Well, here's the next chapter; it's more HP style than like a script so it should be a better read than ch 1.
note: Sherri Bobbins is a parody on Marry Popins used in the Simpsons episode; Simpsoncalifragilisticexpiala(annoyed grunt)cious.
CHAPTER 2: D'OH-AGON ALLEY
As Lisa Simpson ran up the steps, skipping like the schoolgirl she was. Excitement and anticipation flooded her mind: a new school, a chance to start over, and make new friends; better yet, an entirely new branch of education to learn! She began hastily, but neatly, packing her suitcase and she wondered what must have been going through her brother's mind right now...
I wonder what kind of pranks you can pull with magic, thought Bart Simpson as he began randomly throwing possessions with Krusty the Klown logos on them into his suitcase.
"Bart, Lisa!" cried Marge from the foot of the stairs, "Hurry up, they're here!"
Bart and Lisa dashed down the stairs to find, to their great surprise, a tall, balding man with red hair in black robes, and none other than Sherri Bobbins, who had formally worked as a singing nanny for the Simpson family. Both of them held a cluster of umbrellas under their right arms.
"Arthur Weasly," said the balding man as he extended his left hand, "sent by the Ministry of Magic, European sector eight, United Kingdom, sub- quadrant fifteen."
Homer cautiously shook hands with Mr. Weasly, eyeing him suspiciously, and said, "Er...nice dress..."
"It's a robe." said Mr. Weasly.
"Sure it is," said Homer, "and my kinds are magical."
"Actually," started Mr. Weasly, "that's the whole reason I'm h-
"Of course," Homer continued sarcastically before coughing, "dress!" to Marge. "Hey, I know who you are," he pointed at Sherri, "you're Sherri Bobbins! Hey, you called us a bunch of apes when you flew of, in song!"
"Glad to see you're already acquainted." Mr. Weasly said as he prevented Sherri from impaling Homer with one of her umbrellas, "But we've got to get moving if we want to reach London by eight, so come on out."
The Simpson family filed out of the house and into the front yard, Homer narrowly avoiding Sherri's umbrellas.
"Now," said Mr. Weasly, looking around, "we just need to find three more. Maybe you know them; I believe we're also supposed to take the Flanders?"
"Flanders magic? asked Homer as he began to laugh, "Flanders' kids are wizards?"
Lisa looked over to the Flanders' window. Inside Ned Flanders quickly shut the curtains.
"Ah, said Mr. Weasly, "there they are!"
He knocked on the Flanders' door and it opened a crack to reveal Ned's face.
"I'm sorr-didily-orry but we don't support the dark arts: magic, card tricks, oriental cooking..."
But before he could continue his list, the high-pitched voice of Rod echoed from inside and the door opened enough for them to see inside as Ned began to panic.
"Daddy, it's happening again!"
Rod and Todd Flanders, along with the Flanders' furniture, was flying around the room.
"Oh no," cried Ned, "you over-stim-didily-im-ulated them! Now they'll start being unnatural again! DIE DEMONS!!!" He thrust a silver cross at Mr. Weasly.
"OK, I guess Rod and Todd won't be coming this year..." said Mr. Weasly, ignoring the cross. "Well, if you change your mind..."
"EAT HOLY WATER!" screamed Ned as he hurled water balloons at them.
"How can you eat holy water?" asked Lisa as she dodged a watered filled projectile.
"Um," said Mr. Weasly (the only one that had not known to get out of the way of the water balloons, undoubtedly fascinated by them) to Ned, drenched with water and shards of rubber, "I hate to disappoint you, but we're not in league with evil forces."
"Just go!" said Ned, ducking a flying piece of china orbiting around Todd.
Mr. Weasly set down three of the umbrellas at the doorstep, waved his wand and instantly dried off, then led the others a few yards away from the Flanders' house.
"Now," said Sherri Bobbins, "each of you grab an umbrella and open it like so." She and Mr. Weasly handed them each a sleek, black umbrella and Sherri opened hers above her head. "Grasp it firmly and hold on to your luggage." And with that, she began to rise into the air.
