The stillness of the arctic tundra was interrupted to by three figures falling into the snow.

"Ron," said the shorter, brown haired man as he lifted his face off the ground, "next time, Harry is in charge of my stag party."

The ginger sprung up with a laugh, dusting snow off his shoulders. "Plan on getting married again, Nev?"

The third man drew himself up. "Hannah is the only one for him, Ron."

A chill wind blew through the group. Ron distributed heavy jackets from a small pouch on his hip.

"At least you planned this," Neville grumbled. "I was half afraid you told the ministry personnel to surprise you when they made the Portkey."

"Actually," Harry said, tugging on his jacket as Ron began to pull out snow shoes, "Hermione, Ron, and I discovered this area while trying to defeat Voldemort."

Neville's eyes widened and he observed the area the group had landed in. Ahead of them, the mouth of a cave loomed. Around that was miles of untouched powder.

Ron slapped Neville on the shoulder. "Don't worry mate, we cleared out the ice scorpions already."

Neville breathed out slowly. "If I die, Hannah will raise hell."

Ron and Neville followed Harry towards the cavern entrance. Passing through, Neville noticed the harsh walls smoothing out. Carvings began to pop up on the walls.

"So, what is this place?" Neville asked as the cave began to widen.

"Dunno," said Ron. "It was undiscovered until Voldemort dropped his soul shard at the bottom."

The group stopped at the edge of a vertical shaft. A forty-five degree drop, punctuated by ice spikes along the slope.

Neville blinked at the knowledge that Voldemort had split his soul, then asked, "Ice scorpions?"

Harry chuckled, "Not easy to deal with when you are tumbling around, but we cleared them all out."

Ron opened his fanny pack a third time and pulled out three boards of wood.

"Now, we shred." Ron stood on his snowboard and leaned forward. He tipped over the edge with a whoop that echoed off the frozen ceiling.

Alright, you can do this. If you can face Voldemort, you can deal with a hill, Neville thought to himself.

Harry demonstrated how to mount the board, and then shot off down the hill. Neville took a deep breath and followed him.

The three children-at-heart swerved down the slope, yelling with delight, before crashing into each other at the bottom.

"That was great!" exclaimed a red-faced Neville. "But what does shredding have to do with it?"

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House: Ravenclaw

Year: Second

Category: Drabble

Prompt: [Word: Undiscovered]

Word Count: 422