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A/N: As promised, chapters 3 & 4. Enjoy!
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the courtyard. The sun was setting on the day and their time was running short before curfew. And after the thunderous news of Hogsmeade being banned, they needed a new plan. They sat in silence for what seemed like ages. Eventually they would exchange glances and go back to whatever they were fiddling with. Hermione with her Charms book, Ron with a twig and the dirt, and Harry cleaning his glasses. He wasn't sure if it were a scratch or ink.
Sometimes, one of them would look off into the distance at the station of Hogsmeade, without success.
"Does anybody have any ideas?" Harry finally said, breaking the silence.
"We could always use your Invisibil-" Ron was cut off when Hermione put her book down.
"No, we won't," Hermione said. "If we were caught, we would all be banned from Hogsmeade, Ron, you wouldn't be able to do Quidditch if you were chosen as Keeper, and Harry… you might even be expelled."
Harry and Ron sighed simultaneously.
"What about the Marauder's Map?" Ron suggested.
Hermione darted bullets.
"Then, how do you suppose we do it, Hermione?" Ron asked. She simply shrugged.
"I haven't got a plan just yet. Formulating it, as you two are."
"Well, the Marauder's Map has pathways that we could..." Harry cut off.
He put his glasses back on. He looked out into the distance again. He perked his head up from the slump it was, having the two take notice.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
They all saw the figure heading their way. He did not have the look of familiarity that everyone else did. He wasn't a teacher, too old to be a student.
"D'you suppose he's from the Ministry?" asked Ron.
They all watched as he made his way toward them, almost in darkness by then. The sun was setting, and the only thing that really stood out was his pale skin. The three wizards exchanged glances again before rising out of their seats, taking notice to where each of their wands were.
The man simply walked past them, not acknowledging their presence.
"Excuse me!" Harry jumped to his feet, feeling Hermione's hand brush on his shoulder as if she was trying to hold him back. "Excuse me, sir! Did you just come back from Hogsmeade?"
"Yes," the man said, coolly. He stopped and beamed down at the spectacled boy.
"Are you with the Ministry? Could you tell us what's happened?"
The man adjusted his jacket. "No, I cannot." Frankly, having fallen from the sky and onto the grounds of an out skirted village besides a vast Kingdom was a little hard to explain.
Harry paused. "Well, then… if you're not from the Ministry then-"
Hermione interrupted once more. "Hang on, you look familiar." She walked briskly to accompany Harry, followed by Ron.
"My dear girl," the man started. "I can assure you we have never met before."
Hermione nodded, but Harry noticed she continued to search through her numerous facts in her brain searching for an answer.
"Now, could you three tell me what Kingdom this is?"
"What?" said Ron.
"This isn't a Kingdom. How do you not know -" it was Hermione's turn to be interrupted by Harry.
"This is our school, Hogwarts. Who are you?"
"Harry," Ron whispered, egging both of them to step farther away out of earshot of the man. "What if he was the one that… y'know, apparated onto the grounds? They did say he fell from the sky."
"Well, what do we do?"
"If he is, we must make sure he's him," Harry said. "That is, if the event actually happened AND he is on our side. We should take him to Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore has been ignoring you all year, Harry. You've been complaining about that since the start of term. Don't you think that even with an event such as this should be taken to the Ministry?" Hermione added.
"No, I am not taking him to Umbridge. I refuse to see that woman on any circumstances other than detention and class," he said, revealing the 'I must not tell lies' that the two of them has seen plenty of times before.
"Understandable."
"Let's take him to Dumbledore. He'll know what to do," he said, when they all turned to see that the man in question was gone.
A/N: Loki! Loki, damn it! Where are you going? I have a story to write! Uuuugggghhhh...