Disclaimer: I don't own Disney, I am not Marty Sklar, or Roy, or even Michael Eisner (Thank God). I just worship them. Minus Eisner. He's a butt. I don't own Harry Potter, I just worship J.K. Rowling, and prays she writes more after the seventh book. I, however do own the following; Disney World for kids 2002, Disney World 2003, The Imagineering Way, Disney's Imagineering, Designing Disney, The Art of Disney Architexture (okay, so I own more books about Disney then that, sue me), Harry Potter and the Sorccers Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix on CD, Harry Potter and the Sorccers Stone VHS, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets DVD, Harry Potter and the Prinsoner of Azkaban bootleg, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban on DVD, Magical Beast and Where To Find Them, Quidditch Through the Ages, Harry Potter Day Calendar, around three hundred Harry Potter Trading Cards, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Soundtrack, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets for Easy Piano, Harry Potter and the Sorccers Stone postcards, two posters, three magazines... I should have a list of all the cards I have pretty soon...

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, if you want to skip the traveling part, I suggest you skip to chapter 3

Chapter 1: Traveling

"Great! We're just on time."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, and Mrs. Weasly had just arrived at the London airport.

"I wish I was going," sighed Ginny. "You're so lucky, Hermione."

Hermione beamed. "I've wanted to go since I was six. My parents always told me that it was fake. But now, that I graduated and I'm engaged." She glanced at Ron. "They finally agreed."

"I've never got to go to any theme parks with the Dursley's, and I want to see what the big deal is."

"You'll love it," Hermione assured him.

"The only reason I'm going," Ron whispered in Harry's ear. "Is so I can spend two weeks, unsupervised with my girlfriend."

Harry laughed. "Just don't get to lovey-dovey around me, or I'll tell your mum."

"Speaking of Mom..." Fred cut into there convo. "Lecture should be coming up in about three–"

"Two–" said his twin.

" One."

"Now you five, I hope you all have a lovely time in Disney World. But remeber DON'T do ANYTHING stupid..." She glanced at her sons, who had never been alone in the muggle world before. "Don't forget to write. Don't use magic in front of the muggles. Don't blow all your money at once. Fred, George, please, don't get arrested for mistreatment of muggles. It would put such shame on your father, after all, he is minister. That reminds me... Accio Wizard Weazes." She walked over and gave them all hugs and kisses. When she reached Hermione, she slipped a fifety into her hands. "Thanks for getting them out of the house. Don't let Ron do anything stupid to you." Mrs. Weasly whispered.

"Thanks," Hermione muttered.

"Bye!" Called Ginny and Mrs. Weasly. "We'll miss you!

As soon as they passed security, Fred and George took off. "We'll see you on the airopain!"

"So what should we do while waiting? We have a good thirty minutes before the plain boards." Harry said.

Ron sniffed the air. "I smell cookies!" And he was off.

"So what shall we do?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Do you want to look in the shops?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Hence fourth, Harry spent the next thirty minutes getting dragged around to souviner and book stores.

At half pass ten (at night),they all met at there gate. Hermione had bought a half dozen books, that she was now flipping through. Ron was telling anyone who'd listen about the amazing cookie flavors they had, ("I mean, who ever heard of sugar cookies? They're amazing"). Fred and George where looking through a bag of muggle items, talking in low voices about new weazes.

"Now boarding flight number 464, service to Orlando Florida. We'll start boarding seats over twenty-six."

"That's us!" Hermione squealed.

They boarded the plane. Fred and George sat in front of the trio("I don't want you hexing us behind our backs.") Harry chose the window seat, saying that Ron and Hermione wouldn't need it. They'd stare into each others eyes instead.

The flight was long and boring. They rented this thing called a DVD player. Apparently Harry was so famous that some muggles made four movies from him life; his first four years at Hogwarts. They had rented Harry's third year, and had a happy time abusing it.

"It always looks worst when you're watching yourself get hurt." Harry comented on the Womping Willow.

"That girl looks nothing like me!" Hermione complained.

"Follow the butterflies... Sounds like fun..."

"That who plays Draco is HOT!" Hermione said. Ron glared. "But not as cute as you." She ammended quickly.

"I have a twin!" Ron squealed happily.

After that laughable presentation, they went off into their own worlds. Hermione was reading, what's new? Harry and Ron were playing chess. Among the noise was Ron complaining that the figures didn't move, therefor was boring, and Hermione's clicking of tongue every now and then..

After many (long, boring, tedious) hours on the plane, they arrived in bright sunny Florida.

"Coffee... Must drink... Coffee..." Ron yawned.

"Wow, it's so bright and sunny! I can't wait to go swimming!"

"Niether can I," Ron muttered in Harry's ear.

"Where's Fred and George?" Harry asked, not really caring.

"Over there." Hermione pointed to two red heads bent over a piece of parchement. "What in the world are they doing now? If they're doing anything that's going to get your dad in trouble..."

"Oy! Fred, George, over here!" Ron called. The twins jammed the paper into their jean pockets, and slid over to the three. Hermione glared at them. "What? Said George. We weren't doing anything wrong! I demand a lawyer!"

Everything went smoothly, picking up there luggage and all. Everything until...

"Drivers Liecences?"

"Pardon?" George said.

"Can I see one of your drivers lisence? I can't let you rent a car without one." The Almo lady said irritably.

"Group huddle!" George called. The other four clammored around him. "Have any of you got your licence?"

"Dang! I knew I should of brought it!" Hermione said.

"What are we going to do? Are ministry keeps tabs on this stuff."Ron said. "I really hate this whole 'muggle' thing.

"We could take a cab." Harry suggested

"But how are we going to get this old lady off our backs? She'll think we're suspicious?" Hermione asked.

"Let's say that she won something for putting up with us! Like on that show Boiling Points!" They all glared at Harry. "Or not..."

Hermione walked strait up to the lady behind the desk. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Our car is a Avis rented. Thanks anyway." And walked away.

"Nice going, Hermione." Harry muttered as they walked away.

"Thanks."

Ron, Harry, George, Hermione and Fred walked back over to the baggage claim. Outside, where cabs. All they have to do is wave one down.