Author's Note! Hey sorry it took me so long to update but I had a writer's block. Anyway about the last chapter…er…it wasn't exactly in the bealte life. It was in the Harry Potter life. HA! I just wanted to throw something original in the story you know? Also this chapter also has nothing to do with the Beatles and not much will until one or two more chapters. Sorry but it is a little hard. So here it is…

The Hogwarts Boys

After one more hangover, this time all of them had suffered, they took off for Liverpool. When they left the Leaky Cauldron they walked over to King's Cross. They purchased their tickets and got on the train.

"Where're we going?" asked Ron.

"Birmingham. It's on the way to Liverpool," responded Harry.

"We're staying there?" asked Colin.

"Yeah probably."

"Are we gonna have another night like last night's?"

"Yes. And will you stop asking questions?"

A few hours later they made it to the train station in Birmingham (A/N I'm not too sure if Birmingham has a train station but it's on its way to Liverpool so…and I'm not sure if it's hardcore either). They stepped out and found themselves in another hardcore city.

"Gee, Harry you sure can pick cities" said Ron

"Oh shut up."

They walked by a group of men who were picking a fight, another man talking to some women and a drunken man wandering the streets.

"Well, guys, looks like we gotta get used to this eh?" said Colin.

"To a motel then?" asked Ron.

"Yeah there's one right over there" said Harry.

"Er…Harry, that place doesn't look so…posh or anything" said Colin.

It was true. The building look so dilapidated; it was like an exact replica of the Shrieking Shack. Once they were inside they noticed that the exterior wasn't the only problem with the motel. The wallpaper and carpet was peeling off revealing rotted wood and an old brick wall, there were tipped over ashtrays everywhere, and a fallen chandelier on the floor.

They walked over to the counter and Harry rang the little bell standing on a stack of dirty magazines. Unsurprisingly the bell didn't even work.

"Hello?" called Harry. "Hello?"

"Whaddya want?" said a voice that made everyone jump. A short, balding plump man stepped out from a doorway in a corner. Ron could see the man's rotted yellow teeth.

"Well…um…we'd like a room please," said Harry with a shaky voice.

"Here!" yelled the man throwing a key down on the counter. "Room 248! That'll be 20 dolla's!"

Ron, Harry, or Colin had no idea why this man was yelling so much, but they put that thought in the imaginary trunk where questions like this can't possibly be answered, paid and went to their room.

The room suited the rest of the motel and the city perfectly. It had the same peeling walls and floors and it had a naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Then to make it even worse there was only one bed.

"Home sweet home" said Ron sarcastically.

"Hopefully we'll be too wasted tonight to care" said Harry.

So after meeting their motel room they left their belongings and went out to a small pub.

"OK, one rule," Ron started "we can't go…until Colin here falls off over."

"You got it!" said Colin rather excited.

They went inside and all bought some drinks. They looked around and saw the same sight that seemed to be following them everywhere they went. They saw a very muscular man with a tiny woman in leather, men throwing chairs and again a bartender behind the counter.

And after some drinks some young ladies walked over to the three boys.

"Hello there" said one of them to Ron. Ron though, hardly noticed. His vision was so blurred he didn't notice or care that this woman had a tattoo down her chest or many piercings. He just laughed it off and had a lovely time.

"Oh my God! You're Harry Potter!" said the other woman pointing at Harry's scar. Harry felt exactly if not worse than Ron and just smiled while his head span away from the rest of his body.

"Well yes I am, what have you heard of me?" The women just giggled and the one talking to Harry sat right on his lap as did the one that spoke to Ron and the other girl sat on top of Colin.

"I'm Colin. Who're you?"

"My name's Betty."

"I'm Donna," said the one on top of Ron

"I'm Peggy," said the one on Harry.

"Drinks on me!" yelled Colin.

Then everyone drank and talked and made no sense at all. But not long after the fun had to end and right when they heard a thump they knew Colin had fallen over and it was time to go.