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Chapter 2:

A flaming orange sun hung low in the sky and it gave the ocean a golden shine. The village was small and did not have more than a couple of main streets, a dock and a dozen quarters with old wooden houses. The buildings cast long and dark shadows towards land, salesmen and residents were still populating the villages streets.

Deeper into the land, a dense and lush forest covered the grounds and miles away a majestic limestone rock rose from the sea of green. It was several kilometres long and small trees and bushes grew on the vertical cliff wall. The shadow of the night rose even higher towards the cliff's top, when the sun slowly sank towards the horizon. Roots from a few gnarled trees hung over it's edge and it looked as if they could fall down any given minute.

Draco's eyelids felt heavy and his body weak, the ground beneath him was soft and possibly grass. The straws tickled him against his face and hands.

It felt as if the outside world had melted together with his insides and then ripped apart again. A slight feeling of nausea crept in his throat, but nothing worse then what he could manage. Hadn't he been standing in the boat just a moment ago, defending himself against the furious little Weasley? Where was he now?

The sun's light was cool and it warmed him slightly. What surprised Draco the most was that his clothes were completely dry. He sat up slowly and opened his eyes; the light was strong. It took some time for him to get used to it. It became easier to get an overview of his surroundings when Draco's eyes had become accustomed to the direct sunlight.

The air was cool and a soft sea breezes swept past him, a few large trees grew four steps ahead of him and then the ground disappeared into thin air. Draco stood up out of curiosity and walked carefully towards what turned out to be a precipice. He grabbed one of the trees thick and gnarled branches; the height was dizzying. Far below, a sea of tree crowns formed a carpet of different green tones. The forest was cut down here and there to make space for arable land. Draco raised his gaze and saw the evening sun. It looked like a burning orange and it was halfway down the horizon. A small village could be located by the sea and it was completely embraced by the shadows of the night.

Had it worked? How could he be sure? Maybe he had just received a powerful blow to the head and fainted? The coin had, after all, slipped from his grip and it seemed to have disappeared without a trace. Maybe this was all a dream.

Draco heard something rustling behind him in the ankle-high grass. He let go of the branch and threw an questioning and pensive gaze over his right shoulder. There, not far from him, lay two figures on their backs. Either of them were moving. They were dressed in what seemed to be black robes and one of them lay motionless over the other. Draco turned around completely and walked closer. It looked as if they were waking up.

"Ron, you are lying on my head." The boy's voice came out like a weak mutter. Now this had to be a dream, thought Draco. These two idiots should have been here if it had worked.

Draco stood still, his ones relaxed face became rigid and tense.

"Hmm…" The redhead opened his eyes slowly, and he looked drowsy. Draco did nothing.

"What happened? How come my clothes are all dry?" Ron got up to a sitting position and supported himself with his hands. Harry Potter, who still lay on his back in the grass, took a few deep breath before he too, sat up. He seemed a bit more present then his friend.

"No idea, but I feel dizzy…" Harry's breath was heavy for a short instant, before he lifted his gaze and looked directly at Draco.

"What is he doing here?" Asked the greed eyed boy thoughtfully.

It is just a sick dream, no point bothering. Draco tried hard to convince himself, but did not succeed all too well. He would hopefully wake up soon, and everything would be the way it always had been. A feeling of disappointment swept over him.

" I could ask you two the weary same question," Draco answered plainly. "And why are you and Weasley in my dream?" He had said the last sentence more to himself than anyone else.

The ones on the ground raised there eyebrows puzzled and seemed to think:

He really has lost it this time.

Draco ignored them and was about to leave, when something inside the edge of the forest caught his attention. He froze where he stood, something had moved in the shadows of the foliage. There it was again, something yellowish brown had gleamed for just an instant. The thing must be moving with great caution and flexibility, because Draco could not make out any sound indicating motion.

