Chapter 6: Harry Speaks to the Wizard of?

Harry, Moira, Tootles, and Curly were off to see the Wizard of Oz.

About a third of the way in, after following the Yellow Brick Road, they came to a fork in the road, and none of them knew which way to go.

Suddenly- they heard a voice yell out. "Go back! Leave!"

The four of them looked around, but they couldn't see anything. The only thing close to them was a scarecrow hanging in a corn field.

Tootles walked up to the scarecrow. "You don't think it was this guy do you?" he asked, poking at the scarecrow's stuffing with a stick. "Never mind. It can't be him. This guy is full of straw." he said, answering his own question.

Just as Tootles began walking away- the scarecrow's eyes opened up and they were black as night. The scarecrow then leapt from off his post and attacked Tootles from behind, tackling him to the ground.

The scarecrow raised his hand in the air, his fingers grew sharp razor blades and he was about to slash down at Tootles.

"STUPEFY!" Harry yelled out, pointing his wand at the scarecrow and blasting it with the stunning spell.

The blast hit the scarecrow, but it didn't affect it much because the blast went straight through the scarecrow's stuffed chest, only leaving a gaping hole.

Harry had to think of something quick because the scarecrow was ready to strike.

Suddenly- Moira yelled out. "INCENDIO!" Launching a fireball at the scarecrow, causing its straw head to catch fire.

The scarecrow jumped high into the air, heading directly for Harry, Moira, and Curly; its head and shoulders blazing.

Just as the scarecrow was coming down- Harry and Moira pointed their wands at it and yelled, "REDUCTO!" causing the scarecrow to completely blow apart, sending bits of fiery straw in all directions; the red ashes were floating down like snowflakes.

After brushing off his clothes, "What was that all about!?" Curly blurted.

"It must be Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed. "His dark magic is getting even more powerful and he is able to control different elements… I mean… look at this scarecrow… it doesn't even have a BRAIN."

The four of them still had a decision to make. Which way should they take at the fork in the road? Harry decided that it would be best if they split up. Harry and Curly would take one way, and Tootles and Moira would take the other.

After the four of them separated, Harry and Curly found a small distillery setup surrounded by a picket fence. It looked like it might belong to one of the munchkins because of how low the metal table was to the ground. Sitting on the table was a large tin pot, and it was surrounded by smaller pots, along with a few jugs filled with some sort of a clear liquid.

"What do you think they were trying to make here?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I know exactly what they were trying to make here!" Curly declared, hopping over to one of the tables and taking a sip from out of one of the jugs. "OOH-WEE! That's some good moonshine!"

"Moonshine?" Harry asked. "How do you know what moonshine tastes like?"

"I might look like I'm only fourteen, but I assure you I have been around much longer than that." he retorted, tipping the jug back again and taking another swig.

"BELCH!... Wanna try some." Curly offered, holding the jug out near Harry.

Harry took a whiff of it. "Nooo thanks!" he replied, wanting to plug his nose due to its strong smell.

"Soot yourself." Curly responded, taking yet another sip.

"Okay, Okay, that's enough." Harry scolded, wanting Curly to stop taking swigs. "We don't need you to be drunk if we run into anything else dangerous."

Curly tried hopping back over the fence, but instead he tripped and fell flat on his face. "I guess I am feeling a little bit tipsy." he slurred, trying to pick himself up from off the ground.

Just as he stood up-

Suddenly the entire distillery began transforming into some sort of a tin-man robot. It grabbed hold of Curly and flung him back over the fence.

"GO BACK! LEAVE!" it commanded.

The tin-man robot then busted through the wooden fence and began heading towards Harry, its hands were out and ready to attack.

"STUPEFY!" Harry yelled out, but the spell simply bounced off of the robot.

"REDUCTO!" he tried yelling, but the spell barely even caused a dent.

Just as the tin-man robot tried grabbing a hold of Harry-

DONG! Curly hit the robot over the head with a branch, causing its hollow tin head to make a drum-like noise.

Curly tried swinging the branch at the tin-man robot once again, but this time the robot was ready and it blocked Curly's attempt.

Then, the tin-man robot picked Curly up by his neck and began choking him.

Since the robot was made out of tin, Harry realized a spell that he could use. "AGUAMENTI!" He yelled out, causing a gush of water to splash against the robot.

Within a few seconds, the tin-man robot began to seize up because it was getting rusty. It still had a good grip on Curly's neck, but luckily for Curly it couldn't squeeze any tighter.

Harry quickly ran over and helped Curly down.

The tin-man robot looked very mad because it wasn't able to move.

"I know that you are the one controlling the robot, Voldemort!" Harry piped up. "Why don't you show yourself!?" he demanded, pounding his fist on the side of the robot, causing more hollow drum noises to occur. "What's the matter… you don't have the HEART to face me!?"

Meanwhile… Moira and Tootles came to a large wooded area.

"This place looks a little spooky. What do you think lives in that forest?" Moira frighteningly asked.

"All sorts of things, I guess." Tootles replied.

"What kind of things?" Moira continued.

"Oh… I don't know… Lions… Tigers… and bears."

"Oh my!" Moira fretted.

The two of them were startled when a voice yelled out. "LEAVE! GO BACK!" it growled.

