A/N- This is what' all happening to Harry, just so you know.

Chapter 2

After the darkness, Harry found himself facing a bright light and a terrible headache. A plump, short woman was examining him. Harry realized his shirt was off and the woman was proceeding to his pants. In a frantic movement, Harry pushed her hand away, stood up on the table he was lying on, and buckled his belt again.

"What are you doing?"

"I was merely examining you young man." The women spoke English with an Australian accent. "I was just going to put you in a gown. Normally patients do not wake up so soon after they've been sent here. It usually takes a few more hours."

"And where is here exactly?" Harry asked, his eyes darting all around the room. There were no windows. The walls were all painted a dull, boring shade of yellow that reminded him of a hospital. The table he'd been laying on was of cold steel.

"Well, since you're up and about, you can put this on yourself. You'll be able to join the Community later on, after they've checked you over." She handed Harry a dull teal down and turned to leave.

"Ma'm, you didn't answer my question. Where are we?" However, the women just continued out the door and closed it, and Harry heard a click when she left that made him sure if was locked.

Neatly folded at the end of the table were his shirt and cloak. Harry felt around his cloak for his wand, but it wasn't there. Admitting defeat while he was still in this small room, Harry removed his pants, left on his boxers, and then slid the medical gown over his head. He was just beginning to feel cold when someone knocked on the door, and entered with out answer.

It was a man. He looked to be in his mid thirty's, with thing hair and an early bald spot beginning to show on his head. He was skinny and had a stern face that looked as if at one time it was always laughing. His skin had a look that meant it was supposed to be darker, but being out of the sun for so long had turned it a pale, sickly color.

"My name is Healer Fertew. I'll just be making sure you're alright from coming here."

"But where are we?"

"Open your mouth."

"But-"

Harry never got the words out a second time. A popsicale stick like object was keeping his tongue out of the way while the Healer checked his throat. He removed the piece of wood, and moved to his ears. Harry was surprised to see he was using Muggle methods of check him over. If he was a Healer, and not a doctor, why couldn't he just use his wand?

"How come-"

"Take three deep breaths and release them slowly."

"But why-"

"I'm just going to listen to your heart."

Harry did as he was told and tolerated the ice-cold stethoscope against his chest and back.

When the Healer pulled away, he seemed satisfied. "No damage seems to have been done on the trip here. A nurse will be by shortly, go ahead and get dressed. You will learn the answers to all your questions after the nurse has released you into the Community."

Harry stared blankly at the Healer. Ever word he had said seemed memorized, and like it had been said a thousand times before.

As soon as the door shut and Harry once again heard it being locked from the outside, he threw the gown off and dressed in his pants and shirt, holding his cloak folded, unknown whether these people were magical or not.

About ten minutes later, the same plump women from before led him from the room into a hallway. It was long and narrow. The carpet was a dull shade of blue, but the walls were an almost blinding white, as if they'd been scrubbed. After about a 3-minute walk, they were in front of a door labeled, "Counselor". "You'll get everything you want to know in here." The women said, before banging her knuckles hard against the wooden door.

A few moments later, a tall woman who looked to be in her fifties opened the door with a smile.

"Hello Harry. Please come in. Thank you for bringing his, Bernice."

As Bernice left, Harry entered the room. If was like everything else in this building. Dull. Even the wooden desk that looked like it had been glazed to perfection held no beauty.

"Please, sit down." She said, pointing to one of three chairs in the front of her desk. Harry chose the closest one to him and hunched over. He was so confused. He just wanted to know what was going on!

"Well, Harry, I'm sure you have lots of questions."

"Yeah, I do." He said is a somewhat snobbish manor. "Where am I? How did I get here? Where's my wand? How can I get-"

"Shh! Calm down! I want to help you, but we need to take it one question at a time."

"Fine." Harry said, desperately trying to control his temper which was already heated by the lack of not knowing anything.

"Alright, your first questioning, 'Where am I?' I guess that has to be summed up like this; for some reason you have been sent to this place, or as we call it, the 'Community'. None of us know how we got here. All we know is that we all want to get back to the life we've left behind. No one knows how, so we all just listen to what the Ar say. The Ar is the group of people that rule us. They tell us what to do so that we can live peacefully until a time comes, if it does, so that we pass back into our old lives. Does that answer your question?"

"Sort of. So you have no idea where here is?"

"No, nobody does. Now, what is your next question?"

"Well, since you already answered my second one, where's my wand? I know everyone here is magic; the Healer wasn't called a doctor. But they used Muggle means to look at me…"

"Magic does not work where we are. Everyone in the Community is magic, but no one had their wand when they came here, and no one has been able to produce any magic."

"Ok, that works. And you already said you don't know how to get back but… Are you sure no one has ever gotten back?"

"There are, suspicions, about how to get back. No one knows for sure how to though. If anyone has gotten back, they haven't returned to tell us how to get back as well. For now, I suggest you just try to settle into the Community. Try to relax before trying to get back."

"One more question. How long have you been here?"

The counselor was silent and began watching her thumbs as she twiddled with them.

"I think it's best you leave now. A young man by the name of Rob will be around shortly. You will be inducted into his part of the Community." She then shuffled him to the door. Right before closing it she whispered, with fear in her eyes and a pale face, "I've been in hell for the past 39 years. Since I was 11 years old." Abruptly the door shut in Harry's face, leaving him speechless. Soon a man who looked to be about 19 or 20 came and collected him. He had dark skin and a large scar from the middle of his forehead parallel to his left eyebrow until it disappeared into his hair line. "I'm Rob. You must be Harry." He said upon his arrival. "You'll be in my Group. We take all boys from ages 7-25, so you've still got a few years." He spoke with a very strange accent. It seemed English was the main language in the Community, but not everyone originally spoke it.

Down and down the long bleached walls hallways they went, occasionally taking a right or left hand turn. Eventually, they met a hallway with no turnoffs and just one single door at the end. Harry suddenly had flashbacks of the hallway and door at the Department of Mysteries. Only one thing was different. Here, there was no darkness, just bright, shining lights.

They reached the door and Rob opened it. He revealed the sickest most horrid looking place Harry had ever seen. He was outside, yes. But the destruction of the land was terrible.

The dirt around him was a think sickly looking brown. Every few meters or so a dead, blackish grayish shrub would lie, parched and looking for water that would probably never come. All Harry could see around was buildings. At least 10 three story buildings lay across the area. All were made of a dull color of red brick. Upon looking up at the tops of the buildings, Harry saw something even worse.

There was so sun in the sky, just a gray a bit lighter then the dark gray around it. And it did not look like clouds in the sky. It seemed more like that was the natural color, and that was what Harry guessed it was when Rob showed no sign of seeing a terrible looking storm directly above him.

Rob and Harry walked for some while until they reached the last building on their left.

"This is where you'll be living until… until something happens."

Before following Rob into his new home, Harry looked down the road a bit more. It continued for about ½ a kilometer, before a great black darkness seemed to eat up everything. 'This place is like a prison,' Harry thought before following Rob into the building.

A/N- So, another chapter. I won't usually be updating this often. I've got school, then softball, then shower, food and homework, so just count on an update every… three to seven days.

Next chapter- Harry meets his room mates.

Cool Quote

Say what you want,

Say what you mean

Question yourself are you really what you seem

Say who you are

Say what you need

Question yourself are you really what you dream?