Chapter II

Chandra felt herself waking up. She slowly opened her eyes, only to see six pairs of unfamiliar eyes staring down at her. Then it rushed back, the void that had sucked her up as she'd tried to reach Darvish and Aaron. These people were probably the ones that did that. A rush of fear hit her and she gasped.

"Ahhhh!" The girl sat up and scuttled backwards, away from these strangers. "Who are you? What do you want with me? If you took me to Ransom my husband won't stand for it!"

"Husband?"

Chandra looked at the brunette girl across from her who had a friendly look on her face, "Yes, my husband, Prince Darvish of Cisali. Now why was I brought here?"

The six teens exchanged glances, before the dark haired boy answered, "To help us save our world. That was the nature of the spell we cast, to bring us those who could and would help us defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort."

"Dark Lord?"

"An evil Wizard that is killing off muggles, non-magic people, left and right. You see Harry there," The red haired young man pointed at the dark haired boy, "He's strong enough magically to defeat him, but Voldemort has an army of Death Eaters, his followers, and with only so much we can do, we desperately needed help. So when we found a way to Summon help, we jumped at the chance. We just didn't expect so many to appear."

Chandra followed their gazes and noticed for the first time all of the bodies laying around her. Two of which were very familiar to her. She practically jumped to her feet and hurried over to Darvish's side. She felt the eyes of her summoners on her back as she brushed Darvish bangs back, but he was fine as far as she could tell. She then turned over Aaron onto his back and gave him the once over as well.

"Do you know them?" The one they had called Harry asked her.

"Yes, that one is my husband Darvish. And this is Aaron, my husband's lover, and a very dear friend of mine." Chandra looked up at them and saw them all give her bewildered looks. She didn't care though as she continued speaking. "Darvish and I had an arranged marriage. He was already in love with Aaron before we were wed. They are the only real friends I've ever had. . . Nothing's wrong with them so why won't they wake up?"

"Would you be more comfortable if we woke them up?" Chandra once more looked into the kind face of the brunette girl and nodded. "Alright. I'll wake them then."

Chandra watched with interest as the girl pulled a stick from her sleeve and waved it over first Aaron, then Darvish while muttering something. She then replaced the stick in her sleeve and Darvish groaned. Aaron blinked and sat up wincing slightly, taking in the room he was instantly alert. He moved between the six teenagers and Chandra, who was helping Darvish up, his first instinct was to defend his family.

"Aaron, wait. I don't think they'll try to hurt us. Here, help me with Darvish, he seems to have been hit harder than either of us." The ginger-head young man gave the teens an unreadable look and turned to help the sore Darvish stand.

"Excuse me," Hermione stepped forward and touched Chandra's upper arm. She pulled a vial from her pocket and placed it in Chandra's hand, "Here. It's a muscle relaxant. It'll get rid of the soreness, and it's also good for bruises."

Chandra nodded, but still she muttered a detection spell over it first. When nothing harmful came up she drank a third of the vial, helped Darvish drink a third and told Aaron to drink the last of it. Within seconds her body began to feel better as her muscles were soothed by the potion. She also noticed Aaron straightening a little and Darvish nodded in approval.

"Nine Above, that stuff worked wonderfully, Miss. . ."

"Hermione Granger. And the boys are Harry Potter," She began to point them out as she spoke, "Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley. I want to thank you for not just automatically attacking us when you woke up. We are only trying to save our world from Voldemort."

"Hermione don't you think we should go ahead and wake the others first? We could then explain it all at once, I don't think I could stand to have to run through everything more than once." Harry spoke quietly as Ron pulled him into a protective embrace.

"Actually, 'Mione, I don't think I could either," Ron said softly. Chandra watched them closely as pain flashed through their eyes and she knew that if she'd caught it than Aaron saw it clear as the noontime sun. Then the platinum blond, Draco she recalled, spoke up with a suggestion.

"Harry, how about you and I cast a calming charm over the room. Then we can wake them all up. It'll help them keep their heads as they begin to realize that we have just yanked them out of their own worlds."

"A calming charm?" Chandra asked, "What is that?"

Hermione smiled, "It's quite simple rea-"

A hand covered her mouth then another hand covered that. The twins grinned sheepishly at Chandra, "A calming charm is basically just a little spell-"

"-cast over a certain room to keep the environment-"

"-soothing, therefore allowing those within this room-"

"- to keep from having their mind overwhelmed by-"

"-anger, sorrow, and/or fear. And sorry-"

"-about cutting off Hermione, but we didn't want-"

"-to have to listen to enough magical theory-"

"-to fill in the silence for the next four hours," Fred finished as Aaron, Chandra, and Darvish stared at the twins in bewilderment. Hermione pulled away from them and swatted at the two mischievous red heads while she tried to scold them as the other three teens laughed at the expression on her face.

"Maybe your people was right about twins sharing one soul, Dar," Aaron said softly. It was the first time that Aaron and spoken since they'd woken in the strange stone room Chandra noticed. George overheard Aaron and chuckled.

"Well, some twins share a soul, but not all of them. Most pairs actually don't. It's usually only magical twins that share souls, quite literally being their twin's other half."

"That does makes sense. My younger siblings are twins but I've still never seen them do that. Not that I've seen them much since they joined the priesthood of the Fourth." Darvish said and Aaron shuddered. Chandra placed a hand on Aaron's back under the teens curious gaze, Darvish continued with a slight explanation, "In our countries in our world, it's believed that there are nine gods and one goddess. The goddess is in control of death's underworld, thus she is the One Below. The other nine are all her sons, the Nine Above, and are simply called the First, the Second, the Third, the Fourth, and so on. The Fourth is the god of Justice. Aaron was a thief for about five years and was caught once, that was how we met matter of fact, but he was taken to be 'entertained' by the twins in the chamber of the fourth. He still has scars from before I rescued him."

Hermione looked appalled as glanced back up at Harry, but didn't say anything. Ron had stiffened behind Harry, but the green-eyed boy only nodded in understanding. Draco cleared his throat loudly, "Yes, well, we should get to it Harry. It's already almost ten and we still have to wake everyone else, explain the basics and assign sleeping quarters to everyone."

"Yeah, okay," Harry said as he pulled his wand out of it's holster. The two seventeen year olds walked to the middle of the room and quickly cast their most powerful calming charms over the room as everyone watched. Chandra was amazed as a feeling of contentment and peace filtered over her, even Aaron's stance relaxed.

"Here let me get you chairs," Hermione smiled at them and conjured comfortable seats for all three of them. "Who knows how long it'll take to get everyone up to speed. And Chandra, I look forward to talking with you further. Especially seeing as you and I are the only girls here."

Chandra glanced around then back at Hermione, "I didn't even realize that, but thank you."

"Of course," the brunette witch smiled.

"Hey, 'Mione come on and help us wake them up!" Fred called from across the room. Hermione looked over and nodded.

"Coming!" She turned back to the other three, "I'll be right over there if you need something okay."

The princess continued to watch her as she waited for them to nod before heading towards the guys. The witch listened in as they agreed to just wake them one at a time and ask them to wait until everyone was awake for general explanations. Their conversation reaching them over the deathly silent room. Hermione knelt next to a pale boy with black hair, he was wearing a blue and white t-shirt, blue jeans, and white shoes. She quietly murmured the spell as she ran her wand over him.

TBC. . .