Disclaimers: See Chapter 1 for more info.

This is the last chapter of this story and this series. :( :)

Killian stared at the Red Flag in awe and agony. Awe because it was a miracle he even had the flag. Agony because he had actually died, even when it didn't seem like it. He looked around the Great Hall, watching his friends eat breakfast. It was one thing to see Roxanne and Faramir be silent, it was another that they hadn't spoken to him all morning. Not only that, Killian didn't feel like going to bed.

Maybe it was for the best, given he saw Albus Potter with Scorpius Malfoy. The two were chatting happily and approached by Rose Granger-Weasley, who looked like she wanted to talk to them. Maybe this was Killian's chance to talk to them, get their attention. He stood up and made his way over to the Slytherin table, causing everyone to gasp! This was new to them all, too, but especially to Killian! He never thought of the day when Gryffindors and Slytherins might mingle.

"Albus," Killian said, curious, "hi!"

"Hi," Albus said, calmly. "What do you want?"

Killian sat down across from the two boys. "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to talk."

"I have to meet my dad," Albus admitted. "We're going to take a walk."

"I'm meeting with my dad, too," Killian said.

"Great," Albus said, returning to his meal. He regretted saying this almost immediately, "I mean, that's nice, Killian, but still… our dads are friends and we're friends. There isn't anything wrong with that."

"No, of course not," Killian said, shaking his head. He stood up. "So, I'll see you around."

"Maybe we can all have lunch together." Scorpius, the blonde-haired fourteen-year-old boy, suggested. "How about it?"

"I'd like that," Rose, the ginger-haired fourteen-year-old girl, nodded in agreement.

"Me too! I'll see you," Killian said, returning to the Gryffindor table and meeting Roxanne's sheepish gaze. "What?"

"Nothing." Roxanne returned to her porridge with ease.

Killian looked at her as if he came out of a dream. He wanted to say something, but what? Anything he liked? He turned to Faramir for help, only to receive an "ahem!" from him. Killian nodded, understanding.

"Roxanne, would you like to go to Hogsmeade sometime?" Killian asked, cheerily.

"You mean like on a date?" Roxanne chirped. She realized, "Oh, you don't mean that tea shop! You know what happened between Harry and Cho. Let's not go there! Let's go to the Three Broomsticks!"

"So, it's a date?" Killian asked, curious.

Roxanne nodded a few times, smiling at him. "Yes. What took you so long?"

"Well, there was a lot going on with the Founders." Killian chuckled. "You know how that went."

"Frankly, I'm glad they finally found peace," Faramir admitted, sighing.

"Yeah, me too," Killian said, grinning. He looked up at the Hufflepuff table, watching Pippin Gamgee perform a spoon trick with his wand. Coincidentally, Pippin shot a food spell at the nearest Ravenclaw girl, who spat insults at him. Killian chuckled. It was good to be back.

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Killian walked across the grounds, eager to meet with his Papa. It had been a day since the adventure ended, and yet Killian wasn't sure if he wanted to go on another one. His dreams of having adventures were about spent, given what he endured. At last, he reached his father, who sat by a rushing waterfall.

Frodo faced him, all smiles. "Do you know why I chose this spot?"

"No Papa, why did you choose this place?" Killian repeated, curious.

"It's because this is where Harry used to sit and think for a while." Frodo paused. "He's now with Albus, observing Cedric Diggory's grave. You know I spoke about Cedric."

"Of course! You tell me this story every year." Killian said, calmly.

"Well, it's true! Even though I didn't witness Cedric die, the weight of his loss can be daunting." Frodo sighed. "It was like losing a friend."

"I don't see what this has to do with me or you," Killian said, serious.

"It's because I won't be around forever and you'll need to learn your place in the world. Worlds, I should say!" Frodo said, also serious. "You needn't blame everyone for the actions of others. It's not your fault, Killian. I had the vision. Godric knew what was going to happen. It was out of our hands!"

"It doesn't help that I was a sacrifice," Killian said.

"I know, but it was your choice," Frodo said. "Godric was right. You had the right to choose. I didn't!" He admitted, "You're lucky."

"Lucky? I'm lucky I ended up a sacrifice!" Killian said, astonished.

"Killian, you could have walked away, but you didn't. Why didn't you?" Frodo asked, curious.

"Well…" Killian's voice faded. He hadn't expected this. Maybe there was hope for them, "…you see… I wanted to save my friends and save the worlds. I'd do it all over again if it meant saving the people I love from harm!" He paused, realizing his father wasn't so bad. "It's not your fault either. I forgive you. It's just… this adventure was so unexpected that I wasn't prepared for it."

"No one is," Frodo said. He shrugged. "Some are born with it, others take up the mantle. The adventure must come on its own. And when it does, we'll face it together. I know you want to be like me."

"No." Killian shook his head. He admitted, "If this quest taught me anything, it's that I'm not like you and that's okay! I'd rather be me."

Frodo smiled. "I thought you would say that."

"So, you're not mad?" Killian asked, concerned.

"Why would I be mad? You chose to be yourself. That's fine!" Frodo said with a warm grin.

"Papa, what was the point in finding that Red Flag? What's its significance?" Killian asked.

"I think we both know the answer to that question," Frodo answered.

"I don't understand." Killian shook his head, confused.

"Well, the flag came to you when you needed it most," Frodo explained. "It only comes to a true Gryffindor. It's meant for you. I am no Gryffindor, but I can see that you are worthy to have that flag." He smiled, pleased in his effort to calm his son.

"It doesn't make sense, but I understand now," Killian said, calmly.

"I know." Frodo grinned. "I'm lucky to have you as a son."

"And you as my dad," Killian said. He looked at the waterfall in curiosity. "It's a beautiful waterfall."

"Yes, it is," Frodo said, agreeing with him.

The End.

And so, here ends the Hobbit Wizards series. :( :)

First, I'd like to thank TooLazyToLogIn for sparking the idea that started this series. I'd also like to thank the following people for reading, reviewing, favoriting, and following this fanfic: Gracie Miserables, JMBryan2908, and Poosa-ard. I'd also like to thank my friends who gave me permission to bring them into the series: ValueMyHeart, SweetDarkSilence, DoctorWhovian18, and LOTCR. And thanks to everyone for taking time out of your busy schedules to read my fanfic. It is much appreciated. :)

This series, as I mentioned before, began in 2010. There was a self-insert in that drafted play series, too. The only difference was that Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin were all adults at the time the play series started and Frodo didn't gain any magical powers until the fourth play, during the events of "The Goblet of Fire" movie.

It wasn't until 2015 that I revamped this series since the play version was left unfinished. That revamped series is this: the Hobbit Wizards series, and it was all thanks to TooLazyToLogIn's review in DoctorWhovian18's fanfic, The Hobbits go to Hogwarts, that made it possible to jumpstart this revamp. This is also the first series where I switched from telling in writing to showing, which has become a difficult challenge in itself. So far, getting details back into my stories has been a far greater challenge, since I grew used to doing that when I was telling in my writings. The rest is history. :)

Now that the series is done, my Harry Potter mania will return to normal, or as normal as it can be. :) Thanks for reading. :) Bye! :)

Aria Breuer