Disclaimer: If I owned these fairytales I would be dead, if I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be sitting here getting arthritis and going blind. So no, I don't own anything in this fic but the original characters put in for my amusement.

A/N: I think I'm getting back into the habbit of updating...that's great.

"Wake up! For the king's sake, wake up you lazy thing!"

Neville moaned and rolled over. Someone was yelling at him to get up…why was someone yelling at him to get up?

Something hard hit him in the side, "I said, GET UP!"

He shot up and looked around, "Whah?"

Someone...a girl it sounded like...let out a sound of annoyance next to him, "Mother wants her breakfast and we need our morning baths! Get out of bed and get to it! We have been calling you for twenty minutes!"

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and focused in on the girl screeching at him. An ugly thing, she looked about five feet four inches tall and really heavy. Her hair was being held back by a pink silk piece of cloth and her face was puffed up and colored red like a balloon.

He scratched his head, "Why are you in the boys dormitory?"

Her eyes widened with annoyance, "What is wrong with you! Get up and fetch Mother's breakfast!" She grabbed him by the arm and tore him out of bed, "Making me do all this work, you are going to regret this Cinder Soot!"

His eyes widened as he got a look of where he was at. A small room, no windows, small straw bed on the floor, and a basket with what looked like brown dresses inside. He looked down at himself. He was wearing a dress? Wait… HE WAS WEARING A DRESS!

"Where am I!" He pulled his arm away from the piggish girl and attempted to run, he only got about a yard away before he tripped on a stone sticking up in the floor and fell face first into a door, knocking himself out.

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Ginny yawned and sat up, "Morning..."

Someone was rustling around next to her, "Hurry up, Cinderella's awake!"

She paused, "Cinderella?" She looked at the person talking to her and saw, instead of the familiar face of Hermione, a giant rat, "AHHHHHH!"

The rodent held it's ear with one hand and put its other to its mouth and tried to shush her, "Quiet! What's wrong with you?"

"RAT! RAT! Ewewewewewewewewe…" She kicked her feet and closed her eyes, "I hate mice! I always hated Scabbers, I always hated everything small and beady! I always hated mice! Ewwwwww!"

The rat tilted its head, "What do you mean you hate rats? What do you think you are?" It ran over to a giant thimble and pulled out a piece of glass holding it up for Ginny to see.

Sure enough, when she managed to open her eyes she saw the rat spoke the truth. She was a giant, beady eyed, red mouse!

She felt faint, "I'm a…I'm a…m..mmmm."

The rat came over and sat in front of her, "Mouse? Same as yesterday." It scratched its head, "Maybe I should tell Jackie to go out without us today. Looks like your not feeling too well."

Ginny took a deep breath, "Okay, I am dreaming. This is all a dream. I am not a giant rat, I am not in a mouse hole, Cinderella is not sleeping outside here. This is all because of that stupid story book."

The rat shook its head, "Poor dear, you must be ill. Don't worry, I will be right back with a bit of water and bread for you. We will have you up in no time."

When it left Ginny pulled herself out of the little matchbox bed and scrambled towards the little light in the wall. She was not staying in a dark room with giant rats. No way, and no how!

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"Mother! Mother!" Petunia huffed running up the stairs, "Cinderella will not get up! The moron knocked herself out falling against the door!"

Snape wrinkled his nose and turned to the second person that day to call him mother, "Why do you disgusting muggles insist on calling me Mother?" This one was even worse than the last. The first girl had come in complaining that some Cinderella person hadn't filled up her bath water yet and had looked like she had been run over by a sleigh.

Petunia gasped, "But Mother!"

He turned from her. No use in arguing with idiots, he had learned that over the years. It would only cause a headache…not that he didn't have one all ready. Waking up in the morning to the smell of a musk perfume, long black hair, and an unfortunate looking green sleeping gown had handled that.

It hadn't even taken him five minutes to figure out what had happened. The transportation potion on the cover of the book had put him inside the story, and because his students had also touched the cover, they were probably here as well.

The first girl, who had introduced herself as Marge, was still standing and griping about some breakfast and that Cinder-something again, "She is lazy and should be punished as soon as possible, Mother."

He put his hands up to his head. Why did this have to happen to him?

"Professor Snape?" He looked over at the sound of Longbottoms voice…and laughter. The boy was laughing so hard he looked about ready to pop.

"Look who finally decided to disgust us with her presence!" Snapped Marge.

"Lazy, pathetic, little…" Petunia started.

Snape cut her off, "Will you shut up!"

Both girls stopped and stared at him in shock.

"Professor…" Neville started. He was still gasping for breath, images of a certain bogart from third year fashioning his grandmother's clothing and Snape's face kept flashing in his mind, "What's…(laughter)…going on?"

The professor frowned at him, not finding anything about this amusing in the least, "That book you blew potion all over has had everyone who touched it transported into its little story book."

Neville stopped laughing, "You mean…you mean we're trapped in a book?" He looked faint, "Why does this always happen to me? Why, why, why…"

"Shut up!" Neville quieted himself, "Good, now, as much as I hate to say it, I am responsible for what happens here. That means I have to gather everyone who touched that book and find a way out."

"But I didn't touch the book when it had potion on it, Professor."

"It blew up on you when you were holding the damnable thing you half wit." He was beginning to lose his patients.

Neville squeaked a little 'O' and silenced himself again. If anything happened to anyone it was going to be all his fault! He couldn't handle it if he was the one responsible for taking out Harry Potter, or Ginny, or Hermione, or…any of them.

Snape took a deep breath and looked around. He didn't have any time to waste, especially if he knew Potter. The boy would be out getting himself into trouble in no time.

He looked at Neville, "Come on, Longbottom."

"Okay.." He followed his professor as he started heading out.

"Where are you going Mother!" Petunia started trailing behind as well.

Snape glared at her, "You both stay here." The girl's lip quivered a bit but she stopped, "And Longbottom."

"Yes Sir?"

"When we get out of this damn book, I am going to take so many points your going to be in debt for the next twenty years."

Neville gulped, nodded, and started mentally 'why-ing' himself again.

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Ginny ran on her rear legs until she was out of breath. No one was following her, she was sure of that, but the thought of rats had kept her running until she had no idea where the mouse hole was.

Also, her sprint through the house had brought to her attention that the rats weren't giants, she was just very small…very very small... and stuck in a strange place with lots of very very big things.

She stopped dead at the sound of voices, "Will you shut up!" She jumped and ran around the corner blocking her from view. It was Snape? In a dress?

She shook her head, what a strange dream. Turning a bit so she could see more, Neville also came into view. Professor Snape was grumbling something about a potion and having to find others.

She paused.

Potion?

Realization of what must have happened hit her like a rock. This wasn't a dream!

Looking back she saw both Neville and Snape taking their leave. She dashed (On all fours this time.) for them and jumped into one of the folds in Snape's elaborate sleeping garment.

'Great.' She thought to herself, 'Now all I have to do is get there attention.'

A/N: The next chapter will include Ron and Harry. As for Draco and Hermione, you're going to have to wait awhile for them. I also feel it's important to say that Snape and Neville are still boys...men...menoys...whatever. They are just stuck in dresses for the time being. Review for me please!