Wow, I've been sick recently and reading too much :/

It's time to update.

The Small, Mysterious Creature at Hogwarts

Bilbo Baggins sat on an oversized black chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. He relished in the fact that he was drinking a spot of tea after several months of scavenging in the outdoors. He hadn't eaten fish in a month, properly seasoned fish in three months, and a savory mushroom stew in what seemed like forever. This teatime was a very different change to the life he'd been living half a day ago.

He sighed as he placed the teacup onto the tiny plate. "This is wonderful, Master Dumbledore," Bilbo stated, a smile curling his lips.

The wizard didn't respond with words at first, he responded with a gleam in his eyes. But then, he said, "I see your twisted hair and state of clothing. Were you running away from something, perhaps?"

"A fine guess, certainly," Bilbo responded. "But no."

"Hmm," the elder across from the hobbit looked up at the paintings on his walls before he questioned once more.

"Hmm… a war? A battle?"

Bilbo let out air through his lips. He picked up his teacup, swirled it once, and took a sip. "Not a war, but yes, I guess, for a battle. But I don't really think that it will come to that, if it all goes well then we should be able to kill it before it wakes up and notices us. 'It had not been seen in multiple years so it's probably sleeping' is what Balin said. But then again I haven't really seen it and a lot of details have been left out of the deal so I'm not really sure about how or what's going to happen—" Bilbo's hand was unconsciously waving his cup around left and right, twirling it.

"Calm down, slowly," Dumbledore coaxed and Bilbo's eyes widened, realizing where he was. "What is this thing you're talking about? What's this 'deal' you speak of? What would the battle be about?"

Bilbo froze, he stared at his tea.

Pristine white. The cup gleamed the light and he saw his own melted golden eyes in the reflection. The tea was slightly brown and very sweet—similar to his own chamomile tea that his mother used to make for them at home. There was not a ripple in the surface and was the same brown color all around and—"-lbo, Bilbo?" His thoughts were interrupted.

"Yes?" the hobbit asked hesitantly, fingers curling around the arm of the cup.

"I will not force you to answer my questions but I would advise it as wise to do so. Perhaps I could help. I offer any help to those who ask for it."

"..."

Out of the corner of Bilbo's eye, a circle appeared into the tea, halfway empty. It slowly wrung out towards the sides before it crashed. The top tea flew over the surface tea and merged back together and returned to the center in the ring circle.

A wrinkly hand hit the desk in front of Bilbo. "It seems we have a visitor…" Dumbledore said ominously, looking at the door. "I don't suppose you could hide again?"

Bilbo stayed in his chair, his eyes frozen as he looked, transfixed, at a blank space. His hands subconsciously slid over his dirty red coat and up and under his vest pocket. He held the ring in his hand when the room started to rumble. He felt his whole body shake and he held onto his ring tightly.

"Ah, it's Severus," Dumbledore recognized, his certain voice trailing off in the silenced room.

In response, the hobbit put the ring around the top of his index finger and he immediately disappeared from a normal person's view. Dumbledore stood several feet in front of the door, his frame hiding the two hot cups of tea and chair angled towards his desk.

The door opened after a few seconds and a middle aged man in a black cloak went away from the golden sandy steps.

"Headmaster, have you noticed that there is someone wandering around the halls? It is near midnight."

Albus's eyebrows rose. "Yes, I suppose I have noticed."

"When why are you here? We must find them before Umbridge hears. She'll take us over before we'd initially thought if she finds out we've accidentally let someone—something in."

"I know who the perpetrator is," Dumbledore curtly stated, his left shoulder turned outwards and Snape was given the view of the teacups and chair.

"What? What is this? Why would you invite them in? Where are they now?" Snape's questions fervently rushed out of his mouth.

Bilbo bit the inner lining of his cheek and sunk down in his chair.

"He's not a problem, just was a little lost and needs to find his home."

"What? H-How? You make no sense…" the words slipped out of Severus' lips.

"Perhaps you could speak with him."

Fire burned in Bilbo's eyes. The dull grey world was all around him. Not only did he feel betrayed but also empty.

"W-Where is he? In the chair?" Snape asked, uncertainly laced in his words.

A pressing question was on the tip of the hobbit's tongue. He stood from the chair, pushing off from the arms, and stood to face them.

"Why is it that you saw me?" Bilbo asked, holding onto the ring enclosed around his index finger.

Snape jumped in fear, his eyes jumped towards the voice.

Dumbledore responded, "It's not that I see you, Bilbo, I could hear you even when you were softly padding around on your toes."

