room.
A very hobbitty-looking person squeaked from his left, "You're awake. Come with me." Frodo slid off of the bed as Flitwick took hold of the shackles across his wrists and led him out of the room, followed by Aragorn and Sprout.
Frodo took a good look at the man leading him. He could probably pass as a hobbit, except that he had no furry feet. He was also even smaller than Frodo! Frodo was not so awed by the sights of the castle he was in as Pippin had been, and he kept a wary eye on his captor, who kept one of the small twigs the children in the forest had used close to him.
Finally, the last group of prisoners and guards reached the office door.
A/N: Tee hee hee! I always thought it would be funny if Professor Flitwick met the hobbits! Please review if you liked the strory. Next chapter, the Fellowship really meets Harry Potter.
A/N: Do people actually like this story? I'll just update it anyway in the hopes that someone will read and review. All flames will be directly transported through some mystical stuff into my story and used to light the Fellowship's campfires.
*******Tales of the Nine**************************************************
"It's a good thing we told the teachers, or who knows what they might've done!" Hermione voiced her thoughts aloud for the sake of her two friends, who nodded.
"Don't worry, Ron, I'm sure Madam Pomfrey will be able to get the arrow out of your arm," Harry said. Ron nodded and clenched his teeth. The three friends trooped as fast as they were able, while keeping Ron's pain to a minimum. Hermione eyed Ron in pity. "Why would they shoot at us?" she asked.
"I dunno, maybe because you two tried to stun them the minute we walked in there," Ron replied.
"You'd think that they'd understand why we did that, though. I mean, they just happened to be threatening us with weapons in the middle of the Forbidden Forest," Harry said.
"I repeat what I said before, nothing good has ever come out of us going into the forest," said Ron.
The three Hogwarts students trudged up the slope towards the magnificent old castle standing upon the hilltop. **********************************************************************
Cold. That was the first thing Pippin experienced upon being woken up. He didn't remember where he was. Was that forest some horrible nightmare? And that giant man that had attacked them! The very thought of it all sent shivers down Pippin's spine. Then, someone gently tapped his chest and said in a squeaky puzzled voice, "I guess the spell didn't work. Ennervate."
Pippin slowly looked out at several blurred faces that he didn't recognize. He opened his eyes all of the way to see a man even smaller than himself bending down in front of him. Pippin shrank away in fear; his eyes darted around the room to the stern features of several Men. "Aragorn!" he called in a quaking voice. "Boromir, Frodo, Sam, Merry, anyone!"
The small man who had woken Pippin stepped back at the request of a severe looking woman in rectangular spectacles. The woman had dark hair pulled into a knot at the back of her head, her dark eyes surveying him sternly; she wore robes like the other people in the room. She approached Pippin and said, "Who are you?" When Pippin didn't answer, she said more harshly, "Are you in league with You-Know-Who, then? You don't have the Dark Mark on your arm, but not all of his servants do."
"You-Know-Who? I've never heard of him! What have you done with my friends?!" Pippin said, his fear now tempered with anger.
"If you tell us who-," the woman looked Pippin over and rephrased her statement, "or rather what you are, and what you're doing here, then we'll tell you about your friends."
Pippin wondered if this woman really was working for the Enemy. When that thought raced through his mind, Pippin clamped his mouth shut and refused to speak.
The woman gave up after a while and turned to an eagle nosed man with shoulder-length stringy black hair. "It seems that the thing," the man sneered as he spoke the last word, "is unwilling to talk. Maybe the Headmaster could get it to speak, Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall looked at him sharply over her glasses. "He could, Professor Snape," she said coldly, "but I wanted to see if I could get him to talk myself, before bothering Dumbledore without needing to."
The stringy haired Professor Snape yanked Pippin roughly to his feet. He motioned for the hobbitish looking man and a small plump woman to follow him, and he led Pippin by the arm out of the dungeon and up to the most peculiar building Pippin had ever seen.
There were huge paintings and suits of armor all up the corridors he passed. The paintings situated on the stony walls seemed to talk as he moved. One suit of armor even turned its head to look at Pippin. Pippin figured there must be a small man in the armor. He passed several bewildered looking children who looked at him interestedly through the bodies of the adults that surrounded him. His hands were chained together, but he barely noticed as he looked at this odd place. Huge staircases, windows looking out on sunny grounds, all of these things and more passed Pippin as he ambled along, Snape still clutching tight to his wrist.
The troupe finally stopped at a pair of statues of two very peculiar looking creatures. Pippin thought they looked most interesting, with the bodies of large furry animals and the heads of eagles. The woman named McGonagall spoke to them. "Toothflossing Stringmint," she said. Pippin assumed that with all of the oddities he had already seen since he woke up, it was perfectly natural to talk nonsense to statues. The statues let the troupe pass through the doors they guarded into a massive round room filled with some of the most unbelievable things Pippin had yet seen.
