So it's me again!
Sopp has 3 other stories to work on so I'll probably be updating the most.
Anyway here's the next chapter for you all.
Enjoy!

Chapter 4 – Sorting out the Problems

"How in the name of all things tater tots does Blaine know how to get out of this freaking forest?" Mercedes declared as we were running from the spiders.

"Mercedes… its Blaine that you're talking about here! He's a dork and knows anything and everything about Hogwarts that's how he knows how to get out! Now shut up and keep running!" I shouted back at her.

Just then my phone started to ring

"Hello?"

"KURT! KURT! Guess where I am!" Blaine yelled down the phone, "I'm outside Hagrid's hut! Hagrid's freaking hut!"

I could only laugh at how excited he sounded. It was like a 7 year old finding out they were going to Disney Land.

"That great Blaine, but could you tell us how to get out of this damn forest please? We're being chased by thing huge fucking spider and it's really speedy"

"OH MY WIZARD GOD! You've met Aragog? That's so not fair! Why do you get to do all the cool stuff?" He moaned.

Yes, because almost getting eaten was a great thing to do… Just then though we saw a silhouette standing a couple of feet ahead. It was giant like and had a bushy beard… HAGRID!

I ran towards him hoping he would help us get out!

"What the 'ell are you lot doin' 'ere?" He asked as a look of shock appeared on his face. Oh god we were all in our Rocky Horror outfits. We'll be at St Mungo's in no time at all.

"Well… we were at our school and we were singing the time warp and then we sorta ended up here… I know it sounds strange but there isn't really any other way to describe what happened." Sam replied.

"Where exactly are we?" Rachel had to butt in. Does she ever not feel the need to be the centre of attention?

"Why you're in the Forbidden Forest," he replied, "I don't supposed you lot are 'ere with a guy that has triangular eyebrows are you? 'Cause he's be shouting something 'bout spiders… oh dear did my Aragog scare you guys? Sorry 'bout that." he sounded genuinely sorry.

"Will you please show us the way out?" I asked him.

"I'll take you to the eyebrows lad, an' then take yer ter Dumbledore. E'll know whatta do."

And for once, I felt great about following a man twice the size of Finn into a fictional