From chapter 1…

…Hermione pointed her wand straight at him and Stunned Draco Malfoy.

Chapter 2

The jet of red light hit him squarely in the chest, and in moments he was down on the floor. Ginny gave Hermione a frightened look but didn't say anything, shocked as she still was. Hermione got up and slowly approached the prone boy, her wand out, hands shaking slightly. Ginny followed soon after.

"What happened?" Ginny finally asked.

Hermione turned slowly to look at her. "I don't know," she said quietly. Inside her mind was racing, putting forth and rejecting theories. She just hadn't read anything about tornados appearing out of nowhere and apparently sucking two teenage boys into nothingness before spitting out a blond-haired, arrogant boy in their place.

"Why'd it take – oh, Merlin, Hermione, where could it have taken Ron and Harry?" Ginny looked like she was on the verge of panic. "They could be anywhere!"

"Calm down," Hermione said firmly, although she was finding it hard to keep her cool, too. She looked from Draco to Ginny. "Do you think he knows anything about it?"

Ginny clutched her arm suddenly. "Hermione! What if…what if You-Know-Who's behind this?"

Hermione swallowed. "No…no…it can't be…I haven't read anything like this at all…it…it can't be him…"

"You don't know that," Ginny said. "Oh, wake Malfoy up, Hermione, then we can ask him."

"I can't do anymore magic," Hermione reminded her.

"I'll get Fred and George, then," and Ginny ran upstairs, leaving Hermione to keep an eye on Draco. Not that, she thought to herself, Malfoy could do anything at the moment. But you never knew…

What had just happened? Tornados didn't appear out of nowhere, as far as Hermione knew – and she knew quite a lot. It would have taken an extremely powerful wizard nearby to cause it, and even then, that didn't explain Harry and Ron's disappearance, nor Draco's presence in the Burrow. Tornados didn't just suck people up. They weren't capable of that. Were they?

Soon she heard Fred, George and Ginny coming down the stairs. One of the twins was protesting that Ginny was very bad at pranks, because who on earth would believe that a tornado had just struck in the middle of the Burrow and swallowed up two teenage boys?

"I mean, if we were two trolls I'd very well understand, but really, Gin, it's an insult to our very –" and Fred stopped suddenly as he caught sight of the destruction in the Weasleys' home. "What the…"

George hurried over to Hermione. "Ok, we believe you, Gin. You know Mum's going to kill us, don't you? All this mess…"

"Harry and Ron just got sucked into a tornado, or whatever it was, and you're concerned about the state of the living room?" Ginny exclaimed.

The twins ignored her, choosing instead to pull out their wands and point them at the Slytherin lying before them. "All right, let's see what he has to say about all this. Rennervate," Fred said.

Immediately, Draco began to stir, groaning, eyes fluttering open slowly. They focused first on the twins, then Hermione and Ginny, and finally on the wands trained on him. Bewilderment followed by alarm filled his features.

"Ok, no sudden movements or you're going to be hit by the nastiest Bat Bogey Hex you've ever seen," George said seriously.

Fred jabbed his wand at the blond. "And no cheekiness, either. Now, tell us –"

"What have you done with Harry and Ron?" George finished for his twin.

"Harry and…Ron?" Draco repeated blankly. "Wait – where am I? What happened?"

"Don't you know?" Hermione asked, feeling disappointment creep up. She had felt sure that Draco would know what was going on.

Draco shook his head. "All I remember is some kind of tornado, and ending up here, and you," and at 'you' he cast Hermione a very accusing look, "Stunning me! Why the hell did you do that for?" At this his voice turned very haughty and he looked at Hermione with the air of someone who was of noble blood.

Hermione, of course, didn't appreciate this at all. "Well, excuse me if Harry and Ron suddenly disappeared and you appeared instead!" she snapped.

"Yeah, shock is one thing, but is it too much to ask for you to, I don't know, not throw a spell at me?" Draco asked. "A cup of tea would be nice. You can serve it."

"Look, Malfoy, you may not think highly of Muggle-borns, but-" Ginny began.

Draco snorted. "Oh, so I'm Malfoy now, am I? Love, I told you, it was nothing personal."

Fred jabbed his wand at Draco again. "Can we get back to the business of Harry and – nothing personal?" This time he whipped the wand around to Ginny who, startled, gave a little scream. "Nothing personal?"

"What's that about?" George demanded.

Ginny drew a deep, shuddering breath. "I have no idea."

"Ok." Fred pointed his wand back at Draco. "You explain it, Malfoy."

Draco lifted his hands up in a sign of surrender. "I'm terribly sorry, chaps, but this is between me and my love here."

"I am not your love," Ginny shuddered.

"Can we just get back to Harry and Ron?" Hermione asked. "Knowing Malfoy, he's just trying to wind us up." She glared at him. "What happened to Harry and Ron? Is You-Know-Who behind this?"

Draco looked annoyed, now. "I told you, I don't know. Tornado comes, and suddenly I'm here. Wherever here is. And what makes you think I'd know if You-Know-Who was behind this?"

"Gee, I don't know, maybe because your father is a Death Eater?" Ginny asked sweetly.

Instead of looking angry, as Ginny expected him to, he was surprised. "Well, yeah, but he's been dead for twelve years. What's that got to do with me?"

The three Weasleys and Hermione just stared at him. "What?"

Harry and Ron found themselves in a darkened room. After the previous brightness of the Burrow, everything looked pitch black. By the time the two boys had picked themselves up from the floor, their eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness and they could begin to make out the details of the room.

As far as they could tell, they were in a spacious bedroom, richly decorated with tapestries, paintings and soft carpet. A four-poster bed stood against one of the walls with hangings that looked like they were made out of silk. Most of the furniture in the room looked antique and very expensive.

"What happened?" Ron croaked.

"I don't know," Harry said softly. "What was that?"

"The…tornado thing? I have absolutely no idea."

"You know you're the one who grew up in the wizarding world," Harry said.

"Yeah, and before this, I'd have said it was impossible," Ron shook his head. "Where are we?"

Harry had no idea. Judging from the stone walls, a castle would have been his best bet. But why on earth would that thing have put them here? Wherever here was…

Motioning to Ron to follow him, Harry crept towards the door. Before he got to it, however, someone flung it open. Harry and Ron were bathed in yellow light from the torches in the corridor. Whoever it was that had opened the door stopped short at the sight of the two boys.

She was tall, fair-skinned with white-blond hair. Her robes, one could easily see, were expensive, made of what looked like satin. There were jewelled rings on her elegant fingers. Harry recognised her almost immediately.

"What are you doing here?" Narcissa Malfoy demanded, in the imperious manner befitting her aristocratic upbringing. "Why are you in the dark, and where's Draco?"

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