Part Two: The Part with the Little People:

Hermione floated in a sea of darkness. She had a vague thought that perhaps she had died, except, if she had died, would she feel this odd? She opened her eyes and noticed that she was lying on the ground in a field near the Burrow, the Weasley's odd little house just beyond her, and there was a large bookshelf to the left of her. She sat upright, looked around, and saw Crookshanks sitting beside her.

"Where are we, boy?" she asked. She stood up and brushed off her dress. Wait? Why did she have on a white and blue gingham dress? It looked like a table cloth! She shook the cobwebs from her brain and looked around her. She saw a straw basket beside the bookshelf, in which she picked up. She started toward the house, when she heard noises all around her.

"Hello?" she called out. "Is anyone there?" She thought she saw Arthur and Molly Weasley hiding behind a bush, but that was impossible, because the people she spied were only about as high as her knees, and she knew that the Weasleys were taller than that.

She kept walking toward the house, when she heard someone talking, and then giggling.

"Who's there?" she called out again. Just then, she saw Percy Weasley, no bigger than a doll, run from one bush to another. "What in the world!" she exclaimed.

"Percy?" she yelled. Then to herself she said, "That can't be Percy. I must be seeing things." Crookshanks was following her closely. She continued to walk toward the house, when she saw Fred and George whiz past her on brooms. They were no bigger than large owls.

She stopped in her tracks, mouth open, shocked. Finally, Molly and Arthur ventured out from behind the bush, toward her. She looked down. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?" she asked. Then she fainted.

When she awoke the second time she was lying on the ground, and Luna Lovegood was standing before her. "Luna?" she asked.

"Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?" Luna asked.

"What?" Hermione felt her own head for injuries. She felt a small bump. She stood up, picked up the basket, noticed her wand safely tucked within, and said, "Luna, please tell me what's going on here. I was in the Ministry, in the archives, looking at some old law books, when Malfoy, Harry and Ron came down. I climbed a shelf to get Crookshanks, the shelf fell, and that's all I recall, before I woke up here." She saw Bill Weasley run before her. He was no taller than her a fence post. "Oh, and all the Weasleys seem to have shrunken."

"Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" Luna repeated.

"Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" Hermione spat back. "And what's with the fairy-princess get up? You look like Glenda the good-witch from the…oh, my, stars…NO!" She looked around, turning in circles. She looked back at the bookshelf. It was on its side, on top of a pair of legs in red and white stockings.

"WHO'S THAT?" Hermione asked, pointing toward the legs.

"That's the wicked witch of the east, and you killed her with your bookshelf, so once again, I need to ask, are you a good witch or a bad witch?" Luna asked with a smile.

"I killed someone? With a bookshelf? What? Please, what in the world is going on? Where am I?" Hermione shouted.

"You're in Weasley Land," Luna replied. "In the wonderful land of Because."

"Weasley Land? Because?" Hermione stared in silent shock and deep thought. She blinked twice. She looked down at Crookshanks and said, "This is all your fault." She supposed the correct thing to say to him was, "It looks like we're not in London anymore, boy," but that would be stating the obvious. If she was indeed inside an old movie (more so than the old book) why weren't things more accurate? Why were there 'Weasleys' instead of Munchkins and why was the land called 'Because' instead of Oz. She knew this movie like the back of her hand, and if she was suffering from a head injury, or if she was dreaming, or under some sort of spell, wouldn't she still get the facts correct?

She couldn't get things right in her mind because all of the Weasleys began to approach her. She thought they looked rather cute, tiny as they were. Bill gave her a key to the city, and bowed. "In honour of you killing the Wicked Witch of the East, I'd like to present you with the key to our city."

"Ummm, alright," she said. She reached toward his outstretched little hand and took the key.

Percy stepped forward and said, "I've thoroughly examined the witch and she is very dead, indeed. Here is a certificate to prove it." He handed her a small piece of paper. She didn't care if the witch was dead, but she reached out for the certificate all the same.

Ginny approached next, curtseyed, and handed her some flowers and candies. Charlie gave her a small broom to show his appreciation. Arthur gave her a tiny little compass and a tiny little umbrella. "One will help you find your way and the other will help you if it rains."

"I figured that, but thank you," she said. She didn't want to tell him that with Crookshanks by her side, as well as her wand, she would find her way to where she might be going just fine, and as for the rain, well, she would tackle that when and if it occurred.

Molly approached and handed her a small plate with tiny homemade biscuits. "Here you go dear. I made them myself." Hermione smiled at her.

Fred and George flew by again on their brooms. George hovered nearby and shook her hand. She was shocked to see Fred, because the Fred of her time was no longer alive. She turned toward this Fred and he winked at her.

After a few more moments of gratitude from the all, except Ron, who was noticeable absent, Hermione finally asked, "Okay, I guess I need to ask if any of you can help me get home."

Just then, the sky turned black. There was an evil cackling sound, and the Weasleys all ran toward their house. Luna and Hermione remained where they were, to face an evil witch on a broom, who looked an awful lot like Professor Umbridge.

"Oh great, you have got to be kidding me. She would be the wicked witch of the west. I was hoping she was the one under the house," Hermione said with apparent disgust.

"YOU KILLED MY SISTER!" Umbridge said. "You filthy Mudblood!"

"Hey, there's no call for that. Dorothy was never called that!" Hermione bellowed back.

Luna said, "Be gone with you, before someone drops a bookshelf on your head and kills you, too."

