Frodo felt the cold of the ring in the centre of his palm, he felt its possessive pull attempting to trick him into wearing it, and so he submitted to its evil will. The dimensions of his surroundings started to mesh together to blur the lines between reality and void, and Frodo felt the sinister force of the ring endeavour to bedevil him with its supernaturality. In the distance, he could see the figure of a boy around his age. “Is anyone there?” The boy called throughout the fog. “W-Who are you?” Frodo felt his heart hammer within his chest as whomever that was in the midst of approaching him bore no resemblance to the evil spirits that he had grown accustomed to visualising. “Potter. Harry Potter, and you?” The fog started to part to reveal the stranger from within it, it was a boy with a scar on his forehead, he had round glasses that perched upon his nose, and a wand in his hand. “A-A wizard?! You?” Frodo pointed at the wand in disbelief. Harry looked around to find himself in a completely different setting to before, he had caught sight of a ghostly figure within the Forbidden Forest and decided to follow it. He wasn’t in the Forbidden Forest, not anymore. “W-Where am I?” Harry revolved around on his heel to distinguish his surroundings, he appeared to be disturbed by his circumstances. “This is.. the Old Forest… and my name is… Frodo Baggins.” Frodo tried to explain to him, he endeavoured to pull the ring off his finger. “What’s this?” Harry picked up the fallen ring. “No! You mustn’t!” Frodo snatched it out of his hands. “What are you?” Harry narrowed his eyes at him, he couldn’t tell if he was muggle-born or a goblin. “Are you perhaps a muggle?” Harry scratched his chin and fixed his glasses. “W-What’s that?” Frodo scratched his head and hid the ring under his shirt. “I’m a hobbit!” Frodo exclaimed after a offensive silence ensued between them. “A… hobbit? I didn’t know they even existed!” Harry couldn’t believe his own eyes.