Homer, Marge (with Maggie), Bart, and Lisa opened their umbrellas and began to float upwards.
"Wait," cried Grandpa from the ground they were moving farther away from with every second, "what about me..." but his voice trailed of as they rose higher and moved east, away from the nearly-setting sun.
They passed the few hours of the trip in various ways; Lisa and Mr. Weasly got into an engaging conversation as they asked each other about their worlds, Mr. Wealsy fascinated by the computer, and Lisa captivated by wands; Bart listened closely to their conversation for any prank spells, and Marge began apologizing to Sherri for the way the family had treated her when she was their nanny as Homer tried to keep as far away from Sherri Bobbins as possible. In addition, Sherri also spontaneously burst into musical montages with them.
At last they reached London, and their small fleet of umbrellas landed gently outside a small pub with a tarnished sign that read; The Leaky Cauldron.
After folding the umbrellas and waving goodbye to Sherri Bobbins as she lifted into the air and away, they followed Mr. Weasly into the pub, which was full of strange, musky characters, and out a back door to a dead- end of red brick. Mr. Weasly took out his wand and tapped some bricks and before their eyes, the bricks dissolved to reveal a hidden street.
"Diagon Alley," said Mr. Wealsy, beaming as he sniffed the many aromas wafting down the avenue, "the best place to get wizarding supplies! I've already taken my kids to get their back to school things, mostly second hand for Molly and I, but still good quality.
"First stop, Gringots Bank." he said as he pointed to a large, marble building that overshadowed all the others, "I believe your Grandmother has an account for the children."
They went through a large set of doors and down rows of counters manned by goblins, grotesque, humanoid creatures only three foot in height with long, gnarled fingers. They stopped in front of a counter and Mr. Weasly handed the goblin behind the desk a key, who then assigned them another goblin to take them to the vaults.
After a long and nauseating ride through the mines, on a cart Homer got stuck in, which nobody enjoyed, the reached a vault labeled; 741. Inside was a small pile of gold, silver and bronze, which Mr. Weasly explained later, was wizarding money.
With a small sack of money, they set out through the various shops and got their supplies until Lisa cried, "Oh no!"
"What is it Lisa?" asked Marge.
"The supply list," said Lisa, "it says we can bring a cat, owl, or toad! I forgot Snowball II at home!"
"Wait a minute, I think I can solve that." said Homer as he pulled a disgruntled looking Snowball II out from behind his back.
"Oh Snowball II," cried Lisa, "how did you ever get your feline self here?"
"Well," said Homer, "if she was on me since we left, it would explain the sharp lower back pains I had when we were over the ocean." He turned around and they saw that his shirt was ripped in several places.
"Hey," said Bart, pointing at the owl emporium, "can I get on of those?"
After buying Bart a very sly looking eagle owl, the family became preoccupied when Homer began gorging himself at Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor. Using this to his advantage, Bart slipped away towards a back street that had caught his eye; Knockturn Alley.
When the chaos of Homer's inhalation of ice cream had ended, Bart had already returned, his purchase concealed in his pocket.
Having retrieved the final item on the list, a wand, both Bart (12 5/8 inches, ash, dragon heartstring, solid) and Lisa (10ΒΌ inches, yew, unicorn mane hair, strong but flexible) were feeling extremely excited about the magical education they would be receiving (well, in Bart's case, disrupting).
"These," Mr. Weasly said as he handed Lisa and Bart two train tickets, "are your tickets to the Hogwarts Express. It leaves tomorrow morning at eleven from platform nine and three quarters. You'll be spending the night at the Leaky Cauldron. Good bye and good luck!" He than vanished with a sound like the crack of a whip.
"I can't wait to go to Hogwarts!" exclaimed Lisa as they headed back to the pub, the stars visible in the night sky, "It will be so enlightening!"
"You bet honey!" said Homer, "The Simpsons are going to Hogwarts!
"Well, actually Dad," said Lisa, "just Bart and I are going."
"D'oh!" shouted Homer.
I've already started chapter 3 if anyone's interested.