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Post by punklil007 on Aug 26, 2005 20:17:53 GMT -5
"Where am I?" Frodo bagins asked himself, looking up at the ruins before him, "This can't be...I've never seen this before...it must be MILES from the shire. How did I get here?" *Flashback* "Frodo, what you really need is to settle down, find a woman, grow up alittle." Sam said prodding Frodo in the shoulder. "I am grown up Sam. I just like to frolick around instead of shopping it out at home smokeing a pipe and pretending to look interested at all the letters I get." "Who are those from anyways?" Sam asked as they strolled among the flower beds of Frodo's house. "Mostly Ganduaf and Bilbo. Not so many from Bilbo anymore. i wonder what that old blokes gotten off too." And as he said it, Frodo, looking into the blue cloudless sky, didn't notice the gold coin on the grass in front of him and stepped on it. **
"THis is the strangest place I've ever seen." Frodo walked towards the building, staring at the shriveled plants as he passed. The hill was a big one and for a hobbit, it tired him out quite a bit and he was sweating and huffing as he came to the doors (or what was once doors) of the ruins. KEEP OUT!!! HILEY DANGEROUS!!! ENTERANCE COULD CAUSE CAVE INS AND DEATHS!!! Said a sign hanging lopsidedly from the archway. "Well-huff-theres no way of knowing -huff- without trying-huff-." and Frodo pushed his way through the shattered front doors. There was a world wind of color and Frodo suddenly found himself spread eagle on his back on the lawn. He gave his head a little shake. What had that been? Surely, SURELY the building hadn't just...chucked him out? Flabbergasted, he started to stand up. When he was at his full hight again he looked up...into the face of a young woman with very bushy brown hair who was holding a lattern. She was glaring down at him with eagle eyes under thin but bushy eyebrows. "Can I help you?" She said coldly. "No-I mean yes. I was wondering where I was and what I'm doing here." Frodo said brushing himself off alittle. He couldn't help but notice that the woman was wearing magenta robes blue sparkling high heals. "You need come with me." With that said, she turned around and headed back for the ruins. "But I can't-" He thought it would sound most ungentalmanly and unsofisticated to say the building had spat him out, but it had, "The building won't allow me in." he finally said, choosing the most explanitory words possible. She glared at him for another moment with her hawk eyes and then smiled a tiny cheeky smile, "Don't be foolish. Come with me." She beconed him with her hand. He rolled his eyes and her smile faded and glare intenseified. He trudged after her towards the front doors. When they reached the archway, she turned to him and said in a slightly disgusted voice, "You will need to hold onto my arm. If you don't the building will, as you put it, "not allow you in." He gave her an equal glare and set his hand apon her arm. It was very thin and bony under the folds of fabric and he guessed it was somewhat injured. But then she was pulling him along and stroking one long pointed finger nail over the archway. The ruins disapeared and Frodo found himself standing in a very elegant, dimly lit entrance hall.
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Post by Jess on Aug 26, 2005 21:02:19 GMT -5
AHHH! This is soooo funny. Poor Frodo. Update soon!
