Anyone who saw the bizarre bunch gathered together would realise that this was a strange affair. Between the kaleidoscope of colours, mis-matched outfits, witches hats, robes, munchkins and flying monkeys anyone could see that what was taking place was a little out of the ordinary. The Wicked Witch of the East lay motionless, her face as green as the emerald city and her robes ebony black. Her sister, The Wicked Witch of the West of course, was front and centre sobbing into her witches’ hat with her monkeys at her side, and Dorothy with her sparkling ruby slippers standing to her left.
Despite the fact that Dorothy’s house had landed on The Wicked Witch of the East (and she had stolen the prized Ruby slippers) The Wicked Witch of the West had appreciated Dorothy being there to share her condolences. After all it wasn’t completely her fault and The Wicked Witch of the West wasn’t an unreasonable lady and understood accidents happened.
Dorothy having lived in Kansas her whole life had never seen anything like this before; she was amazed by all of the different creatures that had arrived, as many of them were with her. A pretty young girl with dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. She was quite a stunner and many of the old warlocks and wizards realised this (to their wives dismay). Standing so close to the deceased family gave all of these men a chance to get close to her and introduce themselves.
After meeting Merlin, Albus Dumbledore, Gandalf she finally met Harry Potter. Young and handsome he caught her eye immediately, with his messy hair and rugged thunderbolt scar. I’m sure she would’ve caught his eye too if only his pesky ginger wife hadn’t been around.
After Dorothy met Harry she was determined to impress him but she had one problem, his wife. She was ginger and freckly and Dorothy thought he could do so much better. She could tell that Ginny knew she had her eye on him and made it her mission to keep the two apart. Finally after the beautiful service, at the wake, Harry and Dorothy’s paths crossed again. Dorothy was in the kitchen getting some ice and Harry had wandered in. Ginny Potter was in the corner of dining room talking to one of the old wizards Dorothy hadn’t met, so this was the perfect time for Dorothy to make an impression. "So uh Harry was it? Did you know The Wicked Witch of the East well?"
"Oh yeah she’s Ginny’s great Aunt. Didn’t really have much to do with her, you know since she was into the dark arts and stuff, but I heard she was ok... She left us lots of gold too. How about yourself?" Harry asked.
Dorothy suddenly became more intrigued with the mention of gold. "Gold, wow I like gold! How much did she leave you?" She realised she sounded a bit desperate so toned it down a bit. " I uh…" she thought she better not tell him she was the real reason behind her death so instead she thought on her feet, "I used to do her hair. Don’t you think it looks great? Almost as beautiful as my hair, don’t you think?"
"Oh yeah", Harry replied slightly confused because he was 100% certain that the "Wicked Sisters" were completely bald, but who was he to argue with their hair dresser.
He turned to have a real look at Dorothy to see how really beautiful her hair was and was blown away at how gorgeous she really was. "Well I’d have to say your hair is very beautiful but it is nothing compared to your amazing body."
She leaned in slowly and their lips touched. With every second their embrace became more passionate and intense.
"What the fuck are you doing Harry?" Ginny shrieked and she saw them locked together.
"I … Uh… "Harry stumbled stupidly breaking his embrace with Dorothy.
"That’s it after that bloody skank Hermione you said never again! Expelliowhoreous!" and with a loud crack Harry disappeared and on the floor in a crumpled dark heap lay a little Cairn terrier.
Dorothy shocked and dismayed quickly scooped him up and ran to the door. People were looking around to see what the commotion was. Just as she made it to the door way The Wicked Witch of the West appeared in front of her. "Where are you going my pretty?!" she said with a snarl, obviously the news had already reached her.
"I um I have to go back to my house... I uh forgot to secure it!" Dorothy lied.
"You’re a liar and a murdered. And I am going to get you my pretty! You and your little dog too!"The Wicked Witch of the West screeched.
Dorothy ran down the yellow brick road with Harry under her arm ran as fast she could until she came to a fork in the road with a scarecrow sitting in the middle…
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