Hopefully you all like my second chapter and are happy with the length :D

Disclaimer : I think you all would of noticed by now if I was J.K because if I was more people would of read my story and realised how great I am ;) So you know it would kind of be helpful if no one sues me  anyway on with my story…

Chapter 2

Everything before their eyes was blurred. They were being thrown in all directions. Harry and Ron collided with a sickening crack. They yelled out in pain.

Suddenly, for a split second everything stopped. The pain, the movement and everything just dissipated. Then, as suddenly as it had left, everything came rushing back - The pain, the smell of the smoke and their vision.

Draco was the first to regain consciousness. He instantly sat up, looked around and lay back down. He was in the hospital wing. Well at least nothing serious had happened to him.

But what had happened? One moment he was sitting in potions ignoring Potter and his groupies, the next thing he knew he was being thrown about and ended up in the hospital wing somehow!

Draco decided he was going to find Professor Snape and discover exactly what exactly had happened. He looked at himself. He was in hospital robes. Damn that Madam Pomfrey thought Draco. He sat up and started looking for his clothes.

As he looked around he noticed that Potter, Granger and Weasley were still asleep. 'Well at least he I don't have to deal with them…yet,' he thought 'they'll probably accuse me of all this mess!'

Draco got up out of his bed, picked up his clothing that he had just spotted and got changed behind the hospital curtain. Just as he was about to leave to find Snape, an old wizard glided out from Madam Pomfrey's office.

He wore long robes in a vivid shade of blood red that had vibrant yellow stars on the hem. He had short grey stubble and wore a vacant expression on his face. He barely noticed Draco awake.

"Please lie back down sir. You and your friends had a nasty fall last week. 40-foot fall it was, in the middle of the pitch! You interrupted the Slytherin vs. Griffindor match. It's easy to say that neither side was very pleased with you and you friends."

"What? I've been unconscious here a week? And who are you? Where's Madam Pomfrey?" Draco rushed, he was very curious where the hospital warden was and why she would let this unknown man take care of them. She's always been very strict about these things.

"Calm down young Sir. I do not know who Madam Pomfrey is, you've actually been here eight days and my name is Cadrian Brown. I'm the Hospital warden at Hogwarts. A more important question may be who are you? and how did you four suddenly appear out of thin air in the middle of the quiditch pitch? None of you look old enough to Apperate. I'm also curious about the scars that all of you possess. I have never seen a coloured scar before and I find it quite strange that all of you have them in the same place"

"I'm Draco Malfoy," replied Malfoy pompously " and I do believe that the only one of us four with freakish scars is Potty over there" replied Draco pointing at Harry " So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find out exactly what Potter did to all of us."

And without another word from either of them Draco left, subconsciously rubbing the back of his neck and the scar that had appeared there exactly eight days before.

Just as Draco crossed the threshold of the hospital wing doors a bushy haired sixth year prefect stirred from an eight-day coma.

She slowly opened her eyes and her head throbbed as light reached her eyes. Being asleep for 8 days usually didn't leave you feeling just peachy.

Sitting up, she looked around and saw that Harry and Ron were still out cold. She tried to get up to wake them, but found that her limbs were having the day off and had decided not to work.

"Miss, it would be easier if you just stayed lying down." A man's voice said out of nowhere. She spotted him and took in his appearance. He looked familiar to Hermione.

"What happened?" Asked Hermione

"Well, like I just told the young man who just left you appeared out of nowhere in the pitch in the middle of a quiditch match." He chuckled to himself and then added, "You made a sizable dent in the field…"

"What's the date?" Inquired Hermione, though she had a feeling she knew what had happned.

"The date? Oh it's 21st of September." Said Cadrian

"No, no what's the year?" Concern was filling her voice.

"It's 1973." Replied the hospital warden.

I was right. Why am I always right about the bad things? Hermione thought to herself

Hoped you liked this chapter and hopefully I'll update within the week. R&R's help motivate me into writing hint hint :)

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