"I'm not leaving until I have my sapphire slippers!" Umbridge bellowed.

Hermione looked toward the feet that stuck out from 'her' bookshelf and sure enough, there was a pair of sapphire encrusted slippers on the feet. "Why sapphire? They're supposed to be ruby. See, everything is just a bit off, as if whoever put me here didn't know the story right, or something."

"I don't know why they're sapphire," Luna said, "but they must be important if she wants them so badly. You should take them instead." With a swish of her wand, Luna removed the slippers from the dead witch and they appeared on Hermione's feet.

"They're a bit tight," Hermione complained, looking down at the shoes on her feet. She looked over as the legs and feet of the dead witch began to roll upward, and out of sight. Hermione winced and said, "I always hated that part. It's so disgusting."

"Give me my slippers, girl!" Umbridge appealed. "They'll do you no good! You won't know how to use their magic."

"I bet I will," she snapped. "I'm smarter than you, now be off. I already know how to kill you, and it's not with a bookshelf. I'm getting out of here." She clicked her heels together three times and said, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home." She closed her eyes. When she opened them, she was still there.

"Damn, that's supposed to work," she complained. "What good are these stupid things if they won't take me home?"

"Give them to me!" Umbridge demanded again.

"Oh pooh," Hermione said. She swished her wand and transfigured a nearby bench into a bookshelf and lifted it into the air and had it land dangerously close to the woman. She screamed and disappeared in a puff of green smoke. "Well, that got rid of her for a while. What shall I do?"

"You could always follow the green brick road, to the Ruby City, and perhaps the Wizard of Because can help you," Luna informed her.

Hermione glared at her and said, "Really? A green brick road? The Ruby City? Why is everything all confused? Fine, where is this stupid green brick road?"

"Right here," Luna said, pointing to a place by their feet.

Hermione sighed and said, "I should be off then. I really need to get home. You see, Draco Malfoy, he's an evil wizard, is trying to take Crookshanks, he's my cat, right there," Hermione pointed, "and I have to stop him."

"You could always drop a bookshelf on him," Luna suggested.

"That's a great idea, although I don't actually want to kill him. Maim him, sure, kill him, no." Hermione added, "I just have to make him see reason and convince him not to take my cat from me."

"Good luck with that," Luna said. "And don't forget to keep the slippers on your feet."

"Right. I know the story," Hermione said. She picked up Crookshanks, said goodbye to all the little Weasleys, and started down the green brick road. She walked quite a way, humming the tune from 'The Wizard of Oz' movie to herself.

She stopped when she saw a cornfield. There was a scarecrow in the cornfield, but he was having no luck scaring away the crows. The birds were eating all of his corn, and he was merely up on his perch, looking sad and forlorn.

She approached closer, and saw that the scarecrow looked an awful lot like Harry. She climbed the fence, and started shouting, "SHOO, SHOO!" to all the birds. She walked up to the perch and looked up at the face of the scarecrow.

"Harry?" she said.

"What did you call me?" he asked.

"Oh, please, not you, too. You're Harry." She reached up and pulled on the nail holding him on the wooden beam and he slipped to the ground. He fell completely, tried to stand, fell again, and finally stood the second time.

"I'm not hairy. I'm made of straw. I'm a scarecrow," he said.

She felt so frustrated that she wanted to pull her hair out. "Fine, you're a scarecrow, you need a brain, and you're coming with me to the Ruby City, to get one from the Wizard of Because, but let's hurry, because I don't have much time. I have to get home." She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him along.

They walked only a short distance when the scarecrow said, "Thank you for getting me down from my perch. I was getting tired of trying to scare the crows away all day, all by myself. I kept trying to think up better ways to scare them, but it's difficult to come up with good ideas when you don't have a brain."

She stopped walking and said, "I hate to break this to you, but it's difficult to walk and talk when you don't have a brain, too, but you seem to be doing that with infinite flare, henceforth, you already have a brain."

They started walking again, Crookshanks running a bit ahead of them, and she said, "That was always your problem, Harry. You never had confidence in yourself. You're smart, you really are, but you don't think you are. You have good instincts, you're quick with solutions, and you have good common sense, and all of those things are signs of intelligence, too, you know?"

"Gee, thanks. Usually the crows tell me I'm dumb," he mumbled. "I think I'm going to like you. What's your name?"

"Oh, sorry, I thought you knew," she rushed. She stopped walking again, held out her hand and said, "My name is Hermione Granger."

"Well, hello, Hermione Granger. My name is Scarecrow." He shook her hand.

"Do you mind if I call you Harry?" she asked.

"I don't have a mind, so call me whatever pleases you," he said with a smile. "You're the nicest person I've ever met, and so pretty, and very smart."

She smiled back and said, "I think I really am going to love you the most of all."

The slipped her arm inside the crook of his, and they walked arm-in-arm down the green brick road, together.

Behind a tree, Draco Malfoy stood, watching the whole scene before him. He didn't know how all of this happened, or how he ended up in this spell with her, but he knew one thing, it was the perfect vehicle for him to finally tell her what he really felt for her, without getting hurt. He could also find out what she felt for him. If he wasn't mistaken, in the movie, Dorothy runs into the 'tin man' next.

So Draco needed to find the tin man before she did. He ran through the woods and came upon a woodsman's cottage. He saw a tin man, who looked a lot like that stupid Oliver Wood. He was frozen solid, rusted over completely. A simple spell sent 'that' tin man into the cottage, and Draco readied himself for the arrival of Hermione and Harry.