A/N: This story takes place at the beginning of OotP (HP) and near the end of RotK (LOTR) (after the final battle, a few days before Aragorn's coronation.)

Chapter 1: The forest's end

"This way! I think the forest is ending! I can see a break in the trees!"

"I see nothing. It may seem near to your keen elven eyes, Legolas, but it'll be no more than a mile away at the closest."

"Still, it is some comfort to know that we are nearing the end of this seemingly never-ending wood"

For countless days the fellowship had trudged through the forest, and they would be more than happy to see it end. Their food supply was waning, none of them (save Legolas) were very fond of forests, and Legolas and Gimili were forever arguing about the abilities of elves and dwarves. But that was not the worst of it. Many nights ago, they had fallen asleep at home in their beds, and woken up to find themselves in this dark, mysterious forest that none of them had ever seen before. Frankly, they were dead lost. They didn't even know if they were still in Gondor, or even in middle earth. "Legolas, you may think that your sight is something, but compared to the strength of dwarves! Now that, my friend, is quite the phenomenon! You have not lived 'till you have seen a dwarf…" Gimili had begun another one of his rambles about one of the many great qualities of dwarves, and of course, no one was paying attention. Merry turned to Aragorn. "Not very humble, is he?!" Aragorn smiled. "Well, that's dwarves for you. When you have roamed middle earth as much as I, you will learn that you must speak to them with caution. They are among the proudest of creatures, and easily insulted."

"Look ahead! I can see the edge of the forest, and I am no elf!" this time it was Frodo that spoke. And his words were true. Not 100 paces up ahead, the trees ended, and a field of grass was visible beyond. The hobbits, all of whom were eager to see the sunlight, began to run towards the forest's end. The rest of the fellowship followed. Pippin was the first to step out of the trees, and an unexpected sight met his eyes. "It's-it's-why, that's a CASTLE!" said the surprised Pippin.

"Peregrin, my friend, you must be joking. I know of no real castle that is on the edge of a forest as great as this." Said Gandalf "If you are indeed looking at a real castle, and your eyes do not deceive you, then we are no longer in Gondor."

"No master Gandalf, his eyes don't deceive him! It's real, come see for yourself!" this time it was Sam who spoke. By now the rest of the company had reached the edge of the forest, and they all saw the same thing as the hobbits had seen. "Well that's a castle if I've ever seen one! I hope its inhabitants wouldn't mind a few guests, for I could use a good, hot meal, and a proper bed." Said Gimili. "That is a lot to hope for." Said Legolas. "This Castle could be home to nasty villains, for all we know. What do you say, Gandalf?"

Gandalf thought for a moment before replying. He than said: "Legolas is right, there could be enemies behind the doors of this castle. However, this may be the only civilization for miles. I think we should give it a try." Frodo smiled. "Than to the castle it is!"

And so the fellowship set off for the great iron gates of the mysterious castle, for what was to be the beginning of their next adventure.

Chapter 2: The Man at the Gates

It wasn't long before the fellowship arrived at the gates. They were locked, and contained no knocker of any sort. There weren't even any guards! After much deciding, they came to the decision that one of them should try shouting up at the castle. After even more deciding, they concluded that it should be Aragorn. Aragorn cleared his throat, looked up at the castle, and spoke in the loudest voice he could without sounding obnoxious. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, king of Gondor. My companions and I come in peace, but we have been traveling for many days and would like some food and rest. Please let us in, and we will explain ourselves fully! After about 5 minutes of waiting, a hook-nosed, greasy-haired man appeared dressed in black robes, holding a set of keys. "He doesn't look very friendly, does he Pip?!" Merry whispered to Pippin. The man stared at the company for awhile, and then began to speak. "Who are you, and what business do you have here at Hogwarts?" he said in a grim, monotonous voice. The fellowship was starting to get the idea that this was not a very friendly place. Aragorn stepped forward. "Give us your name, and we will give you ours."

"I am Severus Snape, and I am the potions master."

"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, former ranger of the north and future king of Gondor. This is Legolas of Mirkwood, Gimili of Moria, Meriadoc, Peregrin, Frodo and Samwise of the shire, and of course Gandalf the white wizard. They noticed that Snape's eyes widened at the mention of wizard, and he began to look mildly interested. "Wizard, eh? Is this 'Gandalf" the only wizard of you lot?"

"Yes, Master Severus, he is the only wizard in our company."

"Well, than he is the only one I can allow to enter this castle, and I can't allow even him through these gates until he been inspected."

"I assure you, we all come in peace-"

"Do you really think that I am going to let any wizard who says he is good into this castle barely a month after the dark lord Voldemort has regained his body and is returning to power?!" Snape looked very frustrated and angry. His words had left the fellowship quite confused, but had made it evident that they were out of middle earth completely and has arrived in some new land called 'Hogwarts' in a time of great peril. But, it was a comfort to know that the inhabitants of this castle weren't working for whatever dark lord was troubling this place. Snape began to speak again, more calmly.

