Fighting Someone Else's War

Chapter One

Harry Potter was planning to make his move. He had lost all of his chess pieces to Ron and his pawns, three of them, were his last line of defence before Ron's pieces would overrun them and attack his King. Unwise moves got rid of his pawns and Harry's King was taken in no time. Well you couldn't beat Ron unless you knew his every move and Ron had talent and Harry didn't for Chess.

A few tables over was Hermione Granger working hard on her Transfiguration essay. She only needed three more lines but they seemed so far! She decided to take a break and closed up her book and essay and brought it up to her room. She began to walk up to her dormitory when she heard a crash in the sixth's year room. Hermione dropped her bag and books to the ground and hurried up to her room. She took out her wand and began to open the door…

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Private Ryan Andrews faked his age and got into the army. The black haired, brown-eyed soldier took Ranger training and made it with the Rangers. His fake age was eighteen-years-old but in real life he was two years younger. His parents had died while on their vacation at France and all of his relatives had no idea so he was sent to the orphanage. Refusing to go he decided to fake his age and join the allied force that would soon bring justice to those who have none. He wanted revenge but he also wanted to fix things so some other son or daughter won't end up in his position. So after all of his hard training he was in the fight, his third week in action. They were currently trying to liberate Iraq and hold it until reinforcements arrived. Well they did liberate the country after a few days but rebels attacked and retook a city that forced the U.S Army to call upon the Rangers and take it back. Well they were done but for Ryan, a new situation opened up to him.

Crashing to the floor he stood up and looked around bringing his carbine up. The room was dark and he wasn't sure where he was. Just a few minute ago he was fighting a war, now after being transported by portal of some sort he was in some sort of bedroom. He began to reach for his night vision goggles when he suddenly realised he left it back at the base. 'Shit!' he cursed. He began to walk for the nearest door when he heard a door handle being opened. In alarm he realised that, in a way, he was breaking and entering. Of course he didn't break anything and he didn't mean to enter someone's house.

The young Ranger jumped behind a bed and tried to keep quiet as the door opened. Ryan was sweating under his desert fatigues and his flak vest was making matters much worse. Breathing quietly had become a problem since his thoughts were mixed in confusion and panic.

He could here a voice, a high voice with a British accent, probably a female and probably somewhere in Great Britain. The girl began to say 'Who's there?' continually until he heard a sound of a cat. Thank god they cat was their to save his ass. But just as the heroic cat came to save him it also turned on him.

'You mean someone's behind that bed?' asked the girl.

Great, the cat, his saviour, had just given away his position and now he had nowhere to hide. So in the very short moment options were made: he could shoot her, which seemed less likely, or knock her unconscious and make his escape. Deciding to go with plan b he began to reach for his pistol. He would hit her in the back of the head with the butt of his pistol and make his getaway. Just when things seemed to according to his quick plan, the cat jumped out of nowhere and dug his nails into his legs. His pants were made out of thick material but the claws were sharp enough that it scratched his skin.

Ryan was about to hit the cat away when a head popped over him. The Ranger jumped out his hiding position and lifted his M4 up. He wasn't going to shoot her and his plan failed because his pistol was on the ground. Now what was he going to do? The two didn't talk or made a move at each other. Ryan just stared right on to the girl. She had bushy brown hair and that was all he could make out in the dark. Everything seemed to have stopped again so he figured that he could escape during the time freeze… too bad it never happened.

'HARRY!!!' shouted the girl.

'Oh shit!' Ryan said and pushed the girl aside and ran to the door. Was Harry her father? If so then this 'Harry' would probably try and kill him with his bare hands or shoot him dead with a shotgun. The young Ranger ran out of the bedroom and down the stairs that followed. He could hear voices from the bottom and knew that he would end up having to run and beat his way through a hoard of people… people that probably wanted to kill him. Well that was a chance he was going to take.

Ryan pulled out his last flashbang with a plan on his head. He would toss the flashbang right into middle of the whole group. The loud noise and flash would disorient and confuse the group while making them temporarily blind while he escaped and organised himself.

The sound of the crowd was getting louder and he could see the last step. Pulling the pin from his flashbang he tossed it down and into the crowd. The loud explosion made his ears ring even though he wasn't ten feet near it. He could hear the people scream in pain as their ears were hammered by the deafening sound. Taking his chances Ryan ran right into the group. He was surprised to see that there was no adults around. The people around him looked about eleven to eighteen years of age.

The soldier pushed people aside as he made his way through. Just to make sure no one tried to stop him he shot bullets into ceiling from his M4 to scatter the people even more. He learned the useful tactic during his second mission. It was best to try and confuse your enemy as much as you can. Ryan didn't like to kill people so he tried to take them prisoner as often as he can. However he learned on his fifth mission that some people didn't want to be a prisoner and rather died than be captured. So then he had to kill the enemy before he too got killed.

Rushing through the crowd he saw the back of a portrait for a door. He opened the portrait/door and rushed outside. A hallway and paintings all around and, to his amazement, he saw the figures in the paintings move. Maybe he was hallucinating? Well he just warped to another world so anything could happen now.

Ryan ran as fast as he could until he reached an intersection of hallways. Which way should he take? The noise of the angry mob was escalating and he was sure that if they captured him, well too bad for the soldier. If worse came to worse he would resort to violence but for now he would have to keep the angry mob at bay. Deciding to keep going straight he ran. The voices began to fade just as he made the clear. 'Good. Now time to think.'

It suddenly hit him that he was inside a very large mansion or castle. The walls were stone and the ground was paved by shiny marble stones. Looking out the window he saw an ocean, no wait, it was a forest. An ocean of trees being loomed over by the full moon. Well he didn't want to be loomed over by angry faces so he ran some more, running to nowhere. Ryan didn't have the slightest clue on which direction he was going as every hallway looked the same. Ranger training didn't train him for a situation like this. Here he was, stuck in a castle with an angry group of people on his tail.

Ryan took a left turn and was running when he suddenly felt numb. He stopped moving and his world around him suddenly began to spin. He was getting dizzy, how he didn't know, and fell forward on the ground. He crumpled for some freak reason after something had slapped him on the back with a force that matched a fat hammer. Suddenly the dark hallway became a pitch black.

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Author's Note: Chapter 2 coming soon… just give me some time.