A/N: Wow.  Look my only reviewers were my friends.  That's okay.  That's all I was expecting, really.

This chapter is being written without any idea as to what's going to happen.  Beware the plotlessness.

DISCLAIMER:  Not mine.  None of it.  Well, okay, the plot's mine.  But nothing else it.

Chapter 2

            "This is …weird…" Mel said as she and Sharon headed down into the dungeons.

            "What, you mean the fact that we entered into a book/movie that we like, nearly died, ended up in another book/movie we like, the two of us were sorted into a house that despises muggles more than anything, and Dumbledore's balmy enough to let us go wherever we want?"

            "Yeah, that about sums it up."

            "It's not that weird."

            Mel gave her friend an incredulous look.  "How, pray tell, can it get any weirder?"

            Seconds after she said that, she and Sharon were knocked to the floor by something hard and heavy.  Sharon tried to get up, but found that she couldn't, due to the fact that Megan was sprawled across her and Mel.  "Megan?!"

            "Wha- what am I doing here?"

            "I told you it could get weirder."

            Mel swore.  "I hate being wrong!"

            "We should take her to Dumbledore."

At the exact same time, the other four girls were standing at the portrait of the Fat Lady.  "New students?  At this time in the year?" questioned the Fat Lady.

            Vanessa shook her head.  "Long story.  Don't ask.  Fizzing Whizbee."

            The portrait swung open, revealing the Gryffindor common room. The girls took one step inside and were flattened by something that hurdled toward them at 100km/h.  Andrea picked herself up, and reached her hand down to help up her friends.  They dusted themselves off, and then looked at her.

            "Dre!"

            "Lust!"

            "Daish!"

            "What're you doing here?"

            Andrea looked at her surroundings.  "Um…Is here where I think here is?"

            "Yup," Vanessa answered proudly.

            "Oh boy."

            "Let's go to Dumbledore."

            Meanwhile, in the empty Great Hall, a third figure fell from the ceiling onto the Hufflepuff table.  "OW!" Sarah screamed.  She sat up and rubbed her back.  Looking around quickly, she realized where she was.  "Mags?  Drea?  Anybody?  Hello!"

            "So, yeah.  Um, that's how I got here."  Andrea had just finished telling her story to the Headmaster.

            "I see.  And…"  Dumbledore was cut off when the door opened loudly.

            "We've got a problem," said Sharon, breathing heavily.  "Ou…Oh."  She looked at Andrea.  "You're here too?"

            "Yes.  But I don't know how, exactly."

            "Well, Mel has a theory, but it's dumb."

            "Shut up, Shar.  It is not!"

            Dumbledore cleared his throat.  "As I was saying, I…" Once again, the man couldn't finish his sentence, because Sarah has burst through the door.

            "Okay, what is going on?  I landed on a table in the middle of the big dining room thingy, and now I'm here, an Drea and Mags are here, and I want to know why we're here."

            Mel sighed.  "Okay, my theory is that we hit some sort of inter-dimensional barrier when we were walking, and the six of us ended up in Lord of the Rings."

            Andrea freaked.  "You went into Lord of the Rings?  You went into Lord of the Rings without me?  How could you?"

            "We didn't exactly want to go, Dre.  We just sort of go there.  Anyway, when we fell into Mount Doom, we hit another barrier, thank God, and ended up here.  I figure you guys did the same thing.  What were you doing when you fell?"

            "We were following YOUR directions, Mel, to find Huron street, and we couldn't find it, and then we ended up here."

            "There was nothing wrong with my directions!"

            Sharon snorted.  "Yeah, and when you told Gillian to go to my house, you told her to go to Huron street, which is on the other side of town."

            "You didn't.  Tell me you didn't."

            "She did, Ri."

            "Mel, you're pathetic."

            "She told us to go right, left, left, right, left, right, right, middle fork, left."

            "WHERE were you trying to go?"

            "The zoo."

            "Woodstock doesn't even HAVE a zoo."

            "…Oh yeah…"

            Dumbledore once again tried to speak.  "If I may say, it would be best to sort your friends into houses and settle you in for the night."

            Sarah thought for a second. "Doesn't Harry Potter take place in our time?  I mean, can't we just get plane tickets and go back home?"

