This is the last chapter for this story. Also, ValueMyHeart, SweetDarkSilence, DoctorWhovian18 and LOTCR make their appearance in this last chapter. Things are coming to an end for this story. So, let's see how it turns out. :)

Sirius Black escaped the castle, and with him Buckbeak. Harry, Ron and Hermione kept what they knew to themselves, but that didn't stop them from also telling Frodo, Sam, Aria, Merry and Pippin about Sirius Black's escape. The whole school was ablaze with rumors, but they were also shocked to hear the news.

The next day, the friends decided to roam around the castle grounds. It felt much better to be outside with the air. And to their surprise, they learned from Hagrid that Buckbeak was free and he was celebrating all night. But that wasn't the only news they learned.

"Lupin's resigned. He's packing… but then, so is Blodwen… he didn't have to," Hagrid explained. "Everythin's okay with Everhart Boffin. Turns out the Ministry's allowing him to continue tracking down more orcs. But he's given that all up for a travel across realms. The Ministry's still given him free reign for the Wizardry World, as long as he stays out of trouble."

"Right." Frodo said, joining in the conversation. "I'll go and see them."

"But they've resigned, Frodo," Ron said.

"I know. But it wouldn't hurt to see Blodwen one last time," Frodo said, darting out of the grounds and back to the castle. It took him minutes to reach Blodwen's office. Indeed, the hobbit was packing. But why was he doing such a thing? And Everhart…

"Hullo Frodo," Everhart said. "It's been a long night for all of us."

"Why are you packing? What… what brought this up?" Frodo asked.

"Well, for the record, hobbits aren't the ones to turn into animals. It's not common," Blodwen told him. "I've resigned to ease everyone's minds."

"What about Dumbledore? Can't he…" Frodo was cut off by Blodwen.

"I'm not letting Dumbledore risk things further on my behalf," Blodwen told him. "We should be lucky to have Everhart by our side. And you… why, you've helped us uncover the truth. Wherever Ugnâsh is, we'll find him and give him a fair trial."

"Oh. I have one more gift I need to give you, Frodo," Everhart said, pulling out a grey wrapped broomstick. "I think you'll be wanting this, in case you intend to fly next year on a faster broomstick."

"What? No way," Frodo unwrapped the present, finding inside was a Firebolt broomstick. "Everhart, you don't have to…"

"But I want to," Everhart replied. "Keep it. I have more gifts on the way, given my sense of adventure. You'll soon be showered in gifts form many hobbits. And I'll be sure to send an album of my adventures as well." He added, on a more serious note. "I knew your father. We were best friends. I wanted to travel through realms, use portals and time-turners to my advantage. You wonder how I've received warnings on many occasions. But now, I hope you'll find the courage to have adventures of your own." He said, "We'll meet again very soon, Frodo. And I'll keep a lookout for that orc and whatever mischief lies ahead."

"I know you will, Everhart," Blodwen said. "I never doubted you for a second."

"Good luck." Frodo told the two hobbits. "Both of you. It's good to see my father's friends. Now I have a piece of him."

"Take your broom wisely," Everhart said.

"As wise a risk-taker as you've been," Blodwen said.

"Good luck to you, Frodo," Everhart said, shaking his hand and releasing it.

Frodo followed Everhart and Blodwen downstairs. To his surprise, Blodwen's luggage traveled with him. Frodo watched the two hobbits until they were out of the classroom before Dumbledore approached him.

"Frodo, how are you?" Dumbledore asked him.

"Professor, with everything that's happened—" Frodo stopped himself. Was this right? "I nearly thought I saw my dad, but the patronus was a white-tailed eagle. How did that happen?"

"How do you think it happened?"

"I thought my dad would show up."

"We can never know. But know that the people who come and go from our lives leave their place in our hearts. One wonders how to connect their hearts together… well, that is a tale for another time. But you are not alone here. You have friends to keep you safe, to keep you on the right path, if only that path would reveal itself." Dumbledore said. "Come on. You don't want your friends wondering what became of you."

