Disclaimers: See Chapter 1 for more info.

This is the last chapter for this story.

Autumn arrived swiftly in the Shire. The morning of the first of September was filled with a bright, golden sunlight. The harvest was nearly ready, with hobbits scrambling to get the first picking. For the Muggle-born hobbits, all they needed was a good laugh. Some learnt their letters, while others spent time golfing and fishing. Indeed, it was a joyous time to be a hobbit.

For the hobbit wizards and witches, the first of September meant something else. These hobbits stayed indoors, ringing their golden doorbells, welcoming the change to their landscapes. For one family, their summertime was up. Soon, Frodo and Aria would spend the school year at their seasonal house in London, where Everhart Boffin once resided. Their three children, meanwhile, would be on their way to Hogwarts. It was Frodo who made sure they were up before the sunrise. Sam, Rosie, and their children would meet up with them in an hour, for they got up at dawn's first light.

"I hope this year will be fun!" Primula said. "Fourth year will be great, as it was for you two." She smiled at her parents.

"Don't get into too much trouble with the boys," Frodo teased, "or I'll have to drop by and stop them!"

"You haven't decided what house you'll be in!" Drogo asked his kid brother.

"I'm eleven and I'm choosing Gryffindor!" Killian said, elated.

"There is a chance you'll get into Slytherin house." Drogo said, shaking his head profusely.

"Oh, I can handle Slytherin house!" Killian fired back with confidence. "It's Gryffindor where I belong! Don't I look chivalrous?"

Aria chuckled. "You look very nice, Killian."

"Is everyone ready?" Frodo asked, approaching Bag End's front green door. With a nod, Frodo closed his eyes, thought of the place he wanted to go, and rang the golden bell. The door stirred, jolting a little, before becoming still. Frodo sighed, opening the door to reveal Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters. He gestured towards the opening. "Ladies first." He grinned at his wife and their lass.

"You don't need to tell me twice!" Primula said, charging forward.

Frodo waited until the others went through, before joining his family, shutting the door behind him. He giggled, glad to see he was now the height of a human man, but without a beard. He raised an eyebrow, watching his family grow into the height of human children and his wife into a human woman.

"Come on." Frodo told his children, "Let's find a compartment. Then we can all say farewell."

"Until you three get back for the holidays!" Aria pointed out.

"Yes. There's that!" Frodo grinned with satisfaction. He glanced at Merry and Estella saying goodbye to their son Periadoc, and Pippin and Diamond hugging their son Faramir. He smiled, meeting up with them.

"Sam's not here yet?" Pippin asked, curious.

"He'll be along shortly." Frodo answered.

"Now Faramir," Pippin knelt before his eleven-year-old son, "you be good this year. You'll be spending your first year with Killian. I'm sure you'll make it into Gryffindor house, but if you get Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, that's okay, too."

"Not to mention Slytherin," Merry said, curtly, "but we've already established that!"

Pippin stood up. "At least my son will be in Hufflepuff, Merry!"

"Alright Mr. Merry, Mr. Pippin," Sam cut in, "let's not startle the children."

"We want them to be good this year." Rosie said, motherly.

"Yes Rosie," Frodo, Merry, and Pippin said in unison.

"Well," Aria chuckled, glancing over at Killian, "looks like somebody's ready to start the year off right."

"I'm choosing Gryffindor! I'm gonna be the best hobbit in all of Hogwarts!" Killian said, proudly.

"That's my boy!" Pippin said, patting Killian on the shoulder.

"Let me tell you something, Killian." Frodo knelt before his son. "The Sorting Hat will allow you to choose Gryffindor. It takes your choice into account."

"Really?" Killian said, smiling.

"Yup!" Frodo said, smiling back. He asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah. I'm ready, Papa." Killian said, embracing his father. They stayed like that for a moment, before releasing. Frodo watched Drogo help Killian with his luggage and his tawny owl. He smiled, watching his youngest son, who bore the same bright blue eyes as he, board the train.

Frodo approached his wife, wrapping an arm around her. They looked on as more hobbits, witches, wizards, and groups of authors boarded the Hogwarts Express. When the last child was inside the train, the whistle blew and the Hogwarts Express took off. Frodo waved to his three children, glad to see them off. The train eventually disappeared out of the station, heading to its one destination.

"They'll be all right. Won't they, Frodo?" Aria asked, looking up at her husband.

Frodo nodded. "I know they will."

He had been freed of the One Ring's power for nineteen years. All was well.

And so ends the seventh book in my Hobbit Wizards series. :') One more book to go.

I'd like to thank TooLazyToLogIn for sparking the idea that started this whole series. I'd like to thank the following people who read, reviewed, favorited, and followed this fanfiction story: Guest, Gracie Miserables, and HeroLeagueClub. Also, thanks to everyone for taking time out of your busy schedules to read, review, favorite, and follow this story to the end. It is much appreciated. :)

This epilogue is slightly different than the last time I wrote it, back when this fanfic was originally titled The Timeline Domes. Book Eight will focus on The Cursed Child. I am calling The Cursed Child canon, in spite of what anyone says about the play/script. I'm currently brainstorming the title for Book Eight.

That said, I'll see everyone in the last fanfic for this series. :')

Aria Breuer