I know what you are all thinking, i was writing this story as a fill in until i had inspiration for my others. Please RnR. I will be doing more of the other stories soon.

Please and thankyou ;p

Harry scratched the back of his head as he looked around the forest with a sigh. He recognised none of the trees that surrounded him and he was fairly certain that there was not a river flowing through the Forbidden Forest. Harry picked himself up from off of the forest floor and walked over to an area where there was a river crossing. His ears perked at the sound of screeching in the distance and the frightened yells of people and they were gaining in on his location fast.

Harry scratched his cheek as he thought over on whether or not to help; so deciding on his Gryffindor tendencies Harry pulled his wand from his robes and stepped on to the ferry to await the coming travelers.

Frodo leaned against the tree to catch his breath and to breathe through the pain that the cry of the rider brought him because of the ring. His friends kept running for the ferry, when Sam stopped next to him and brought him to run again, though still behind the others.

Merry, Sam and Pippin hurried to the ferry with Frodo lagging behind them turning around and crying to Frodo as Merry started to push away from the bank, not noticing the other passenger that was on the raft.

Harry stood up from the place where he was sitting so that he could put up a shield spell that the creature on horse back ran into when it had gained on the other person, whom he now knew of as Frodo from all the yelling the others was doing, as he jumped for the raft, landing on it with the help of his kin.

"Are you alright Mr Frodo?" Sam asked patting him down to see if there was any injury.

Frodo laughed lightly at his friends badgering and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm fine Sam."

"So gentlemen, where can I lead you?" Harry spoke up from where he was steering the raft to the surprise of the group.

"Brandywine Bridge: Twenty miles" Merry responded coming out of his surprised state.

"You have to let me know when we get near, I don't know my way around these parts very well." He explained to them.

"Thank you very much, we appreciate the help." Frodo spoke up.

"Then perhaps you could help me out, I know that this may seem far fetched, but I am not from this world and I don't know any thing about this place. Would you mind terribly if I came along with you? As far as you can take me?" he questioned.

The Hobbits looked to each other on whether they should let him come along to Bree with them, "You would be more then welcome."

"Thank you." Harry smiled at them, "My name is Harry, and may I have the pleasure of yours?"

"I am Frodo, this is my gardener and best friend Sam, my cousins Merry and Pippin." Frodo introduced.

"I am hoping that I am not being rude in asking, but what type of beings are you. You seem to be fully grown, but well… rather short."

"We are called Hobbits, or better known to men as Halflings." Merry explained.

Harry looked at the four thoughtfully, he remembered hearing the term some where in the occasional reading that he had done but couldn't pull the information to the fore front of him mind to 'read' the information.

"How much further do we have to go?" Harry asked as his arms were starting to feel a little strained.

"Not much further." Pippin replied.

"What were those things that were chasing you back there?"

"Black Riders, that's all I know about them, all anyone knows about them." Frodo explained.

"What other things are in this world?" Harry asked.

"Things?" Sam questioned.

"Beings, as you are a Hobbit I am a human, what other beings are there?" he asked.

"Well there are men like yourself, Dwarves, Elves, Riverfolk and Istari." Frodo explained.

"What are Istari?" Harry questioned, not knowing what that word meant, the others he knew.

"The Istari are known as Wizards in the common tongue."

"Ooh, the Brandywine Bridge, pull in here Harry." Pippin piped up pointing to where a small jetty was poking out of the bank.

"Ok every one, hold on while I pull the raft flush so that we can get off dry." Harry laughed as he turned the raft sharply and slammed into the small jetty causing every one to fall over with a laugh, brining up the Hobbits spirits.

"We had best hurry to your destination. I will do what I can to protect you all but I know nothing about this world." Harry explained to the Hobbits as they hurried down the worn path.

"Are you alright Frodo?" Harry asked dropping back to walk with said Hobbit.

"Yes I am fine, I just seem to have sprained my ankle when I jumped on to the raft." Frodo explained.

Harry pulled the Hobbit to a stop and got him to lean against a large rock that was protruding from the ground and he squatted down on the ground and brought Frodo's foot up and rested it on his knee.

"Medicor Talus" he whispered waving his wand over the ankle. Seconds later Frodo let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Harry that feels much better." Frodo smiled and bounced to his feet.

"You're more than welcome Frodo." Harry said and they carried on down the path, walking a little bit faster to catch up with the others when it started to rain.

'Great just great.' Harry thought with a moan since all he was in was his cousins hand – me – downs. It was too late now to do anything at the moment since he didn't really want to raise suspicion around anyone other then the Hobbits.

Harry's feet throbbed in protest as he kept up with the Hobbits near running pace, his cousins bigger shoes weren't helping with matters either, neither did the rain or the fact that he didn't have a cloak to help keep him a bit warmer.

Harry let out a sigh of relief as the gates of Bree came into view. 'Thank Merlin.'

Frodo brought his fist down on the door. A peep hole opened up above their heads, seconds later the door slammed close and one lower down opened and an aged head popped out to see who was there before slamming that close and opening the door in the gate and held out a lantern.

"What do you want?" The gatekeeper asked.

"We're heading for The Prancing Pony." Frodo responded.

The gatekeeper held the lantern up higher, "Hobbits! Four Hobbits! What business brings you to Bree?"

"We wish to stay at the Inn. Our business is our own."

"Alright young sir, I meant no offence. It's my job to be asking questions after nightfall. There are strange folk abroad. Can't be too care full" The gatekeeper explained as he admitted them into Bree.

"Come on guy. Let's get to The Prancing Pony and warm up, I'm freezing my Bullocks off." Harry grumbled.

Harry and the Hobbits hurried up the watered down road searching for The Prancing Pony, Harry could feel his teeth chattering as he followed after the Hobbits. Coming upon the Prancing Pony they hurriedly entered the Inn.

Rich brown eyes scanned the meal room of the Inn, watching the ruffians and scoundrels that littered the bar and tables while also looking out for the person that he was to encounter that night. Nimble weathered fingers pulled out a pouch of Longbottom leaf and stamped it down inside his pipe.