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The journey remained in a thick uneasy silence. However Draco very slowly began to grow bored of the silence and grew bored of the peaceful scenery as well. So she decided to ask some questions, just so she could try and understand this new world better. "So...what kind of creatures live in this world exactly?" She asked almost hesistantly all the while dreading the answer she would receive. Gandalf gave a small smile at her question.

"There are many creatures...like elves, ghosts, drawves, humans, hobbits, some wizards, necromancers, dragons, trolls, gobblins, wargs, orcs, giant spiders and many more. Why do you ask?" He asked her out of curiousity.

"Just curious and it's a way of making conversation." Draco said softly. I'm starting to think I should have wished to be in Harry Potter or something that I'm more familiar with. Than again...maybe this was for the best...Maybe. Draco thought silently to herself.

"I see...you're bored." He stated in amusement.

"No...well...maybe just a little bit bored." She grumbled bitterly. "Since I'm currently stuck here in this strange world, I might as well figure out what I'm up against so I can at least survive it." she said softly.

"To be honest with you Draco, you most likely wont survive very long here in this world." Gandalf answered. She stared at him with wide eyes of surprise.

"Wow...that was a rather blunt and nice way of saying, your officially fucked." She said bluntly as she stared at him.

"Language." Gandalf said frowning at her. "Didn't your parents teach you better mannors?" he asked.

"Oh they did, I'm just still rather pissed off with my current situation and making it well known. I never claimed to be nice." She said calmly. "Also thanks for not sugar coating the truth from me."

"Your welcome...I think." Gandalf said looking at her as though she grew a second head or something. "I need to ask you, what was the last thing you saw and heard before you woke here."

"I thought I exsplained all this before." Draco said sighing as she felt a small headache forming.

"You are leaving important details out. All you told me, was that you made a silly wish on a birthday candle before blowing it out, and than waking up in the middle of the road where I found you. Besids the obvious fact that you have been turned into a child again." Gandalf said.

"Look, I don't know what I saw exactly. However I'm almost positive that I saw a ghost of a dragon. I also believe it talked to me before it lundged at me which caused me to loose consciousness. I really don't know what I saw, It could have been a figment of my imagination for all I know." Draco said in frustration as she ran a hand through her hair.

"What did the ghostly image say?" Gandalf asked her in a serious tone.

Draco stared at him. "I believe it said, 'Draco...enjoy a second chance...Just remember this is what you wished for.' I don't even know if the ghostly image I saw was the person that was even speaking, or if I just imaged the whole bloody thing!" Draco said as she unconsciously did the perfect voice impression of Smaug only when she spoke the words that she believed came from the ghostly image that she had seen. Gandalf's eyes widen in alarm and nearly jumped when he heard the familiar voice that was not her own escaping her lips.

He stared at her for a long time. His exspression was as though he seen a ghost or something. Draco looked at Gandalf with confusion. It was clearly seen on her face. Why had Gandalf reacted like that, let alone why was he now starring at with such eyes of alarm. "I really hate to ask this, but why are you starring at me like I grew a second or something? Let alone as to why you suddenly jumped as though I ripped off my entire face off or something equally disturbing?" She asked slowly.

"It is nothing." He said quickly as he looked away from her.

"It had to be something to get a reaction like the one you just gave me. So out with it." Draco pointed out bitterly.

"It's nothing to concern yourself with, yet." He said slowly with a troubled exspression on his face.

"Yet?! So there is something I should be concerned about?" Draco demanded with narrowed eyes.

"I just ask you, to never use the voice again." Gandalf said as he refused to answer her questions.

"Why does it unnerve you?" She asked using the same voice impression she did from early.

"Draco, I mean it...stop." Gandalf said in warning. He was hiding something from her. Something that was making Draco suspicious of him. However she would let it slide for now at least.

"Fine, I'll stop...only if you change me back to normal." She said firmly.

"I can't do anything about your situation yet, Draco. However I will tell you this now, you have a better chance of surving this world with people who know this world far greater than you do, learn from them and do not wonder far from them, let alone leave their sight. Do not stray from the path of light or even continue down the dark lonely road you have chosen for yourself or else you will fall into darkness. Lastly you should try being a little more open towards people, or else you'll never make friends that way." Gandalf said in a very serious tone.

Friends...huh? Draco thought to herself sadly as she remembered all the friends she had lossed over the years to death. It made her stomache turn just thinking about it, let alone hearng the word Friend. Oh how she felt like vomiting when ever she heard that deaded word. However she was troubled with how Gandalf was acting now. Maybe she shouldn't have told him about the ghostly image she had seen.

"Also what I was saying earlier...you will need to start wearing clothes that will help you blend better into this world." He said calmly.

"Fine...but it better not be a dress or a skirt. Also it better not be the color pink!" She added.

