Fauns, Centaurs and Veela

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Right, I've finally written another chapter! Here we will gather most of the others and find out what happened to the rest…

I know where they are! They got…*gets knocked out by Aimie*

All praise me now!

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It was 4:00pm back in normal England, and Harri and Emily were getting extremely annoyed.

"That's it, I'm gonna ring them." Emily took out her phone, and dialed in the number of Vicky's mobile. They waited, trying to ignore the annoyed looks they were getting from the cleaning staff.

A message flashed up. This number does not exist. Please re-dial to check validity.

Frowning, she re-dialed. Again, the number was not recognized. It didn't make sense. That number had worked perfectly before they had their languages lesson…

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Deejay was now feeling distinctly sick. It was his own fault, of course, as he had been swinging backwards and forwards to relieve the boredom. The blood had all rushed to his head, and it was getting difficult to see. He was just starting to panic when he felt the rope around his ankles loosen, and he floated to the ground. Through the haze, he could make out eight…no, four faces above him, one looking curious, and the others looking amused.

One waved a hand in front of his face. "Morning Deejay, this is your wake-up call!"

He groaned as the haze disappeared. "Shut up Manda!"

He grimaced as she helped him up. "What the hell happened? This place looks like something out of Harry Potter! What did we do, get stuck in Vicky's head or something?"

Vicky looked extremely insulted. "Don't be thick!"

He rolled his eyes. "Ok, ok, that's stupid I guess. Sorry Vicky."

She sniffed. "Should think so too. It's Aimie's head."

"Technically not." Defended the accused. "This is a real place, not my head, but it is my imagination, and…" She paused to smile smugly. "..my supernatural powers which got us here."

Deejay groaned in anguish and despair. "Oh no!"

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Firenze pawed the ground nervously. "Harry Potter, you should not be here. You know very well the forest is not safe."

Harry nodded. "I know. But the boy who you found – in fact all his friends except that girl over there are muggles, pretty much. They wouldn't last long on their own without magic. Even Aimie – she's the one who has magic – she doesn't know much about using it. We had to go with her."

The centaur frowned. "Her magic is not the same as yours, or ours. She knows more than she is telling you, so be careful."

"So I shouldn't trust her?"

"No, trust her. But be careful to keep out of her way. She might hurt you – or herself - by accident, if not on purpose."

Oh, great. Thought Harry.

"We don't even know where exactly she came from." Hermione was saying thoughtfully. "I just trusted her because Dumbledore seemed to."

"And I did because you did. The same for Ron, I guess." He looked over at Ron, who was with the others, and helping Deejay to stand up. "Weird. We are very trusting people. Suspicion really doesn't seem like our strong point, does it?"

"No, Harry Potter. You are still children, and therefore have faith in the inherent goodness of people."

Harry was slightly confused. "Which means…?"

Firenze smiled. "You will find out. Good luck! Go quickly, darkness approaches."

They ran over to the others. "Come on." Said Harry. "We have to go now. Firenze said it's getting dark."

"Ok." Said Aimie, closing her eyes. "…That way, quite a way off, lets go."

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Mr Bathurst was extremely confused. This was not a new experience for him, as the collective sense of humour of his year ten latin group, often left him completely in the dark. He remembered telling them that as there was only one pupil in his lower sixth class, he had to go one-on-one with them in specially organised classes. For some reason, they had found this hilarious.

You would think that having taught at the school for forty years would entitle him to a little respect. They were nice enough children, but did not have any respect at all for their elders. None at all. So odd.

But this was really confusing. After a blaze of purple light, he had been apprehended by a group of people all wearing masks, and black dresses.

And then there was that man with the glowing red eyes…..

*Ominous music plays*

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It was nearly completely dark by the time Aimie announced they were nearly there. Everyone was extremely edgy, especially those who knew what was in the forbidden forest. (So, everyone except Deejay, who was an extremely slow reader, and wasn't yet though book one)

"All the others are here. That'll save us some time. John, David, James…ah. No Mr. Bathurst, people, sorry. We'll have to find him at some point." There was general groaning, as everyone had very sore feet by now.

"Like I say, sorry. Can we all look around, please, but I'm not going to tell you to split up, or I'll sound like someone out of a bad horror movie."

Heeding this excellent advice, they went into one group of three and one of four. Deejay, Manda, and Harry joined up, and Vicky, Hermione and Aimie went in the other.

Harry's group went left, where they saw a faint glow coming from a clearing. "Stay here." Said Harry. "I'll go and have a look."

"No you won't." Replied Deejay. "You remember Aimie making that reference to bad horror movies? Well, this is what always happens. They split up, and wander around on their own, usually walking backwards. You're making the same mistake the girl in the tight top always does."

Harry rolled his eyes. "So we do what?"

Manda gave him a patient look. "What we always do. When a problem presents itself, delegate. AIMIE! VICKY!"

The other group came running. "Will you keep your voice down!" Vicky hissed. "Do you really want to have to deal with a gang of acromantulas? A few werewolves? Perhaps just a basilisk would be good enough for you."

Manda looked scared. "Sorry Vicky." She whispered.

"What's an acromantula? Asked Deejay.

"Shut up!" Said everyone else.

"Ok, lets all go together, shall we?" Said Aimie slowly, as though she were talking to a group of toddlers.

"…and then we'll all sit down for our milk and cookies!" Finished Vicky. Aimie gave her a look, and beckoned for everyone to follow her. (The Latin class look is famous for its incredible withering power, and consists of the person utilizing the look staring at the recipient with absolutely no expression until the person either looks away or collapses into shrieking, terrified hysteria, and begs forgiveness. A powerful weapon)

They all crept forward into the light, where they saw three boys, surrounded by a group of stunning blondes, all speaking very fast in French.

"Oh god, it's the French tart brigade…" Aimie muttered. "Looks like we'll have to drag those three away."

"Do you know how to fight veela?" Asked Hermione.

"No, but we've encountered this type of girl before." Replied Manda.

"What do you do?"

She looked faintly worried. "Well…usually we round up a few friends and challenge them to a few rounds of laser-quest. Which we would thrash them at, but I don't really think that's an option."

They watched Aimie and Vicky moving towards the group.

"So what do you reckon they're going to do?"

Manda shook her head. "I have no idea."

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Oooooh! Scary situations abound…. Will Aimz and Vix be able to rescue the boys from the FTB? Is Mr. B really in for it this time? How irritated will Harri and Emily get with us before they decide to give up and go home?

Don't ask me.

I wasn't. They were hypothetical questions.

Yeah, I know, I'm just trying to irritate you. You know, we should have a little romance story going on in this.

Vicky, for the last time, no, you can't have Harry. None of us can have Harry. Leave the boy alone. But you have a point. Ok, if anyone can think of any ships for this story, do let us know!

Try and put me in them please! If I can't have Harry, I need someone…

Oh, please. Don't be tragic, being single isn't so bad.

Well, I suppose you would be the expert there…*ducks*