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Apologies!!!!! I know it has been forever since I updated anything, but with school starting and all ... its like all my teachers expect me to do work! As an apology I doubled the size of this chapter, no longer a puny three pages of typing!!! How you may ask? Why by fitting in typing time at 2 in the morning of course!
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CHAPTER THREE
Ron snored softly beside the common room fire, curled up on one of the many couches, looking like a very rumpled cat.
Harry stretched, suppressing a yawn, glaring at his friend, could this be the same guy who had forced them to take the library books away, three armloads each, Harry wasn't even through one.
Hermoine neatly tossed a book to the side, picking up another; she had made it through almost all of her books and was eyeing Ron's pile.
'Just take some if you want.' He said touchily, glancing at his own seemingly endless pile in front of him.
She took up 12 books in his pile, settling them beside the three she had left, immediately snatching another up, her eyes scanning it over. She finished the book in its entirety in under fifteen minutes... it was over thirteen hundred pages long.
Harry stared.
'Hermoine...how do you do that?' He queried, staring at the cover of the next book she had picked up, A Guide To Other Worldly Portals Vl. 22. Written by Exodus Whorl... Of course.
She shrugged, wrapped up in her reading.
He stretched carefully. ''Moine, what time is it?'
'11:46, why?' She mumbled, halfway through the next book, Merlin he scared her sometimes.
'WHAT!?!' He squawked, jumping up and shaking Ron furiously.
'Hhh-? Spin hoektand!' He mumbled, sitting up blearily. 'Oh, Harry! What?'
Harry swatted him. 'It is 11:46-'
'11:47.' Hermoine cut in.
'11:47.' He repeated.
'What's your point?' Ron mumbled, stretching.
'Those hobbits and people, we have to meet them in thirteen min-'
'Twelve minutes.' Hermoine cut in again.
'Twelve minutes.' He finished, this got Ron up and hopping.
'Grab the cloak, grab the map, come on!' He clung dangerously tight to the book in his hands, dashing up into the boys' dormitory, in less than a minute coming back down, the silvery cloak draping over one arm, the map held tightly in his fist, very quickly a fistful of both Harry and Hermoine's robes joined it.
'Hurry up!' He growled, dragging them off.
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'Saaaaaaaaaaam.' Pippin whined, yawning. 'Why do we have to wait up for these mystery kids? It must be after midnight by now!' He scratched his head, letting loose another long yawn.
Legolas was snuggled down, between Aragorn and Gimli, Gimli, looking decidedly uncomfortable, frowned down at him continually... as he hugged the Aanbiddelijk to his chest.
'Hmph, elves...' Boromir, Sam, Merry, And Pippin rolled their eyes, Merry gave Pippin a slight poke.
Pippin jumped, turning to Merry, who quickly muttered something to him, Pippin grinned darkly.
'You know Gimli, I have never known you to be so rude to your friends.' Chirped Pippin, this of course, being a complete and utter lie.
Gimli stared blankly at them. 'Pardon?'
'Oh yes,' Started Merry. 'You two are the closest of friends, after our travels, you two went off on your own, visited some caves, and the forest.' Both Gimli and Legolas started at this.
'What?!?' They said in unison. Legolas started giggling.
'Don't be silly, I wouldn't ever visit big, scary, dark, yicky, cold caves!' Gimli grunted his agreement, though he looked a little cross at the tiny elf s description.
Boromir looked curiously at them. 'Did you? Well, that confirms a lot of questions.' He took out a small scrap of parchment, jotting something down on it. 'And I have just won one of the largest bets in all of Gondor...and Rivendell.'
No one seemed to really get what he meant.
There was a sudden pounding at the door, Frodo hopped up, answering it.
'Hel-' No one was there, a light breeze blew through the halls. 'Umm, is it normal for no one to be at a knocking door?' Asked Frodo turning back.
'Yes, but that's only if Peeves is in a good mood, otherwise you would be sopping wet-' A mystery female voice suddenly came through the room.
'Or get beamed in the head with something-' Came a second, male voice,
'Or both.' A third, another male.
Legolas plucked up the toy bow off his back, Boromir and Aragorn took out swords, Gimli tugged off his axe, Olorin did nothing, and the hobbits froze.
Suddenly three heads appeared in the air, a red head, frizzy brown, and jet black.
'Ack!' Sam cried 'Where'd your bodies go?' He took quick steps towards them, shaking off Frodo's restraining arm.
A freckled hand joined the heads, as Ron pulled off the cloak. Oh relax guys, sorry we're late.' The latter comment pointed at Sam.
