Harry reached for a tall glass of orange juice...
Ginny was about to open her window...
Fred cautiously approached a boggart...
Ron brought a large pancake towards his mouth...
Hermione was about to grab her CD player on her way out...
Blaise reached out for his quill...
Draco was stroking his eagle owl...
Angelina and Alicia were practicing quidditch...
Lavender was about to grab her copy of Witch Weekly...
...and they all felt a familiar pull at their navels... the familiar pull--of a portkey of some sort...
----
Hermione landed with a thump onto the warm sand. She looked around, quickly taking in her surroundings and analyzing the situation. Obviously, she'd been summoned or brought here by magic of some sort, though she didn't know of what kind. "HERMIONE!!" Three redheads ran over to her, and engulfed her in a group hug.
"Ron, Ginny, Fred! What are you doing here? Do you know where we are? How did you get here? How will we get home?" Hermione asked, all in one breath.
"Uh- Mione, calm down. And to answer your questions, we have no idea where we are, " Ron told her. "We thought that maybe you would know. All I know is that we got here by portkey--I think. At least, that's what it felt like, right Gin?" Ginny nodded enthusiastically. Then she exclaimed. "Ron! If we're here... then maybe Harry is too!!" Hermione's face visibly brightened a bit, since they had been going out for a while, three and a half weeks, actually.
"Good idea, let's look for him."
"Er... Hermione?" "Yeah, Fred?" "Which way?" "Oh, um, let's go west," she said, as she pulled out a baby blue compass that she always kept on a chain around her neck. The four immediately set off through the sand, due west.
After about an hour spent trekking in the warm sand, they were about to give up. Then they spotted Lavender and Angelina, walking with Harry and Alicia.
"Hey Lavender! Harry! How did you get here? Alicia? Angelina? How've you been? We haven't seen you in a while!" Hermione was practically bubbling with excitement.
So far, this island was like one of the places she'd seen in Muggle resort pamphlets. The view was breathtaking. And this island was obviously enchanted, she'd spotted numerous magical plants and herbs along their way.
"Oh, erm... hey Angie..." Fred grinned, slightly nervously.
'Heheh, watching Fred get all nervous towards Angelina is hilarious!' Ginny laughed inwardly.
While Ginny was being amused her brother's sudden change of mood, Hermione was busy staring at Harry's face.
'His scar is almost gone now that Voldemort is defeated. Maybe soon he can go back to being a normal person. Pssh. Harry? A normal person? Yeah right.'
A few minutes later, she snapped back to reality, due to Harry's voice, and when he
"Errr... Mione!!! Hello!?! Anybody there?" He asked as he waved his hand in her face.
"Oh! What?" Hermione had a strange dreamy look on her face... and frankly, Harry was getting kind of creeped out.
"As I was saying, Mione, I think we should keep going west, and see what we find. Maybe you could help me map it?" He reached his arm around his waist, and gave her a peck on the cheek. She blushed, and giggled. Then her mind returned to the matters at hand.
"Oh, Harry, I know exactly what we need to do! Last year, I did some research on the Marauder's Map and I found this extremely interesting excerpt on the magical properties of..." Hermione realized she was rambling, so she quickly got to the point. "As I was saying, I know a way make a map of this place." She took out her wand.
"Facila Carta" In a flash, a map materialized in front of them.
"Great, Mione! Now let's find out where we are!" Ron eagerly declared.
"The Isle of Containment, we're on the West Coast, if we go northeast, we'll hit the 'living quarters,'" Hermione read from the map.
"I'm tired, let' s get going." Lavender said, from behind Harry.
They started.
Harry was busy thinking as they walked, and, as Hermione noticed, was exceptionally quiet.
'Now that Voldemort's gone, who would want to trap us on this island? How are we supposed to get out of here?' Dozens of questions streamed through his mind. Soon a feeling of helplessness started to envelope him. 'Why can't I help everybody get off this island? I mean, I should be able to do something at least, but I don't even know any useful spells.' He sighed, and they trekked onward through the warm white sand.
MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ISLAND
Draco had been walking a little ways to his left when he saw a head of dark hair.
"Blaise? Is that you?!?" he exclaimed.
Blaise jumped.
"Jeez, Draco, you scared me, you almost gave me a heart attack" he cried, melodramatically. "Anyway, Draco, do you have any idea where we are?"
"I dunno Blaise, but I can find out."
"Good, hurry up, I'm getting tired. The sun's about to set, and I've been walking around for a good couple of hours."
"Ok, ok, Blaise, don't get your knickers in a twist," Draco smirked. "Facila Carta"
"Isle of Containment, eh? Seems like a hell of a strange place to be." Blaise stared at the parchment that the map was printed on.