Frodo nodded, following the headmaster out of the classroom. It felt so eerie now that Everhart and Blodwen were out of the castle. Then again, as he made his way to one of the courtyards, he watched as Everhart flew on the winged horse Dapple-green. He waved to Everhart for the last time, smiling without realizing it. It was good to see his father's friends were in good hands. Wherever their paths lay ahead… well, they would find out on their own or by accident. Whichever came first.

o-o-o

Frodo and his friends received their exam results on the last day of term. Even though Frodo was happy, his thoughts returned to one more conversation he had with Dumbledore…

"Ugnâsh escaped, professor. We could have stopped him," Frodo said.

"Frodo, you restored an innocent man's freedom. Uncovered the truth. There isn't anything more prone or valuable than that." Dumbledore added, "But Professor Trelawney did tell me of a prediction she had recently. That Sauron would return. Either way, Ugnâsh owes a debt to you for his escape. And orcs don't take it lightly to debts. Everything happens in time, but each piece of the puzzle must be examined." He added last, "I will keep an eye out for Ugnâsh and any news of Sauron's return. You have nothing to fear."

"Just say that Sauron does return. What then?" Frodo asked.

"Then we must ask ourselves what to do then," Dumbledore said.

Frodo understood those words, even as he looked as his exam results. He passed, as did all his friends. They were moving onto the next school year. What happened then… well, it would happen, wouldn't it?

What was impressive about that evening was how Gryffindor not only won the Quidditch Cup, but had also secured the House Cup. It was a splendid evening for everyone, but not everyone was happy. Frodo peered over at Aria, who was a little bummed out.

"Why couldn't Ravenclaw win the House Cup?" Aria asked.

"Gryffindor deserved it," Frodo said. "Why do you think Ravenclaw could win the House Cup?"

"Maybe if we had more time, then we could…"

"Aria, don't think that. The time-turner was useful then. But Gryffindor won fair and square. No amount of the use of the time-turner would have stopped that," Frodo said.

"You're right. I know you're right. I was just… having a thought," Aria said, miserable.

"Well, what would you do here and now?" he asked her.

Aria grinned, her expression relaxed. "Eat and enjoy the feast." Frodo was convinced she'd be all right, but then was she? Well, he supposed not everyone would get what they wanted. Aria seemed to calm down after a while, happy that Gryffindor won for the third year straight.

o-o-o

As the Hogwarts Express rolled out of the station the next morning, Frodo gazed out the window. He couldn't believe the school year was coming to an end already. Now there was the summer to consider. What was he to do without his friends there? Of course, Folco would be there, waiting for him in the Shire. But it wasn't the same.

"Frodo, I did complete your family tree," Aria said, drawing Frodo's attention back to the present. Right before him was a small parchment geneaology. Next to Drogo's names were two other names: Hilibert Blodwen and Everhart Boffin. Frodo grinned. They were present.

"It looks like you did complete my family tree," Frodo said.

"Yes I did." Aria answered. "That's one less homework assignment to complete this summer." She put the family tree parchment away inside her bag. "There. Now it's kept safe until next year. Family trees always seem to grow, but that's just the way they are made."

"Of course they are," Frodo answered, grinning. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy this summer.

"How could you not tell anyone about the time-turner?" Pippin asked Aria.

"I had to keep it a secret from everyone. I've also dropped two of my classes, so I'm back to a normal schedule," Aria said.

"Which classes?" Sam asked her.

"Muggle Studies and one of my creature classes. Not Care of Magical Creatures, but my schedule's being worked around by the Heads of Authors and Authoresses," Aria said.

"Oh," Pippin said. He remembered, "Oh, that's right. I was going to tell you that this summer, we should go to the Hobbit Quidditch World Cup. It's happening in the Shire this summer. I think if our guardians will allow it, we can all meet there."

"I'm not sure Gaffer would let me go," Sam said.

"How about you, Merry?" Pippin asked him.

"My dad would be okay with me going, as long as he goes," Merry said. He asked, "But how are Frodo and I supposed to go? My dad would be in two places at once."

"We'll work something out," Frodo said. He turned to Aria, "What about you, Aria?"

"Well, I want to go, but I don't know how I'd get there. Besides, you don't want to risk Saradoc knowing about Merry. That's in the future, isn't it?" Aria asked.