'S'alright, not like we had much to do, what is all that in your hands?' Ron held Harry's cloak, which he quickly handed back, the book he had been reading, and the Marauder's Map. Ron handed him the map.
'See the names?' Sam looked over it slowly.
'So this is how you know where we were.' He muttered, looking over all the names, handing it back after a moment.
'These are the kids?' Frodo took a step forward, Sam nodded.
'Creepiest eyes...' Muttered Harry to Hermoine, who swatted at him, grinning. 'What?'
'Nothing,' she muttered back. 'Just, they made these movies for Lord of the Rings, and everyone made fun of the actor who played Frodo, I just couldn't stand those eyes either.' They grinned at each other, the looks quickly wiped clean by an indignant noise from Frodo.
'Sorry.' They said in unison.
'So, why are we here?' All eyes were on the trio, Ron was bumped forward.
'But you guys started all this! I just...er made a little error.'
'Barging into the room we were in, blaring on about that book, making me mess up and accidentally call them here!' He and Hermoine glared daggers at each other. Harry took a very tactical step to one side and forward, watching the pair.
Sometimes, they scare me....He thought to himself.
'So, er, you, since you aren't having some sort of staring contest would you be so kind?' Harry looked down at Merry, a truly blank look on his face.
'Oh, uh, sure, let me see. Hermoine and I were in this secluded room doing a spell, with a lot of tweaks to change what it can do, we wanted to see what we would look like when we were all 40. Ron came in at a crucial moment, talking about you nine, she accidentally read the wrong word, mentioned what he just said, and, voila, you guys popped up in Dumbledore's office.'
The Fellowship stared.
'Uh, spells? Like the lights and stuff that Gandalf made come out of his staff?' Asked Frodo, staring with new found interest at all three of them.
'Yeah, I guess, unless he used a light bulb.' It was lost on them all, Hermoine being to intent on trying to kill Ron with her stare to notice.
'Right... So, you all just made a mess of some spell? That's it?' Harry nodded.
'You foolish children.' Frodo muttered, shaking his head. Harry really didn't like this guy-er-hobbit...thing.
A yelp suddenly echoed through the room, it came from Ron. Did Herm' really...?His thoughts were cut off by the sight he took in, Ron hopping up and down, clutching his backside, Hermoine falling into a fit of giggles. It was then he also noticed the fact that Legolas' bow held no arrow.
He snickered, as he saw it sticking out of poor Ron.
'OOW!' Squawked Ron, as he tugged it out, a string of curse words leaving his mouth, Harry never realised until then just how many there were.
'Sounds like some sort of orcish.' Murmured Boromir, frowning.
'What in Merlin's name is orcish?' Harry asked, mentally kicking himself for his deprivation of fine literature when he was younger.
'Bad guy talk in the book.' Ron mumbled, still gingerly rubbing the spot.
Harry stared.
''Kay...' The hobbits, except, of course, for Frodo shuddered.
'Awful things, they are, can't stand 'em.' Muttered Sam to himself, Merry and Pippin nodded in agreement.
'Sam, it seems to me you having been listening to Bilbo's old stories a bit too much.' Frodo chuckled, it was silenced by three pairs of eyes staring hard at him.
'I'm afraid not sir.' He murmerred, Boromir patted his arm.
'Er, so, you brought us here with a spell?' Aragorn quickly said, effectively changing the subject.
'Oh yeah, how long after our 40th birthday were you aiming for again Herm'?'
'Five days after our birthdays.' The three hobbits looked at Boromir, frowning.
'Boromir, you had your birthday while we were traveling? Why didn't you say something? We could have dished out an extra piece of lembas or something.' Sam said, working to keep his face straight, Merry and Pippin were giggling behind their hands, even Boromir chuckled.
'Ah yes, some more lovely lembas, such a rare treat to us travelers.' Sam's face was slowly turning red as he tried not to laugh, Frodo was utterly confused.
Hermoine plopped a bag on the floor suddenly, with a loud bang. Everyone jumped.
'Sorry.' She muttered, rummaging through it, pulling out a small armload of books after a moment. 'Here you go, we should all get cracking.'
With that she plopped down on a large well padded chair in one corner and began to read.
Legolas stared curiously at her, before timidly walked over to the bag, tugging out a book, plopping down at her side.
He too, began to read.
'Looks like Hermoine just made another little follower.' Harry whispered, elbowing Ron lightly, a snicker escaping his lips.
Ron grunted, ignoring him completely.
