Author's Notes: I'm soooooooooooooo sorry for making everyone wait this long. I know you were all just dying to find out what happens next.(not) So here it is, tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. Well, except for Larry Forpes and his outfit. That brilliant idea was mine. If anyone cares.



As Harry and Ron hurried after Mr. Forpes, they had to dodge around gawking bystanders. Nearly the entire station had stopped what they were doing to stare in amazement at the strangely dressed man making his way through the crowd. Keeping their heads ducked, Ron and Harry did their best to maneuver their way around the unmoving people.

Larry Forpes, took Ron and Harry to a nearby airport, and told them everything they would need to know about flying. Because the two boys were going to be spending time in a muggle community, he said, they were to become accustomed to muggle life as quickly as possible. Surrounding themselves with muggle things was the best way to accomplish this.

So, Harry and Ron entered the airport, and began their trip to America. Basically the flight was filled with movies, peanuts, and snoring neighbors. When they finally landed they were met by a young witch who, thankfully, was dressed like a normal muggle. She was very businesslike, and immediately bustled them off to a waiting taxi, barely stopping to collect their chests, before shoving them into the car.

As they drove, Ron and Harry stared out their windows at the passing scenery. The businesslike woman had given them a packet of information, which informed them that they were in the state of California, and told a brief history about the surrounding areas.

They finally arrived at a hotel, where they were told they would be spending the next two days recuperating from jetlag, and learning about their new school. As they were led up the elevator, Ron, who had been staring around in amazement, roused himself enough to ask, "What's jetlag?"

Their guide wasn't paying any attention, so Harry muttered, "You'll find out soon enough." Never having flown before, he had never actually experienced it, but Uncle Vernon had come back incredibly grumpy from enough business trips to illustrate that it was a very unpleasant experience.

When they finally reached their rooms, Ron immediately collapsed onto the nearest bed, letting his chest drop loudly to the floor. Harry, letting his chest drop just as loudly, wandered into the bathroom, and began to inspect all the tiny utensils left for their use, aka amusement.

"Hey Ron," he called, "Come check this out."

"Sorry, can't Harry. I'm feeling the jetlag, and I'm not going to move from this spot for the next two days." Answered Ron, still in his lifeless position, sprawled across the bed. "Oooo, look, a fellytone."

"Um, Ron, I don't know if we're allowed to use that." Warned Harry, but Ron was already shouting at the concierge, as he asked them what sort of movies they had. He had been very intrigued by the movies on the plane, since as he put it "They are just like wizard photographs, except with sound and a point". The concierge, shouting back just as loudly, most likely with the strange idea that Ron was deaf, answered that they carried a wide selection of videos, including, but not limited to: all three Austin Powers movies, every Disney movie ever made, Shanghai Knights and Shanghai Noon, Titanic, and Pearl Harbor. When Ron screamed that they all be brought up to Room 496, the concierge was silent for nearly an entire minute. When he finally spoke, he asked if Ron was sure that he wanted every single one brought up. After Ron assured him several more times that, yes, he did want them all brought up, the concierge finally agreed and hung up, before Ron could ask for anything else.

"I really don't think you realize what you've gotten yourself into, asking for every Disney movie ever made." Muttered Harry, shaking his head. "Mrs. Figg used to make me watch them all the time when she babysat me. Some of them are ok, but most are absolute torture."

"Really?" Asked Ron, "Well then, you shall simply have to sit here and watch them with me. You wouldn't make me torture myself all alone, now would you?" Just as he said this there was a knock on the door, and both boys leapt to answer it. A teenage girl stood outside, in front of a large display of movies.

Looking at Harry she asked, "Are you the one that ordered all the movies?"

Harry shook his head and pointed to Ron, "No, that would be the insane one standing next to me." Ron glared as he wheeled the cart inside, but the girl merely grinned.

"You two brothers?" she asked. Ron and Harry glanced at each other, before shrugging and telling the girl no, that they were merely students on a school trip. "Oh, lucky you. My school never takes us on trips. But that's probably because it's so incredibly poor. Anyway, see you later, call if you need anything else like towels, pillows, or every little bar of soap in the hotel."

"Ha ha, very funny," said Harry, but he grinned, "Hopefully this will keep him entertained for the next ten years."

"Yeah, well good luck with that," called the girl as she walked away.

As Harry closed the door, Ron leaped towards him, arms loaded down with videos. "Help Harry, I can't decide which one to watch first!" Cried Ron, looking anxious. "We need to decide fast, so we can get in as much viewing time as possible." Harry groaned as Ron began to ask whether he liked The Princess Bride or The Princess Diaries better.

Author's Notes: I know that this chapter was really short, but I promise to try to make the next one longer. Does Ron still call it a fellytone? Or, did he figure out what it was really called? I can't remember. Someone REVIEW and tell me the answer to this perplexing problem!