Luv ya,
JJ
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Post by punklil007 on Aug 27, 2005 9:18:13 GMT -5
"Welcome to Hogwarts school of witch craft and wizardy Mr. Baggins." The woman said waveing her hand and the lamps on the walls ignited. Her eyes blazed like fire as she said it. "I know a wizard." He said simply, "His name is Gaundauf." THe woman had started up the stares, she turned and smiled at him, "Gaunduaf left our kind a long while ago. He chose to practice his own brand of magic that Hogwarts could not teach him." She turned and continued to climb the marble stairs. Frodo hurried to catch up. "Gaunduaf came-Here?" He asked puzzled. "Don't sound so suprised. All wizards and witches set foot in this school, alternate universe or not." She sighed. "So...where exactly am I?" Frodo asked looking around the vacated corridor. "Standing at the top of a marble staircase looking blankly around a hallway." The woman said sardonicly, "I told you already..." "I know, I know. Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. But where are the students? Shouldn't term have started?" The womans smiled faded completely from her face and her eyes were firery again. "This place has been closed for almost five whole years Frodo Baggins." She began to walk swiftly down the hallway, "Dumbledoor, who used to run this place had to go into exile because the darkest wizard, lord Voldemort, was after his life. I have kept it in order since then. I was going to be a teacher, but the cercumstances weren't so just. Bertie Bots every flavored beans,"they had reached a stond Gargole who, at the words, jumped aside. As Frodo was not used to seeing statues move, he stood gaping at the space where the Gargole had been until the woman pulled him through onto a winding staircase the moved steadily upwards. His legs were shaking when he stepped onto the solid ground at the top and found himself facing to oak doors with brass knockers shaped liked lions heads. The woman opened one of the doors and stepped inside, beconing him to follow. He got another shock as he passed a portrait next to the door as he entered. Was the person actually...breathing...and SLEEPING!!! Oh why, oh why hadn't Ganduaf told him about such a place as this. "Sit." She comanded and drew a chair out of thin air with her right hand. When he was finally situated (which took a while because the chair was far to big for a hobbit) he got a chance to look around. Similar portraits to the one he had seen apon his entrance hung on every wall and silver istruments that wirled and squeaked were neatly arranged on a table in the corner. A cabnet which seemed to contain a bloody sword, what was left of a diary and a silver basin was next to the large oak desk where the woman was sitting. It was clean except for a single gold coin that was nothing like an currency Frodo had ever seen. ON a shelf on the wall behind her was an old torn hat that he could've sworn smiled at him. And an empty golden perch sat right next to the woman. "What went there?" asked Frodo, pointing to the perch. He was very good with identifieing birds but there seemed to be no feathers anywhere. Perhaps it was just there for decoration. "That is not of importance. What is, is how you got here." She was fingering the piece of gold in her hands. "What is important, is who you are, as you seem to know who I am." Frodo gave her his best glare which didn't quite live up to the one she gave him next. "Manners." She said quietly and politely, "Are the key in friendships." a small smile etched its way onto her face,"I am Hermionie Granger. I went to this school when I was younger but I haven't tacken classes here since I was 17." A more nastalgic smile wormed its way across her lips. Frodo was getting impatient. "How did I get Here? And how do I get home?" He pouted, crossing his arms. "How you got here is only a matter of guess. Did you touch anything resembling this?" She held up the gold coin. "No-" Frodo racked his memorie. Then he remember hard metal on his bare feet before he was suddenly on the hill. "YES!!! I stepped on something in my garden!!!" Her smiled widdened slightly. "Wonderful. That was a transport gallion and I'm not sure how it got into your relm but I am absolutely positive how to get it out and get you back home." Frodo's spirits brightened and he straightened his back to show he was listening intenetly, "This is another transport gallion. If you touch them, you are automatically transfered to Hogwarts. They are a joke shop product, a Wezly Wizard Weazes I'm guessing. The only way to reverse the spell is to touch the same one that got you here." "But how come you aren't disapearing, you'e touching the coin!!! And what the bloody bullocks are Weasles Whatever Watsits?" Frodo squeaked unhappily. "I'm already here aren't I? Also, it doesn't work on wizards, its a ploi, muggle bating. I can't summon your coin because it's in a diffrent relm, therefore magic can't penitrate the barrier between worlds. If you had grabbed it-" "How could I have grabbed it? I was bloody steppoing on it!!! I didn't even SEE it!!!" Frodo squeaked again, "ANd what is a muggle?" "Not magic folk. Theres only one way to get it back though." "How?" Frodo didn't feel like listening anymore. "We'll have to make a reverse object, cast a spell or whatever Fred and George did to it to make it take you somewhere, to take you back home. NOte, you'll have to bring them both back and then we'll go from there. It could take months." "MONTHS!?!?!" Squeaked Frodo, louder than ever. "Months, a year maybe. Just because magic is magic doesn't mean it can fix everything, Mr. Baggins.
