Chapter Two
Well, we witch/wizard band nerds can be jerks sometimes, especially Jeremy who we should thank for landing us here on this island that happened to be already occupied by pirates. Chelsea, Chris, and I were facing the ugly git who wore a red and white striped t-shirt, some ugly, moldy-looking boots, and a tricorn hat on. He didn't exactly fit the "pirate" description, but he was close enough and if he was looking for buried treasure, then you can assume that he happens to be a pirate. So, since he had a nice, shiny revolver in his hand, we stood as still as though we were made of wood.
"So, you come to steal me treasure, mates?" He eyed all of us. "Well, since ye don't got the wits to own up to it, then I guess I'll just have to make sure you don't get it." He laughed (which sounded more like a dying cow to me) and ordered his men to tie us to a tree near camp.
But where Jeremy was, I had no clue. Somehow I wouldn't have cared if he died. He deserved more than that for landing us here. When we were finally tied to the tree, I felt like throwing up. The camp stunk of skunk cabbage and they had no sense of hygiene. So there we were stuck in a tree. How delightful!
"So, how ye mates doing up dere?" the captain called to us.
"Ah, go boil in slime!" Chelsea called back, not wanting to be bothered in this stupid situation. We all knew it was Jeremy's fault and we were going to kill him eventually…if we didn't die first.
"WHAT?!" I can officially say his voice happened to resemble thunder. I'm not sure if he knew what slime was, but he certainly knew what boil was. I could have kicked Chelsea, but I couldn't blame her too much. I just wanted a quick and easy death and now seemed like a perfect time…too bad Jeremy wasn't here.
Pulling out his revolver, the mad captain pointed it at us. First, the shiny, silver weapon faced Chelsea, then me, and last, at Chris. There was a mad gleam in his cold, blue eyes and I watched him pull the trigger. Closing my eyes, I expected a bang and pain. BANG! I almost felt it coming, but nothing happened. Opening my eyes, I saw the Captain still with his revolver in his hand but nothing came out of it. He and his crew were stunned. I looked over at Chelsea who looked wide-eyed around her, wondering what happened. In front of the three witches/wizards, there stood an untidy, black-haired boy, with brilliant green eyes. This, the wizard world knew, was Harry Potter.
"Need some help?" Harry asked with a smile. A hole opened in the sky and four figures walked through it. There stood Ron, Hermione, Fred and George Weasley. I didn't know exactly which was which, but I knew both of their names and I knew they were friends.
"Yeah," I laughed and with a wave, the three of us were back on the ground, shaking hands. "Thanks for your help. How'd you know we were here?" You don't expect me to believe that some angel sent them, do you?
"A secret door in the castle," Fred or George smiled mysteriously.
"Oh, really?" Chelsea, who couldn't lay her eyes off of Harry. "Then how're you going to get back?" All five Hogwarts students shrugged their shoulders. This apparently was the first time they ever been through this secret door and how they happened to be there in the knick of time, is still strange enough.
"Well, then," Chris said, "you would mind helping us find the rest of our group, would you? We're looking for two tall fellows. Both have black hair, but one has tanned skin and the other has white. They sort of got us into this mess," Chris added, feeling the need to explain, which I could kill him sometimes for.
"No problem," Fred or George said, and leading the group. "What're their names?" After giving him their names, Fred and George started yelling on the top of their lungs "JEREMEY! SAM! OH, WHERE ARE YOU?"
It wasn't that long after they started yelling that the two guys appeared.
"What's all the commotion about? Who are you?" Jeremy asked, confused that we were ruining the hunt for buried treasure. But the questions weren't answered because Chelsea, at that moment slapped Jeremy across his face and then fell into his arms and embraced him. I couldn't help, but smile. It was so cute!
But I wasn't there for long. Hearing a "whoosh!" sound, I wasn't on the island at all; nor were my friends. Instead, I was in a metal room. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked puzzled, while Fred and George looked in awe around them, looking like it was Christmas. The rest of us could only guess, but when the doors opened and a man in black walked in, there was no mystery in where we were.
"Oh, man!" Sam cried.