When the Dream Team MST The Hobbit

Chapter 1- A Very Unusual Event

"I'm bored," Ron Weasley muttered looking extremely bored and staring at his Chudley Canons poster.

"Me too," said Harry Potter. Then the two boys turned to look at the third member of their group, Hermione Granger. She had just opened a book (big surprise) and was about to start reading, when she noticed the boys staring at her with bored expressions on their faces.

"What?" she said giving them quizzical looks.

"Do you have any ideas of what we can do?" Harry asked. She looked longingly at her book, before she exclaimed.

"I know, let's read this book together," Hermione said and then brandished a green colored paperback. "It's supposed to be quite good, even though it was by a Muggle author."

Ron groaned. "It's by a Muggle? Then it will be boring," Ron complained. "Muggle literature is not all that bad, and plus this book is a fantasy book, meaning it has magic in it," replied Hermione matter-of-factly.

Ron shrugged. "Alright, but before you start I want to get something." He crossed the room and opened a chest in the corner. Out of it he grabbed a huge bag full of every type of wizarding candy in the world. "I've been saving it for a rainy day," he said while opening a package of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans and popping one in his mouth. Then he offered the bag to Harry.

Hermione rolled her eyes and opened the book once more and reading the title. "The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien."

Harry: Why does this guy use his initials?

Ron: No clue.

Hermione: Maybe he has a long name and just wants to shorten it. There are other authors who do that.

Ron: Name one.

Hermione: Well I did hear of this one called J.K. Rowling, but I haven't had the chance to read her works...yet.

Ron: Just nutters, that's what it is!

Harry: Let's read this before we decide that.

*Hermione starts to read.*

Chapter 1, An Unexpected Party. In a hole in the ground their lived a hobbit.

Ron: What's a hobbit?

Harry: Don't they mean rabbits, because it lives in a hole.

Hermione: Honestly, you guys, this is a piece of fantasy fiction. If it says hobbit, then it means hobbit.

Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, and sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

Ron: Who would want to live in a hole?

Harry: A hobbit would.

Ron: *sarcastically* Really? I didn't know that.

Harry: *smiles*

It had a perfectly round door like a port hole, painted green with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle.

Hermione: That's a great deal of description for just a door.

Ron: The author must have been very bored.

Harry: Probably

The door opened on to a tube shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with paneled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats-- the hobbit was fond of

Ron: Blast-Ended Skrewts?

Harry: Quidditch?
Hermione: You're both wrong it's...

visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of a hill--The Hill, as all the people for miles round called it--and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.

Hermione: Tolkien takes the cake for the longest sentences!

Harry: That's was one sentence? *disbelieving*

Hermione: Yes

Ron: Ugh! * spits out a bean that tasted like dirt* that was vile!

Hermione: You can be discreet about it, you know.

No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes),

*All three burst out laughing.*

Harry: Whole rooms devoted to clothes?

Hermione: Must be rich, but maybe he has a lot of relatives living with him.

Harry: It sounds like they were his rooms. If he has rooms full of clothes then he might be a lot like *shudders*

Ron: Lockhart!

Hermione: *glares at Harry and Ron before resuming the story*

Kitchens, dining rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage.

Ron: *catches an escaping Chocolate Frog and pops it into his mouth*

The best rooms were all on the left hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.

Ron: Ok, enough about this house.

Harry: Actually it's a hole.

Ron: Shut up, Harry. I want to see some action already! Enough details, lets hear about the hobbit already.

This hobbit

Ron: *mutters* Spoke too soon.

Harry/Hermione: *laugh at Ron*

Ron: *pouts*

Was a very well to do hobbit, and his...

Harry: Yes, Hermione?

Hermione: We are now done with the first page.

Harry/Ron: What?!?

Hermione: Yes and that was only the total of six and a half sentences.

All: *laugh*

name was Baggins.

Ron: His name is Baggins? *snorts* How dumb is that!

Hermione: Ron, quiet!

*Ron mutters.*

The Bagginses

Ron: That sounds worst than Baggins.

Harry: Ron...

Ron: Yes, Harry?