"What was that!?" Moira asked, grabbing hold of Tootles' arm.

The two of them looked all over the place, but they couldn't tell where the voice was coming from.

Then, from out of nowhere-

"GROOOWWWWL!" A lion flew through the air, tackling both Moira and Tootles to the ground.

The lion tried clawing at Moira, but Tootles grabbed a hold of its paw just in time.

The lion didn't like that very much, so it swatted Tootles with the back of its paws, knocking Tootles several feet backwards. After landing- Tootles hit his head on a large boulder, causing him to fall unconscious.

At that moment, while the lion was tending to Tootles, Moira managed to slip away from the lion and hide behind a tree.

The lion started sniffing around. "Come on out… and put 'em' up!" it snarled. "I'm the KING of the FOREST!" it declared, beating its paws against its chest.

The lion began getting closer and closer to Moira.

Just before the lion could find her-

"HIPPO PATRONUM!" A boy's voice shouted.

Suddenly the loud sounds of heavy feet could be heard stomping the ground. When the lion looked to see where it was coming from, it became genuinely frightened. A large hippopotamus was charging straight at it.

The lion knew it would surely get trampled if it decided to stay and fight, so instead, it decided to retreat as quickly as possible.

The hippo continued giving chase until the lion was far out of sight.

"What's the matter, Lion? You ain't got enough COURAGE to face me!?" the hippo blurted.

The hippo walked back towards Moira and Tootles.

Tootles had woken up and stood in front of Moira to protect her from the hippo.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" The hippopotamus became Ron Weasley.

"It's just me guys." Ron declared. "I figured you guys might need my help, so I followed the Yellow Brick Road, but when I came to the fork in the road, I figured I'd take this way. Luckily I did! You guys looked like you were about to be eaten alive!"

"How did you do that?" Moira asked. "How did you manage to become a hippo? I thought your magic animal was a dog."

"I'm not sure how I did it." Ron replied, also shocked by his transformation. "I simply thought to myself, what would a lion be afraid of... Then, I yelled out the words, Hippo Patronum... And the next thing I knew, I was charging towards the cowardly lion as a hippopotamus. Perhaps it has something to do with the magic in the Land of Oz."

Meanwhile, Harry and Curly finally found the Wizard's palace.

The palace was made up of green emerald towers. It was the last glistening light that was left in all of Oz.

Harry knocked on the door.

A man with a very large mustache opened a small hatch at the top of the door. "What do you guys want?" he spouted, looking down at Harry and Curly.

"We need to get inside because we need to speak to the Wizard of Oz!" Harry replied.

"Nobody gets to see the Wizard of Oz! I refuse to allow you to enter!"

"We have to!" Harry declared. "Don't you see what is going on around here!? If we don't get to see the Wizard then everything in the Land of Oz will perish!"

"The dark wizard took Hermione after she got the ruby slippers. Those slippers are the last bit of magic this place has left!" Curly warned.

"If the dark wizard has the slippers, it is too late anyways." The man with the large mustache frowned. "I still won't let you in!"

Harry wasn't having any of it. He stepped back and pointed his wand at the door.

"ALOHOMORA!" Harry shouted, causing the door to blast open.

The man with the mustache fell to his butt and slid several feet backwards. He then got back up on his feet.

"That wasn't necessary!" he scolded, brushing off his bright green tuxedo.

Harry and Curly approached him. "It was necessary!" Harry retorted. "We must see the Wizard of Oz at this moment!"

The man with the large mustache could tell they weren't taking no for an answer. "Okay. I will go make sure it is okay to see him. Please wait right here."

The man was gone for about a minute, and when he came back out, he told the two of them that only one of them was allowed to see the Wizard of Oz.

"I'll go." Harry piped up.

The man with the large mustache opened the door. "Just walk through the corridor and the Wizard of Oz will be waiting."

Harry made his way down the long emerald corridor, until he finally made his way into a large room.

Harry was looking around, when suddenly-

POOF! A giant cloud of smoke formed several feet in front of him.

"I AM THE GREAT AND POWERFUL… DUMBLEDORE!"

"Dumbledore?" Harry questioned.

When the smoke cleared, a giant ghostly head of Dumbledore appeared from out of it.

"Yes, Harry. It is me. Dumbledore!"

"How did you find me?" Harry asked.

"I can trace you." Dumbledore responded. "I have been trying to trace you all throughout the cosmos. I could take away several points from Gryffindor for you pulling this stunt!"

"I had to, Professor! He took Ron! Now he has Hermione!" Harry bellowed.

"Yes. I know. And now Voldemort has become more powerful than any wizard that has ever lived." Dumbledore frowned.

"The Good Witch of the North, Glinda, said the Wizard of Oz would know how to help."

"The Wizard of Oz? HA!" Dumbledore laughed. "That phony took off in a hot-air balloon as soon as the skies started turning dark."

"What do we do now?" Harry desperately wanted to know.

"You will have to find a way to reunite the Light Stone and the Dark Stone together." Dumbledore proclaimed.

"How?"

"You must find out where Voldemort has Peter Pan. He is using Peter's shadow to harness the Light Stone's magic. Rejoin Peter and his shadow and everything else will fall in line. Be sure Moira is there when it happens. She is the key."