He drew out his wand and it got Harry and Ron up to their feet in less then an instant. Both Gryffindors drew their wands, as well, ready to defend themselves against a unfriendly spells or curses, that never came. Draco continued to study the dense vegetation with a focused, and somewhat worried glance. He held his wand in a tight grip and pointed it at no one.

Draco relaxed slightly and put away his wand. More that half a minute had passed and nothing had happened.

Harry broke the tense silence,

"What was all of that about?" Draco understood that his behaviour must have caused discomfort. Both of them stared at him with a mix of hostility and anxiety. Harry and Ron still held their wands tight but had lowered them slightly.

Draco thought for a second about telling them what he believed to have seen, but didn't.

He cursed himself for letting his guard down the next moment. The forest gave away a loud crash and it made all three flinch in horror and surprise. Something that looked like a big and long lizard had taken an powerful leap against them. Harry and Ron had been standing closest to the forest and barely manage to throw themselves out of the way. Draco backed off quickly and almost fell backwards in the process.

The reptile's shoulder blades moved flexibly, like a tiger's, inside its muscular body and yellowish-brown scales. It had came quickly to its feet and its bone-white teeth were visible.

The lizards head was very mush like a snakes, with the same jaw and eyes. The last beams of sunlight revealed its well shaped muscles, and its long limbs looked powerful.

Draco, Harry and Ron stood around the beast, four feets away, wands ones again ready. It turned its snake head and gazed at each of them with cold, round eyes, one at a time.

"Stupefy!" yelled Harry and Ron in chorus.

Draco's Petrificus Totalus curse reached the monster at the same time as the other two did.

All three of them watched in horror as the lizard did nothing more than shake its head a couple of times. The attempt had accomplished nothing more than to making it even more furious.

Draco, Harry and Ron backed off slowly and their gaze never left the lizards ice blue eyes. It swung around where it stood with unimaginable speed. None of them were fast enough to get out of the way when the reptile's long and heavy tail hit them.

Draco would have fallen over the edge and down the precipice, if he hadn't hit the tree trunk with his back first. The collision had forced all air out of his lungs and made him feel dazed. Draco fell down onto his back in the grass and it was painful to breathe at first. A throbbing pain radiated from the middle of his back.

Draco opened his eyes again, still panting heavily, and tried to get a grip on the situation. The reptile was close now, just three steps away from him. It looked huge from such a low angle. At least four heads higher than himself if he had been standing. No horns adorned its head, instead something that looked like seven long feelers emerged from the back of its head. All seven seemed to hover in the air, along side and over the muscular neck of the reptile.

Draco felt his courage fail when he saw that his wand lay far away from him, behind the reptiles hind leg. The creature stood till and hesitated, waiting.

Draco's slender body protested out of pain when he lifted himself off the ground and sat unsteadily on his knees. His entire back felt sore and he would not be able to sit up, if it weren't for the life-threatening situation.

Draco lifted his gaze from the lizard's reptilian paws. It's jaw extended twice its original size when it hissed, just like a snake, and sharp poison-fangs became visible. He did not dare to look anywhere else then into the reptile's characteristics round and icy eyes.

A strange mix of horror and surprise washed over him, when the monster hissed one last time, turned it's head and looked backwards, grabbed his wand with one of it's black paws.

Draco felt as if his blood froze to ice, when he had to witness his most beloved property was crushed into wood chips. He felt paralyzed and did not notice when a unidentified spell hit the lizard, it was close to falling over. He did not regain control over his body until he saw Harry and Ron disappearing into the thicket of shrubs, foliage and branches. He ran, faster then what seemed to be possible.

Had it been Potter or Weasley that had fired the spell? Draco did not consider to stop and find out the answer. He reached the forest and threw himself into its darkness. The beast did not follow them yet, he could still hear the reptiles heavy and troublesome breathing.

