Just because. See for yourself.
Hermione, Harry and Ron found themselves in The Shire one day with no recollection of how they got there. The sun was setting on the horizon and little dwarf-like people were strolling in the meadows, singing cheerful songs.
‘Merlin’s beard! Where the hell are we!’, groaned Ron, scratching his ginger hair.
Hermione stepped up and craned her neck to get a better view of the surroundings. It seemed to be a sleepy place, with lots of little houses wedged into the hillsides. She could hear distant laughter, and the sound of clinking utensils.
‘How fascinating!’ she remarked. ‘This looks like nothing I’ve ever read about!’
Ron rolled his eyes while Harry squinted at the curiously designed houses. Hermione noted that she should bring him here back on a vacation once they’ve killed Voldemort, the poor guy really needed the time-off.
‘So now what,’ said Harry. ‘Anybody starving?’
She realized she was and…
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