Harry: Shut up.

Had lived in the neighborhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and most people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected:

Harry: Well if to be respected you have to be normal, I would be exiled!

Ron: Yep, very true!

Hermione: No comment.

you could tell what a Baggins would say on any question without the bother of asking them.

Harry: Yes, I would be exiled; they sound just like the Dursleys.

This is the story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things, altogether unexpected. He may have lost the neighbors respect, but he gained--well you will see whether he gained anything in the end.

Ron: Finally! It might get interesting now! Woo hoo!

Harry: Ron, exactly how much candy did you have?

Ron: Um...*looks at the giant pile of wrappers sitting next to him*

Harry: No wonder you're so hyper!

Hermione: *snickers*

The mother of our particular hobbit-- what is a hobbit?

Harry: You tell us.

I suppose hobbits need some description

Harry: *looks up rolling his eyes* It's about time!

Hermione/Ron: *snicker*

nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us.

Ron: Big People? Do they mean Giants like Hagrid?
Hermione: No we are Big People; remember they are hobbits not humans.

Ron: Right, now only if we knew what hobbits were.

Harry: They sound kind of like the description for Santa Claus' elves.

Ron: They just live in holes and don't make toys.

Harry: That's what I'm thinking.

Hermione: Can I continue please?

Harry/Ron: Yes, Hermione.

They are (or were)

Harry: Can't he make up his mind?

a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded dwarves.

Ron: He just assumes we all know how big these dwarves are.

Harry: Yeah, but maybe he will explain something about dwarves later and that's why he's not now.

Hermione: Wow Harry...you make a good point.

Hobbits have no beards.

Ron: Good for them.

There is little or no magic about them,

Ron: Basically little Muggles.

Harry: Sounds about right.

Except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly

Harry: I thought it just said that they had no magic?
Ron: Yeah, now they can disappear?

Hermione: Let me continue, stop jumping to conclusions!

When large stupid folk like you and me

Ron: Hey! I take offense to that!

Hermione: He's trying to make a point Ron.

Harry: Plus he called himself large and stupid as well.

Ron: Good point.

*They are quiet for a second.*

Harry: What page are we on now Hermione?
Hermione: Page two, and we are only in the middle of the page.

Harry: I see.

come blundering along, making a noise like a elephants which can be heard a mile off.

Ron: I don't sound like an elephant.

Hermione: It is an expression Ron.

Ron: Um...ok.

Harry: Hobbits have good hearing.

Hermione: That's obvious, Harry.

Harry: I guess so.

They are inclined to be fat in the stomach; they dress in bright colors (chiefly green and yellow); wear no shoes, because their feet grow natural leathery soles and thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads (which is curly); have long cleaver brown fingers, good-natured faces

Ron: Weird little buggers aren't they...big, happy, fat guys who have hairy feet and live in holes.

Hermione: At least we have a description of them now.

Harry: They sound interesting, like no creature I know of in the magic or Muggle world.

Hermione: You have to remember, Harry, hobbits came from the mind of the writer, and of course they aren't real.

Harry: Yeah, but for some reason I think there will be magical beings and creatures in the books.

Ron: Yeah, it would be wicked if there were wizards.

Hermione: Ahem!

Ron: Right...witches too.

and laugh deep fruity laughs (especially after dinner, which they have twice a day when they can get it).Now you know enough to go on with.

Ron: Two dinners? Every night? Whoa, they could out-eat a Weasley any day.

Harry: Or Sirius... *Looks down at his feet for a moment before looking up.* It's still hard for me to accept, it happened so fast, and it was all my fault!

Hermione: Harry! I won't listen to you blame yourself, that horrible woman did it not you. She would have tried to kill him regardless anyways, that's just the type of hideous woman she is!

Ron: She's right, mate.

Harry nods, as the tears fall, him still staring at his feet. Ron and Hermione embrace him. They stay in that position for a few minutes, just letting Harry let out his emotions. Finally Harry pulls away and wipes the tears from his eyes.

Harry: Thanks guys.

Ron: Anytime Har.

Hermione: You're welcome.

