Harry Potter felt sick. His head spun dizzily as he reached out in an attempt to pry himself from the ground. He tried to haul himself up, but every muscle in his body ached. The surface he was on was cold and stony. It rose from the ground like some sort of stand with an intricately engraved pattern that was either decoration or something meaningful.

There was a wild cheer consisting of many individuals, startling him. The arrival couldn't see who were the ones celebrating.

"We got them!"
"Yay, yay. Now let's just pack our asses up and hop into our recuperacoons like good, behaving grubs do."
"I Am Surprised And Slightly Amused Upon Hearing That Coming From You, Karkat. After All, You're Not One To Talk."
"Guys! Don't you think we should go help them or something? They're not really… Moving…"

A kerfuffle was made while sixteen teens shoved their way towards the platform. Harry can see a little better now. His glasses had travelled along with him. It was some sort of lab, with funny monitors that hung, almost gloomily, from the ceiling. Behind him were a lot of glass tubes that stood on end and were connected together by pipes. The pipes all pointed to a smaller version of the platform he was on. The place had a musty and old smell, and the lights that dotted about the place were shining a little too fiercely.

He sighed rolled over onto his side. A familiar face met him.

"Malfoy!"
"Potter?"

The Boy Who Lived sat up so abruptly that it seemed to have scared the others, making them cry out. He and Malfoy were a bit older than expected by the trolls and kids.

"Explain."
"What?" hissed Draco, "You're the one who kidnapped me and brought me here!"
"Of course not! What do you think I was trying to accomplish if I did?"

"Um, guys?" asked a boy with square glasses and large buck teeth. The wizards' eyes immediately snapped to him, and sent shivers down the the boy's spine. John managed a nervous nod before taking a step forward. Yep, he thought, the resemblance is uncanny. The one on the right has Jade's eyes, and even glasses like me and her do. His hair sure is messier than mine... And the other with platinum blonde hair... Looks somewhat like a cleaner version of Dave's...

He gave another slight nod of confirmation, "Would you mind telling us your names?", he gave his best welcome grin.

The two on the platform exchanged a glance. Is he a Muggle? Surely yes, since he had failed to identify Harry Potter.

"Draco Malfoy." spat one of them, the bright look on John's face faltered a little.
"And… Uh… Harry Potter. Nice to… Meet you?" the other smiled encouragingly.

"Oh… Nice to meet you too... I'm John Egbert! And, uh, sorry if this sounds rude, but what if I told you that…" he took another step closer, and sat down on the edge of the stone circle the two adults (Wizard-wise) were.

"You're a Strider," he pointed towards Draco, whose scowl became even angrier, "And you're an English?"
"I know I'm English!" Harry responded, a little confused.

"No, I mean as in… Harry English…"

Author's Notes: So here you have it! Tell me if you want it to be expanded? :B