"It'll work. You'll see," Pippin said. "Oh look. There's a pygmy owl coming our way."

Frodo opened the window, letting the owl in. Right away, the owl perched on Aria's leg. Frodo pulled the folded up parchment from the pygmy owl's beak, and read it aloud.

Dear Frodo,

My travels go well. I hope to see you at the Hobbit Quidditch World Cup this summer. If Saradoc doesn't let you come, I'll bring you to the Quidditch match myself.

Signed,

Everhart

P.S. Aria may keep this owl, to make up for losing her tawny owl. Consider him a gift and to make up for what I did to her owl.

"He's mine?" Aria asked, her face beaming.

There was a knock on the door, to reveal Abigail. "We're nearing King's Cross and… ohhh! Aria, he's so cute."

"He's my owl. Everhart Boffin's gift to me," Aria said.

"Well, he looks smitten," Amy said.

"Yeah, he does." Anne said. "We're almost at King's Cross. Just so everyone knows."

"We know," Frodo said.

"Okay." Anne said, before darting down the corridor.

"Well, I guess that's our cue," Aria said, as the train stopped.

Pippin spoke to them as they made their way out to Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters. "Well, I expect to see my friends at the Hobbit Quidditch World Cup. I'll make sure to send my owls to you when we have more details."

"Eh… which Saradoc is us, Frodo?" Merry asked, pointing to the two Saradocs, standing in front of the round front door.

"I think the younger Saradoc is me. The older Saradoc is you… where we need to go, I mean," Frodo said.

"Right." Merry looked at him with a warm smile. "I'll see you soon, Frodo."

"See you later," Frodo said, shaking his hand. Indeed, he had been right, but it looked as though there was a barrier between the past and present Saradocs. His attention returned when his authoress friends said their goodbyes to him.

"We'll see you next year, Frodo!" Anne replied.

"Bye Frodo!" SweetDarkSilence called, as she joined Anne over to the Head of Authoresses.

"Bye!" Abigail called, at the same time as Amy before they regrouped with the Head of Authoresses and their fellow authoresses.

Aria still stood next to Frodo. But she wasn't finished. "Frodo, I know I kept telling you to come to the Authors' Campus. Hopefully I'll get permission to come and see you. I so want to go to the Hobbit Quidditch World Cup."

"Then I'll see you when I get back to the Shire then," Frodo said, nodding and grinning at her.

"I'll send an owl or come there myself," Aria said, until the Head of Authoresses approached her. "Hi."

"Hello. Aria, do you want to go to the Hobbit Quidditch World Cup? The Head of Houses and I have agreed to let you spend the summer at the Brandybucks." The Head of Authoresses whispered in her ear. "I think you should."

"Really? I can?" Aria asked.

"Go on," the Head of Authoresses said.

"Right then. Let's go," Frodo said, following Aria towards his family. He waved to Harry, Ron and Hermione before approaching the invisible barrier. He couldn't believe it, and yet he could. Aria was staying at his cousins' house for the summer. What would he do then? Well, he was glad to have a friend stay over, like she did in the winter during their first year at Hogwarts.

How different would it be this year? He had to ask himself, but feared he would find out the answer soon enough. But for now, he was just glad to see his cousins Saradoc and Esmeralda. And with Aria around for the summer... well, who knew what would happen next? Either way, he was glad to be going home again. No matter what happened next, Frodo knew one thing: he needed his friends and his family by his side in the days to come. For what came next was uncharted, but with any luck they would all be kept safe.

And so ends Book III in the Hobbit Wizards series.

Thanks goes to TooLazyToLogin for sparking the idea that began this story. I also like to thank those who gave me permission to bring themselves into this series: ValueMyHeart, SweetDarkSilence, DoctoWhovian18 and LOTCR. I'd also like to thank these ladies for their ideas, support and encouragement. Lastly, thank you everyone for reading, reviewing, favoriting and following this story. It is much appreciated. :)

Next up is The Goblet of Fire. I am super excited to work on the next story, what with the Triwizard Tourament, the Yule Ball… so much excitement! But I'm really looking forward to write Book IV.

Hope to see everyone in the next story. Cheers! :)

Aria Breuer