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Post by punklil007 on Aug 28, 2005 10:09:25 GMT -5
The next morning, Frodo awoke and wrenched back the red curtains around his bed, sleepily rubbing his eyes. When dressed, he headed back into the entrance hall and into what Hermionie had called the great hall. THere were four long tables and one heading the room. it was empty of people except for her and she was burried in a newspaper muttering. "Wheres breakfast?" He asked sitting down next to her. "It's over. You slept to late." His stumache growled uncomfortably. "Obviously witches haven't heard of second breakfasts." He muttered. "Oh No!!!" She cried, her eyes getting bigger and bigger as she read something Frodo couldn't, "Oh please...bloody hell no...please..." She slammed down the paper and jumped up. Frodo cought a glimpse of a tear streaked face before she spun around and disapeared from spot. "This place gets wierder all the time." He muttered, "There has got to be a place here that has food." Then, seeing a moving picture on the paper Hermionie had left behind, his curiosty getting the better of him, he picked it up and unfolded it. The headline read: HARRY POTTER: THE BOY WHO LIVED IS GONE Harry Potter disapeared last night after going to visit his friend Ronald Weaslebee. Ronald told the daily prophet, "He arrived at my house, we had dinner, a quick game of chess and a visit from his wife before he disapperated." His wife, Ginny Weasley, also said after spending a little longer with her brother and then returning home, "He was no where in sight. There was no damage, no dark mark. He wasn't dead. I'm guessing he was stunned, but he would've been on his gaurd, wouldn't he have?" This disapearal frightens us all, especially with Lord Voldemort on the loose. Has "the chossen one" really been finished? Is he really gone? Frodo's eyebrows creased. He certanly wasn't frightened. This boy was obviously an idiot who should've known better to then be out after dark. There was no explanation for it. He had gotten jumped on the way home. But it had said he disaperated, whatever that was. Frodo's stumache growled again. He stood up, pocketed the paper and made his way to look for the kitchens. As he passed a door with a long ago faded label he heard sobbing. He stopped and cracked the door open. It was obviously a bathroom. But a very dingy one at that. The sinks were cracked and the stall doors were hanging from their hinges. The crying was coming from one of these. The floor was soaking wet and Frodo had to pull his trousers above his ankles to avoid getting them wet. He pushed open the door. Dawned in a traveling cloak, her hair covering her face was Hermionie. "Hermionie!!!" He said astonished. She looked up and her eyes were suddenly angry. "Haven't-you-ever-heard-of-privacy-!!!Or-does-it-not-exist-where-you-come-from!!!" She waved her hand and Frodo flew backwards and hit the wall with an earspliting crack. "I'm sorry!!! I'm sorry!!!" He squealed, rubbing the back of his head and fleeing the bathroom. He stood in the hall massaging his his scalp until Hermionie appeared beside him. She gave him a small smile. "Sorry." She waved her wand and a jet of hot air hit Frodo as she dried his clothes off. "Was this Potter boy a friend of yours?" He asked, pulling out the newspaper and studying it. "Yes." She looked away, "That's why I have to go." "Go? Where? And leave me here? Are you crazy? With no second breakfasts and pictures that tell me to tuck my shirt in and stop staring? ARe you mental?" He was terrified to be here alone, especially with this Lord Voldymutt on the loose. "I need to see if he's alright or if this is another ministry mix up. I also need to get ingrediants from Ron and Ginny for the potion that will reverse the coins. These are things I don't have here and are nesicary." "But-you can't-you can't just-you can't...TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!" He had a sudden mental image of himself flying through the air on a broom stick, or whatever it was wizards and witches transported themselves on. "It's to dangerous." She said smiling slightly, "This castle has anti-dark magic spells and things so you'll at least be safe from Voldemort. But as for me...I need to see Ron and Ginny. Ginny will probably be in histerics. I might have to bring them back with me." She sighed and fastened the second wrung on her traveling cloak, "You are a good bloke Frodo, I don't need you getting into trouble. Take care." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before spinning in a circle once more and disapearing.
