Disclaimer: I do not own anything (only the idea of this story.); all the characters belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. But, of course, the new characters are all mine! evil laugh

A/N: This is my absolutely first fic. In fact, it's the first thing I write in English... So please no flames because of that, thanks. Now, here's the story.

Chapter 1: Where the hell am I?

The sunlight shone on his face and made his eyes flutter open.

"Didn't I put the hangings around yesterday?" he muttered sleepily.

'Of course I did' he thought to himself, and then, when he was about to shut the hangings, he realized there wasn't any there.

"Weird… Hey! This isn't even my room!" And, he was completely right. The room didn't even look like the sixth year boys dormitory. This was definitely someone's private bedroom; it had a bed for two in the middle of the room, a dresser and a nightstand on his left.

On the nightstand there were three pictures, one with a raven-haired girl with very bright green eyes, the other picture showed two identical boys, with very messy, raven-hair. The only difference between the two boys were the eyes, one had chocolate-brown eyes, the other emerald-green ones. On the third picture you could see Ron and Hermione smile brightly at you. They didn't look like he was used to see them, but he couldn't figure out what was different…

Harry turned to his right side and saw the door that probably led out, a small bookcase with only a few books, a big chair next to it and another nightstand. On this one there was an alarm clock that showed him it was 10.00 a.m. 'Rise and shine'! it said.
"Oh shut up!" Harry told the clock. On the side of the clock there were some more pictures of the kids.

Harry turned back to the left side, and looked at the picture of the cute little girl, what could she be, twelve? Who was she? Harry got ripped out from his thoughts as the door flung open and two boys came in.

"DAD! If you don't get your fat ass down to the kitchen NOW, we swear Mum's going to kill you!" they yelled together. Harry could tell on their voices that they were in his age. Just as Harry was going to turn and face the door, the boys closed it and they were gone.

"If this is some joke Fred and George came up with I'm so going to kill them!" He said to himself. "I don't get what's supposed to be fun about it!"

Harry got up and found that he was already dressed.
"Weird, I wasn't THAT tired last night, or was I?" he said, feeling very confused and tried to remember what really had happened before he got to bed. Then he remembered. Dean had got a bottle of Fire Whiskey to celebrate that their sixth year at Hogwarts finally had gotten to its end and that they were going home the next day. All the boys in his dormitory (Dean, Seamus, Neville, Himself and Ron) had drunk the whole bottle and were all pretty drunk when they had fallen to sleep.

Still, he didn't feel like he was having a hangover, just normal. Not like last time when he and Ron had to mix some potion which had tasted awful...

He walked out from the room and found himself in a small corridor, and had a felling that he knew this place, but, again he couldn't remember. The walls in the corridor were filled with pictures of kids he did not know, some glaring at him, some whispering to each other and pointing at him, others just waving and smiling.

He stopped at a large picture with a boy that looked exactly like Ron, but on the frame it said 'Axel'. Axel looked like he was in the age Ron was now too.

"Where the hell am I?" he asked the portrait-Axel calmly.

"You honestly don't know?" Axel answered in a bored voice.

"If I knew I wouldn't ask."

"You're just making yourself funny again William. Ha-ha." Axel said, looking extremely bored. And just as Axel looked like he was about to wander out from his picture, Harry found his voice.

"I'm not joking, and my name is Harry, not William!" Harry said, clearly annoyed.

"You might be looking very much like your father, but he's soon forty and you seventeen… I know the difference. I don't buy that again." He said and started to move again.

"Couldn't you just tell me?" Harry asked keeping Axel back. "Please?"

"No." was the only answer he got.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I!" Harry almost screamed, liking this Axel less and less.

"Well I'm not telling you." Axel said and walked away.

"Stupid git." Harry muttered under his breath and started to walk down the corridor again.

The corridor ended in stairs, so Harry walked down, and suddenly realize where he was.

The Burrow.

Harry, feeling a bit calmer now when he knew where he was, walked in to the kitchen.
There, with her back against him stood someone with that long, flaming red hair he loved and would recognize everywhere.

"Oh, Ginny! I'm so glad you're here! I don't know how I got he…" and then, when she turned around, and he saw her face, he became stunned, and just stared at her.

A/N: This chapter has been edited, but I know there's still some grammar/spelling problems..

-Linnea