"There's something that says living quarters on there! Come on, due south! Hurry up, Draco!! Let's go!" Blaise eagerly ran off southwards, with Draco following.
"I'm coming, I'm coming..."
And off they went, Blaise half dragging Draco behind him.
15 MINUTES LATER
"Harry! I see a building! Wow, it's beautiful, just like one of those muggle resorts." Hermione fixed her gaze on a distant domicile.
The guys began to talk about how it would be like vacation, and how they hoped they could play quidditch soon. The girls just rolled their eyes, and started a conversation of their own.
Ginny suddenly decided, as long as they were here, there might as well be some good gossip to go around.
"Angie, did you SEE the way Fred was STARING at you? I swear, he's liked you for YEARS." Ginny giggled. "Fred likes Angie, Fred likes Angie!" she said in a sing-songy voice.
Angelina laughed at Ginny's antics. "Well, he is kinda cute..." she mused.
Ginny looked horrified. "No! Don't talk about ANY of my brother THAT way! It's... it's not right!!" She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought. Everybody started to laugh at her reaction, and Fred winked at Angelina.
Before they knew it, they had arrived and it began to pour. Hermione walked through the house, taking in her new surroundings, and almost walked into the backdoor. She looked outside. 'Wow, we were lucky to get here so fast, it's pouring out there now!'
Then she saw two figures running towards the door.
She quickly opened the door for them, as they were soaking wet, and let them in.
"Granger?"
"My first name does exist, you know!" Hermione cried, indignant. "Errr...wait, who are you?"
The two people pulled off their hoods, and the one who had spoken her name collapsed at her feet.
:::MEANWHILE:::
Harry and Ginny seemed to have taken over as the matriarch and patriarch of their newfound "family." At least, that's what the situation had created. Currently, they were giving the house a once-over, just to check if it was safe or not.
"Fred, Ron! Be careful! You never know what's lurking around here! And you had better not get yourself too dirty checking under the bed for boggarts!"
She had a definite 'Mrs. Weasley' streak in her.
"All right, Mum," Fred answered sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Fred, you act like SUCH a girl," Ginny teased. "I mean, rolling your eyes??"
"Hey, it's better than batting my eyelashes at Harry over there..." he whispered back slyly.
That earned him a thwack on the shoulder, while Harry, apparently unaware of the conversation that was going on about him, looked out the window.
"Nice view," he mumbled, to no one in particular.
"Hey guys!" Ron exclaimed. "Let's go check on the kitchen!" 'Food...' he thought.
"Alright, let's go."
:::MEANWHILE IN THE KITCHEN:::
"Anglie! Lavender! Look in these cabinets! They're absolutely wonderful! I swear, every type of food imaginable must be in here!!" Alicia exclaimed, a look of wonder on her face as she opened the many cabinets in the kitchen.
Angelina grinned.
"Ah, the wonders of enchanted kitchens." "What would we do without magic?" "Wait, you said every food imaginable?" "Great, that means we don't have to cook!" Let's just grab some food and set it out on some plates." She began to serach trhough some of the other cabinets, revealing a mini-dishwasher, microwave, oven, and a huge cookbook, along with some flour, wheat, raw chicken, and other materials that they could learn to cook with. Then she stumbled upon the silverware.
"Woah, Ali, look at the silverware, it's beautiful!"
Each piece was intricately carved in stunning silver. A rose intertwined with a dragon of some sort wound together to make the handle of each piece, and no two pieces seemed to be the same.
"And that, my friends, is what we are eating with," Lavender said, after looking the silverware over with an awed look on her face.
"Come on, girls, let's get the food together now."
"Oh. My. God. MALFOY?!?! What the hell are you doing here?"
Then she took notice of the figure standing behind Malfoy.
"Zabini! What are you doing just standing there! Help me carry him to the sofa, he needs to rest."
"Oh, sure Hermione."
'I wish Malfoy would have been more like that, nicer and more gentleman- like... but, he's just...ugh'
"Despicable ferret," she muttered under her breath.
"Errr...me?"
"Oh, sorry Blaise, I meant Malfoy." She sighed. "Let's just help him get better, ok?"
"Uh, sure. I don't really know any healing spells though..."
"Don't worry Blaise, I'm sure he just has a cold or something."
She felt Draco's forehead.
"Jeez! He's really burning up." "Here, Blaise, go get some water and a towel from over there."
He came back with what she wanted, and she immediately started mopping Draco's sweating brow.
"ANGIE! LAV! ALI! FRED! RON! GIN! HARRY!!"
Blaise gave her an inquisitive look. "There are THAT many people here?"
Draco had opened his eyes groggily. His head was hurting and he couldn't think straight. He could faintly see somebody mopping his forehead. The water was so cool, so comforting. He looked up at the person. She was yelling something. 'My angel,' he thought. At that moment, 7 people scrambled into the room that Hermione, Blaise, and Draco were in.
