Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Or anyone else for that matter. I am not a fan of slavery.
Prologue:
The portal glowed a purplish color. The more Harry resisted the wind currents, the more he wanted to run in and see where the portal would take him. he loosened his grip on the tree just a little and let thewind pull him in.
There was a burning sensation on his back and all he could see was a sea of darkness. He couldn't hear much, either. There were murmurs he couldn't understand, but nothing else.
The burning sensation was gone; his body seemed to have gone numb.
He landed on something soft. It felt like a bed, but Harry's senses seemed to be messed up. He heard voices. Very familiar voices, in fact.
Harry opened his eyes to see Neville Longbottom and Draco Malfoy standing over him.
Author's Note: I hope you like this chapter. I know, it's short. But it's only a prologue: it has to be short, or it might give away too much information.
