For Rae, my lovely wifey, and Carmen's Dueling Club.

On a lazy warm summer day, like you only find in late August, Hermione was bored of sitting next to her sister who was reading old fashion magazines rather than keeping her entertained. Suddenly, a small green toad hopped in front of her, muttering to itself "Oh dear, oh no, I'm late!"

The toad pulled an old watch from its waistcoat to check the time. He cried out in worry, for it was quite late indeed, and jumped into the creek, taking no heed of the young girl watching him. "I must find out why he's in such a hurry," cried Hermione. Brimming with curiosity, she ran to the stream and peered under the water.

The bank collapsed inward and Hermione fell with a cry. She fell for what must have been hours, wondering 'will I ever reach the riverbed of this slimy stream?'

Long at last, she landed in a narrow corridor filled with doors of all shapes and sizes. On a three legged table, Hermione found a small golden key and a green bottle with a label that read "DRINK ME." "The key must fit one of the doors," she said. After some speculation, she decided that it was the tiny door behind the table. "I'm too big to fit through, so maybe the potion will help me, she said in a firm, determined tone.

So, she drank the mysterious potion and shrank. When she was no bigger than a China doll, she opened the door and went through. "What a wondrous garden this is," she exclaimed. "Why, I'm as small as the insects buzzing around them." However, the excitement of being no bigger than a bug quickly wore off and Hermione wanted to be her regular size once again.

Her cries startled the toad, Neville, who mistook her for his maid and sent her to his cottage to fetch his gloves and fan.

Hermione was greatly confused by his behavior, bit thought she might find something useful there.

A piece of cake graced Neville's doorstep, with a sign that read, "EAT ME." "I'm so hungry," Hermione said as she saw the cake. As she devoured it, she began to feel quite odd indeed. "Oh no! I'm larger than this house!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Move out of my way, you're blocking the door," shouted Neville. Hermione picked up his fan and began to shrink.

"Oh, I'll never get back to the right size," Hermione cried. She went looking for help, and she soon saw a green thestral wearing a pink jacket. He was sitting on the top of a large mushroom, smoking a bubble pipe.

"One side makes you large, the other side makes you small," he said to Hermione before flying away.

"One side of what?" Hermione called after him.

"The mushroom, silly," he ate a piece of the mushroom.

"Thank goodness, I'm growing!" she cried, "But which way do I go?"

"That path leads to the Mad Wizard. The other way leads to Hogwarts," said a voice. Hermione turned to find a smiling Cat in a tree. "I'll see you later at Fred's Quidditch game," he said before disappearing.

Hermione walked down the path toward the Mad Wizard, "How wonderful! A tea party," she thought.

"There's no room for you!"shouted the Mad Hatter, "You may stay if you answer my riddle."

Alice smiled. She loved riddles, and answered several of them. Hermione eventually became confused. "Every time I answer, you ask a question," she told the Mad Wizard.

"We don't know any answers," he giggled.

"This is a waste of time," scolded Hermione. The others ignored her. They were trying to wake the Rat.

Hermione continued her walk past the mad tea party. She found herself in the middle of a stadium where Fred was playing Quidditch. His guards and gardeners were shaped like playing cards.

One gardener had planted white roses by mistake and then painted them red to rectify his error. "Off with their heads!" bellowed Fred. "I hate white roses!" "Have you ever played Quidditch?" Fred asked Hermione.

"Yes," Hermione timidly answered. "But I've never used a Quaffle or a Snitch."

"Play with me!" ordered Fred. "And let me win or I'll have your head!" Hermione tried her best to play, but she had trouble with her Bludger. "Off with her head!" cried Fred. Just then a trumpet sounded at the distance calling the Wizengamot to session.

Everyone rushed into the main chamber of the Wizengamot. "Court is now in session," announced the toad, Neville, "Will Hermione please come to the stand?"

Hermione took the stand and looked at the jury box, where the Thestral and the Mad Wizard were chatting. The Rat dozed and the Cat smiled at her. "What's going on?" asked Hermione.

"You are guilty of stealing the precious heart-shaped pies!" accused Fred, "And now you must be punished. Off with her head! Off with her head!" He demanded.

"How silly," replied Hermione. "I do not have the faintest idea of what you are talking about! I was only playing Quidditch."

"Fine, I shall let you keep your head a little bit longer," Fred allowed.

And just when it seemed that he was going to kiss her, because all fairy tales have the handsome king kiss the lost heroine, Hermione felt someone touch her shoulder softly, "Wake up. You've been sleeping for too long," said her sister.

"I had a strange dream," said Hermione. She told her sister about the toad, Neville, the mad teaparty, Fred, and her trial. But her sister wasn't paying attention. "You're reading again," grumbled Hermione. As she stretched, Alice saw a little toad with a white waistcoat eyes hop into the stream.

Fin.