Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Discworld. If I did, I would actually have a life, which I clearly don't have. Enjoy.


Rincewind gripped Death's shoulders tight as Binky leapt into the infinite; which didn't look at all infinite, just a sort of flat blue. As suddenly as the infinite had appeared it was gone and Rincewind found himself looking down on a city of enormous buildings. They could almost rival the tower of art it their tallness. Almost. Death brought his horse to a halt in front of a rather shabby looking pub, and let Rincewind off.

HERE WE ARE. THE BOOK IS SOMEWHERE IN THIS COUNTRY.

"You couldn't pinpoint it any closer?"

NO. I WOULD SUGGEST THAT YOU START LOOKING.

Rincewind began to panic. "But where? This place is huge!"

THE PUB HAS WIZARDS IN IT. PERHAPS YOU COULD ASK FOR THEIR HELP.

Sagging with relief, Rincewind pushed open the door of The Leaky Cauldron and—

"UP! I want my precious Diddum's Birthday to be perfect! Get up you lazy boy!"

Harry shut the book with a sigh. It had been a year since he found the strange book, and he had finally made it to the point where it was writing itself. Having awaken early that day, he had decided to get some reading in, knowing that he would have to cook breakfast for Dudley's 11th birthday. He hoped that today would be a quiet day, and that he would be able to bring his book with him to Mrs. Figgs. Getting dressed, he left his cupboard to start the day.


Even after the beating Harry received for what he termed 'The Snake Incident' he couldn't keep a smile off his face. He had understood the snake! He would bet anything that that made him like one of the wizards that Rincewind had mentioned in the book. Ratbast or something like that. Harry frowned thoughtfully for a moment; did his new found power mean that everything he had read in the magical book was real? If so, where was this Discworld, and who had stolen the magic book from Death? And was Rincewind really in London, or was it perhaps New York? While in London-on one of the rare outings with the Dursleys-Harry had seen the Leaky Cauldron, so he was pretty certain Rincewind was in London.

Now he just needed to figure out what to do with that knowledge.


He had only been here a few days, but Rincewind had already begun to blend in with wizarding society and was actually finding it quite fun. In order to fit in he had acquired a job at the local apothecary, which seemed to cater to witches more than it did wizards, but he had gone with it while keeping his mouth shut. A very important skill for a coward such as himself. Today was payday and he was egerly awaiting his money from his boss. Once he received it, he hurried out and down what he had found to be called Diagon Alley-which was strange because it was built a bit curvy-to purchase his own wand at the store called Ollivanders. Soon he would have his own wand! Perhaps then he would be able to do magic with some consistency.


Back on the Discworld a monster was on the war path, leaving a swath of destruction in its wake as it searched for its master.

The Luggage was looking for Rincewind, and Io help whoever got in its way.

A/N: What do you think? Sorry it's so short. Please review!