Title: You Only Live Once (heehee, yes, I named it YOLO.. it's for fluff reasons only)

Chapter 0: Prologue

Summary: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Draco thought they were just going to talk to their Professor about a homework assignment and then be on their merry way. They thought wrong. Now they're stranded in not only another country but another time! The only people that can help them are a bunch of deranged muggles who somehow know everything about them. Creepy much?

Pairings: DracoxOC (because I just love doing that)... that's pretty much it... o.O

Rating: M for a reason (thought I don't really agree with that rating, I will follow it so I won't get into trouble)

Warning(s): This is only rated M for the word content and conversations that the people in the story have. It's pretty much how I talk to my friends on a regualr basis, but what we do can be viewed as, and I quote, 'inappropriate fro your age group' so I'll make this M.

Author's Note: Okay, so this is set in the eighth year and all of the OCs are real people, and a few of the names are the actual middle names of those poeple (I will not use their real names because I'm just paranoid like that). You'll know who they are in the next chapter when I make a character list since none of the OCs are in this chapter right now because this is just the prologue.
Most of the sinarios (when we get to the part where you meet the OCs) have actually happened to me, I kind of just put different people and the HP characters into it.
Sorry if there is any OOCness, I'm trying to avoid that as much as I can. If you see that anywhere, just shoot me a PM and I'll try to correct it.

Alright, I'll stop rambling and you can read my train wreck of a story

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Ryanabeth H. Deveroux does not own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does

Harry, Ron and Hermione trouped silently down the halls of Hogwarts, thinking how odd it was to be there right then. For one thing, it was still summer. For another thing, there was no one there. They had imagined the school to be bustling with teachers trying to get ready for the school year and ghosts roaming the halls (only Merlin knew what Peeves was up to right now), not this infernal silence that seemed to creep up on you. It was unsettling.

As to why they were at Hogwarts at this time, they really couldn't say. Harry and Ron believed that it was because of some kind of missed assignment, but Hermione would have none of it. She had turned in every one of her homework assignments, even before the war.

Since then, they had debated returning for their eighth year but to no avail. Hermione wouldn't -couldn't- stand by and not finish her seventh year. Thus, all three of them had to return. She stated that it would make up for all the school work they had missed while Harry was almost getting himself killed every year and Ron's general goofing off.

Thinking over this, they made their way to the Headmistress's staircase and spoke the password "Momento". The stairs spiraled up into Headmistress McGonnagal's office, where they were bombarded with a flurry of platinum blond hair.

"Oh how coincidental! You lot are here too," the person exclaimed, hugging each of them in turn.

"Hello, Luna," Hermione said kindly, sending a smile the younger girls way. "How was your summer?" she asked. How odd, Harry thought. Why would Luna be here?

"It was dreadfully boring," Luna said rolling her eyes. "I helped father with the Quibbler as I always do during the holidays. Sometimes it's dull work as-" Harry blocked the rest of what she was saying out as his eyes came to rest on another platinum blond figure. Though his back was turned, Harry was sure that he was paying rapt attention to everything that was going on on their side of the room. The boy turned around to further confirm his worries and his blue eyes widened.

Harry stared back at Draco, noticing the differences in the boy. His hair wasn't gelled back as it usually would have been and it fell in short strands over his eyes. He was dressed almost like Harry was, like a muggle. Dark blue jeans and a red-plad button down t-shirt. Harry didn't think that Draco even owned muggle clothes.

His initial shock gone, Draco stared back at him with a cool expression on his face. It wasn't the emotionless mask the the Malfoy usually wore, it was a 'I recognize your presence and appreciate it' kind of look. Harry raised an eyebrow at him and the blond quickly turned back around in his chair, looking expectantly at the Headmistress' desk.

"... and then the Unicorn hair turned purple," Luna finished, laughing as Harry went back to their conversation. Ron gave him a cross-eyed look and mouthed 'crazy', making the ravenette stifle a laugh. Luna was a good friend, really. She was just a bit.. Loony.

Harry nudged Ron with his elbow and gestured towards the other blond with his head. "Look who's here," he said in a low voice.

