I opened my eyes after hitting the button. When I had hit it, it felt as though I was being sucked through a vacuum cleaner hose. I wondered if this was all real or a prank. It was dark inside the machine, but I could hear noises outside. I opened the door and looked out slowly, all I could see was blue skies. Carefully, I opened the door all the way and looked out even further. It turns out I was surrounded by houses, very tall houses. I took my first step out of the machine, and into the wonderful world of Harry Potter!

… And I fell of the roof. It turns out my machine had landed on the roof of a house, and I had been facing the ledge, so when I walked out of my machine, I fell two stories and landed on some poor soul as she was sunbathing. Fortunately, the man on top of her broke my fall. "What the bloody hell are you doing?!" The man shouted at me. "You could have broken me back! What the hell where you doing up there, anyways?!"

I tried for 20 minutes why I was on his roof, but every time I tried speaking I ended up looking at the naked woman who had probably died from the fall.

After a while, the naked man grew tired with hearing my excuses, so I said "Look, let me show you what I'm talking about!" We walked to his front yard and I pointed to his roof to show him the machine.

"Yeah, so?" He said, when I pointed. "It's my roof, what's the big deal?" "Don't you see that machine?" I asked. I could see it plain as day, but he couldn't! "Look, either explain yourself or get off my property!" He snarled at me.

I knew it would be useless explaining why I was on his roof, so I simply left.

I didn't know where I was, I certainly wasn't at my house, and I certainly wasn't in Wonderland, so I must be somewhere in Harry Potter's world, but where?

I walked for several blocks before I finally saw a street sign. When I read what it said, I nearly passed out. It read: Privet Drive! I knew that I was close to Harry now! I ran down the street, knocking on every door, asking if Harry lived there. Unfortunately, one man misunderstood me, and thought I asked "Sir, do you have a hairy potter?" He then said that he shaves daily and that it's rude to ask people about their personal lives and told me never to come back to his house.

After much searching, I finally found it: Harry Potter's house!

I knocked on the door, and a small elephant answered. (Actually, it was Uncle Vernon) Instantly, I screamed out like a little girl and wrapped my arms around him. Actually, more like halfway around him, but you know what I mean. "Uncle Vernon!" I cried. "Who are you?" He said prying my arms from around him. "I'm Alfric Scroggie!" I shouted. "And I'm here to see Harry Potter!"