'What the bloody hell is this?' yelled Fred(or George, whichever you prefer), looking confused and appalled.
Everyone looked around, curiously eyeing each other with interest and fear. Everyone looked peculiar to each other at first; the Harry Potter's in robes and caps, Lord of the Rings in capes, with swords and bows and arrows, and all the things of that sort, and the Pirates dressed as...well, pirates. But the most peculiar was the Hobbits.
Of course, wizards and witches don't have a clue what Hobbits are(same with Pirates, but they aren't included in this part). So then they wouldn't know that Hobbits are originally supposed to be three feet tall, and have big hairy feet. So, intentionally, Fred and George had to poke some fun.
Fred wandered casually over to the nearest, which lo-and-behold was Frodo, and grinned down at him. Frodo looked up nervously, looking quickly to Sam, Merry and the Pippin, and back up to Frodo.
'Well, little midgets have to come to... to... uh, wherever this place is,' recovered Fred, smirking.
'I am no middet, I am a Hobbit!' protested Frodo.
'Middet?' George laughed, appearing behind Fred. 'It's midget, you doorknob!'
Frodo turned red in the face and backed away. Another Hobbit, by the name of Sam, jumped in front of Frodo, sword beared to Fred and George. 'Don't make fun of Mr Frodo!' spat Sam, waving his sword.
Fred backed up. 'Whoah, little one... settle done there! We'll leave him alone. Sheesh.'
However, George did not back up. He had spotted Gimli, sitting on a rock, long beard wrapped around his neck to keep in warmth.
'Your another Hobbit, too, I suppose?' asked George.
'Aye, I am no Hobbit. Pure-blooded Dwarf.' beamed Gimli, proudly. 'Gimli, son of Gloin, I am.'
Draco Malfoy, the little nasty rat-boy, was hiding in the crowd burst into laughter. 'Gloin? What kind of bloody name is that? Honestly, you people are rich!' Draco slapped his knee, laughing maniacally. A frightened Ron sank further into the crowd.
Legolas jumped from his spot, arrow already in his bow and ready to fire, and aimed it at Draco's head. Draco stopped laughing immediately. Who wouldn't? He has an arrow pointed at his head, for Pete's sake!
Draco was terrified, but Ron was rather joyous.
'Kill him, miss!' shouted Ron, punching the air. Legolas rounded on Ron, arrow pulled back even tighter, and aimed it right in between his eyes. Ron gulped.
'I am not a woman. I am Legolas.' spat Legolas, fury dancing across his face.
'Sor-Sorry... I... well, it's just... your hair...' Ron stammered, tears welling in his eyes. Draco was grinning.
'Make fun of our names once more, young one, and you will have a third eye.' Legolas warned, and loosened his arrow, stepping back.
Aragorn stepped forward. 'I think we should introduce ourselves, since it seems we aren't getting out of here anytime soon.'
'How about we find out how we've gotten to this damn place and see if they've got some rum!' piped up a man from the last group, which was the pirates. His eyes were outlined in dark make-up and dreads filled his hair, which hung out of a red headband, beads and other junk. Of course, it was the oh-so-famous-for-not-so-good-reasons Captain Jack Sparrow. Everyone turned towards the outrageous man to look at him. He sort of swayed on the spot and grinned at the people. He waved and Saruman snorted in disgust.
'It's a simple thing really-' began Dumbledore.
'-We have gotten here by-' Gandalf continued.
'-By time-turning, or transportation into the past or future!' they both exclaimed at the same time. The both whipped their heads to look at each other, glaring. Everything was quiet except for Jack's muttering as he searched the snowy terrain for rum. Dumbledore took out his wand as Gandalf brought out his staff, both readying to fight.
Suddenly, a man in his late 30's with a horribly done comb-over jumped out from behind a nearby tree.
Everyone screamed in surprise as the man smiled broadly at them. 'Welcome everybody!' he yelled, arms wide.
'Hi!' replied a man from the pirate group with a wooden eye. A fat man beside him elbowed him sharply in the stomach.
'I'm Randell Crane!' said the man happily, walking past the groups.
Hermione stepped forward. 'Mr Crane? How'd you get us here?'
'I'm special, that's how! OK, does everyone know where we are?'
'It seems we are on a mild part of Cadarahas...' said Legolas wisely.
Randell was quiet for a long time, along with everyone else except for the Lord of the Rings group who murmured among themselves. 'Uh, close enough Mr Pointy Eared Guy!' Legolas looked offended. 'We are actually in Canada!'
'I've heard of Canada!' yelled Hermione.
'Typical Mud-blood...' Draco sighed, rolling his eyes.
'Don't you dare call her that!' roared Ron, pulling out his wand.
