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Amy had just about had it with being tossed in the middle of a war in a place she didn't even think was real. If fate couldn't be crueler, she now found herself in the middle of another war.

At least this time she had been given a heads up about war.

'So how in Merlin's name did you just appear here?' the person who'd helped her out of the raging battleground asked. More like interrogated, Amy thought.

'Well, gee, I don't know! Someone who's not supposed to be here,' Amy growled sarcastically. 'Now shut the heck up and tell me where I am.'

The young man blinked at her. 'What's your name and how old are you?'

Amy ran towards where the battle seemed to lesser, the man following from behind. 'Sixteen. Maybe older if that little red-shoed brat kept me for longer than I'd intended that I missed my birthday. Amy Gumm. Who else?'

'Hey-wait! Harry said all underaged ones had to evacuate to Mr Dumbledore's pub,' he shouted as she ran down corridors. 'What do you think you're doing?'

Amy crashed to the ground after colliding with a girl with frizzy brown hair tied in a messy ponytail and a red-haired boy who were fumbling with the girl's tiny handbag.

They barely looked up at her as they scrambled to their feet and continued running.

I need to get back to Oz, Amy thought furiously as she ran up stairs that moved on their own. After being in Oz, she had grown used to crazy magic things happening. Maybe I'll get a better idea where I am if I see what's going on from a higher angle. She growled in frustration under her breath. That freaking Wizard and Dorothy! I'm going to kill both of them! Oh wait-Dorothy already killed him. Well, in that case I'm going to kill her!

The man called out to her as she ran up the towers. She barely heard what he was saying through the chaos.

On the highest place in Hogwarts, blood-scented wind blew strands of pink hair over Amy's shoulders like ripples on water as she gazed at the war below from the Astronomy Tower.

It was exactly like back in Oz whenever they ran into Dorothy.

Fury and determination boiled in Amy's stomach.

'Looks like this place makes your nightmares come true too,' she muttered.

'Too? What do you mean?'

Amy stiffened. She whipped around, glaring at the man who'd followed her. She didn't realize he was standing there. 'What do you want?' she demanded. 'Who are you?'

The young man didn't flinch at her knife that had just appeared in her hand. Amy suspected the stick in his hand was as much as a weapon as hers. 'I'm Neville Longbottom,' he introduced. 'You're underage. You're supposed to be with the other under-seventeens.'

'Just because my sweet sixteen was my latest birthday doesn't mean I can't fight,' Amy growled. She spun back to the shattered window.

Below, people from the castle were giving their all against people wearing masks that resembled skulls. Other figures were also fighting, they weren't human from the looks of it, not Munchkins or Nomes, but more like mythical creatures, which from Amy's experiences weren't really that mythical.

From what Amy could tell, the people fighting from the castle were using it as some sort of base. The whole scene was black and blue and red with blood, from the skies to wherever bottom this place had.

She growled under her breath and whipped around, grabbing Neville Longbottom by the front of his shirt. 'What's going on here?'

Neville didn't flinch. 'You're kidding.'

Amy's eyes narrowed. 'Absolutely no clue. Now answer the question.'

Neville raised an eyebrow. 'Voldemort, he's here. His Death Eaters are trying to break down our defenses to capture Harry.' His eyebrows knitted with suspicion. 'You do know Harry, right?'

'Of course I do.' Amy let go of him with a shove. 'Do I look stupid to you?'

Neville glanced at her hair. 'Pink stands for what exactly?'

'What does that stick mean? The size of your brain?'

'Not as strange as yours.' Neville pointed at her knife. 'What kind of wand it that? You know no one uses knives, right? Especially not now, of all times.'

'Don't judge a book by its cover. It could kick your butt instantly for all you know. What's Harry doing now?'

'You don't actually know who he is, am I right?' Neville said triumphantly.

'Just tell me where.' Amy's voice was stern.

'You have to ask Ron and Hermione that. I'm just buying time like everyone else.'

'Doesn't seem like you're doing much now, slowcoach,' Amy taunted.

'This isn't a tourist spot, you know,' Neville retorted.

'It wasn't my fault I got blasted here by a little shiny brat who's so full of herself.' Dorothy's cackling face manifested unpleasantly in Amy's head. She shook the thought out of her mind.

'Who's that? Sounds like Umbridge, or like you're hair talking back to you.' Neville scowled at her pink locks.

'Or your pretty stick talking back to you. Got any more or are you done talking?'

Neville smirked. 'Nice try with the delay. But you're still going to Dumbledore's pub.'

Amy gave him a smirk back. 'Not today, Longbottom guy. Thanks for the extra names, by the way, or should I say, a map.' While they were talking, she had finally gotten control over the familiar tingle of magic that was buzzing in her body like a hive of wasps.

Without another second, Amy jumped.

Neville must've not seen that coming. His protests above her were whipped away by the rushing wind in Amy's ears. Her eyes were squinted against the wind as she concentrated on the name HARRY and-ZAP!

She teleported through the darkness like a shadow...

And appeared right in front of a dark-haired boy around the same age as Neville.

Let's be honest here. Dorothy Must Die is an underrated series. WAY TOO UNDERRATED. Anyways, thanks for reading!