A/N: So, sorry if the Spanish sucks, we were using Google Translate. And yeah, I'm aware nothing happens in this chapter really. It's like 3:50 A.M. and we're hyped on Internet videos, OneRepublic, and Jarid;)

Chapter 1: In Which Something Exciting Doesn't Quite Happen Yet

Exams had just ended, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna were enjoying a warm summer day underneath their favorite tree, when Percy ran up to them, chest heaving. They sat there staring at him for a moment as he doubled over, wheezing, waving a hand in the air. It seemed that the Spanish-speaking-only spell that Flint had cast on him hadn't worn off yet. The Weasley was shouting, "Un momento! Un momento!"

The poor sap never had a chance. Not a second later he was bowled over by his brothers, Fred and George. The twins didn't look happy. Percy…well they weren't sure what he looked like – his face was stuck in the ground…and it seemed to be gurgling. Was that mud his head had landed in?

"Hey,hey guys!" the twins demanded attention simultaneously.

While Neville looked worriedly at Percy, everyone else was staring raptly at Fred and George.

"What?" asked Harry a little uneasily.

Fred informed with a shake of his head, "Dumbledore wants to see us."

"In London," interjected George.

Fred raised his voice over his brother's, "At the Empire State building!"

Hermione's brows bunched together. She opened her mouth then closed it a few times. She shook her head.

"Please, Fred," she pleaded, "please tell me you are not that stupid. I need to know this."

Fred looked confused, "What?"

George glared at Fred, punching him in the arm, "The Empire State building is in America, you bloody noob!"

"Then where in hell did Dumbledore tell us to meet?"

Percy seemed to have finally fought his way from the mud. He declared with vehemence, "Me dejaste morir!" He was religiously ignored. No one could understand him anyway.

George gave an exasperated exhale before gesturing to the group under the tree. The group gathered their stuff together and stood looking expectantly at George. George turned on his heel dragging Fred after him. He called over his shoulder, "Just follow me alright?" The group followed, stopping only to grab brooms from the shed.

Percy raced after them muttering, "Estupido…inutil…Yo hara terminan ellos!"

At the entrance to the castle, a figure lolling lazily on a broomstick sat up. "Took you long enough!" Draco Malfoy lazily drawled, adjusting his grip on the broomstick.

"Why'd you wait if you didn't want to go with us?" Harry asked waspishly.

"Maybe I was feeling disgustingly kind and decided to wait for you lower life forms." Malfoy sneered.

"Or maybe – and this is just a shot in the dark here – but maybe you didn't know the way and had to wait or you'd get lost and then you'd be screwed, wouldn't you?" Ron retorted.

Malfoy's pale cheeks tinged slightly pink "That's not true. I could've left anytime! I could fly there with my eyes closed. If you know where we're going, prove it, 'cause I bet you don't know!" He sat defiantly with his arms crossed over his chest.

Fred yawned "What a subtle way to try to find out where we're going, git. If you knew where we were headed, you wouldn't have tried to get us to say."

Percy jogged up to them. While he was wrestling with his broomstick, George turned to the collective group and announced:

"We're all here; let's go!" Without waiting, he took off, leaving everyone else to follow.

They followed him through the England countryside. Soon, they couldn't even see Hogwarts anymore. Five minutes later, they landed behind a building and dismounted. As they were rapidly storing their brooms inside Hermione's bottomless bag, George pointed to the alley that opened onto a sunny area. "That's where we're headed. Whatever it's called."

Hermione pursed her lips. "Piccadilly Circus."

George shrugged to indicate that it didn't matter.

"Hey, people, get a move on!" Ginny called from the front of the alley. Beside her, Percy and Neville nodded vigorously.

"Rapido, por favor, rapido."

Draco fell into step beside Harry. "You know what this is about?"

Harry glanced sideways at him. "Hell if I know. I thought you knew, since you're a prefect and all."

Malfoy detected the slight note of jealousy and curled his lip. "Wish you were good enough to be one, Potter? Well, you're not. And as for the reason, it's probably because you've done something again that I've been blamed for."

Harry opened his mouth to snap back, but before he could, they exited the alley and almost immediately a wind blew them down the street, and into an open doorway. The door shut behind them, and they heard locks click. Peering into the darkness, Ron muttered

"What kind of bullshit was that?"

A voice came out of the darkness. "This 'bullshit' has to do with your graduating from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."