Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
the dust has only
just began to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling

Imogen Heap...Hide and Seek

"Hey Hermione, let's go!" Harry Potter said, calling up to one of his best friends, Hermione Granger. Harry Potter was actually excited for a class. It was 7th year and both Harry and Hermione were taking prep classes. They were both planning on becoming Aurors after graduating from Hogwarts.

"It's not like it matters," Hermione yelled back down. "Were using a time turner for goodness sakes'!"

They were taking many classes that year and needed to keep a time turner. Since they had the same schedule Professor McGonagall told them they could just share one.

"I'm coming!" Hermione shouted. Harry heard some scuttling upstairs then Hermione's footsteps as she hurried down the stairs. "It's funny," she said. "that you're the one telling me to hurry up. Usually were in opposite places."

"Har, har," Harry replied, though he was smiling.

"We should probably do it in a broom closet." Hermione said.

"What?"

"Umm… use the time turner?" Hermione replied quizzically. "What did you think I meant?"

"Oh nothing," Harry laughed fakley. "Let's go."

Harry stepped out of the Gryffindor common room and proceeded to walk down a hallway. Harry followed pursuit. She continued walking before abruptly stopping in front of a door. She looked behind and in front of her. Roughly grabbing Harry by the collar, she pulled him into the closet. It was dark, small and rather hot. Or maybe it was the fact that Harry was so close to Hermione he could feel her breath.

"Ready?" Hermione questioned as she put the time turner over both of their heads. Harry nodded. Hermione felt around for the time turner and turned it once.

"Were done," Hermione said after awhile. "Just let me take this off of-" Suddenly the door was yanked open by a couple and Hermione and Harry were pushed to the ground. Harry heard a shatter of glass and realized that the time turner had broken. Hermione groaned next to him. He looked up at the people who had started this. He couldn't believe his eyes. "Ron and Luna? What are you doing in here?" he asked. Ron and Luna didn't know what to say to that. But they were lucky because they didn't have to. Harry and Hermione suddenly popped out of view.

Harry and Hermione slammed into the ground and Harry felt the wind knocked out of him. He rolled over on his side and sputtered." "Remind me to kill them when we get back." Hermione growled.

"That shouldn't be too hard," Harry looked around. Sun glazing, he saw a variety of wildlife. The colors surrounded him like a rainbow and he breathed in the fresh air.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Why would I know?" Hermione said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Harry shook his head and dusted off some brush. "I don't know! You're smart! You know stuff."

"Smart people don't always know everything."

Harry let out a deep sigh. "Fighting isn't going to help."

Hermione nodded. "I know," she said. "What I do know though is that the time turner broke. And that is not a good thing." Hermione kicked some leaves and went to sit on a nearby rock. She leaned on a tree and restarted. "Professor McGonagall told me what could happen if a time turner broke while it was on the person's neck. She said that a person would either be stuck in a kind of parallel universe forever or would be stuck in a certain time period for awhile."

"Good that the whole parallel universe one was ruled out. So how long do you think we'll be stuck here?" Harry asked.

"Dunno. Days, months, years, or even forever."

"Forever?" Harry repeated.

"Yep, but hopefully that won't happen to us." Hermione leaned her elbow against her knee and put her hand on her chin. Harry knew she was in deep thought. "Maybe there's some sort of book that would go into further detail." Hermione added.

"So we look for a book and from there we-?" Harry shook his head as if urging Hermione to say more.

"We'll have to see when we get there."

"We don't even know what time period were in!" Harry said

"Were going to have to find out. Maybe were only a few years back. Doubt that though. Or maybe…" Hermione's eyes widened.

"What?" Harry questioned. He saw Hermione's face. "Oh! My parents! Maybe I'll be able to see them and meet them. I shouldn't tell them I there son or else they'll be freaked out. And think that I'm insane."

"Yeah, getting to meet your parents would be nice….. But we still need to find out where we are." Hermione jumped off the rock. "We should find a village or something."

Harry looked at all the trees around him. He thought that they must in some sort of forest. It was really humid outside and Hermione was beginning to fan herself with her hands. "Let's go then. We should start going north." He said.

"Okay, I'll check to see what direction is north," Hermione said." Let me just get my-"Hermione reached into her cloak and let out a frustrated cry. "Shit! My wand, I must have dropped it when we were pushed down. Now I'm totally defenseless."

"Don't worry; I have my wand with me. Or at least I think so." He reached into his pocket. "Yes! I have it," He withdrew his wand from his pocket.

Hermione's face reddened even more than it already was. "And where would the other half be?" she said as sarcastically as she muster.

