"Ron, what is this place?" Hermione whispered. "You *have* done this before, haven't you?"

"Um..." Ron looked sheepish. "Only once."

"ONCE?" Hermione screamed. "DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT IS OUT THERE?"

"Um... kinda..."

"KINDA?!?! Excuse me Harry I'm just going outside to have a heart attack." *door opens* *door slams* *pause* *scream* *door opens* *door slams* "Right. Where were we?"

"Um... you were having a heart attack?"

"Okay, let's try that again."

They purposefully stepped towards the door, each privately knowing that they would make a run for the toilet as soon as anything happened. This was unfortunately impossible as the toilets all disappeared the moment they stepped outside.

They found themselves in the middle of a shiny yellow road with a metal guy and an annoying little girl with a homicidal dog.

"What the?!" Yelped Ron, sitting down abruptly. "Where are we? Who are they? And why is all this straw stuffed down my overalls? ...wait... overalls?"

Harry looked down at himself. He appeared to have been redecorated in tasteful shades of brown and yellow, and he was sure he hadn't had a tail before. He reached up. Yup, he had a mane. Then he looked over at Hermione and screamed in terror, as she had been outfitted in three tons of black lace, complete with pointy hat and warts, and...

"H-hermione" Harry gasped, "Y-you're green!"

Ron got up. "What the hell is going on?"

Harry quickly explained to Ron about The Wizard of Oz. Ron scratched his head. "What do these Muggles come up with. So... I'm supposed to be this, scarecrow dude," he glanced disgustedly at his grimy overalls, "with dubious personal hygiene, and you're a Cowardly Lion."

Hermione stamped her foot. "So what am I, the Wicked Witch of the West or something?"

At this point a house fell on her.