Neville had only been under water for a few seconds before he saw a shape swimming towards him. It turned out to be a girl with weird markings on her face. She swam right up to him and gestured to the surface. When he just floated there she rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, tugging him upwards.

Curious, he started to swim as well. She smiled at him and let go so he could use both arms.

They reached the surface and she simply watched as Neville breathed deeply.

"We're going to save your friends." She said as Neville regained his composure.

He was surprised, but figured he shouldn't have been. Why else would she be out here in... this... storm...

For the first time Neville noticed the waters were calm, and the skies clear. "What-?" He started but was cut off by the girl.

"I'll explain later. For now I've got work to do. Stay here." With that last command she dove back under, leaving a confused, but obedient, Neville behind.

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Luna swam across the sea floor, looking for seashells to put in her hair. Her white mane trailed behind her, seaweed already threaded through the pale strands. Eventually she sat and made a crown out of coral, seashells, and seaweed.

Luna turned to face the girl that swam up behind her and placed the crown upon her head, braiding seaweed and hair to keep it in place. The girl raised an eyebrow, but just shrugged and swam with Luna to the surface. Luna wasn't surprised to find Neville there treading water. They both looked at the girl.

"Alright," She started in a 'listen up' voice. "You see that light over there?" She pointed to shore. "That's where I setup camp. You two are going to swim to shore. When you reach shore your going to take off those soaking wet clothes before you freeze to death. There is a fire and some fur blankets, so there's no excuse for not drying off. Got it?"

They nodded, slightly bewildered (at least Neville was) and started for shore.

"Oh! And if one of yall starts sinkin', holler at me, K? K." She dove under again.

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Harry sank further into the darkness. It was so peaceful, once you got used to the cold. Was this death? He thought distantly. Must be, nothing is this peaceful.

A slender arm wrapped around his chest like a band of steal. A warm body brushed against his back as it propelled them both upwards, the shape was definitely female. 'An Angel?' Harry thought confusedly. He had killed, many times in cold blood. There is no place for him in heaven, if there is such a place. The movement stopped for a moment, then continued in a different direction, an upwards slant, instead of straight up.

Harry looked around and spotted Draco, floating lifelessly in their path. The girl reached out and wrapped her other arm around Draco's chest as well. He got a glimpse of her hand and was shocked to see that instead of nails she had claws. He tried to get a look at her face but her black hair swirled around her upper body, preventing him from seeing any part of her.

He looked up again just in time to see the surface before they were surrounded by air. He spit up quite a bit of water as he convulsed with coughs, but he heard no noise form Draco.

Harry tried to swim to the other side of the girl (who was puling them to shore) so he could take a look at Draco, but her grip was frightening in its strength. She had either under gone a ritual or was not human Harry decided after struggling all the way to shore. She didn't even seem to notice!

Holding Harry forcibly still is by no means an easy feat. While he wasn't as tall as Ron or as muscular as Neville, he was no longer the scrawny short kid. He was about 6' maybe 6'1" (he hasn't had a chance to check) compared to Ron (6'5"... ish) he was short, but for average he was semi-tall. He wasn't quite as 'built' as Neville but could hold his own in a fist fight.

Harry was snapped out of his musings by the girl pulling them onto shore. Her grip shifted and she flipped them onto her slender shoulders, so their feet won't drag on the ground. Her small hands under their knees was the only thing holding them up.

She set them both down next to the others at the camp. Harry called out in a hoarse voice, "Draco...!" trying to rouse him. Draco did not show any signs of life. The girl was kneeling down next to Draco. She reached out and felt his neck.

"Shit." She muttered under her breath. She picked up his wrist to feel for a pulse there. For a moment every one waited with baited breath, eager to see if death had separated them after all. The Not-Quite-Human girl exhaled sharply then positioned her hands on the front of Draco's sopping wet clothes. 1, 2, 3, times she pumped his chest then leaned towards his face and plugged his nose, blowing into his mouth.

She repeated the process six times, with no results. Harry turned away, sure of his friends demise. Then he heard the most wonderful sound known to man-kind.

Retching.

Draco was coughing up all the sea water (and other things he may have swallowed)! Harry spun back to look, to be sure that his ears had not deceived him. Draco was sitting up halfway, with the assistance of the girl, and retching into the sand beside him.

Harry's face split into a wide grin and he let out a small laugh.

After they were all situated and bundled up, the girl started to explain.

"Ok," She paused. "No, wait. Ummm," She scrunched up her brow. "Oh, right!" Her finger was extended in the air as if she was saying 'Ah-ha!' Her finger curled back into her hand as she deflated. "No, no. That won't make sense..." She muttered to herself. She looked up to see them all staring at her. "I don't know where to start." She mumbled, looking very much like a small child.

"How about the beginning?" Hermione said gently.

The girl nodded and took a deep breath. "Ok. Basically, the world needs you." She looked at them seriously. "You all have the power to make a difference, you just need to be given the chance. What I've done is give you the chance you never had." All she got was multiple blank looks.

She sighed. "At the moment I have taken up the Defense Against the Dark Arts position at Hogwarts. I can pull some strings and get you in as either students or professors."

"What are you talking about?!" Ron yelled out before the others could speak. "Hogwarts fell two years ago!"

The girl smirked. "Actually, Hogwarts will fall in roughly 20 years." Mass confusion.

"What?" Neville asked.

"Welcome to the year 1977."