Harry lifted his head and looked around the room confused for a moment and just trying to get his bearings. This place did not look like his room back in Gryffindor tower and seemed well sort of empty. He stood up from where he was sitting in the corner and wandered around the room for a little while noticing that it seemed to be a circular room with no windows and only one tiny door. He walked over to it this must be the way out of the room but…the door seemed to be about the same size as his foot!
"Well don't just sit there staring at me don't you want to get through?" a voice asked. Harry looked around he was used to having different ghosts talking to him who he couldn't see or other magical creatures but he couldn't see what could possibly be talking to him!
"Uh….hello?" he said nervously looking around for the magical creature.
"Arent you going to try knocking on me?" said the creature.
"Why would I want to knock on you? Besides where on earth are you?" Harry asked looking around in confusion. Then he finally spotted it…the door! It had a little face on it!
"FINALLY! Sheesh what does a door gotta do for some attention round here!" it said.
"Sorry," Harry said as he knocked gently on the door.
Nothing happened.
He knocked harder.
Music started to play as the door swung open.
"Welcome to welcome to wonderland it happens to be a happening place…welcome to welcome to wonderland where you know you'll be in a place where you will see things you've never known and meet people you've never seen welcome to welcome to wonderland if you can just get through that door!"
"So what now?" Harry said kneeling down and peering through the doorway.
"eeep! Its ginormous!" came the voice of a little mouse as it went running past the door.
"I'd suggest you try the drink on the table!" the door said.
"Oh…right…" Harry said as he walked to the table taking a small glass bottle from the table.
"Drink me" was clearly written on the label.
Harry looked at the bottle thinking. He tried to remember all of the things that Snape had ever said about potions and how you should never drink something if you were unsure as to what it would do. There were many different poisons that could possibly be ingested and if you do drink from a bottle marked poison then it was bound to disagree with you sooner or later wouldn't it? But this bottle was not marked poison and it smelled, Harry undid the lid, just like butterbeer! He decided to just have a small taste and Harry suddenly shrunk down so quickly that he dropped the bottle and soaked himself with the liquid from head to toe. He continued to shrink and found himself looking up at the room around him which now looked HUGE. But he looked at the doorway and now…it looked like he could go through EASILY!
Harry happily walked out the door and looked around taking in his surroundings.
"Hi Harry!" said a large creature as it flew past him. It beat its large wings hard as alphabet letters flew out behind it like puffs of smoke and it made a loud buzzing sound. "Hi Harry!" said a smaller creature, "Hi Harry" another one. Harry followed them down a garden path into a lovely garden filled with flowers.
"Oh wow what are these and how do they know my name?" Harry said aloud in astonishment.
"They are spelling bees and we all know of you Harry and of the prophesy!" said a large flower as it unfolded its leaves just like a bird and sat on a branch of a nearby tree. Harry rubbed his eyes hard and blinked but the flower just continued to stare at him from the branch.
"Not another one!" Harry sighed "and I didn't know flowers could talk!"
"Of course they can!" another flower, with large woollen ears then asked, "where do you normally plant flowers is the ground soft or hard?"
Harry thought back to the way that he had learned how to take care of flowers which was with his Aunt Petunia and how the earth seemed to need so much work turning it and making it almost hug the flowers as they burst from the earth.
"Come on boy come up with an answer!" growled an aggressive looking flower with what looked like the head of a tiger.
"He isn't very bright is he?" said a giant sunflower. The other flowers giggled!
"I think it's quite soft!" Harry said.
"My point exactly so the flowers are always asleep!" explained the lambs ear flower kindly "Now tell me what kind of flower are you?"
"Not a rose that's for sure!" said a nearby flower bush with little flowers saying "no not one of us!"
"Definitely not"
"No way"
"nuh uh"
"well I can't say much about its petals," said the sunflower
"and the colouring is all wrong!" said the lamb ear plant.
"He must be a weed GRRRRRR" growled the tiger lily.
The rose bush quivered with its flowers shouting out "oooh a weed!"
"A weed!"
"Get rid of it!"
"Quick!"
The bird of paradise flower, still sitting on the branch, SQUAKED and swooped down towards Harry to peck him but he ducked away from its evil eye. The rose bush reached out one of its branches to trip him and the tigerlily bent down and headbutted him to roll out of the garden quickly.
Harry kept rolling and rolling leaving him quite dizzy when he finally stopped by bumping into a solid object. He sat looking at the object for a while trying to work out what it was when he heard a voice.
"wazzup man!" the voice seemed slurred and it didn't take Harry long to find out why once he found the owner of the voice. Seeing a tip of a tail over the edge of what he could only surmise was a roof to the object he rolled into. He backed away from the object a little bit so that he could get a better view standing in some brilliantly bright red poppies. He gave a little yawn. Staring up at the creature which looked like a giant caterpillar with the head of a zebra smoking a hookah.
"well that's different," Harry muttered.
"yeaaah," it said and giggled, "sorry to kill ya buzz man waz ya doin ere?"
"I uh…I dunno to be perfectly honest," Harry said confused.
"honesty bah who ever got anywhere's being dat give me a poem," the caterpillar said.
Harry stared at him as if he had just fallen off a cloud which considering how much the caterpillar was smoking of goodness knows what was probably not far from the truth! But he guessed his day couldn't get any weirder so he decided to try to remember a poem he had heard from an old storybook.
Magic is nor black or white
It comes straight from the heart
Knowing that your deepest wish
Can now come play a part
Love comes strong and plentiful
When you listen to the truth
"and ummm" Harry said thinking.
"no no man you got dat wrong!"
The caterpillar stood up as best as it could on its back feet taking another puff from the hookah.
Love comes strong and plentiful
When ye is in your youth
However if it stays for life
Then you shall learn the truth
"Oh right said Harry! And they finished together"
For in the truth of wizard kids
And witches so it should seem
Is if we use magic wisely than
We could really live the dream
The caterpillar clapped with all its front feet in delight but then looking at its tail said,
"Ooops its time!" it said and pushed itself to the edge of the mushroom where it was then holding on by what looked like just its tail and slowly built itself into a cocoon. Harry watched the amazing creature whilst the cocoon slowly started by the tip of the tail and covered the whole creature in what seemed like a thick sack of goo. He watched it shake left and right as slowly something black started pushing out from the bottom and he saw the butterfly emerge from the cocoon going to the nearest poppy and just flapping its wings quietly allowing it to dry.
"Believe in yourself and maybe one day you'll become something beautiful too!" the butterfly said immodestly it seemed to have changed its language a little bit on the way through the cocoon as well. Harry yawned.
"can't slip me speech too much mate," the butterfly said with a wicked grin, then it rose up into the air saying "one side will make you grow taller the other side will make you grow taller."
"side of what?" Harry said looking around confused and yawning again loudly.
"The mushroom!" the butterfly said as it left the poppy and flew up towards the sky
Harry allowed for this overwhelming feeling of tiredness to overtake him as he slowly collapsed into the field of poppies.