Disclaimer: I hope that you know by now that I don't own Harry Potter. I'M AMERICAN!!!!! By the way, sorry in the delay for getting this up. I'm currently working on six multi-chapter stories (all of which haven't been updated in a LONG time...) and now I'm working on this one! YES! I JUST FOUND OUT THAT Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix COMES OUT JULY 21st! YES!

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exited the Ministry building, and looked for a way out of the area where the Ministry was. They knew they weren't underground- the sky was overhead. They also knew that this wasn't near Diagon Alley. Harry looked around quickly, hoping to find some way out. He then spotted a wrinkly old wizard sitting on a bench.

"Excuse me," he said to the wizard.

"Eh? What?" The wizard was obviously hard of hearing.

"Excuse me," Harry said a bit louder.

"Your perfume does smell nice!" the wizard replied. Harry prayed he was hard of seeing, as well as hearing.

"EXCUSE ME!" he shouted so loud, several birds fluttered out of their trees.

"What? No need to shout!"

"I need to know how to get out of this area," Harry said, lowering his voice.

"You want to live in a different era?"

"HOW DO I LEAVE THIS AREA?"

"Oh! Why didn't you say so!" the old wizard replied, laughing. "Just go up to that wall over there," he pointed to a patch of wall that had darker bricks than normal, "and walk through it- just like Platform 9 and 3/4!"

"Thank you," Harry muttered, and walked to Hermione and Ron to tell them how to leave.

"Well, that's a simple charm. You just select an area, and the incantation is Havepor," Hermione explained to them as the walked towards the wall.

"Where did you learn that?" Ron asked, although Harry already knew the answer.

"The Advanced Book of Spells, chapter fourteen, The Amazing Magic One Can Do With Solid Objects." Ron snickered and Harry put his arm around Hermione.

"Hermione," he said, sighing, "what haven't you read?"

"That's easy," Hermione said cheerfully. "One that I've been dying to read for ages is Forbidden Magic for Magical Folk. It has all sorts of difficult charms and spells. I've seen one page," she said, lowering her voice to a whisper.

"What's the spell?" Ron asked, whispering as well.

"Fazlek," Hermione said, as if it were a forbidden word.

"What's that do?" Harry asked, not bothering to whisper.

"SHH!" Ron hissed at Harry.

"Sorry," Harry replied, whispering now. "What does it do?"

"The curse (commonly known as Fazlek's Curse) was invented by the Dark Wizard Augustus Fazlek. It was a curse prior to Avada Kedavra and was supposed to kill, but it turned out it made its victims insane."

Harry shuddered. Ron let out a vehement expression, and Hermione just walked through the wall into Muggle London. Harry sighed and followed Hermione, and an over-enthusiastic Ron followed.

The trio stepped out into the London sun. They were about to run out of the park that the Ministry was under when Hermione stopped them. "Don't you think people will stare at two teenagers wearing wizard's ropes?" She herself was donned in Muggle clothing, but Harry and Ron were both in their old Hogwarts robes. "I'd better get you some new clothes. Tell me your sizes."

Harry told Hermione his sizes, but Ron just looked blank. "What are your sizes, Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Sizes?" Ron replied, looking puzzled.

"Sizes. Y'know, the measurements in your clothes?" Harry sighed exasperatedly.

"Erm... I don't know. Mum bought me all of my Muggle clothes, and at Madame Malkin's..." Ron's voice trailed off, leaving an irritated Hermione.

"Alright. You're a little skinnier than me, but taller, so just buy him one size shorter pants in the waist, and about three inches longer in the legs," Harry said quickly, so Hermione wouldn't snap.

"Oh, alright," Hermione said huffily. "But only because you want me to!" Harry bent over and kissed her on the cheek, and she walked away.

"Harry," Ron asked tentatively a few minutes after Hermione left. "What's in the Muggle world?"

"Erm..." Harry paused for a moment, stopping to think. He had been living in the Muggle world all of his life with the exception of one year with his parents and the months at Hogwarts.

"Well?" Ron pestered.

"Hard to describe," Harry said, shrugging.

"Oh," Ron replied, and slumped against a tree. After several minutes of silence, he asked Harry another question. "Why is it hard to describe?"

"Because, everything is so... normal there that it is... well... hard to describe," Harry responded, and watched some birds fly off in the sky.

Hermione returned with Muggle clothing for them, and Harry and Ron stepped into a grove of trees and changed into the clothes.

"Now can we go into London?" Ron asked Hermione after they came out.

"Yes. Now we can," Hermione replied, and led Harry and Ron off in the direction out of the park.

When they stepped into London, Ron looked around. "I've been here before."

"Oh, gee, too bad!" Hermione said dryly.

"Well, we've all been here before," Harry said quickly, so an argument wouldn't spring. "Why don't we Apparate someplace else, like the United States?"

Hermione's eyes widened, and Ron shrugged. "Sure. Fine with me!"

"Where should we Apparate to?" Hermione asked Harry, as they stepped into an alley so they wouldn't be seen.

"Erm..." Harry paused for a moment, trying to think. Where would an interesting place be in the United States? "How about Washington D.C?"

"Alright. I've always wanted to go there," Hermione said.

"We need to pick a place in this Washing Machine The Sea," Ron said, as though he knew everything about Apparating.

"Washington D.C!" Hermione hissed.

"Right. What'd I say?"

"Never mind! Let's just think of a place like a deserted boat house or something, alright?" Harry slapped his forehead.

"Fine," Hermione and Ron said.

Harry closed his eyes and began to picture a large country, the United States of America. He mentally zoomed forward, and could see Washington D.C. He then kept on zooming forward until he saw a boathouse.

Perhaps I don't need to think of the spell this time. Harry opened his eyes and he saw he was inside a small, smelly boathouse. With a pop, Ron and Hermione appeared next to him.

"Well, here we are in the Washington D.C!" Ron said, grinning. "Not much, is it?"

"Ron! This is a boathouse!" Hermione sighed and pushed the door open, and they walked out into Washington.