He was marched passed the whirring, whistling things up to a desk where a venerable old man sat, surveying him intently from behind his half moon glasses. Pippin gawped at the man without even thinking about being polite. The long silver hair and beard, the shape of the face, in all of this the old man bore a particularly striking resemblance to Gandalf.
Pippin was shocked out of his reverie as Professor Snape began to speak with the old man. "Headmaster, this is one of the eight found in the forest this morning. We tried to speak to him but he doesn't want to talk. We suspect him and his associates of attacking students."
The Headmaster averted his gaze so that it rested upon Snape's sly, malevolent features.
"So I have heard," the Headmaster said knowingly.
"We were hoping you could get him to talk, Dumbledore. That way we can sort this whole thing out," McGonagall said.
Dumbledore nodded. "I believe the best thing to do would be to question them all at once," he said. "If you would be so kind, Minerva, please wake the others up and bring them here. Oh! Before I forget, if Mr. Weasley and Hagrid are feeling up to it, bring them down with Mr. Potter and Miss Granger."
Professor McGonagall nodded curtly and left the room. She was quickly followed by the hobbit-man and the plump woman, whom she addressed as Professors Flitwick and Sprout. The three of them quickly headed to several more dungeons, each with a man or woman posted outside on watch. She told each of the guards to lead their charges to Dumbledore's office before heading to the infirmary.
The first thing she saw upon entering was Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse tending to Hagrid, the wild bearded giant man. She was bandaging up his shoulder while Ron Weasley tested his arm and conversed in low tones with Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. Two other beds were also occupied by a pair of the strangers from the forest, one by another of the small creatures, this one had semi-fair skin and dark hair, and the other by a strong, rough looking man who had taken some damage during the battle; both were still unconscious.
Professor McGonagall approached Madam Pomfrey, who had just finished bandaging Hagrid's shoulder; she was followed by Flitwick and Sprout.
"Can the children and Hagrid come to Dumbledore's office right now?" she asked.
Madam Pomfrey nodded. "Hagrid and Weasley were just lucky that they only had small wounds," she said, "They'll be fine."
"What about those two?" McGonagall asked, jerking her head in the direction of the two prone figures in the corner.
Madam Pomfrey said, "Except for a couple of nasty knocks, those two are also fine. I didn't want them waking up, though, in case they started making trouble." She sniffed disapprovingly.
McGonagall motioned for Harry, Ron, Hagrid and Hermione to follow her. They raised themselves and obliged. She also left instructions for Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick to wake up the strangers and bring them back to Dumbledore. ************************************************************************
Harry's head spun as he followed Professor McGonagall to Dumbledore's office. He had simply intended to visit Hagrid with Ron and Hermione today, and finish some of the homework that had plagued him since his return to school. Instead, he had been attacked by people who had possibly been Voldemort supporters, and was now going to find out about the strangers he'd met in the forest. Harry shook his head and followed Ron and Hermione.
"I still wonder where they came from and what they were doing in the forest," Hermione said to Ron. "And I don't think all of them are Voldemort's supporters," she said hastily as Ron opened his mouth to answer her, "I mean, four of them couldn't be any older than about nine. What if they were being held captive by the older ones?"
Harry and Ron exchanged exasperated looks, which infuriated Hermione. "I don't think so Hermione," Harry said. "Look at Malfoy. He may be our age, but I could've sworn he was Death Eater material the first time I laid eyes on him. He's a Voldemort supporter already!"
The group arrived at the entrance to Dumbledore's office and headed inside. *********************************************************************
As someone tapped his chest, Frodo's eyes snapped open. Where was he? He was lying on a bed, with a dull, throbbing pain radiating from every part of his body. He groaned and attempted to pull himself into a sitting position. He heard a whisper from his right, "Are you alright, Frodo." He turned to face Aragorn and nodded, and the Ranger looked at the rows of beds and the two other people in the room.
A very hobbitty-looking person squeaked from his left, "You're awake. Come with me." Frodo slid off of the bed as Flitwick took hold of the shackles across his wrists and led him out of the room, followed by Aragorn and Sprout.
Frodo took a good look at the man leading him. He could probably pass as a hobbit, except that he had no furry feet. He was also even smaller than Frodo! Frodo was not so awed by the sights of the castle he was in as Pippin had been, and he kept a wary eye on his captor, who kept one of the small twigs the children in the forest had used close to him.
Finally, the last group of prisoners and guards reached the office door.
A/N: Tee hee hee! I always thought it would be funny if Professor Flitwick met the hobbits! Please review if you liked the strory. Next chapter, the Fellowship really meets Harry Potter.