Disclaimers: See Chapter 1 for more info.

Finally, the truth was out! Frodo sat up, dwelling on the words Dumbledore told Snape. So, this whole time, the journey he made in The Lord of the Rings and his future, it all came down to this. He wouldn't need his wand or his sword for where he was headed. No. His only task was to reach Voldemort and Sauron wandless. No hand magic would be needed, not for this.

Frodo stood up, left the office with Harry, down the courtyard, and into the grounds. The gentle-hobbit's heart raced inside his chest, thumping louder with each step. He made sure to shield himself with the invisibility spell. It was just that spell he used, through his hand magic. Not the sound dampening spell. He wouldn't need it.

Thoughts raced through his mind. Thoughts of all the deaths he encountered over the years. First his parents, drowned in a boating accident. The horror on Frodo's face at the sight of his parents' deaths. And now he was going to his own. It made him wonder if his death would be quicker and less painful than the one his parents suffered through.

There was Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff who helped Frodo and Harry through the Triwizard Tournament. He was innocent, carefree, and made a lot of friends. A good student, one who would make the sacrifice like he was doing, if not more. Oh, how Frodo envied him now. How he wished he could be in Cedric's shoes … that was just it. He was heading into the same death as Cedric, if not a bit different.

And Everhart Boffin, the hobbit traveler who helped Frodo over the years. How Frodo and his authoress, Aria Breuer, helped Everhart in turn save a winged horse, by using a Time-Turner. The way Everhart warned Frodo of the impending darkness that was about to spread, during the Triwizard Tournament. To protecting Frodo at the battle at the Ministry of Magic. That was when Everhart gave up his life, at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange. Frodo hoped that Bellatrix got what she deserved. He just wished that he could see Everhart again.

Then there was Albus Dumbledore, the man who was with Frodo and Harry since their first year at Hogwarts. Dumbledore sought to protect them, keep them safe from Voldemort and Sauron. Dumbledore had been with them, defending the two boys whenever possible. If it weren't for Dumbledore's job, the two boys, now men, couldn't have found a way to defeat the Dark Lords. Frodo wondered if there was a chance he would see Dumbledore. One last time.

And Frodo couldn't forget Ugnâsh and Hilibert Blodwen. Ugnâsh was a troublesome orc. The way he died was uncalled for. Ugnâsh practically betrayed him and his friends to Sauron. If it weren't for that orc, then Frodo wouldn't have been in this mess! Still, Frodo wished Ugnâsh would have had a more peaceful death.

As for Hilibert, Frodo knew him as his father's friend. Frodo would have protected Hilibert, kept him alive. The hobbit had been Frodo's teacher. Frodo didn't know what he'd do without him. But he would have to go on, even to his death.

Frodo and Harry were inside the forest. The gentle-hobbit stopped walking, as did Harry. The second Frodo used his hand magic to become visible again, while the wizard pulled out his Golden Snitch and opened it for the first time, Frodo looked down at his hands. They were glowing a bluish-white color. His fingers tingled. He moved them gently, afraid that if he stopped, the light would fade away. A sharp pain reached his heart as he looked up at the clearing. No! There were his parents, Everhart, and Hilibert. They were all here! A tear slowly trickled down Frodo's face. He didn't want this moment to end.

"You've done so well, son!" Drogo Baggins, Frodo's father, said with encouragement.

"We are so proud of you." Primula Brandybuck Baggins, Frodo's mother, pointed out.

"How – How are you here?" Frodo asked his family and friends. "Why are you here?"

"We didn't leave you. We're always with you." Primula said, calmly.

"Death is but a dream." Everhart said. "It goes away, and then you enter a new realm. A peaceful realm."

Frodo nodded, choking back tears.

"Do not be afraid!" Hilibert said, patiently. Frodo cocked his head, looking directly into his eyes. "We are with you."

"Till the end." Primula said.

"Thank you." Frodo said, encouraged. "All of you." He said last, "Stay with me, please?"

"We'll be here, guiding you every step of the way." Everhart said.

Frodo nodded. The glow ceased from his hands. The forest was still. Frodo looked on, watching Harry continue his journey. The gentle-hobbit understood. It was time to follow the wizard. But not too swift or too rash. Frodo sighed, making his way down the path, where Sauron, Voldemort, and their followers waited for them to arrive.

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Frodo could hear voices. He saw a reddish, lit campfire out in an opening. There they were! Sauron and Voldemort, along with their followers and minions. They weren't alone. There were two captured souls… no! Hagrid! Melena! What was Melena doing here? Why was she in lioness form? She was shackled by a couple of orcs, who held her tightly, using rope and chains.

"Frodo?" Melena asked, startled to see him. "Wait! NO! Don't do this! Please?!"

"Keep quiet, you!" The Death Eater named Rowle shouted, shushing her.

"FRODO, GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!" Melena screamed, pleading.

Frodo's heart thumped inside his chest, the beats growing stronger. He watched Sauron ready the Elder Wand. What? The Elder Wand was fading in and out, in Sauron's grip. Frodo's mind raced, but his expression didn't change much. Death was close. Thoughts of Sam and Aria reached through his head. He wondered if they were okay, if they knew he'd left the school—

"Avada Kedavra!" Sauron shouted.

Frodo was enveloped in a green flash, and then everything was gone.

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