Guys? Where are we?- Charlie Pace (Lost)


"Score!" Ginny yelled, laughing like a maniac when Ron swore. Harry, Her, and Bill were on one team, Fred, George, and Ron were on the other. Right now Harry's team was unashamedly whooping Ron's team. Fred and George were making goals, but Ron was missing and none of them could get the snitch. (All though Harry did still have the fastest broom, so it was a little unmatched on that side as well.)

"That shouldn't count, she shoved me!" Ron exclaimed glairing over at me. I shook my head no at him and frowned right back. I wouldn't have given him that call even if I hadn't been mad at him.

He had the quaffle in his hand and he tossed it angrily at me to grab it back. Unfortunately I hadn't expected the move and it knocked me off my broom. We were several hundred feet in the air, and I had mere seconds before I'd hit the ground. A scream left my lips as I fell and I couldn't breathe, couldn't think as the ground drew nearer to me. I was going to hit it, and there was no way I'd survive the hit. I closed my eyes right before I hit the ground, and my sides exploded in pain as three objects hit me. I jerked my eyes open in time to see a flash of red, black, and then green before I shut them again. A headache like none I had ever had before hit me, and I felt myself start to fade away. I heard a distant scream, and an evil laugh, and then I knew no more.

-oOOo-

"What the bloody hell just happened?" Fred's voice echoed in my ear and drew me out of the peaceful darkness. I became aware of the feel of warm grass beneath my body, and the smell of a forest. A breeze blew across my body, leaving me cool. It would have been rather pleasant if I wasn't in such incredible, all consuming pain.

My head was throbbing, my arms felt like they were on fire, my chest felt like a hippogriff had sat on it, and my legs were numb. What one earth had just happen to me, and why? I lay down quietly for a moment, trying to even my breathing before I forced my eyes open.

"I don't know, but I don't want to repeat it." George answered Fred, his voice slightly raspier than his twins.

I was lying in some sort of a forest. There were tree branches over my head, and a few rays of light were showing from them. Judging by how dim it was, it was getting near dusk, or dawn. I took another deep breath and pushed myself up. My arms were still on fire and my lungs still hurt, but my headache was lessening. I took another deep breath and looked around. Fred and George were pushing themselves up to my right, both looking winded but with no obvious injuries. I turned my head to the left and sucked in a painful breath, Harry was lying next to me, still unconscious, and with a gash across his cheek.

"'Moine? You okay?" Fred and George both asked behind me. I nodded my head, reaching over to gently touch Harry. He stirred beneath my touch, blinking his green eyes up at me. He pushed himself up slowly, sucking in a deep breath as he did so. Fred and George scooted closer to us, equally worried looks on their faces. My head was clearing up remarkably quickly, and my arms were returning to normal. I also wasn't having trouble breathing anymore, all my pain seemed to be fading away actually.

"Where are we?" Harry asked quietly, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I have no idea." I replied, glancing at Fred and George.

"Last thing I remember was flying towards you, trying to catch you. I think we three ended up ramming into you. You guys remember anything else?"

"A laugh." I answered softly, my voice quivering.

"You mean you heard it?" Fred asked. I looked over at him slightly surprised.

"Yes, you too I take it." I questioned. He swallowed and nodded his head, his eyes widening.

"Yeah, it was creepy."

"I heard it too, right after I hit you. Sorry about that as well."

"Are you all feeling all right?" I asked, wondering if I was the only one who felt that way when I woke up.

"Yeah, like Grawp sat on me." George said, rotating his neck as though it was stiff.

"What happened?" Harry asked, though he didn't look like he was really asking. He looked like he was asking himself.

"What about the others?" Fred asked, his voice growing worried. "What if they're hurt?"

"I think they're probably fine, I think we're the ones in trouble right now." I said, touching his arm comfortingly. He gave a small thankful smile, glancing at George.

"Okay, so we all woke up in pain, we have no idea where we are, except that it's some forest, and it's getting darker so we've been out for a while." Harry summarized, looking around the forest with narrowed eyes. I had already looked around as well, I had no idea where we were. Which was extremely odd, we'd been in every single forest in England during the hunt. I had never been here, we had never been here.

Harry put his hands on either side of himself and leaned forward, pushing himself up and then standing. He dusted off his pants and look down at us. We pushed ourselves up as well, joining him.

"I say we search the forest and see just where we are." His eyes grew wide and then he reached behind himself frantically. A look of profound relief washed across his face. He pulled his wand out from his back pocket and I almost let out an exclamation of joy. I hadn't thought about our wands. Fred, George, and I all reached for our back pockets and pulled out our own wands, equal looks of relief on our faces.

"Thank Merlin." I breathed out, tapping my wand lightly against my palm.