At this moment something highly unusual and totally out of the blue occurs. The house starts to tremble, and a bright blazing light makes the three teens cover their eyes and tremble uncontrollably feeling highly alarmed. It seemed like it would never end, but then they heard a heavy thud and the lights stopped and the shaking stopped.

Harry especially, along with his friends thought that Voldemort must have played a part in that strange occurrence. It certainly was something none of them had ever experienced before. They then opened their eyes, dreading who or what they might see. Everything looked normal, just as it had been a minute ago...just one thing was out of place. A strange looking person was lying on Ron's bed and was motionless. Finally Harry broke the silence.

Harry: Well that was strange.

Ron: Sure was, do you think that guy's dangerous?

*They walk closer.*

Harry: He's got a sword!

Ron: He looks like a kid though.

Harry: A kid wielding a sword, strange world these days.

Hermione: He's not a kid!
Ron: Then what is he?

Hermione: He's a hobbit! Look he's got hairy feet, pointy ears, he's wearing green and he looks old but is the size of a child. Honestly, weren't the two of you even listening to me? He is a hobbit obviously!

Ron/Harry: Oh...

Harry: Think we should wake him?

Hermione: If only we were allowed to use magic during the summer, he would come to with a good Enervate.

Harry pokes the hobbit, which immediately curls up and starts muttering in his sleep. Harry pokes harder and the hobbit turns around and starts talking while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Sam? Is it time to go on already?"

Harry looked quizzically at the hobbit. The hobbit had dark curly hair and had big hairy feet, just like they were described. This particular hobbit wore brown breeches that went just past his knees, a matching jacket covering his white shirt, and finally a green-grey cloak that had a beautiful broach that was in the design of an opened beech leaf. Around the hobbits waist was a leather belt that had a black scabbard on it with the hilt of a short sword showing. The hobbit finally stopped rubbing his eyes and then looked up with his big, blue eyes, shock and fear was written all over his face. "Go away, leave me be please. I mean you no harm. Please don't take it from me."

The hobbit's voice sounded very pleasant with a clear British accent, yet he also sound scared, weak, and just plain defeated. Almost like Remus Lupin right before the full moon. Harry felt some kind of connection to this guy, he obviously had suffered like him, and he seemed to carry the weight of the world, just as Harry always felt. Harry felt he needed to reassure him. "We aren't going to hurt you. I'm Harry Potter; this is Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. You are currently in Ron's room at the Burrow. Who are you and how did you get here?"

The hobbit breathed a sigh of relief, and moved his hand from over his heart down to his side. Where his hand had been, Harry could clearly see a golden ring on a chain. The hobbit still looked a bit nervous, but spoke nonetheless. "I'm Frodo Baggins, a hobbit of the Shire. I have no clue how I got here, I was sleeping one minute and the next I know I'm here. Sam is going to be so worried."

Ron: Who is Sam?
Frodo: My loyal friend and companion.

*Hermione looks up from The Hobbit wearing an excited expression.* Do you know Bilbo Baggins?
Frodo: Bilbo! Of course I know Bilbo, he's technically my cousin, but I've called him "uncle" my whole life.

Hermione: Well, we were just reading this story about him. *She shows him.*

*Frodo gasps in surprise as he realizes what it is.*
Frodo: This is incredible. It's Bilbo's book, only it was written by this person J.R.R. Tolkien.

Hermione: Wait a sec, I think I read about these things called cross dimensional portals, and only just now I remembered about them. Nobody knows how they appear, but when they do people from other dimensions can be transported to our dimension.

Ron: So let me get this straight, he just came from this other dimension and is a hobbit like what you've been reading about?

Hermione: Exactly.

Ron: This is too weird.

Hermione: I'm thinking Frodo that the only way to get you back to Middle Earth is by talking to Dumbledore, he will no what to do.

Frodo: Who is he?

Harry: The most powerful wizard around.

Frodo: Oh ok, he sounds like Gandalf.

Harry: Who is that?

Hermione: I'm thinking that since Frodo is going to stay with us awhile, he will be able to tell us this all later. Until then, I'm reading.

Harry/Ron: Yes, Hermione.