"Show me your left forearms. If you do not have a mark, I will escort you to the headmaster's office, and he can deal with you there."

The fellowship had no idea what this 'Severus' person was talking about, but they did as they were told. Snape inspected their arms.

"Hmm… I see that there are no deatheaters among you. Very well, you may come in, wizards or not. You will walk in a line behind me and stay together, and if any one of you goes missing, the consequences will be severe. Snape put the key in the lock, turned it, and the gates begun to slowly creak open. The fellowship formed a line behind Snape, and feeling like prisoners, trudged across the grounds and through the great door of the castle.

Chapter 3: Dumbledore the Wise

The journey to and through the castle had been far from boring and uninteresting. On their way, they had passed an enormous, hairy man who seemed friendly, but took too much interest in the hobbits for anyone's likening. The castle itself was big and beautiful. It looked like it was made to be lived in by a couple hundred, yet seemed nearly uninhabited. That was not the strangest thing, though. The walls were covered in lovely paintings- all if which were moving and talking as though they were alive! Merry, Pippin, and the other hobbits had been interrogating Snape with the silliest of questions, while Snape looked like he was one question away from slapping their small faces. Finally, they reached two stone gargoyles that were guarding a door. The gargoyles, like the paintings, seemed to be alive! Snape muttered something to one of them, and they immediately moved aside, allowing Snape and the fellowship to enter. Once on the other side of the door, they found themselves walking up a stone staircase, toward another door. Snape pushed open this door, revealing a medium sized, round room. The room was full of the most peculiar objects, and its walls were decorated with portraits of many men and women, all of whom seemed to be sleeping. In the center of the room, there was a large desk, with a chair on either side. "Just wait here for a moment; the headmaster will be with you shortly." Snape said, and turned around to leave. "Bye bye, Sevie!" Pippin called after him. Snape turned around, scowled at the giggling hobbits, and left. Pippin felt a hand grasp his shoulder, and turned around to see Gandalf glaring at him. "Peregrin, you arrogant little hobbit! You must be more polite to the people you meet."

"S-sorry master Gandalf, Snape is just such fun to tease! But I won't do it again, I promise."

"You better not, you fool of a Took! You'll gain us an awful reputation in this land before we've spent even a day here!"

With that, Gandalf cuffed Pippin on the back of his head, and sat down in one of the chairs. It wasn't long before an old man appeared. He was dressed in dark purple robes, and had a very long, white, beard. His blue eyes shone with kindness behind the half-moon spectacles perched on his crooked nose. He smiled, and sat down in the chair opposite Gandalf. The fellowship could already tell that this was a kind man, much kinder a man than Snape. "Ah, well this is interesting. A dwarf, an elf, two men and four little people whose species I'm not quite sure of. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am headmaster here at HogwartsSchool of witchcraft and wizardry. Who might you be, where are you from, and how did you come to be here?"

"My name is Gandalf the white, formerly Gandalf the grey, and I am pleased to meat you, Albus Dumbledore. We came here from the land of Middle Earth around five days ago by mistake, and I am not entirely sure how."

"I am pleased to meet you also, Gandalf. Severus tells me you're a wizard. Is this true?"

"It is. I am a wizard of the land called Middle Earth. They call me the white wizard."

"Would it please you to know that I am a wizard also?"

"Really?"

"Yes, I am. So is Severus and nearly everyone else living in this castle."

"Are you considered a great wizard?"

"I consider myself competent."

"And I myself. What do they call you here?"

"Oh, just Dumbledore mostly. Or Albus, for those who know me well. In my youth, I was sometimes called Al, but I'm rarely called that anymore, seeing as most that knew me back then are dead now."

Dumbledore and Gandalf conversed like this for awhile. They seemed to b becoming fast friends. The rest of the fellowship stood behind them awkwardly, waiting for the old wizards to finish. The hobbits, however, were running around the office and examining Dumbledore's many interesting objects. Sam picked up an old hat. It didn't seem too exiting, so he put it on, and it screamed "Hufflepuff!" This scared Sam so much that he left Dumbledore's things alone. Finally, Gimili spoke up.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but this isn't the time to chat. We need to know why we're here, and how we can get back. And we could use some decent food." Gandalf gave Gimili an angry look, but Dumbledore merely laughed. "Well, I'll need to think about that for awhile. I'm afraid you can't stay here, for the Filch has just cleaned the school for the students who will be arriving in the fall. But I know a place where you can stay. To take you there, I must first take you outside the school grounds. Follow me!" Dumbledore got up, and began walking towards the door. Most of the fellowship followed him.

"But-but mister Dumbledore, sir!" this time it was Sam who spoke. "We are all still very confused. We don't even really know where we are!" Dumbledore smiled at Sam. "Don't worry, young Samwise." (Gandalf had told Dumbledore everyone's name) "All will be revealed soon enough."

And with that, they all began to make there way out of Hogwartsr document here...