"Are you sure this is going to work Hermione?" Asked Harry, worried about what the implications of magic-ing a TV might be.

"I'm sure" she said firmly. "Look I've read all about it, and I really want to be able to watch the soaps." Whoever would have thought Hermione Granger of all people would have become addicted to television after a mere six weeks? Because of the magic surrounding Hogwarts, muggle electronics didn't work, but Hermione was sure she had the solution.

After an hour of casting several charms and spells on the television, a red light finally appeared below the screen and she knew that it was done. When she switched it on there was excitement from the entire common room.

"What is that thing?" Asked Lavender Brown, a pure-blood with little intelligence of anything muggle-related.

"It's a television," stated Dean Thomas. "Hey! That means I can watch West Ham matches!"

"As long as it doesn't clash with Eastenders," (which was beginning to start) said Hermione who was staring transfixed at the screen.

"So you can see people…" Started Ron. "You can hear them… Can you touch them?" He asked pointing his finger at the screen.

When Ron touched the screen, rather than touching the glass he felt himself sinking through. It wasn't until his body started to fade in and out of existence that anybody noticed what was happening. Harry only had time to shout "Ron!" before he disappeared completely.

"Where's he gone?" People were muttering all around the room. Even those who had never seen a television before in their lives knew that this was wrong.

"He's on the screen!" Shouted Neville, who pointed out a short ginger boy stood outside the Queen Vic looking very confused.

"Told you it wasn't going to work Hermione," muttered Harry before grabbing her arm and saying "I suppose we're going to have to go in after him."

As Harry touched the TV both him and Hermione (who was still being held by Harry) began to fade out of Hogwarts and into the fantasy world.

Everyone crowded tighter to have a look at what was happening.

"Where are we?" Demanded Ron who looked quite pale.

Hermione looked around, "I thought so, we're in Albert Square," she said matter-of-factly.

"Albert Where? Oh it doesn't matter. I just want to know how we get out."

Hermione frowned. "I have no idea, this wasn't supposed to happen. It must be a side effect from having electronics at Hogwarts."

"Great on-" Ron started, but was interrupted by a very loud redhead.

"RICKY!" The woman shouted while marching across the square. When she spied the three strangers she stopped and turned to them. "Who the 'ell are you lot? And more importantly, have you seen my Ricky? Ricky Butcher?"

Ron shook his head, not knowing what to say to this strange fashion-abomination, but Hermione said in a friendly tone, "Have you tried the Arches?"

"Well of course I bloody 'ave!" Said the ginger, obviously in a very agitated mood.

Just then a big, beefy, balding man stepped out from the doors of the pub. "Arite, keep you're voice down. What d' you want Bianca?"

The woman suddenly became much quieter before saying "I'm looking for Ricky, you seen him?"

While the two Londoners began chatting the three teenagers slipped away. "What was that all about?" said Ron angrily. "We've been here five minutes are we get attacked by some woman with a stupid accent."

"She's from London" said Harry calmly. "That's why she was talking like that. Anyway, Hermione how are you planning on getting us out of here?"

"I have no idea."

Just then Neville shifted on his seat and the television flashed, changing the scene. He pulled out a rectangular object and people gasped.. "Neville…" Said Dean Thomas in a worried voice. "I think you've just changed channel.

Harry, Ron and Hermione felt themselves slowly start to disappear in the same way they did when they were sucked into the television in the first place.

When they reappeared Ron sighed. They were in a school, but they weren't back at Hogwarts.

"Hermione? Please tell me we're not where I think we are…" Said Harry slowly with fear in his voice.

"I'm sorry Harry. The worst has happened… We're in… Glee!"