Bilbo furrowed his eyebrows, he twisted his ring once counterclockwise.

"What is this magic, Headmaster? He is completely invisible?"

"I'm afraid I don't know, Severus, as he came from a foreign land. But maybe you should ask him that, he is right there anyways."

"Reveal yourself," words slithered out of Snape's mouth. "What are you trying to do at this school? Cause trouble? Destruction?—"

"Severus, be civil and he will," Dumbledore scolded.

"I don't suppose you have any more tea, Master Dumbledore?" Bilbo asked.

As Albus nodded tersely, Bilbo took his ring off while his hand was hidden in his pocket.

Color rushed into his vision and the fog disappeared as if a great light source expelled it.

Severus saw a child, shorter than the elbow of his arm. He had curly, honey colored hair and was wearing a red tailcoat and gold vest. There were sticks and stones tangled in his hair and when Snape's eyes trailed down, he noticed the noteably large bare feet he had. His attire was not of that of the muggles nor his stature.

"You're not a muggle?" Severus asked, still skeptical.

"What is a muggle? Do I look like one?" Bilbo responded with a question, eyes shifting to Dumbledore near the bookshelves.

"Muggles are non-magic humans," Dumbledore supplied.

"Men? I thought that all men had no magic? So there are magical humans?" Bilbo inquired.

"Yes, we call them wizards and witches," Dumbledore answered.

"But Gandalf's not a human? Or is he? I frankly cannot tell. Well, I do believe he has lived much longer than men, he didn't age a day once he saw me at my home before the journey…" Bilbo trailed off.

Severus interrupted, "What is this creature then?" and he pushed his questioning thought of living longer in the back of his mind.

"Excuse me, Master Severus, but I am a hobbit. Although I may be of a small stature and non-magical I would bet that I could beat you in a battle of clonkers." Bilbo stated the fact with his arms crossed around his chest and his nose tilted slightly upwards.

Snape's own nose scrunched up. "Hobbit? Clonkers? Where are you from?"

"I am from Middle-Earth and I would advise you to not fight with me, we are very hardened from our journey."

"We?" Snape looked to his Headmaster. "Headmaster, are there more intruders?" Dumbledore looked at the hobbit, hoping he would answer.

"No," Bilbo clasped his hands behind his back and he began to pace. "No, my friends were separated from me. I just woke up here what I presume to be a few hours ago."

"'Woke up here? Woke up where?" Snape asked.

"There is a forest near the entrance? Correct? I came across some very nasty-looking horses on the way here. They were dark, scaly looking things and were not friendly. I would have bet that they'd've tried to eat me if I didn't do anything—"

"The Forbidden Forest? You just appeared there?" Snape continued his inquisition.

"Yes, now if you'd just allow me some time to explain," Bilbo snapped, patience wearing thin. "I am a hobbit from the Shire from Middle Earth, my companions were traveling and all of a sudden I was transported alone into the Forbidden Forest. That's it, that's the story." Bilbo sat down onto the chair, he took a sip of his tea and became disappointed because it had grown cold.

"I do not believe there is a race called 'hobbits'," Severus stated.

"Yes, Severus," Albus replied, "Not in our world, but his."

Bilbo twiddled his thumbs on his lap. "I just want to get back to my company, it is dire that they finish their quest."

Dumbledore talked through his books and took one out of its spot before he walked towards his desk and sat down.

"I suppose we have a lot to discuss. Please, Severus, take a chair. This issue will be of upmost importance in Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts? What's that?"

"Hogwarts is a place where witches and wizards hone and grow their skills."

"All… all of those children were... had magic?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Because we only have five in Middle-Earth and they are the most powerful people for miles and miles."

"Really, I never would've guessed we'd be so scarce."

Severus reluctantly pushed a chair to the desk. "I guess there are a lot of differences then, hobbit?"

"Bilbo," the hobbit filled in, "And believe it or not, but I am not a child, I'm 50, I tell you, and I've seen your glances."

After the small chiding, Snape's teeth pulled on the innards of his lip.

Dumbledore furrowed his eyebrows as he said, "Just start from the beginning, who are your companions and what was your home like? What is your journey? Quest?"

"I am traveling with twelve dwarves and a wizard to retake Erebor from a fire breathing dragon."

This is so good I love this so much surprisingly. I hope you enjoyed as much as I did.

This took me a good couple of hours in the car to write (was a passenger) but I'm overly happy.

This will probably be the last "talking" chapter with "expostition". We gotta get into the MEAT, into the UMBRIDGE, into the—ya get it already…

Have a nice day, night, midnight, week.

Bye.