"Very well..." Gandalf said as their journey fell back into thick uneasy silence between them once more. After a few more hours they were finally near the Shire. Draco stared as a few hobbit children ran over as they happily greeted Gandalf. Gandalf said nothing as Draco gave him a confused glance at how silent he was as they continued pass the kids making thieir smiles drop. Gandalf than smiled ever so slightly, just as a few small fireworks went off which startled Draco since she never even saw him set them off. The children smiled almost insteantly as they laughed and cheer happily again. "You have fogotten that I'm a wizard, Draco." he said smirking at Draco's reaction.

"Slight of hand trickery, magic is not real. I keep telling you this, old man." Draco growled at him. Gandalf only shook his head at her.

"Draco, you have much to learn about this world. However I assure you magic is very real. Both good and evil. Other wise you would not have been deaged to that of a five year old child or even pulled away from your own world." He said nothing more as they headed to their destination. She hated to admite it but he did have a point in a weird way. Magic was the only logical exsplaination as to what was happening to her. The other conclusion was that she was dead and been sent to one very strange afterlife or it was hell for whatever she did in past life or something.

"You just had to bring that up didn't you?" She hissed out bitterly to him.

"Just pointing out the truth." Gandalf said with a light chuckle.

"Since you claim to be a wizard, can't you just use your staff to change me back to normal or even use your magic to do something?" She asked him in annoyance.

"My magic doesn't work like that...whatever deaged you...was a far more ancient and was a far more powerful form of magic, one that I have never encountered or ever felt before in my life time. It will take time for me to figure this all out, I dare not try anything against this form of magic, in case it might seriously cause you harm or worse take your very life away." He said sighing.

"Seriously, I think you would be doing me a huge favor at this point. Can't we just try it?" She asked as she stared at him.

"Draco, try not to think about your situation right now. Just try and enjoy your childhood once more and make friends. Like I said before I can't do anything about your current situation as of yet. Also someone so young shouldn't be asking for an early death." Gandalf said firmly.

"Tch...death is nothing to fear...especially when it has followed you since the day you were born." Draco hissed as her right eye began twitching frantically as she glared at him.

"You keep glaring like that and your face is going to get stuck looking like that." Gandalf said frowning.

"I would not know how to be a child, even if I tried acting like one, Gandalf." She spoke softly as she dropped her glare. Her stomache was twisting into tighter knots at the very word friend "Besides...children do not know the reality of how harsh and cruel the world can really be until they actually see it for themselves or witness it." Draco said softly with a dark exspression. Gandalf frowned at those words as he glanced at her.

"Gandalf!" A male hobbit called out as he ran over pulling the two from their thoughts. Draco turned her head to look at him.

"Hello Frodo Baggins." Gandalf said with a smile as he reconised the hobbit.

"Whose your young friend?" Frodo asked as he looked at Draco.

"This is Draco. She's well...a very unusal child to say the least. She's bit strange and odd... however she is currently traveling with me and that's all I can tell you." Gandalf said calmly.

Must not break the staff...must not break the staff. Draco chanted in her mind as she tried to keep her temper under control. However she suspected she would gain a permeant twtch in her right eye after this was all over and when she was back to normal.

"Draco, is a rather unusal name for a girl." Frodo said as he looked at her.

"Was not my choice to be named Dragon." Draco said bitterly as she felt her eye twitch fantically in annoyance. Yep she was going to gain a permeant twitch in her eye after this was all over and done with.

"I did not mean to offend you, it's just not common for a girl to have such a name." Frodo said once he saw her exspression and had heard her response.

"You didn't...I just been having one really bad day and I forget not to take it out on others. Forgive me for my rudeness, it was uncalled for." She said. It's not like she could tell him the truth anyways. One, he wouldn't believe her. Two, Gandalf told her not to tell anyone about her situation, and lastly she didn't even know how to begin telling her story without sounding like she gone completely insane or mad. However at this point she most likely already lost her mind.

"All is forgiven." Frodo said with a smile. Gandalf than smiled a bit at this.

"Draco, it's nice to know you really do have some mannors, instead of having the mannors of a ill temper serpent guarding it's treasure." Gandalf said smiling.

"That's it, The staff is getting broken one way or another before this night ends!" She spat angrily at him in warning as gave a angry sounding snarl at the end of her statement. Frodo laughed nervously at this and yet at the same time he could clearly see why she ahd been named dragon.

"You wouldn't really do that to Gandalf would you?" Frodo asked her. Draco than very slowly revealed a wide, purely evil, demonic cheshire cat like grin as she very slowly looked at Gandalf as her eyes sparked with evil mischief. The same grin she would use to scare people so they would keep their distance and not bother her.

"Frodo...please do not encourage her or even provoke her." Gandalf said sighing. "Now than. I believe we have a party to set up for your uncle." Gandalf said as he got off the wagon.

"Yes...I'm sure my uncle will be very hapy to see you again." Frodo said. "Are you staying as well Draco?"

Draco wanted to say no, but Gandalf answered quickly. "Of course she's staying. However I fear my young friend here will need some better clothes to fit in. Since she's not from around these parts."

