Summary: Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Neville (and... Unfortunately... Draco) had been trapped in eerie cave. They don't know why and by who, stuff get more complicated when they discover this cave isn't a coincidence, but a bloodthirsty test that would challenge them in drastic way. Question is who is behind this all, and answer isn't as easy as it seems.

Time 0:00

Sector 1: Opening

Observation: Participants get used to new environment, no anomalous results formed.

Harry.

Something smacked back of his head, vision went blurry, he heard shouts, his body crashed on the pavement. Annoying ringing sound invaded his was conscious, he could think, but his body disobeyed his orders.

He was lying on the cold floor, unable to stir or make a sound, he knew something was about to come, he knew it won't be good.

Then his body rushed upwards, spun aggressively, and slammed the floor again, this time he had landed on his jaw, nearly breaking it.

Coldness, bitter, freezing; those were first thoughts Harry had. His mentality still spun like crazy, and his body barely reacted to his orders.

He moved his hands over cold, rocky surface it was slippery and wet, similarly like the air he breathed in.

When fluids in his brain finally came to stillness, he moved himself to sitting position, noise of his shuffling echoed eerily.

Darkness, pitch black, gloom; were second thoughts he experienced. Was he blind? Nothing came to his vision, even after blinking and clearing his eyes few times in a row, nothing, just shapeless darkness.

Harry started to panic, he couldn't be blind, he couldn't! His eyes darted in all directions, but nothing appeared, just like in grave.

Grave... Weird thought slashed through his mind and his hands started to move in air, searching for corners or walls he could hold on to.

He placed both of his hands vertically from his body, they both met rocky, slippery walls.

Where the heck I am; he though, mouthing his words. Something that was wet, cold and rocky, maybe dungeons or cave.

How came I am here; he thought again. This was far much harder to answer. Harry rested his back on one of the cave's walls.

What did I do to get here? Why I am here in the first place? Questions started to pop in and out without being answered, he tried to recall anything, but nothing came. Fear danced in his stomach and then raised to his throat where it had remained. Did someone washed his memory?

He tried to stabilise his anxiety, he breathed slowly, closed his eyes (without much difference in this darkness) and tried to recall anything that might've happened in the past.

Nothing came, just a bundle of information, clear and sharp, but nothing regarding being in a cave. He mouthed all he could remember:

My name's Harry Potter, the boy who lived, I am 15 year old wizard, student of Hogwarts, my mentor is Albus Dumbledore, my enemy is Voldemort and the Death eaters.

Then another thought came to his mind, maybe this entire cave is some sort of hijack, vision or dream created by the dark forces. Having this in mind his hands to the head inspecting the features, nose was there, hair also, glasses, he even smoothed his fingers over lighting shaped scar piercing his forehead. This is not a dream, he is himself, but why he here and why he doesn't remember why?

He sighed, best thing is not to panic, why should he panic? Nothing attacks him... Nothing helps him. What if he would remain in those caves forever?

Harry raised, carefully, supporting himself on both walls.

A tiny voice at the back of his head was whispering to Lead... Lead the way out of this miserable place. He started to grope, walking carefully.

Harry had once experienced similar situation, back there in Privet Drive his cousin Dudley, used to hide his glasses, making Harry totally visionless, then, poor Harry had to locate his way all around the house, even for few days, until he found his hidden glasses.

What would come would come, but for now, he would have to come to it.

Draco.

Anger, he was angry at someone, furious, fuming, he wanted to shred that someone into tiny pieces. Anger, rising anger... but at who and why?

That was only thing Draco remembered before falling into mysterious darkness. He knew his name and all, but nothing that would explain uncomfortable situation he was in.

Walls around him were wet, it stank, he didn't know how he looked like and there was no sign of his father or any line of support.

He started to panic, there was nothing else he could do. Closing his eyes he sprinted forward, somewhere, it was too dark to see.

Maybe it was just a nightmare?

Cold air flashing his pale face and shattering his nicely, sorted white hair.

I must look miserable! Those were his only thoughts. I must find someone, someone I can follow.

Then he stopped, something moved somewhere, not him, something else, he slowly moved towards source of the noise. Ad a tiny voice in his head whispered, follow... follow and obey.

Ginny.

Someone slammed her on a cold wall, she quickly spun to face the attacker but welcomed nothing but darkness, and lack of knowledge of any sort.

"The 'heck just happened?" She said, her voice echoed, bouncing from walls invisible in this sea of blackness.

Weird anxiety and caution had not left her body, she felt as she was being observed, thought of, evaluated.

"Is any soul here?" She roared, but only echo responded bringing the same message. It was pointless. What was a point of this thing anyway!? Is it some sort of a test, if it is she must be cautious about decisions she makes.

Get yourself sorted girl! She said to herself in her mind. You cannot give up without fighting, you're a fighter, and you'll surely find a way out of this situation.

She gave herself a nod and started proudly trudge towards shades.

End, nothing happened, we just introduced three main characters (two more to come), and so far... What do you think happened to this trio and what's the reasons behind it?