It was dark as night beneath the foliage of the forest. The trees stood close to one another, coarse roots made the ground uneven and mosses made it slippery. Draco had been close to falling a number of times before he had caught up with the others. He continued running with a beating heart and rapid breaths. The ground vegetation was less lush now and hardly any light got threw the roof of the forest. It was still difficult to run without falling over or slipping. To stop was out of the question; there was no sound, but Draco had an uncomfortable feeling that the lizard was out there somewhere. It could possibly easily climb up into one of the forest high trees and follow them from above.

Draco was all too focused on continuing running and did not see when first Harry, then Ron, suddenly stopped. All three fell face down onto the damp ground when he collided with them from behind.

"Watch where you are going, your fool." The mosses they had fallen on was soft, but that didn't seem to encourage Ron the slightest.

"I don't understand, Harry," continued the redhead, while all three got up to there feats "Why should you waste time saving Malfoy? He would never return the favour."

So it had been Potter that had fires the curse.

"Why in Merlin's name did you stop?" Draco asked angrily, while he swept away the moss with his hands that had stuck onto his robes. He hated to admit it, but he would have to stick together with these two now. Wandering around in this forest alone without a wand did not seem like a tempting option.

Both Draco and Ron turned to face Harry, waiting for an explanation.

"That is a question I would like an answer to, as well, Harry. You tore a huge hole in my school uniform!" Draco watched while Ron held up his left arm and showed the tear. It began over the boy's armpit and went all the way down to his waist.

Harry looked at neither of them, he studied the surrounding with a suspicious gaze.

"Sorry about that, Ron. But I thought I saw something."

Draco's breathing had become a bit less heavy, but his heart was pounding in his chest just as rapidly as before. All three stood still, now with there backs turned to one another and waited tensely. Ron wore a startled expression and Draco tried to hide his own fears.

It was impossible to see threw the haze more then ten steps ahead of them. It all became a blur of different blues after that and no contrasts at all. Harry was the first one to spot the creature, but nether Draco or Ron had the possibility to check if it was true. Two more of these overgrown lizards emerge out of the haze. They were surrounded.

Ron's voice sounded like a stifled cry.

"How many of those monsters are there?"

Draco swallowed, he was once again reminded of how vulnerable he was without his wand. The others held their's in front of them in a steady grip. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, to get an overview of the situation. The four meter long and two meter high reptiles looked like dark blue shadows around them. They did not run, but crept slowly closer to them with a low profile. All three was less then ten steps away from where Draco, Harry and Ron stood closely together. It was possible for Draco to make out the one of the lizard's icy blue eyes, they shone like a pair of sapphires. Shoulder blades rose and fell beneath its well shaped muscules.

"What spell did you use earlier, Potter?" Draco was sure that his voice revealed the terror he felt inside.

Harry answered quickly.

"The Impedimenta curse, but it doesn't have any lasting effect, by the looks of it."

Out of the haze emerged another figure, along side the lizard that was closest to Draco, but this one seemed human.

"Give up, you have no where to run." The voice was rough and intimidating and probably belonged to an older man.

No one spoke, Harry and Ron turned to where the voice had come from, wands still ready.

"Lower your weapons and give them to me." The man held out his right hand. It was impossible to make out any specific facial features. The person was large and at least one head higher then any of them.

Nether Draco, Harry or Ron showed any sign of following the given order. They continued to seek for a way out.

A moment paced when nothing happened. The man stood quietly with his open hand stretched out towards them, the other rested against the lizards muscular neck.

Draco thought he saw the stranger whisper something to the creature. Everything happened to fast for any of them to recall after that. All three beasts took one powerful leap against them and everything went dark shortly after.

"I'm sorry about our misunderstanding. Scorp mistook you for poachers." Draco recognized the voice. It was identical to that of the stranger in the forest, but it sounded milder and mush less threatening now.

"Scorp? Is that what you call your little pet? It almost ate us for dinner!" That was defiantly Ron Weasley, he sounded upset.

"How did you get here anyway?"

"We… We don't know exactly." So Potter was here as well.

