Harry blinked. His mind was trying to process what had just happened. One minute he's dancing, drinking and over all enjoying Luna's most peculiar wedding, if the Hippogriff, half Giant, and her dress were any indication of that, with all of his friends and the next thing he's aware of he's laying on his back staring at the sudden overcasted night sky. Harry blinked again, something was moving towards him. On Insticent, Harry rolled, a curse had hit where he's just been. Grabbing his wand Harry pointed it at his attacker. It was the Dark Wizard who had interrupted Luna's wedding. The Wizard dodged Harry's attack before disappearing away, his plan was clearly disrupted. Harry slowly got to his feet and looked around. His suit was steaming from the residual magic of whatever spell brought him here. He let his eyes scan the area. He was in a street, not in the meadow where the party was. The writing on a nearby building suggested he wasn't even in England anymore. Something moved out of the corner of his eye. Harry pointed his wand again, only to lower it a moment later. It was Luna, struggling to stand thanks to her rainbow and spangle unique dress.

"Luna!"

Harry ran over to her to help her up. Her dress was also steaming from the magic, but it was quickly fading. Her Unicorn horn tiara was thrown from her head and lying nearby on the ground, chipped but relatively intact. He grabbed her hand and helped her get to her feet.

"Thank you Harry." Luna said. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Luna. What about you?"

"I'm quite alright, Harry."

The wismy blonde looked around.

"Although I wonder how we got to France."

"France?"

Harry looked around again. It was indeed France. Harry recognized the french spellings on the nearby buildings.

"How…" Harry was about to continue when he realized.

"Luna! Your Wedding! I'm so sorry."

A crack sounded.

"I didn't mean for this to happen Luna! I ruined you-"

"Harry!" Luna stopped him. "We have a friend."

Harry turned around, wand tightly held at the ready. Luna also had her wand out but was more loosely held. A lady was walking toward them. Harry spotted a wand. A witch. She had a long dark blue coat, short black hair in an almost bob cut, and she looked upset.

"You!" She said, not exactly shouting, but not really talking. "Are you responsible for that surge of magic!"

Harry was prepared for her to start yelling at them in french, not english. He was caught a little off guard. Her accent wasn't french, Harry couldn't quite place it.

"Answer the question!" The lady demanded, stepping closer.

Harry took a step back, putting right next to Luna, to keep the small distance between them. Luna had a look on her face, Harry had come to aquinct it with her thinking face.

"Ma'am." Luna spoke in her soft manner, drawing the lady's attention.

Harry could see in her eyes that her mind was connecting something. The witch took in Luna, she made a face at the dress and her eyes focused on Luna's wand for a split moment, before making eye-contact.

"Can you explain what happened?"

The question seemed to have been caught off guard as well, like most people who meet Luna for the first time.

"You mean you don't know?"

"No, I wouldn't say that." Luna said, keeping a relaxed form. "But we would like to know your view on the matter."

"I'm really not in the mood for this." Harry heard the witch mumble.

"That makes two of us." Harry mumbled.

The witch put her attention back on him. She looked at him weirdly, like she was almost studying him.

"Look, Mr…" Harry didn't offer his name, not wanting to be recognized. "All I know is I had just helped save Paris and an explosion of magic happened, we saw lights fly out of and land all around the city. My team split up to investigate."

"Lights?" Harry asked.

"Yes. I counted seven total. Seven total big balls of light."

Harry racked his brain, he didn't have a brief sense of falling but didn't remember feeling impact. Seven. There had been seven people standing near him when this had happened. He was dancing with Luna, and of course the Wizard who attacked them. The other, Ron, and Hermione were dancing next to them so they were most likely here. That made 5 so two more.

"You said seven." Harry said. "Where did the other 4 land?"

The witch seemed to relax at the hope to get answers, but Harry can tell she was on guard.

"Well, three landed here and I found you two, so…"

She looked around, as if trying to find a third person.
"Ran off." Harry told her.

