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Last time:
"Professor Dumbledore, sir. I have to visitors here ter see you."
The figure sitting in a large leather chair turned around to show someone Frodo and Boromir had thought they would never see again.
Sitting in that big oversized chair was an old man. He had a long white beard, long enough to tuck into his belt. He wore long and flowing robes of white. His eyes were a blue shade, but there seemed to be something more to them, whether it was color or emotion, Boromir and Frodo could not tell. His eyes also had a twinkle in them, it seemed almost mischievous. The man's nose was crooked and long, however, it looked like it had seen better days. His long, boney fingertips were lightly touching and his mouth was faintly smiling.
"Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid was the first to speak. "I found these travelers wandering around the grounds. I thought they might be yer guests, but, uh, ahem," he lowered his voice to a whisper. "They don't know what muggles are. I'm pretty sure they aren't wizards, sir."
"I see. And what are these travelers' names?" Dumbledore asked. He looked upon Frodo and Boromir with eyes that almost expected a certain answer. Boromir and Frodo kept deathly still and didn't speak.
Hagrid looked embarrassed. "Ah, yes. How rude of me. This is Boromir of Gondor and Frodo Underhill." he said hastily. Dumbledore sat for a moment, as if pondering Hagrid's reply and letting it sink in. The headmaster looked up at the walls. Frodo chanced a glance up at the walls when he saw an astounding sight. Every single wall was covered with pictures and paintings of older men and women. But these were just like the paintings out in the hallway, so they all moved. These elders all seemed to be communicating with Dumbledore, although they were not speaking directly at him. It reminded Frodo of the council of Elrond. He was just a small hobbit and understood little of what they were speaking about.
Finally, Frodo got very impatient and shouted out, "Well, Gandalf? Are you finished yet?"
"Hold your tongue boy!" shouted out a painting. Dumbledore however silenced it (or him, Frodo couldn't tell which was appropriate) quickly.
"Did you just call me Gandalf?" Dumbledore asked with concern in his voice.
"Well of course he did!" Boromir cut in before Frodo opened his mouth. The Gondorian warrior was tired, hungry, and frustrated. He was still angry at Frodo from less than an hour ago. He was also a bit angry at Dumbledore as well, because he wouldn't look at him in the eyes. He continued, "I mean, look at you! You are Gandalf!" But before he could say anything else, it seemed to hit him that Boromir was talking to Gandalf. A look of terror passed across his face. "No...No, this, this cannot be! You fell into the mine of Moria! We were not supposed to see you again! You are dead!"
Hagrid looked amused. "Albus Dumbledore fall down a mine? I think not! I mean, he could get out of that fix in a jiffy!"
"Actually, Hagrid, he is right. I am Gandalf the White." Dumbledore stood up to display his full height. He seemed taller than any man, although, everyone in the room knew that he was medium height. "You see, my dear Hagrid, I am Gandalf, the very same one you read about in the red book. Are you all familiar with it?"
"You mean...?" Frodo had a look of awe on his face, now.
"Yes, the very same one Bilbo wrote in, except, now there are a few other authors that have added to the book."
"Like who?"
"You, Sam, and Sam's descendants."
"Me? And Sam? Are you joking?"
"No, I am not. It is all in the library. Although, I do not think is would be wise if you two looked in it just yet."
"What book are you talking about?" Boromir was very angry now. He felt like he was out of the loop and didn't know what was going on.
"Well, you see, there is a book that Frodo's uncle Bilbo wrote. It began as a story of Middle Earth, however when Frodo wrote in it, he tells everyone of the quest to destroy the ring." Dumbledore answered, choosing his words wisely as he went along.
"I wrote in it?" Frodo still couldn't grasp the fact that this was an entirely different time and he was supposedly long gone. "Are we successful? Do you come back and help us?"
Dumbledore looked sad. His voice dropped. "I am afraid I cannot tell you that. Although, I must ask, how did you get here?"
Boromir answered this question. "We were at Amon Hen, in the forest. It was only Frodo and me. We were speaking when something happened. It felt like, like some one's giant hand had grabbed my belt and pulled me from the ground. There was a jerk and then a lack of air. I guess that is when we switched times. Then we landed here"
Dumbledore sat there soaking in all Boromir had to say. Finally he spoke, "Alright. I am not sure how you two got here. I will need to search further into this matter. Unfortunately, we cannot spend much time together, catching up. This situation looks odd enough already. I will sort you two into the proper houses. Boromir, you will go first." He walked over to a shelf and brought down an old graying hat.
"What is it Dumbledore?" The opened a seam and began to talk.
"Gandalf," Frodo looked shocked. "Is that your hat?"
"Yes it is. I placed an enchantment on it when I got here." He placed the old hat on Boromir's head. After a few seconds of thought, the hat called out "Ravenclaw". "Alright then, Hagrid, call for Professor Flitwick. Ravenclaw is one of the schools houses. Boromir will be staying with Professor Flitwick and will be attending his classes."
Hagrid arrived shortly with a very short man, who Frodo assumed was Professor Flitwick. "What is it Dumbledore?" said Flitwick in a squeaky voice.
"Professor, this is Boromir. He will be staying with us for a while. He is to attend your classes and stay close to you, as he is new here." With a nod Flitwick and Boromir left the office.
"Now, Frodo, for your house." He placed the hat upon the little hobbit's head. After a moment, the hat declared "Gryffindor". Dumbledore looked satisfied. "Frodo, you will be staying with the most trusted students. Hagrid, send for Harry, Ron and Hermione." After Hagrid left Dumbledore continued. "Harry, Ron, and Hermione are very trustworthy. You will attend all classes with Harry. I must ask you not to draw attention to yourself by not participating in the classes. You are exempt from all assignments."
He was interrupted by three students entering the office.
The bushy haired girl spoke. "You asked for us, Professor?"
A/N: How did you guys like it? Not much of a cliffhanger. I suck at that kind of stuff. Thanks so much to v-babe24 (aka Lady Kazaana)! Um, not much else to say. Bye for now!