"Okay, so should we just apparate back to the burrow?" Harry asked, a worried frown on his face. I agreed, it seemed far too easy.

"I think so, we should all apparate to the oak tree in the front yard. That way, if something is wrong, we'll all be together at least." Fred and George frowned slightly, but they nodded their heads. We all gripped our wands and I closed my eyes before twisting into the air. I felt the uncomfortable sensation of apparition, and then I landed on soft grass. I opened my eyes at the same moment I heard three other cracks.

We were still in the woods.

"What?" I started, looking around in shock.

"Did we even dissapparate? George asked, craning his neck around to look at the woods.

"We moved about 100 meters." Harry said, staring at the trees in front of us.

"So you mean to tell me this is the Burrow?" Fred asked incredulously.

"I think it was." He said quietly.

"Was?" Fred and George both asked at the same time, their normally jovial voices sharp.

"What are the chances that we would all apparate to the exact same place when we were aiming for the Burrow?" Harry asked, glancing over at Fred and George before looking back at me.

"I think we should try Diagon Alley." I said, stepping forward and holding my wand up.

"But what about the Burrow?" Fred asked, frowning at me.

"I think we need to figure out what's going on." I said feeling worried. I really had no idea what was going on, and that scared me more than anything else. I usually at least had an inkling, but I was truly at a loss.

We tried Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and Hogwarts, and every single one of them was nearly the same. Diagon Alley was a forest, Hogsmeade a frozen mountain, and Hogwarts and empty field. It was like everything had disappeared. We apparated back to the spot the Burrow was supposed to have been after we failed at Hogwarts.

"Now what?" Fred asked when we reappeared.

Harry raised his wand and began to walk in a circle around us, mumbling words that sent a chill down my back at just how familiar they were.

"Cave Inimicum, Muffliato, Protego Totalum, Protego Horribilis, Salvio Hexia" They were the spells we had used to protect ourselves during the Horcrux hunt. After he murmured the last spell he moved back over to us. It had grown very dark by now, and the woods were much eerier in the moonlight. I shivered in the cool night air and scooted closer to Harry. We had formed a circle almost without thought, all of us leaning in towards each other. None of us were wearing anything more than a t-shirt and jeans, and I was beginning to wish that I had been wearing a sweater despite how warm it had been at the Burrow.

"Do we have anything to make a camp with?" Harry asked. I nodded my head excitedly, I could help with that.

"Yes, I can transfigure something."

"Good, I think we should set up a camp and try to stay warm, it's getting really cold. Tomorrow we're leaving these woods. I'm not sure what's going on, but I think we need to stay together until we do know."

"Alright, Harry."

-oOOo-

We set up a camp site fairly quickly. Fred and George set up a fire and Harry helped me transfigure a tent. It was big enough to fit three people, which was perfect. We would keep a watch through the night, just to be safe. George volunteered to take the first one, I'd take the next, Fred would relieve me, and then Harry would take the last watch. Unsurprisingly none of us were even slightly hungry, so we all just went to bed.

"Hermione," a soft voice whispered in my ear, causing me to jump slightly when I also felt a hand on my arm. My eyes shot open and I sat up, knocking my cover off as I whipped my wand up. George was kneeling in front of me, his eyes wide and an undisguised smile on his face. "A little jumpy there, 'Mione?" He asked, his voice laced with mirth. A blush lit my cheeks which I did my best to brush off by rolling my eyes.

"Nope, just alert." I said coyly. Honestly, I was jumpy. I think I was still hard wired for the war, I'd been on the run for so long I didn't know how to relax. It didn't seem like anyone else was really having that problem either. Even Harry was always cool and collected, and he'd been the one everyone was chasing.

"It's your turn for the watch," George whispered, glancing out the tent flap. "Don't forget to wake Fred for the next one." He paused for a moment and studied me. "You can tell the difference between us, right?"

"Of course, George." I whispered back, rolling my eyes once again. "I could tell the difference since my first year."

"Just making sure you hadn't lost the ability during the separation." He said, smiling before he climbed over me and settled down next to Fred. A small grin tugged my lips up as I looked at them. Fred and Harry were both fast asleep. Harry was on his side, curled up in a little ball like he always slept. The only real difference was his face, it wasn't scrunched up like it used to be, ever since the battle at Hogwarts he looked peaceful when he slept. He no longer had the nightmares that used to plague him.

Fred slept on his side, probably because he was used to sharing a bed with George, but he had his arms crossed like he was holding something in his arms. They were both smiling, a peaceful, wistful look on their sleeping faces. With one last glance at the sleeping guys I climbed out of the tent and lowered myself on to the log we'd set up outside the tent. It was about 1 am, my watch would be over at 3. That left me with two hours to sit outside and figure out what the heck had happened.