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Post by punklil007 on Aug 28, 2005 16:52:02 GMT -5
Frodo found it very easy to occupy himself without Hermionie around although the castle was terrifieing. He was often shouted at by the portraits, which, after a week still didn't make hime jump. He had arranged with the house elves (he had finally found the kitchen) To make second breakfasts and he no longer screamed when the horned owl that brought the paper every morning swooped down next to his cereal bowl. He had become acostumed to reading the Magic news and it was most interesting. Two people had been attacked by hooded Soul suckers called Dementors and a breakout from the wizard prison had caused histeria in the ministry. During the day, Frodo wandered through the castle and found the potions store and a room full of mirrors. One room was filled with food and wine and comfortable arm chairs. The food replinished itself so Frodo was in there so long, he forgot he had left the shirt at all before he looked at his pocket watch and headed to bed. he could not find the room later where the door had been when he had marked it on the map he was making from the quil and parchment he had found in a desk drawer. Hermionie had forbade him to go into the third flour corridor, outside anywhere and to be in bed before it got dark. One night, one of the first nights, he had stayed out later then she had told him to and he had to stumble back in the dark because the lamps automatically extinguished themselves. On this particular morning, he was halfway through his poached eggs and bacon bits when an owl fluttered down onto his chair and dropped the paper in his lap before departing. He glanced at it and was about to go back to eating when he did a double take. The headline read: GINNY WEASELY: FIRED FROM THE MINISTRY BY HEAD OFFICAL HERMIONIE GRANGER Ginny weasely angrily stormed out of the ministry friday evening after being fired from the Auror department by head Hermionie Granger. The row they had was not recorded by any ministry officals but Ginny left without comment except to say to the front desk lady, "tell fudge I'm taking a little vacation. No need to get worked up. Granger's got everything under control." As most people know, Hermionie Granger is still watching over the Hogwarts school until Voldemort is vanguished and Dumbledoor returns. She left her duty to come help on the search for Harry Potter, one of her dearest friends. When questioned after the arguement with herself and Mrs. Weasely, she said, "I needed her out of the ministry. She was much safer being in a hidden place half way across the world. Voldemort has spies in the wrong places, including the ministry and I didn't want her to get hurt." The ministry wonders if Ms. Granger is really showing her jelous side. Ginny and Harry have been together for almost 6 years, Ron Weaselbee tells the prophet *-"They got his name wrong again?" Frodo said, smiling slightly*- and Granger was never as nice to Ginny as she had been before they got together. Ms. Granger has never been married. Perhaps she's just being egotystical and she really is jelous of the Potter and WEasle girls relationship. Frodo spat a mouthfull of orange juice across the table. Hermionie? Jelous? No way. She was to sinsible to be jelous. "What's that your reading?" Frodo jumped a mile into the air, turning to see Hermionie Granger striding into the great hall, unbutonning her traveling cloak. Her hair was no longer bushy, but clung to her head in a wet sleak tight clump and was pulled back into a tight not at the back of her head. Her face looked hollow, as if she hadn't slept in nights and she was terribley pale. "Hermionie!!!" Frodo cried in excitement and then hastily tried to push the paper out of side. "Oh...the prophet...that rubish...I am not in love with Harry Potter Frodo. I am sad to say that I fired Ginny because she was not safe in the ministry, though Reata Skeeter thinks otherwise. I should turn her in. but I don't want to go back there. Chaos it is." Frodo gave a half hearted smile. "Are you-" "back for good? I don't know...but look what I've brought us." and she held out a collection of brightly colored plants.
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Post by Jess on Aug 28, 2005 16:55:44 GMT -5
Very good, Lil, but how would Frodo know if they'd gotten Weasleys' name wrong before? I lurve it anyways.
xxx Jesy
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Lyss118
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Post by Lyss118 on Sept 1, 2005 15:12:50 GMT -5
i really like this fic! its funny! can't wait for more! Are the brightly colored plants for the potion to get Frodo back home??
