The island looked like one giant over grown jungle. But luckily they all made it. But none escaped without injury. They happened to land on the rockiest side of the island. All had scraps and cuts. Ron sprained his ankle trying to climb down off the rock that he landed on. Harry had a broken wrist from where he slammed into a rock because of Draco's weight. They were the only ones that were seriously injured.
Hermione sits up and looks around. She removes the parachute and winces. She had several scraps up her arm but she would live. "Harry. I don't think we are going to find any help here. It looked unpopulated" She calls out. At least it was still light out. It was only about noon so they had several hours before night set in.
Harry nods and stands. He looks around and drops the parachute to the rock. "I think your right. But maybe once we get out of these rocks and onto land, we will find other people. Lav? I want you to help Ron until we can repair his ankle."
Lavender nods and slings Ron's arm over her shoulder. She begins the slow trip down off the rocks.
"Fred, George. I want you to help Malfoy. I think he is still in shock. It's not everyday that your parachute don't open and you almost plummet to your death." Harry was taking charge.
Hermione was helping Ginny up. "I think we should take the chutes with us. It's already chilly and the sun is over head. It might get really cold tonight." Hermione begins to roll up the parachutes.
Harry begins to help her. Using his only good hand. He grabs his duffle bag and shoves the parachute into it. He nods to Hermione and begins to make his way off the rocks. Hermione and Ginny following behind him with their arms full of parachutes.
Fred and George already had Malfoy on the ground. He was now staring off into space. His eyes are glazed over.
Harry shakes his head. "Well this is just wonderful. We aren't supposed to be at the festival for another 6 hours. And we aren't supposed to be coming home for a week. No one is even going to notice us gone." He looks around. The jungle was dense and the trees are growing very close together. "I guess we are stuck here for now. We should start a fire."
Fred and George begin to pile up some dry bark that they found. Harry points his wand at the pile and mutters the fire spell. Nothing happens. He tries again. Nothing happens. He looks to Hermione.
Hermione takes out her wand and aims it at the fire, she mutters the fire spell and again nothing happens. "Ah oh. Something must be affecting our wands. We will have to do this all the muggle way."
The group looked horrified. Most of them knew very little about muggles let alone how to do anything the muggle way. Harry sits down on a nearby tree root. "This is going to be one long week." The others nod in agreement.