"I'm afraid I don't have dresses or skirts." Frodo said frowning. "However maybe one of the other Baggins might-"

"She does not wear dresses or skirts where she is from. It's not right for a girl to wear such things until she's much older." Gandalf said quickly before Draco could say anything.

"If that's the case, I'm pretty sure some of my old clothes should fit her than." Frodo said. "By the way where are you from."

"She's from the very far north...a small village that is no longer standing but only stands as burned ruins." Gandalf said calmly.

"I'm sorry for your loss." Frodo said as he looked at Draco.

"It happens. What's in the past can not be changed." She said calmly. She had too keep her temper under control and just go with Gandalf's lie for now but boy did he have a lot of exsplaining to do when everything was over with.. She than got off the wagon as Frodo lead her inside the house so he could give her some of his old clothes. Gandalf went to speak with Frodo's Uncle. Fodo handed her a bundle of clothing before she disappeared inside the washing chambers to change clothes. She soon came out wearing a white long sleeve shirt under a dark green vest, and what appeared to be dark green pants as well. She kept her black shoes on. Neatly folded in her arms were clothes.

"I'm glad my old clothes fit you. You may keep them if you like." Frodo said with a smile.

"Thanks." Draco said softly. "But where can I set these down?" She asked him.

"Right over here." Frodo said with a smile as he pointed to a chair near by. She neatly set them down just as she heard footsteps approaching. She turned to see Gandalf and Bilbo entering the room. Draco stared at Bilbo in confusion as she looked at the older hobbit. Something about him was oddly familiar to her as though she had seen him before somewhere, it was rather strange to say the least.

"The barrel rider!" A deep angry sound of a hiss like growl echoed in her ear loudly making her almost jump as she turned her head swiftly to the side but nothing was there.

Okay that was just weird...I could have sworn I heard that ghostly voice again. Maybe i'm just jumpy and stressed about my situation. Draco thought to herself with a frown as she looked at Bilbo and Gandalf.

"So this is the girl from the very far north, Gandalf?" Bilbo asked with a warm friendly smile.

"Yes." Gandalf said as Bilbo's smile slowly disappeared as he truly noticed her eyes and how haunted they look. A look no child should ever have to possess. Eyes that have only seen pain, suffering and death. They also appeared very lifeless and void of any positive emotions.

"I'm very sorry to hear about your village. I bet you must be truamatised by such a loss." Bilbo said softly in concern.

"Just wasn't prepaired for it. Nothing can be done to change what has happened." Draco said calmly.

"Even so, you're still very young. By the way what is your name?" he asked her softly.

"It's Draco." She said.

"Your name is dragon?" He asked in surprise.

"Wasn't my choice to be named that." She said bitterly.

"However your name does seem to fit you. You have the same percing eyes as a dragon in some respects." He said as he stared at her. He could not shake the errie feeling he seen her eyes before only at the time the eyes had belonged to terrifying creature of mass strength and pure darkness.

"As well as the temper I must add." Gandalf added with a light chuckle. Oh how Draco wanted to flip him off but she managed to convince herself not to do it. However she still had threat to carry out though. The staff was so going to end up as fire wood. "However I believe we have a party we must up hold. After all we wouldn't want to upset the guests." Gandalf said.

"How true you are, Gandalf. By the way, I don't think I introduce myself. I'm Bilbo Baggins, Frodo's uncle." He said to Draco.

"Nice to meet you." Draco said softly.

"Likewise, Draco." he said with a smile before he headed outside to mingle with his other guests.

"No one has told me what kind of party this is." Draco said softly as she glanced to Gnadalf and Frodo.

"It's my uncle's one hundred and sixteenth birthday." Frodo said making Draco's eyes widen as she stared at him in disbelief. Gandalf almost laughed at poor Draco's exspression. The poor girl really had no idea what she was really up against in this world.

He has to be lying...there is no way Bilbo's turning that old...sixty maybe...but one hundred and sixteen? No fucken way that was even possible. Her mind yelled as it tried to sort this information out. She was silent as she walked after Frodo and Gandalf as they headed outside to join the party. Draco was not one for parties and decided to just stay close to Gandalf. Hobbit children were happily playing games and just being well kids. Draco however just sat near Gandalf and just listened to how the adults talked around her. Many were happily eating around her. She accepted a small plate of food.

Frodo sat down beside her with a curious look. "Don't you want to play with the other kids?" He asked her.

"Not really." Draco said softly as she poked a carrot with her fork that was on her plate. She honestly felt very uncomfortable being here at this party. Maybe she should politely excuse herself and hide inside the house until the party was over with or something.

"Frodo, Draco does not know how to be a normal child due to how she was raised in her village." Gandalf said. Frodo frowned at those words and wondered what kind of village did that to children. Draco said nothing as watched everything around her. Ocasionally her eyes drifted to Bilbo who was happily talking with his guests, however something about him was oddly familiar to her, however her eyes watched intently as he would unconcoiusly finger his pocket. He was hiding something. From the looks of it, it was something small and round. Most likely a ring or something. It was none of her business but something about Bilbo was irritating her to no end and she had no idea why.

To Be Continued...