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Post by Spacey Caysie on Sept 13, 2005 2:45:46 GMT -5
I WANT MORE!!!!!!
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Post by punklil007 on Sept 13, 2005 12:57:23 GMT -5
Thanx.
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Sept 13, 2005 21:37:34 GMT -5
yayyyy i've finally read it and i like it alot!!!
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Post by punklil007 on Sept 24, 2005 18:55:25 GMT -5
The next morning Hermionie sat at the desk of the old potions classroom behind a bubbling potion that was giving off a disgusting puke green steam that smelled like onions, garlic and boiled eggs, measuring a crystal clear liquid into a vile while Frodo sat hugging his knees to his chest. "Well,"She said, pouring the vile into the potion which turned abruptly glassy red. She stirred it three times clockwise and three times counter clockwise, running her finger threw the text of a book. "Well?" Frodo asked looking up. "Now all we have to do is wait!" Frodo groaned and leaned his head into his arms. He was tired of waiting. "How long?" "What?" "I SAID how long till its finished?" " two weeks at least." He groaned again. "two weeks?" "Hey, it could've been two months but I know a loop hole." She said choping up one of the plants she had brought back and throwing the diced purple bits into the cauldren which bubbled again and turned an even deeper red. She pulled the gallion she had been fingering in her office from her pocket and dropped it into the potion which turned instantly pure clear, but Frodo could see the Gallion no where. He gasped and Hermionie Smiled. "When the spell is complete, the potion will be gone and all that will be left is the galleon." She got up, wiped her hands on a towel and began to pack up the things around her. Frodo stood awkwardly to one side. He had begun to like Hermionie an awful lot. From the ways she glanced at him and smiled before looking back down to the way her hair fell in front of her face while she wrote down additions to the potion in her book. He was extremely grateful for what she was doing for him and he often felt he should do something for her. That night, he lay in bed wondering. Should he get her a gift? He had no idea if there were any shops around here or anywhere in this universe for that matter, although there had to be some: Where else would Hermionie have gotten her clothing and wand and such. A favor? What could he do for her that she hadn't already done for him? As he pondered this, a loud *CRACK* filled the air. His whole body jumped and he rolled out of the bed. Holding up his candle so he could see, Frodo spun around. "Damn," a figure in a cloak that was obiviously tangled around his ankles, twisted this way and that to try to free himself. "a-" Frodo stopped short. He remebered something Hermionie had once said while they had sat long hours in the dungeon. "If you ever run into someone you don't reconize-a.k.a. anyone but me-DO NOT TALK TO THEM!!!" Frodo crouched silently in the shadow, eary light dancing across the room. "Never could aparate correctly-bloody hell it's cold in here-can't very well see-why would Hermionie leave the bloody lights off?OUCH!!!" The person ran into one of the beds, "I'll have to give her a little talking too-she neber seemes to get-" He had spotted the corner of glow from Frodo's candle, "bloody hell...Who's there?LUMOS!!!" HIs light ingnited, lighting up a very skiny face of a very skiny boy who still looked like he was 16. He had black messed up hair that fell at a strange angle over his forehead and glasses that were taped in the middle. His thin line of a mouth was parched and bloody and his robes were ripped in places. "Who are you?Tell me quick or I'll jinx you!!!" Frodo, shivering managed to splutter out a stream of undistinguishable words, "FrodofriendswithHermionie!!!DOn'thurtmewithwandythingy!!!I'mnotfriendswithVOLDYMUTT!!!" Frodo cowered, his arms over his head. The man lowered his wand.
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Post by Jess on Sept 24, 2005 19:44:01 GMT -5
HAHHA! I remember you saying that on the phone but I couldn't really understand what you said at the last part. I love the wand thingy. Got to go!
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on Sept 24, 2005 20:02:52 GMT -5
lol that was great...
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Post by punklil007 on Sept 25, 2005 8:27:30 GMT -5
that was part of a chapter. Not finished yet.
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Post by Spacey Caysie on Sept 25, 2005 15:30:03 GMT -5
I love that last sentence!
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