"Malfoy," Ron sneered, his lip curling in disgust. No matter what anyone said, that boy would always be his enemy. Seven years of torment and ridicule had built up in Ron. The slight justice he had gotten during the war did nothing to ease the lust for vengeance he held for the eldest Malfoy.

"Please, Ron, don't start a scene," Hermione sighed, ever the peace maker. "We don't like him either, but he's minding his own business. Leave him be,"

"No one said I was going to start on him," Ron snapped, narrowing his eyes at the blond. "As long as he keeps his distance -" Ron spoke loud enough that said boy turned in his chair to send him a look of disinterest. His threat was clear, but the Malfoy didn't seem to be phased.

"Will you stop speaking as though I'm not within ear shot?" he asked, his voice sounding bored. "I know we're not mates, Weasley, but please, just shut up so we can get whatever we have to do here done," he turned back around, smirking as he saw the looked of awe and anger on Ron's face. He was just so easy to rile up.

"I can't believe that you vouched for him in front of the Ministry," Ron hissed at Harry, causing his friend to wince. He was pretty sure that anyone walking in right then could smell the hatred radiating off of his friend. "I would have let him and his parents rot in Azkaban,"

Harry just rolled his eyes. "We've been over this, Ron," he sighed. "They were being threatened against their will. None of them wanted to be doing what they did. Yes, they did many things on their own that would make my blood crawl, but they did it to protect themselves," it was a weak argument in Ron's eyes, but it had worked on the Ministry. The Malfoy's had gotten off with a slap on the wrist, a lot better than they deserved.

"What ever," Ron huffed, his anger passing. "Let's just stop talking about it, least the Professor comes in,"

"Where is the Professor anyways?" Luna asked, looking around the room. Just as she asked, a flash of light went off on the desk. All five teens sent startled looks at each other, though Harry cautiously approched the desk.

"It's just a note," he said, giving a short sigh of relief. The others crowded around him (Draco distinctly off to the side) to read what it said:

Draco, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Ron,
You must be wondering why you're here right now (Ron gave a snort of "No shit" at this, receiving a slap from Hermione) and I shall explain all in good time. Just know that things happen for a reason, children. Some may seem bad or unlucky at first, but it may ne a chance for you all to start over and lead new lives. The rest I leave to you.

Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore

Harry's breath hitched in his throat and Draco turned deathly pale. Dumbledore? He was dead wasn't he? This couldn't be him. He tried to put the note back onto the desk, but it was sticking to his hand. He shook it, and nothing happened.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, equally puzzled. She took a piece of the note in her hand to find that she couldn't get it off either. "What the..."

"Honestly, do none of you have wands?" Draoc sighed, taking his own out and waving it over their stuck hands. Nothing happened, they were still stuck. Luna got the bright idea to take the scissors that were on the desk and cut the paper; her hand became stuck to the scissors which were stuck to the paper.

"How the hell is this happening?" Ron asked, irritated even though he wasn't the one with his hand stuck.

"Do you think I bloody know? I can't get it off!" Harry snapped, shaking his hand like mad and only succeeding in moving all three hands in the same motion.

"I have an idea," Draco said.

"It better be a bloody good one or I'll -"

"Shut up Ron!" three voiced chorused. Ron's mouth snapped shut and Draco smiled at the encouragement to go on.

"Weasley, grab onto Granger and I'll grab onto Lovegood. On three we pull," he said. They all nodded their heads, getting into position.

"One... two..."

"Is this thing supposed to be glowing?" Luna asked interrupting him. Sure, enough, the paper was glowing an eery green color.

"Get it off, mate. It's burning!" Harry yelped, his hand turning pink. The girls each said as much and Draco began the count down again.

"One... two...-"

"PULL!" Ron yelled, yanking Hermione one way while Draco pulled Luna. Harry braced his feet onto the round, hoping to keep his balance when they broke apart. Suddenly there was a loud popping noise and he felt the sensation of his whole body turning inside out. No, he though, no it was a - he never finished his thought as his vision turned black.

Welp, that's it, The Prologue. I hoped you liked it and want to read more... If you do, press the pretty button down there and REVIEW!