A/N: Hello! This is my first story, so please be gentle with me! Basically I'm on a major coffee/sugar high and decided to expand on a dream I had the other week, in which Snape, Hermione and Ron ended up in Middle-earth. This isn't meant to be serious, and I've never really written humour before so I hope that the funny bits make others beside myself laugh! Thanks for bothering to read!

(If you haven't read Fellowship of the Ring or seen the movie it'll have spoilers so sorry bout that!)

Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings – belongs to Tolkien. Harry Potter – belongs to J.k.Rowling. My Bert&Ernie (and rubber duckie) poster – belongs to me, whoohoo!

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Another normal day, in the continuously abnormal school of Hogwarts was just what Hermione Granger was looking forward to. Of course, she was looking forward to this after dreading potions with Snape this morning. But that was something she felt she could handle. As normal, she checked she had all her books, which she did, and today her span of books also included a copy of J.R.R. Tolkien's Lord Of The Rings. This she had finished reading the night before and planned to return to the library on her way to Defence Against Dark Arts later in the morning.

 As normal, Snape was in a particularly crabby mood, which was to be expected. Hermione stirred the potion she was making in a daydream daze of boredom. Beside her Neville was sweating with fear and wincing every time he added an ingredient. This again, was normal. Everything seemed perfectly normal. But then why shouldn't it be?

Hermione was dragged away from her sweet thoughts suddenly by a muffled squeal from Neville, whose potion was rising slowly and ominously. Snape had already homed in on the incident and with a malicious grin on his face was making his way over. In front of her she could hear Ron whisper, "Uh-oh" to Harry.

"Well, well Mr. Longbottom. Tell me, would it be at all possible for us to just go through ONE SINGLE LESSON without you messing up in some utterly idiotic way?" Snape said irritably amidst the Slytherins' giggles. Neville cowered under Snape's dark and patronizing stare. Without blinking, Snape's eyes suddenly caught on to the large book sitting on the desk in between Hermione and Neville.

"What is this?" He asked picking up the book and opening it.

"It's a library book Sir." Hermione answered.

"Fiction and fairytale!" Snape threw the book down on the ground where it landed at his feet with its pages open. "Never could stand such nonsense! 10 points from Gryffindor for bringing this ridiculous obscenity to class." As Snape turned his attentions back to shouting insults at Neville, Hermione noticed that the swelling potion Neville had managed to make wasn't showing any signs of relenting…in fact it was showing serious signs of 'Haha-I'm-going-to-blow-up' that Hermione had become used to seeing whenever Neville was around. Instinct screamed to her and she ducked under the desk as fast as she possibly could.

With a blinding flash of blue-purple light the cauldron exploded. Smoke filled the room and for a couple of minutes no one was able to see anything. As the foul smoke screen began to clear, it came to Neville that something wasn't exactly right. Something was not normal. He strained to hear what he was expecting to hear. This being a loud angry voice shrieking "A thousand…no a million…a BILLION points from Gryffindor, you worthless piece of…!"

Something was not normal. And it wasn't just Neville who noticed this. The rest of the class were now looking around with wide eyes for their Potions Professor, who was quite plainly, not there. Harry went to say something about this to Ron, when he realised Ron was not there. And, on turning around, he realised that Hermione was not there. This was not right, and Harry said so.

"Something isn't right here." He said in a self-explanatory tone. Neville nodded his head slowly. Harry scratched his chin and bent over to look under the table, in case the three missing persons had been knocked out by the blast. No one was on the floor. The only thing there was Hermione's library book, pages open and fluttering. Harry straightened up, and his forehead crinkled in thought and confusion. There was something eating at him, for something was not normal here… So, he said the only thing he could think of.

"I think, perhaps, informing Dumbledore would be an extremely bright idea at this point in time."

Neville nodded his head even slower, mouth open.

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"*&%$!!!" Snape said loudly, after hitting his head on standing up. Cautiously he put a hand up to feel the abnormally low ceiling. Through the darkness he could make out the shadows of the room he was in. A small bed, a wardrobe… lots of pages and quills everywhere… From behind him came a muffled groan,

"Bloody hell that hurt!" said a voice that sounded just like Ron's. Snape snapped at him,

"Weasley! 10 points from Gryffindor! And if I ever hear such language from you again I'll drag you straight to Professor Dumbledore!"

Ron huffed, still in pain, and muttered,

"Like we didn't all hear you swear a moment ago…"

Pulling out his wand, Snape pointed at the gas lamp and said sternly, "Lumos."

Nothing happened. Snape shook his wand slightly and repeated what he had said. Still nothing. Angrily and with a certain amount of confusion and worry, Snape shoved his wand back into his robes and settled for the darkness.

"Weasley!"

Ron stood up and felt his way over to where Snapes voice was coming from.

"Yes sir?" he asked weakly.

"Where on earth are we?"

"I don't know sir…don't you?" Ron asked mockingly, glad to know that even Snape was a bit bemused by all this. From near the door, a voice with a certain familiarity said,

"Actually, I think you'll find that we are not on earth, therefore asking the question 'where on earth are we?' was a waste of your breath. Perhaps if you had taken the time, like me, to look at our surroundings you would have figured out the answer to your question," then the voice added quickly, "I hope that makes sense to you Professor."

"Granger!" Said Snape furiously, "Don't patronize me! Just answer me plainly, where are we?"

"In my book sir."

"In your…BOOK?"

"That's what I said sir, in my book."

Ron laughed nervously, and reached forward grabbing Hermione's arm, hissing,

"What do you mean by 'in your book'? How can we be in a book! You can't go into books!"

Hermione shrugged and said bluntly,

"Well we have."

Snape sighed and rolled his eyes,

"Don't be so absurd. We've probably been transported to a remote part of Hogwarts. Lets just get out of here and figure out where we are – and when we do find ourselves we'll have a discussion about your detentions."

"DETENTIONS?" Ron gasped, "But we didn't do anything!"

Snape snorted slightly,

"I assure you Mr. Weasley, I would be able to find at least 10 reasons why you both deserve detentions from the last five minutes alone. Now come on!"

Snape walked over to the door and opened it. The three of them found themselves in a rounded, wooden corridor, with low ceilings like the room they were just in. Snape was bent over in his walking, a bright bruise already appearing where he hit his head earlier. Behind him Hermione was looking around in fascination, while Ron was being kept entertained by the fact he could touch the ceiling easily.

A/N : Ok there was chapter one! If you like please tell me! If you hate…well…I can't please everybody!