Harry walked over to him.
"Hermione, who's that?"
Then he leaned in for a closer look.
"Oh." He said. "It's you."
...and they all felt a familiar pull at their navels... the familiar pull--of a portkey of some sort...
----
Hermione landed with a thump onto the warm sand. She looked around, quickly taking in her surroundings and analyzing the situation. Obviously, she'd been summoned or brought here by magic of some sort, though she didn't know of what kind. "HERMIONE!!" Three redheads ran over to her, and engulfed her in a group hug.
"Ron, Ginny, Fred! What are you doing here? Do you know where we are? How did you get here? How will we get home?" Hermione asked, all in one breath.
"Uh- Mione, calm down. And to answer your questions, we have no idea where we are, " Ron told her. "We thought that maybe you would know. All I know is that we got here by portkey--I think. At least, that's what it felt like, right Gin?" Ginny nodded enthusiastically. Then she exclaimed. "Ron! If we're here... then maybe Harry is too!!" Hermione's face visibly brightened a bit, since they had been going out for a while, three and a half weeks, actually.
"Good idea, let's look for him."
"Er... Hermione?" "Yeah, Fred?" "Which way?" "Oh, um, let's go west," she said, as she pulled out a baby blue compass that she always kept on a chain around her neck. The four immediately set off through the sand, due west.
After about an hour spent trekking in the warm sand, they were about to give up. Then they spotted Lavender and Angelina, walking with Harry and Alicia.
"Hey Lavender! Harry! How did you get here? Alicia? Angelina? How've you been? We haven't seen you in a while!" Hermione was practically bubbling with excitement.
So far, this island was like one of the places she'd seen in Muggle resort pamphlets. The view was breathtaking. And this island was obviously enchanted, she'd spotted numerous magical plants and herbs along their way.
"Oh, erm... hey Angie..." Fred grinned, slightly nervously.
'Heheh, watching Fred get all nervous towards Angelina is hilarious!' Ginny laughed inwardly.
While Ginny was being amused her brother's sudden change of mood, Hermione was busy staring at Harry's face.
'His scar is almost gone now that Voldemort is defeated. Maybe soon he can go back to being a normal person. Pssh. Harry? A normal person? Yeah right.'
A few minutes later, she snapped back to reality, due to Harry's voice, and when he
"Errr... Mione!!! Hello!?! Anybody there?" He asked as he waved his hand in her face.
"Oh! What?" Hermione had a strange dreamy look on her face... and frankly, Harry was getting kind of creeped out.
"As I was saying, Mione, I think we should keep going west, and see what we find. Maybe you could help me map it?" He reached his arm around his waist, and gave her a peck on the cheek. She blushed, and giggled. Then her mind returned to the matters at hand.
"Oh, Harry, I know exactly what we need to do! Last year, I did some research on the Marauder's Map and I found this extremely interesting excerpt on the magical properties of..." Hermione realized she was rambling, so she quickly got to the point. "As I was saying, I know a way make a map of this place." She took out her wand.
"Facila Carta" In a flash, a map materialized in front of them.
"Great, Mione! Now let's find out where we are!" Ron eagerly declared.
"The Isle of Containment, we're on the West Coast, if we go northeast, we'll hit the 'living quarters,'" Hermione read from the map.
"I'm tired, let' s get going." Lavender said, from behind Harry.
They started.
Harry was busy thinking as they walked, and, as Hermione noticed, was exceptionally quiet.
'Now that Voldemort's gone, who would want to trap us on this island? How are we supposed to get out of here?' Dozens of questions streamed through his mind. Soon a feeling of helplessness started to envelope him. 'Why can't I help everybody get off this island? I mean, I should be able to do something at least, but I don't even know any useful spells.' He sighed, and they trekked onward through the warm white sand.
MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ISLAND
Draco had been walking a little ways to his left when he saw a head of dark hair.
"Blaise? Is that you?!?" he exclaimed.
Blaise jumped.
"Jeez, Draco, you scared me, you almost gave me a heart attack" he cried, melodramatically. "Anyway, Draco, do you have any idea where we are?"
"I dunno Blaise, but I can find out."
"Good, hurry up, I'm getting tired. The sun's about to set, and I've been walking around for a good couple of hours."
"Ok, ok, Blaise, don't get your knickers in a twist," Draco smirked. "Facila Carta"
"Isle of Containment, eh? Seems like a hell of a strange place to be." Blaise stared at the parchment that the map was printed on.
"There's something that says living quarters on there! Come on, due south! Hurry up, Draco!! Let's go!" Blaise eagerly ran off southwards, with Draco following.
"I'm coming, I'm coming..."
And off they went, Blaise half dragging Draco behind him.
