Blam! A streak of blue just above a crowded alley and Megan, Shavai, and I found ourselves in yet another tight fix.

"Where the hell are we now!" Shavai yelled. I looked around and stood up. Well, we landed on concrete. At least we knew of that. But, once I got a look around I had a panic-attack.

"Harry Potter!" People around me looked around as though I was staring him in the face. Slowly but surely, the people saw our clothes and got rather curious as to where we were from- obviously not of their part of the world. Compared to the dark dreary colors that dominated the alley except for the occasional witch or wizard that was wearing red or something festive, we made everything ELSE look out of place. I in my denim black jeans with my Rolling Stones t shirt, and Megan in her flares with a black tinkerbelle shirt and Shavai in her jeans with her Sid Vicious shirt. We were one of two things: 1.) Highly fashion-forward 2.) Completely insane. Because wearing THESE clothes here of all places was not a fashion statement- it was a death wish.

"Moving on..." Megan said as she reached back and pulled my arm to follow her. I quickly grabbed Shavai's hand and lead her away with us. We proceeded to an empty alley to discuss what we should do.

"What the hell are we gonna do? I don't wanna be stuck in this stupid place, I HATE Harry Potter!" I yelled. We had this strange curse upon us that started on my last birthday. I made a wish to change the ending of Titanic and we were sucked into the movie. Unfortunately, it didn't work for just that movie as I had hoped, it made us stuck in 'movie land' and we've been stuck going from movie to movie eversince.

"Awe. Come on, Delaney." Megan said. "It's not that bad. I mean, we could always have been sent to Dawn of the Dead or-" She gulped. "Glitter."

With that, Shavai's hand clamped over her mouth.

"Shh! You'll jinx us!" Shavai was what you would refer to as a Hollywood-paranoid. She sees all the mistakes in the movies, and believes Hollywood is running out of ideas. Oh yeah, she hates Hillary Duff and Lindsay Lohan and thinks the whole thing is just one big conspiracy. "Besides, didn't you always want to come here and annoy Professor Sourgrape?"

"Yes. I've always wanted to charm his hair into dread locks...but then again, I also wanted to corner him and spray him with a hose." I began blanking out thinking of all the pranks I should do to him. Ding dong,ditch; Transfigure a jack-in-the box's head to look like him. Wind it up and leave it outside his door. Run like hell.; Offer him tequila; Leave a well-worn and sickeningly cute teddy-bears where they can be easily seen by staff and students. Ensure it has a tag, written in a child's hand, stating that it 'belongs to Severus' and is called 'Chuckles'...Drop vague hints that Filch likes him a little more than strictly necessary...back to the problem at hand.

"Alright. We're in Diagon Alley, that much we know. Problem is, we don't know which one this is." Megan stated looking around in a dimly lit alley. Suddenly we saw a very tall and hairy man walk by. We ran to the end of the alley and watched him walk away with a small boy at his side.

"Voila. Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone." I said, concluding what I thought. Now, we had to think of a good way to meet him. And of course the all important question: Where the hell could we get some money?

Suddenly we heard an owl screeching. We looked above us as a snow white owl with black spots on it's wings and back flew to the ground infront of us dropping 3 letters at our feet. Then it cocked it's head to the side and stared at us as we stared back at it.

"Um...thanks?" Shavai offered to the bird. The bird turned it's head and flew from the direction that it came from. Megan picked up the letters and read aloud.

"Megan Collins, we are pleased to announce you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry." She opened up the others. "They're for us. And they're the same." Shavai and Megan began jumping up and down "Yes!" I threw my head back to the sky sadly in defeat.

"No. No. Not this...anything but this..."

A little while later we stole some money. Did I say steal? I meant borrow. I mean, you just don't leave a satchel lying around like that with that much money. The way I saw it, we taught them a valuable lesson. A little pricey, but a valuable lesson.

Suddenly, I saw platinum blonde hair on a boy walking with a man with long straight white hair.

"Holy crap! I'm Bliiiiiiind!" I screamed and fell backwards into Megan's arms. Suddenly I had a brief moment of outburst.

"Draco's gay!" Suddenly they turned around and saw us. They looked at each other then began walking towards us. Not exactly the reaction I wanted...