She stiffened when Harry told her.

"Two went to the far east end of the city, my friends should be checking that out, one landed a few blocks from here, and the last one is on the northern side."

Harry nodded. At least he had locations of his friends.

"Anything else?" Luna asked.

"One of the lights were green and a bit bigger than the others? If that might help."

"Oh no." Harry said, his hand finding his face.

He realized that there is possibly a startles, very proud, and very wary of stranger Hippogriff loose in the area,

"Where did that one land?" Harry asked

"Why?" The witch asked defesly. "How about you answer some of my questions now?"

"Fine." Harry said shortly. "My name is Harry, this is Luna, the last thing I remember was being attacked during her wedding and finding myself here."

Harry's mood was growing worse by the minute, he just wanted to find his friends.

"Harry."

Luna's voice reminded him to not get testy.

"Look Ma'am, I just want to find my friends, and the wizard who attacked me so I can arrest him."

The witch looked a little surprised.

"You're an Auror?" She asked.

"Yes?"

Before the conversation, slash interrogation, could carry one a very loud screech sounded. It echoed off the empty streets.

"What." The witch started. "Was that?"

"That would be the green light." Harry answered.

The sound of hooves was heard and growing closer. Buckbeak tore around the corner, wings flapping, and eyes wide. Harry acted and jumped right into Buckbeak's path, Luna right behind him.

"Are you insane, get out of the way!" The witch yelled, moving farther to the side.

Harry spotted 3 people apparition after Buckbeak, chasing him. One stopped for a moment and Harry heard a crack sound next to him. It was Nevil.

"Hey, Harry." Nevil greeted, "Think you can help?"

Harry ignored him, he focused on Buckbeak. The Hippogriff, although moving quickly, was still a ways away. Harry wondered why he wasn't flying. He was closer now, Harry stepped forward. Buckbeak saw him, but didn't stop.

"Back away!" Harry told his two friends.

Harry Braced. Buckbeak was right on him. Harry lifted his arms and shouted. Buckbeak reared and clawed the air. Harry was smart enough to back up, making sure to block with his arms in case his talons struck home. The grey Hippogriff circled back only to be stopped by the two wizards chasing him. Harry moved into Buckbeak's field of vision. The Hippogriff focused on him.

"Please tell me your friend knows what he's doing." Harry heard the witch ask.

Harry didn't listen for an answer. Buckbeak pawed the cobblestone, his eyes locking with Harry's. Buckbeak flared his wings. Harry didn't waver. He held up his hands and took a step back. Keeping his eyes locked, Harry slowly lowered himself to a bow. Buckbeak flapped his wings and reared up, letting out another screech. One much quieter than the last. Harry didn't move, didn't flinch, and didn't break eye contact.

"Back up!" Harry heard someone say.

Harry Ignored them. Buckbeak settled back on all four, he was settling down. Harry straightened himself as well and took a step toward Buckbeak, judging his reaction. The Hippogriff flapped his wings lightly, and took a step forward as well. A moment passed before he trotted up to Harry, brushing his beak against Harry's shoulder. Harry conjured a rope, which he fastened into a lead for his beast. Harry patted the Hippogriff's side.

"Amazing." Harry heard one of the strangers say.

Harry looked at Buckbeak's wings. The Hippogriff had a gash on one of them, the reason he didn't fly.

"Harry."

"Hey, Nevil." Harry greeted.

"We need to talk, um, I think we might be in over our heads." Nevil said nervously, glancing around him, keeping his voice quiet. Luna next to him.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

Buckbeak, squaked and tensed, flapping his wings and moving a bit behind Harry and his friends. One of the strangers came closer. He was wearing a grey long coat, and had messy curls. His blue eyes stared in wonder at Buckbeak.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, ready to get some names.

"Err, Harry." Nevil said. "This is Newt Scamander."

Harry looked at the man again.

"Oh."