The Boy Who Lived and the Hobbit. (A Harry Potter/Hobbit Crossover.)

Chapter 28: Or There and Back again.

"Enverate." Harry shot at Bilbo getting him back up. 

"Did we... did we win?" Bilbo asked confused.

"Oh, we won alright." Harry answered looking downward at the battle below, and the remaining Orcs being routed away. "Part of it thanks to the Order of the Phoenix." He pointed to the Order of the Phoenix. 

"This Dumbledore's Army or something?" Bilbo asked.

"Eh... not exactly." Harry answered. He then noticed Hagrid walking up to him. Something that Bilbo had taken notice of. He wasn't as big as Beorn though. "Oh, Bilbo. This is Rubeus Hagrid. Our Care of Magical Creatures Professor and Game Keeper." He introduced.

"'ello there!" Hagrid greeted Bilbo. "Sorry we were late to the party, Harry. We got word from Fawkes that you need 'elp so-" 

"Nothing we couldn't handle, Hagrid." Harry assured. 

"Well, I should hope so. I'd hate to have all that time we spent in Defense Against the Dark Arts go to waste." Lupin interrupted with a grin. 

"And this is my old Professor, Remus Lupin. And old friend of my Dad's." Harry introduced to Bilbo. "And this here is Bilbo Baggins of the Shire."

"At your service." Bilbo quickly nodded his head. 

"Are you a-" Lupin started to ask.

"Hobbit? Yes." Bilbo answered. "And good friend of Harry Potter." 

Harry also turned to see Ron and Ginny being smothered all over by their parents, Arthur and Molly.

"I'm fine, Mum. I'm not hurt." Ginny assured.

"Oh of course you'd say that. You have any idea how worried your father and I were when we heard where you'd gone?!" Molly shrieked.

"We were trying to help Harry, Mum." Ron tried to say.

"Well you and Ginny don't exactly have a good reputation when it comes to danger, need I remind you?" Molly reminded Ron. 

"No, you don't." Ron replied. He knew it was just easier to let his Mother hear what she wanted to hear. He and Ginny also decided not to tell the story of the 

"Harry!" Molly looked over to see Harry just fine as her voice went soft. "You're not injured, are you, dear?"

"Um... no. I feel fine." Harry answered. "Just fine." 

"Oh, you were so lucky. Dumbledore had told us about what was going on in Middle Earth, we rushed here as quickly as we could." Molly said.

"Sorry it took so long though." Arthur added. "But at least we were able to get here when we did." 

"Eh... a few more minutes earlier would've been nice." Bilbo admitted. 

"Bilbo." Thorin had suddenly called.

And Bilbo had turned to see Thorin. "Thorin!" He ran over. "Are you okay? Are you... back to... normal?" He asked.

"I'm fine. I finally broke free of the Sickness of the mind-" Thorin tried to stand. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. OW!" He felt pain as he tried to put pressure on his wounded foot. 

"Oh!" Bilbo felt the pain in his own foot. "Sorry." 

"I'll be fine, I think. Might not walk the same again." Thorin assured. Then he turned to Harry and Bilbo both. "Harry, Bilbo. I owe you my life. And the life of my bloodline. I take back my words and my deeds at the gate. You two did what only true friends would do. I can only ask that you forgive me. I was too blind to see. And I'm so sorry that I have led you and your companions into such peril."