Summary: Harry, Ron and Hermione are caught in the crossfire when Death Eaters attack Hogsmeade. Things get out of hand when a timeturner breaks and the trio plus all the Deathies are flung several years into the future, coincidentally landing in a school in Canada. This fic is based on a daydream Emily and I had in FLA class and is rather interesting. Features two new characters … Me and Emily! Lol, strange fic but hey, we had nothing better to do at the time. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: The day I own Harry Potter will be the day that the world is conquered by cannibalistic Turtles (the chocolate ones, lol - don't blame me, on the commercial the little turtle dude is like, "I loooove Turtles," and my brother and I thought he was a cannibal), Apocalyptic horsemen throw surprise parties at schools (really freaking out the teachers, lol) and J.K. Rowling writes a Beyond Hogwarts book, in which Harry marries Lisa Simpson.

This fanfic, Eccentric Adventures And Even Stranger Schools (EA for short), brought to you by,

The two single-most brilliant Canadians in the history of fanficdom,

Abby and Emily

Prologue

~ A World Turned Upside Down ~

Bangs and cries split the night air. Hermione ducked as a beam of green light flashed over her head. She swiftly made her way over to the front of Honeydukes, where her eye had caught a glimpse of red rushing by. She threaded her way through the crowd - although, threaded is a misleading word, as what really occurred was that she hexed anyone that dared get in her way - running fast to catch up.

"Ron!" she yelled, kicking a nearby Death Eater in the shins as she passed.

He turned quickly and sidled closer to her, dodging a spell that was about to hit him in the same movement. "Hermione," Ron gasped, face pale. "Where's Harry?"

Hermione cursed vividly and Ron gave her a surprised glance before they hurried down the battling street. A trail of unconscious, injured Death Eaters lay in their wake.

They passed several dented buildings and smouldering craters in the road. It would take Hogsmeade months to fully recover from this attack. Most of the Hogwarts students had been herded into The Three Broomsticks but the trio had been separated and had assisted the villagers and Aurors in the fight. It was surprising what an advantage underestimation, mockery and foolhardiness could give three teen-agers in battle. They had not only held their own, they had taken down many-a grown wizard. The fact that most of these wizards were idiots - (A/N: Voldemort? Come on, morons, get better leaders, first off. Next, try some common decency and fashion sense. I mean, like, get with it Luscious, a bow?! I'm a girl, and I don't wear bows in my hair! Whacked-out-hippie-freaks do not make the most fear-inspiring servants, Voldiekins!) - was completely irrelevant. It was a pity that the three had been swept away by the flow of the crowd, they had made a formidable Death-Eater-jinxing team.

Suddenly a yell of pain tore through Hermione, piercing her heart like a dagger.

Harry.

Pain. It was the farthest extremity of the feeling. No word came close to describing the flames eating away at his body, stabbing him repeatedly, relentless, incessant, uncontrollable … They burned, searing through his veins, making his ears ring with his own agonised cries.

And then it was gone. He lay stone still on the ground, drenched in sweat. He felt drained, sucked dry, as though he would never be able to move again. His eyelids seemed to weigh tons. All he wanted was to lie here forevermore, deaf to the world …

But Fate had other things in store for him. As he lay there, still as death, he heard it. Laughter. Mocking, sneering, jeering laughter. They were laughing at him. Anger flared up inside him, swallowing the lingering weariness, flooding his body with strength. He slowly stretched out his arm, reaching for the wand lying a foot away from him …

Suddenly there was a loud bang and chaos erupted around him. The Death Eaters started firing spells at someone or something near the line of trees at the edge of the clearing they were in. Harry Potter jumped up, unnoticed, and made his way for the center of the commotion, cursing his tormentors out of the way as he went.

"Ron, here, hold this," Hermione hurriedly thrust something into Ron's hand and turned back to throwing hexes at the on-coming waves of Death Eaters. They had followed Harry's yell into a clearing in the Forbidden Forest and now their enemies were swarming them. Harry was no where in sight.

"Hermione!" Ron shouted over the noise. "Why, in the name of Merlin, do you have a time turner?!" After looking up and realising that Hermione was too absorbed cursing dark wizards to hear him, Ron rushed forward to help her and promptly tripped over a protruding tree root.

The small hourglass flew out of his hand and for a moment appeared to be suspended in time, hanging in mid air. Then the illusion was ended with a bang as a spell arced up, hit the device and blasted it into millions of pieces.

"Bloody hell," Ron cursed.

Hermione looked up too and gave a strangled gasp as the dust from inside the time turner began to fall back down to Earth. It sprinkled ethereally over the heads of the three teenagers and their robed and hooded opponents. Without so much as a whisper of the wind, the whole battling crowd disappeared and the shattered hourglass landing in the middle of the now silent clearing.

(A/N: This is the Prologue, please R&R.

Next Chapter: Abby and Emily turn up, Ron runs into a pole and an eighth grader runs around like a chicken with its heads cut off.

C ya!)