He took his book and sat down as far from the both of them as the room would allow, Harry still smiling after him,
before he too, took a book, sitting down in another chair.
'Well, aren't you going to take a look? The more eyes to look, the less time it takes.' Hermoine said suddenly, staring closely at the eight who still had yet to pick up a book.
Aragorn moved first.
Picking up two handfuls of books, he handed them out to the others, before opening his own, the 23rd volume in Ms. Whorls line.
How many are in this line? Aragorn wondered Idly, flipping through it, he paused.
'Umm, I was wondering, what, specifically are we looking for?'
Hermoine gave him a hard stare before answering.
'I don't quite know-' Ron and Harry stared speechlessly at her.
'Something,' she continued, 'on how accidental portals are created, and how to fix the problem, or if this sort of problem is completely irreversible.' She started to read again.
'I-irreversible?' Murmured Pippin, looking quite a few shades paler than only a moment before.
Hermoine nodded.
'Yes, you heard me, we can only hope it is, but such old books as the ones we used don't come with a lot of extra bits, nothing to help you if something goes wrong, quite frustrating at times.' Harry snickered, meowing softly.
Hermoine unconsciously ran through a mental list of all the lethal combinations of spells she knew, her wand hand twitching slightly.
'You are just hilarious Harry.' She hissed, hiding behind her book, the pages she gripped looked a little more torn than before.
They were silent, looking through their books for a good three hours, only paused by someone checking with Hermoine to see if this or that bit of information might be helpful.
'How about you write down whatever passage you are looking at, and I can check it over later?' She said in a calm, controlled voice after Pippin had asked her for the fourteenth time.
Silence, for one solid hour, not even a sneeze or yawn disrupting it.
There was a cough, finally, at the end of that hour, all ignored it, thinking it to be one of the others.
It came again.
'Is the air here bothering one of you?' Hermoine asked kindly, the air here was probably a lot worse, full of far more pollution than their where they came from, to could make them feel quite sick for all they knew.
They all shook their heads.
'No Miss Granger, that would be me, and not to worry, it is purely due to age.' A voice sounded behind them ... a voice that belonged to...
'Its Gandalf's brother.' Whispered Legolas, peeking at Dumbledore over Hermoine's arm.
He chuckled.
'Not quite Legolas my boy,' He paused, looking pointedly at Harry, Ron, and Hermoine.
'Why am I not surprised that you three are involved?' He chuckled again, the trio looking at the ground, the walls, anywhere but him.
'Professor...what are you doing here?' Harry finally asked, looking just to the left of his eyes.
'Simply, you tripped about seven or eight of my surveillance spells just walking down here, stopping at this particular door set off another twenty, you get the idea.' Oh boy, did they.
'Um...Professor, why did it take you so long to get down here? I mean, those sorts of spells have instantaneous warning, don't they?' Surprisingly, Ron questioned.
'Mum's been really paranoid about all of us for a few years now,' No one needed to ask why, certain people didn't know there was a reason to ask why. 'And I have run into them...a lot.'
Dumbledore came and sat down on one of the few couches, beside the hobbits, all of whom nervously smiled at him.
'And to answer you question, I could see who had entered the room, and I knew you three would never even bother trying to hurt them, so I took my time, took the long way, chatted to a few pictures, I must take nightly strolls more often, so many faces I had forgotten as time had passed, so many paintings you only see at night.' He smiled wistfully, unwrapping a lemon candy he had just conjured up in a bowl, along with many others, sitting in the middle of the table.
'Um... sir, are we, I mean, will we be expelled for this?' Hermoine asked timidly, Ron and Harry both leaned in, waiting for his answer.
'For what, Miss Granger, for practising a spell? For making a mistake? If we were to expel for every mistake ever made in a spell, or potion,' He stared pointedly at Hermoine, who frowned at the ground. 'we would have absolutely no students! Heavens, even I would be in that boat.' He smiled again, he always seemed to be laughing or smiling, it was wonderfully annoying really.
Now, what exactly did you three do?' So, once again, the three were telling what had occurred, Dumbledore listening without a word.
'Well, a lesson is most definitely learned here, don't barge into rooms, tiptoe in, and find out what is going on before making your presence known. I was taught that by one of my professors many, many years ago.' He sighed. 'That rabbits ears were just never the same.'
'...' was the general thought spoken on this.
'Uh, okay, sir.' Ron carefully said, lost on what else to say.
Dumbledore suddenly moved, walking towards Hermoine's open pack.
He picked up a book and sat down.
'So, I take it we are looking up on how to send them back?'
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TBC
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