'You're going to attack him with polished wood?' asked Saruman, rolling his eyes. 'Uh-huh...'
'It is not polished wood! It's a wand!' yelled Ron, still infuriated. 'I am a wizard-'
'You're not a wizard!' cut in Gandalf. 'I'm a wizard!'
'Well, we are too!' snapped Dumbledore, glaring at Gandalf.
Gandalf stuck his tongue out at Dumbledore, and turned his back on him. Dumbledore glared at him, shaking his fist.
'Uh-huh... Why are we here?' asked Harry, eyeing Dumbledore and Gandalf cautiously.
'For the Survival Challenge!' Randell cried excitedly.
'Oh, thank God we all know what that is!' said Will sarcastically, fuming.
'You don't need to get angry about it!' retorted Legolas.
'Who ask you, you nancing, prissy elf?' spat Will, tapping his foot impatiently.
Once again, Legolas had another arrow pointed for death at someone. Randell burst into hysterias. 'Oh no, no, no! No weapons! We'll have to take those away! Nadene! Come take the weapons away!'
Everyone groaned as they let their precious weapons be taken away by a tall, bulky woman with a moustache who growled when ever someone hesitated with the weapon. Gimli was crying as Nadene took his axe away and Jack tried to bargain his way out of it when she came to get his sword.
'I'll give you rum! Nice, tasty rum!' Jack pleaded.
'Give it up, Jack! You've got no rum!' snapped Annamaria angrily, as she set down her sword.
'But she doesn't know that...' winked Jack, pointing to Nadene.
'For the love of-' Annamaria sighed, rolling her eyes.
'Alright! Roll-call!' shouted Randell. 'OK, Lord of the Rings group?'
'Oh, I guess...that's us...' hesitated Frodo.
'Kay. Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, King Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli the Dwarf, Gandalf the White, Meriadoc Brandybuck, Perigren Took, Saruman of Isengard, Eowyn of Rohan, and Elrond of Rivendall... are you all here?' asked Randell, running his finger down the list.
'Yes!' they all said in unison.
'Perigren? Meriadoc? Elrond? Really now, be civilized!' Snaped roared with laughter.
'We are from Middle-earth, my greasy haired friend.' said Elrond mystically.
'And where is, Middle-earth? There is no such thing!' shouted Norrington.
'Middle-earth is where it is,' said Gandalf.
'Uh, yeah... Well, what year was it when you left?' asked Norrington, sure that it will show that there was no such thing as "Middle-earth".
'First year of the fourth age.' stated Aragorn.
'Yeah... OK. Harry Potter people?' Randell said, ignoring the angry Middle-earthians.
'Oh, of course we have to Harry Scar-Head Potter people... he is oh-so-great! Let's all worship baby Potter! The greedy little son of a bi-' hissed Voldemort.
Randell ignored this and went on. 'Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Tom Marvalo Riddle-'
'It is not Tom Marvalo Riddle! A cursed name! A name of my past!' roared Voldemort. 'It is Lord Voldemort!'
'But it says here, Tom Marvalo Riddle...'said Randell, checking the list.
'I could kill you right now if I had my wand.' huffed Voldemort, crossing his arms across his chest.
'Well you don't now do you?'
Voldemort was speechless.
'Okay. On with this. Fred and George Weasley, Draco Malfoy...'
'Draco? Oh, you people are the stupid ones!' mocked Pippin.
'Why you little...' threatened Draco, stepping towards him.
Pippin stared up at Draco. 'What are you gonna do big guy? Huh? Huh?' Pippin kicked him in the shin.
Draco jumped on Pippin, swearing and cursing. Randell ran forward and tore them apart. 'We don't fight here! This is a place of love and warmth!'
'Warmth? We're freezing our arses off over here!' shouted Fred.
'Fine. I'll get on with the roll-call... ah, forget it. I don't care if you are here or not. Okay, purpose of the Survival Challenge. You will have to work together as one team to make it through the cold weather without clothes, weapons or food. You must make all of this yourselves. Every two weeks, we will have a vote to see who gets voted off the team. It will be freezing and many wild beasts roam these woods that could tear you apart in seconds. You will likely lose some fingers and toes because you will not have enough warmth. Fun, no?'
'You're a nut.' said Ron, mouth wide open.
'No, I'm a cashew.'
Everyone was quiet.
'Where is the bloody rum!' screamed Jack.

Kim: Ohmygawd! I am so sorry about this! It was my turn to write the chapter and I got really, really behind!
Amy: I would've been done along time ago...
Kim: Shutup. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. I swear, it will get funnier!
Amy: Cashews!!!
Kim: smacks Amy, grinning
Amy: Ow!!!