            "Not unless you really want to be fifteen in the year 1997.  That's what year it is now."

            "Never mind then."

            The sorting hat was pulled from the shelf for the second time that night and placed on Dumbledore's desk.  Andrea was sorted first.  "Another easy one to place.  GRYFFINDOR!"

            "Alright, Dre!  You're with us!" Jess yelled.

            Megan stepped up next.  She placed the hat on her head and listened to it mumble to itself.  Finally, it seemed to reach a decision.  "SLYTHERIN!"

            Sarah tried the hat on last.  "Hm…You're as difficult as the last one…oh well.  There's only three of you so far, so might as well be…SLYTHERIN!"

            Vanessa looked shocked.  "Why is she a Slytherin?"

            "Who knows the way that hat thinks?  I should be in Ravenclaw!"

            "Not exactly.  You're half Slyth."

            "Whatever.  Can we just go to bed?"

            They set off AGAIN for their common rooms, hoping not to be thrown to the ground by any more of their friends.  Luckily, they didn't.

            The five Gryffindor girls re-entered the common room, this time a little more gracefully.  Vanessa smiled at all the people in there, who were now staring at the girls, and waved.  "Hello, people," she said loudly.  "My friends and I are muggles who ended up here, but don't ask how, because it's a very long and boring story."

            "Lord of the Rings…without ME," Andrea muttered under her breath.

            "ANYWAY," she continued, glaring, "We've been sorted into Gryffindor, so you people are stuck with us until we can get home."  

            Hermione looked at them.  "The Sorting Hat sorted muggles?"

            "Uh-huh," Jess replied.

            The entire common room started to talk at once, some to each other, the rest to the five friends.  Hermione wanted to know where they had come from, and what time period.  Ron wanted to know if You-Know-Who existed there.  Colin wanted to take their picture.  The time until curfew passed quickly in Gryffindor.

            The other four arrived at a dead-end corridor in the depths of the dungeons.  Sarah stood in front of it and said, "Wolf's bane."  Nothing happened.  "Wolf's.  Bane."  Still nothing.  "WOLF'S BANE!" she shouted.

            "Move over, Sarah."  Sharon shoved her friend aside. "Wolf's bane."  The wall slid aside, revealing the shimmering green walls of the Slytherin common room.  The Slytherins stared at them as they walked in.

            "Who're you?" said a blond boy in front of the fire.

            "We're people."

            "I can see that.  You're the ones that came here during dinner.  What're you doing here?  This is the Slytherin dungeon."

            Mel snorted.  "Brilliant thing, isn't he?"  She turned to Draco Malfoy.  "We're Slytherins."  They pointed to the crest on their new robes. 

            "Where did you come from?"

            "Canada."

            "Let me tell you how things work here.  I'm in charge.  You will do what I tell you.  All Gryffindors are to be hated and mocked.  Muggles and mudbloods are below us.  Treat them like the filth they are.  Any questions."

            Meg leaned over to whisper to her friends.  "Now I remember why I hate this kid."

            Sharon glared at the helmet-haired boy in front of her.  "I take orders from me.  Sometimes my friends.  My parents even less.  I'm not going to do anything because you told me to."

            "Secondly, Malfoy," Mel joined in, "five of our friends were sorted into Gryffindor.  We refuse to hate them.  Mocking is a different story."

            "Lastly, we ARE muggles, so it'll be pretty hard to treat ourselves badly, unless you want us to bash our heads against random things like Dobby."

            Blaise Zabini became a little scared.  "How do you know his name?" he demanded.

            Sharon grinned evilly.  "You'd be surprised at what we know."

A/N:  And what does Sharon know?  Absolutely nothing!  That's right, folks, Sharon's brain is 100% empty!

Ahem.  Anybob (thank you to the reviewer of Pirates who used that expression), that's all for now.

Next chapter:  Find out how the Evils use their badges!  (NOTE:  If you are elderly, expecting, on medication, or fond of Gryffindors, you should not read past this point.  Any disregard for this warning may result in mutations, feelings of hatred toward the author, or various unnamed symptoms.  No real Gryffindors were hurt in the writing of this fic.  Unfortunately.)