Harry Potter and the Wizard of Oz

Harry Potter and the Wizard of Oz

Chapter 5

There it was: Oz, the castle shimmering in the sunlight. The four friends stood, stunned.

Harry was about to be a boy again!

Draco was getting a new attitude!

Ron was getting courage, and Hermione was going home.

And yet, if she went, she'd never see them again. But if she stayed, Aunt Minerva, Uncle Hagrid, Fred, and even George would miss her. She'd have to ask the Wizard about this prospect, she knew.

"We made it! We made it to Oz!" she cried, and hugged each one of them in turn.

They were all she had now, except her precious Hedwig; she couldn't leave them, and she wouldn't, ever.

They followed the yellow-brick road till it ended, which was now the entrance to the emerald green castle. A doorbell hung on the big, green door.

"Should we ring it, or just go in?" Ron asked queasily.

"Ring it, Weasley!" Draco replied, and struck the doorbell with his tin arm.

It opened at once. A man that wasn't very much older than the group stood there, pimples decorating his face.

"Yeah, well what do you four want?" he said sulkily.

"Well, we wanted to see the Wizard," Harry replied.

"Who doesn't? Ya gotta have a valid reason to see 'em!"

"We were hoping he could help us," exclaimed Hermione.

"Let them in!" came a booming voice from inside the castle.

"Alright, alright, your highness! Get in kids; I hope you're prepared!" he added, opening the door to it's full extent.

"Follow me..." he said, waving them in, "the name's Stan Shunpike, by the way. I'm the door-manager."

Weaving in and out through the maze of walls, Stan showed them to a big gold door, which read The Wizard in big, bold letters.

"Good luck," Stan said quickly, and bolted back to his post.

Hermione knocked; a groan answered. Looking back at her, the three boys pushed the heavy barrier aside.

"Why, hello!" came a cheery voice from around the door, "I am Gilderoy Lockhart! Order of Merlin, third class, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five time winner of Witch Weekly's 'Most Charming Smile' award."

"Wait, are you the Wizard?" Hermione said.

"Erm, no... I'm just his personal assistant."

"Then where is he? Get off me, Ron!" she added angrily.

Ron had launched himself on her back, shaking.

"What is it, Ron?" Harry asked quickly.

"The wizard...."

"What? The Wizard? Where?-- oh..." Draco exclaimed.

An old man stood there, his long almost-white beard hanging freely from his face. He was the Wizard.

"Hello, children. What can I do for you?" he said.

"Well, we were hoping you could grant us a few... wishes," Hermione replied.

"Which would be...?"

"Harry, here, was turned into a scarecrow by the Wicked Wizard of the East, who's dead. Draco was turned into a tin man by Lucius Malfoy (his father), and he needs a better attitude. Ron was turned into a lion by his mother, the Good Witch of the North, plus he needs a whole bunch of courage. I just need to go home. See, I was transported here when a tornado struck my hometown, Dover. Can you help us, great Wizard?" Hermione explained.

"Please, just call me Dumbledore. Now, about your wishes.... It will be difficult, but I will try," he replied.

Sorry it's so short. I didn't have much time, and the next chapter will be up soon, I promise. ;)

*MissHarryPotter*