Draco felt drowsy and it was hard to make out who was speaking, it was all a blur. The last thing he could recall was the image of the overgrown lizard leaping towards him. To open his eyes was an impossible task at the moment. The pain in his back returned bit by bit, as he regained consciousness. Whatever Draco lay upon was soft, the air warm, and he could hear the harmonic sound of a crackling fireplace.

He tried to sit up. It did not feel safe to be unaware in this unknown environment. The attempt failed and Draco groaned quietly when he fell back onto the soft surface.

"It seems as if your friend is waking up."

"He is not our friend." Ron Weasley corrected the man quickly. His words came out like a hissing sound. The redhead was right about what he was saying at least, it did not matter if Potter had saved him earlier. There relationship remained the opposite of friendship.

"Who is he then? I can not for the world understand why you should be running around in the forest, with a person you obviously do not like."

"I tried to explain it to you earlier. We where on our way home from Hogwarts and then we awoke at the top of that cliff."

"Hogwarts? What is Hogwarts, a town?"Draco could perceive what they said more clearly now. He heard Harry's and Ron's surprised comments when the stranger obviously did not know about Hogwarts school. The man sounded confused, if not a bit irritated, about their behaviour. Draco had a faint idea of what might have happened earlier. He did not know how the silver coin would work exactly, but if it had. Then why had the other two been dragged along?

Draco tried to sit up once more and this attempt was more successful. It was an old couch he had been sleeping on. The cottage seemed small, the room he was in looked like it was used as entrance hall, a kitchen and a living room, all in one. The front door was located at the far end of the couch, at its right side, the floor was made out of the same thick wooden planks as the ceiling. A table with six simple chairs was located in the middle of the room. Three of these chairs, at the side furthest away from him, were occupied. Harry and Ron looked at him with unreadable expressions. The stranger from the forest seemed a lot younger than Draco had expected, he could not be a day over 40. His black hair was cut short and a couple of small, faint scars ran down the stranger's left cheek. All three of them seemed to be waiting for him to speak. It made Draco feel slightly uncomfortable and not just because of the fact that they still had their wands and he hadn't. The man tried to get eye contact with him. Draco looked back into the stranger's amber eyes.

"I apologise for the trouble Scorp caused. The other two got away with small bruises and scratches. You, on the other hand, seem to have gotten a bit more roughed up. But nothing seems to be broken and you don't have any deep wounds. I believe that you will be just fine within two or three days time."

Draco did not like the friendly tone in the strangers voice. He was used to people knowing about the Malfoy family and its power and influence. His classmates at Hogwarts showed him respect out of fear of Draco's father and the rest of his family. This man knew nothing about him, or his family, and had therefore no reason to show him respect.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Draco asked. The stranger seemed slightly shocked about his aggressive tone. "I am an ordinary ground keeper, Aron Frehem is my name. We are on an island in the middle of North Atlantic, one of the few places Muggles can't find. It is called Tomeria."

Draco assumed that Harry and Ron already new all this because of their lack of visible reaction. For how long had he been unconscious? Draco lowered his gaze to the dusty floor and frowned in a thoughtful expression. He looked up again after a few seconds.

"Which year is it?" All three stared at him as if he would be mad or something. The man gave away a short laugh,

"What do you mean, which year it is? Dose the different years have names now? That was something new."Draco raised his blonde eyebrows in surprise, what was this man on about? Harry and Ron was now staring at Aron Frehem instead, puzzled. He felt almost as confused as the two Gryffindor seemed to be.

"So, it isn't 1997?" Draco asked shortly. Aron Frehem blinked.

"I'm afraid that I have no idea what you are talking about."

Draco had to support himself when he got up from the coach. Harry, Ron and this Aron guy was deeply into a wild discussion and nether part willing to compromise. He walked quietly towards the front door and tried to make himself as invisible as possible. Draco did not notice when his rival gave him a most suspicious glance when he closed the wooden door behind him.

End note: I will write chapter 3-5 in Swedish before translating again, most likely. =) and please, tell me what you think about my fanfic.^^