15 MINUTES LATER
"Harry! I see a building! Wow, it's beautiful, just like one of those muggle resorts." Hermione fixed her gaze on a distant domicile.
The guys began to talk about how it would be like vacation, and how they hoped they could play quidditch soon. The girls just rolled their eyes, and started a conversation of their own.
Ginny suddenly decided, as long as they were here, there might as well be some good gossip to go around.
"Angie, did you SEE the way Fred was STARING at you? I swear, he's liked you for YEARS." Ginny giggled. "Fred likes Angie, Fred likes Angie!" she said in a sing-songy voice.
Angelina laughed at Ginny's antics. "Well, he is kinda cute..." she mused.
Ginny looked horrified. "No! Don't talk about ANY of my brother THAT way! It's... it's not right!!" She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought. Everybody started to laugh at her reaction, and Fred winked at Angelina.
Before they knew it, they had arrived and it began to pour. Hermione walked through the house, taking in her new surroundings, and almost walked into the backdoor. She looked outside. 'Wow, we were lucky to get here so fast, it's pouring out there now!'
Then she saw two figures running towards the door.
She quickly opened the door for them, as they were soaking wet, and let them in.
"Granger?"
"My first name does exist, you know!" Hermione cried, indignant. "Errr...wait, who are you?"
The two people pulled off their hoods, and the one who had spoken her name collapsed at her feet.
:::MEANWHILE:::
Harry and Ginny seemed to have taken over as the matriarch and patriarch of their newfound "family." At least, that's what the situation had created. Currently, they were giving the house a once-over, just to check if it was safe or not.
"Fred, Ron! Be careful! You never know what's lurking around here! And you had better not get yourself too dirty checking under the bed for boggarts!"
She had a definite 'Mrs. Weasley' streak in her.
"All right, Mum," Fred answered sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Fred, you act like SUCH a girl," Ginny teased. "I mean, rolling your eyes??"
"Hey, it's better than batting my eyelashes at Harry over there..." he whispered back slyly.
That earned him a thwack on the shoulder, while Harry, apparently unaware of the conversation that was going on about him, looked out the window.
"Nice view," he mumbled, to no one in particular.
"Hey guys!" Ron exclaimed. "Let's go check on the kitchen!" 'Food...' he thought.
"Alright, let's go."
:::MEANWHILE IN THE KITCHEN:::
"Anglie! Lavender! Look in these cabinets! They're absolutely wonderful! I swear, every type of food imaginable must be in here!!" Alicia exclaimed, a look of wonder on her face as she opened the many cabinets in the kitchen.
Angelina grinned.
"Ah, the wonders of enchanted kitchens." "What would we do without magic?" "Wait, you said every food imaginable?" "Great, that means we don't have to cook!" Let's just grab some food and set it out on some plates." She began to serach trhough some of the other cabinets, revealing a mini-dishwasher, microwave, oven, and a huge cookbook, along with some flour, wheat, raw chicken, and other materials that they could learn to cook with. Then she stumbled upon the silverware.
"Woah, Ali, look at the silverware, it's beautiful!"
Each piece was intricately carved in stunning silver. A rose intertwined with a dragon of some sort wound together to make the handle of each piece, and no two pieces seemed to be the same.
"And that, my friends, is what we are eating with," Lavender said, after looking the silverware over with an awed look on her face.
"Come on, girls, let's get the food together now."
"Oh. My. God. MALFOY?!?! What the hell are you doing here?"
Then she took notice of the figure standing behind Malfoy.
"Zabini! What are you doing just standing there! Help me carry him to the sofa, he needs to rest."
"Oh, sure Hermione."
'I wish Malfoy would have been more like that, nicer and more gentleman- like... but, he's just...ugh'
"Despicable ferret," she muttered under her breath.
"Errr...me?"
"Oh, sorry Blaise, I meant Malfoy." She sighed. "Let's just help him get better, ok?"
"Uh, sure. I don't really know any healing spells though..."
"Don't worry Blaise, I'm sure he just has a cold or something."
She felt Draco's forehead.
"Jeez! He's really burning up." "Here, Blaise, go get some water and a towel from over there."
He came back with what she wanted, and she immediately started mopping Draco's sweating brow.
"ANGIE! LAV! ALI! FRED! RON! GIN! HARRY!!"
Blaise gave her an inquisitive look. "There are THAT many people here?"
Draco had opened his eyes groggily. His head was hurting and he couldn't think straight. He could faintly see somebody mopping his forehead. The water was so cool, so comforting. He looked up at the person. She was yelling something. 'My angel,' he thought. At that moment, 7 people scrambled into the room that Hermione, Blaise, and Draco were in.
Harry walked over to him.
"Hermione, who's that?"
Then he leaned in for a closer look.
"Oh." He said. "It's you."