Disclaimer: I do not own the concept and characters of Harry Potter or the Wizard of Oz, either the books or the movies. Warning: Out-Of-Character-ness ahead! The kids are going to have a little more of an attitude in this; and everyone is finally going to find out about it… A/N: This is just a little fun thing that kept bothering me. Tarnished will be my main project and this one will be updated intermittently (whenever I get inspiration for it). Inspired by a crossover I read once but wasn't finished, though I assure you this will be quite different. Enjoy!

Summary: Harry is sent an anonymous Christmas present; it's time to meet the real Golden Trio… perhaps the adults should run for cover?

Harry Potter and the Wizard of Oz

By Arishaa

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Chapter One

Dedicated To The Young At Heart

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Harry Potter had been sent a Christmas present. Usually this would be a cause for celebration; but for Harry it caused him no end of problems, because the present hadn't been signed. Harry sighed and read the card that came with the gift once again:

To Harry Potter

Merry Christmas

Have a good time!

A Secret Admirer

Which was all very well, but considering he was number one on a psychotic, homicidal megalomaniac's I-just-wish-he'd-drop-dead-already list, Harry had a problem. Harry made an annoyed face; he'd have to clear the present with the grown ups. Joy. Please note the sarcasm. Everyone had just breathed a sigh of relief that Arthur Weasley was finally healing, though they were all still a bit uptight about the connection between Harry and previously mentioned psychotic, homicidal megalomaniac – come to think of it, it was something that worried Harry as well – the atmosphere had been rather relaxed over the last few days, and Harry was loath to change that.

Still. Safety first, and all that rot. Sometimes he hated his life.

Hermione sighed. The argument had been raging on for almost half and hour, and she and Harry and Ron were all stuck in the kitchen for the duration.

It had started an hour before the argument had begun, when Harry had reluctantly showed the Christmas present he'd received from an unknown source. They had carefully unwrapped the gift, making sure not to touch whatever was inside, and discovered a book. It was rather small compared to most magical texts, leather bound, and had the words The Wizard of Oz engraved into the front.

They'd both agreed with him that it was best to show the adults; they were more knowledgeable about certain things, after all; and both had advised for him to get it over and done with while they were still away from school.

Yeah, Hermione was kicking herself for that piece of advice right now.

So anyway, they'd made their way down to the kitchen of No. 12 Grimmauld Place – carefully carrying the book with the fire tongs from upstairs – to find Sirius Black and Remus Lupin in residence. After they had explained the problem, the former professor had insisted in calling the headmaster, and they had done so. Unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore had been in a meeting with Professors McGonagall and Snape; and had dragged them along for the ride.

Of course, any room holding the combustive mixture of Severus Snape and Sirius Black was, eventually, due to, well – explode. Hermione considered that perhaps she and her friends should be concerned over their place as 'children' with these two so-called adults in competition with them. After the two school rivals had started, McGonagall had started frowning severely (well, more severely than usual, at any rate) and Remus had tried to break up the fight only to add to it when Snape insulted him harshly and both McGonagall and Sirius had jumped to his defense. Dumbledore had tried to keep them on track, but hadn't yet succeeded.

Hermione looked helplessly at her two best friends. Perhaps they should intercede? The adults could certainly use a voice of reason. Neither of them seemed particularly motivated, however; and Hermione couldn't blame them, especially considering the last time they had intervened in such an argument they had been told, bluntly, and she considered, rather rudely, that they were children and couldn't possibly understand such things.

Hermione looked around at all the adults. She idly wondered if they'd notice if the three of them tried to break into the locked cabinet that contained the fire-whiskey…

Ron was becoming rather bored. At first, watching the five adults (three of them Professors, and two of them parental figures) argue back and forth had the same interest and excitement of a tennis match. But then, Ron considered, tennis also gets boring after a while. He looked over at his two friends. Harry seemed to be dozing with his eyes open (something that every Hogwarts student learns to do in History of Magic sooner or later, even Hermione) and Hermione had her eyes on the other side of the kitchen, staring at something or other in intense concentration. Ron turned to look at what had snagged her interest. Oh. The liquor cabinet. Figures.

Ron sighed, and thought that he might as well join one of his friends in their individual pursuits. The question being: should he strain his brain over the acquisition of liquid gold – they could hawk the fire-whiskey for a mint to the Slytherins – again (they had, on numerous occasions, attempted to gain access to the cabinet before); or should he rest his brain for later?

Before he could decide, however, Sirius gave a huge roar of rage (dammit! Should have been paying attention!), grabbed the book and attempted to murder Snape with it. This brought Harry out of his stupor and Hermione out of contemplating the liquor cabinet with duel cries of horror that echoed his own – Sirius! No! – but they were lost as they all experienced a rather curious sensation – like being sucked up by a vacuum cleaner (very strange muggle invention, but rather ingenious, Ron thought) – and everything going dark…

And so ends the first chapter. Hope you liked! - I have changed the titles of the first two chapters to be more in line with the latter ones.