Harry looked down at his 'wand'. He was only holding onto the last half of it. He closed his eyes tightly, as if thinking this wasn't real would make it not real. Nope it wasn't a dream. Here he and Hermione were, having no idea where they are, defenseless, and Harry just thought of this one, having no idea where they'll sleep tonight or any other night for that matter. "Hermione?" He suddenly whispered. "What are we going to do?"

She hung her head low. "I really don't know." She said it so softly Harry could barely hear her. A few seconds passed then she jerked her head up. "But were going to have to do what we can. Moping won't work in this situation." Her voice bursting with confidence and her eyes were stern.

Harry smiled slightly. 'Hermione is never the one to give up,' he thought. 'I wish I was more like her,' He didn't have anymore time to think ponder his views of Hermione because she had already become drill sergeant ready.

"It's getting dark and we should find a cave to sleep in before heading out and looking for a village tomorrow." She said. "We also should try to find some food to eat before the sun sets because I'm hungry." Harry nodded absentmindedly and trudged forward, unaware of Hermione's endless bickering.

They walked. And walked some more. When Harry finally thought his legs would fall off they found something.

"Look, Harry," Hermione said excitedly, her eyes glowing. "I found something!"

Harry peeked and what he saw didn't even look remotely like a cave. Just a small rock with a miniscule hole in it. "That isn't even a cave!" Harry said. "It doesn't even seem like it could be any wider that five feet."

"Well, Harry, It's better than nothing. And it will keep us warm for a little while." She rubbed her shoulders and Harry could see smoke coming from her mouth. She gave him her biggest eyes and stared at him intently. He couldn't bring himself to say no.

"Okay, we can sleep here tonight since it's unlikely we'll find anything better."

She hugged him tightly. "Thank you thank you thank you!" she said. Harry was surprised by how cold she felt. After they withdrew, Harry could also see how her cheeks were flushed.

"Are you all right?" he sincerely asked.

She smiled. "I'm fine, I really am.Everyone gets cold. Anyway we should get to bed, it's getting late."

Harry looked up into the sky and could see the stars shining intensely and the moon shining for all to see. Hermione climbed into the rock. He looked at the sky for one last time before going in with her.

Hermione was already curled on her side when Harry got in. She smiled. "Hi," she said softly.

"Hey Hermione," Harry replied. "Are you cold?"

"I'm fine," But Harry could clearly tell she was cold.

"Its funny how in the daytime is seemed pretty warm. Maybe in the 50's or so? Now it seems like it dropped thirty degrees. That's how weather fools you. One day your laughing in the warm sun, the next your in your house sipping on hot cocoa. And Britain is always so chilly in the winter."

Harry nodded and lay down next to her. He was pleasantly surprised when Hermione leaned back into him.

"Too answer your question, I am cold. I feel better now though. Because, you know, body heat warms us up."

Harry nodded, grinning. 'Great excuse' he thought. But he didn't mind. It was strange. He didn't mind at all. They didn't say anything after that. No words needed to be said. They knew what was ahead of them but, they didn't want to think about it. Harry was only vaguely aware of draping his arm over Hermione's stomach and holding her close. After all, body heat warms you up.

Harry opened his eyes. 'Where the heck am I?' he thought. Then the previous day came into his mind. 'Hermione,' he suddenly thought. 'Where is she?' he knew that he wouldn't find the answer to that question if he just laid there. Harry stood up and went out of their giant rock. Hermione was a little bit away sitting on a rock and was over a fire.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked.

Hermione turned over and smiled. "Cooking! I'm starving and I wanted some food." Harry could see some eggs cooking on a thin rock over a small fire. "Where'd you get those eggs?" he asked.

"I…..I found them."

Harry tightly closed his eyes for a second. "Okay, well I'm going to pretend like these are regular eggs that have no chance of having salmonella or anything like that."

"Sorry! I was desperate for some food." Hermione pleaded, eyes widening. "Can you really blame me?"

Harry could not resist her pleads. "Well, these desperate situations and I am hungry. Let's eat!"

"Yeah!" Hermione scooted on her rock to make room for Harry and gave him some eggs. Harry had to admit, Hermione knew what she was doing.

After they were done eating they began to walk. Harry supposed it was about 7:00 when he got up and now it was about 9:00. They continued walking in their direction of north.

"When are we going to find something?" Hermione finally broke the long silence.

"Soon," Was all Harry could reply with. At the time, he didn't know he was right. But within an hour of saying this, they happened to find a small house on what seemed to be the outskirts of a town.

"Should we go in?" Hermione questioned.

"What else would we do? Sit out here and hope that God decides to send us a message?"

They walked to the house. One could speculate that it was probably the 1700's. The house was made of wood and wasn't exactly the fanciest thing you'd see.

Harry and Hermione trudged forward and stood in front of the door. Harry looked over at Hermione.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," She put up her hand and knocked.