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Chapter 4: Another time, another place.

When Hermione opened her eyes she immediately noticed two things; one was that she was lying face down on grass and two that there was the near deafening chatter of birds echoing through the air, quickly she shut her eyes tight, "Oh no. This is not happening."

Slowly she opened them again. Steeling herself she turned over to gaze straight into the glaring afternoon sun, "Ouch" she said squinting. She sat up with a very heavy heart; at Hogwarts it was about 12:30am, at night, with no sun. "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas any more." She muttered squinting her eyes against the bright light.

"Granger! Where are we? What did you do? And what the hell is a Toto?" A voice broke through the calls of the birds as a distinctly disgruntled Malfoy hovered into view.

Shaken Hermione ignored Malfoy and gazed around the little grassy glade where she sat surrounded by wilderness.

When she had stared for some time at her surroundings she realised that Malfoy had stopped talking and was staring at her expectantly. She tried to speak but her voice seemed stuck in her throat. Clearing it she tried again, "Umm, I think I transported us somewhere."

"Oh, really is that why we are out in the middle of nowhere? Blimey, thanks for clearing that up!" Said Draco with heavy sarcasm.

Hermione was just about to let loose a scathing reply when she stopped and looked at him, his pale skin was bleached white and he was twist and turning at every little sound - it looked like he had a body tick.

He was scared.

She stood up, not knowing quite how to act. Startled she realised he was now almost a head taller than her. "Look, Malfoy there is no need to be snappy."

"No need? No need! This may come as a shock to you but I don't normally get transported out of a heavily magically fortressed castle into the unknown wilderness." Malfoy replied forcefully.

"Listen, it was not just my spell that went wrong, it must have combined with your spell."

"Are you blaming me?"

"No, I wasn't, but it's definitely an idea. If you hadn't played that stupid prank on me none of this would have happened."

"It is not my fault!"

"Yes, it is!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Oh, Just grow up. You act like a three year old." Hermione screamed at him.

Draco was about to reply when suddenly the sound of galloping horses and war cries split the air.

"Get down." Draco yelled as five heavily armoured warriors with great bows, swords and round shields burst into the clearing.

He pushed heavily against Hermione, steering her towards some bushes.

They collapsed in a pile under the foliage. They lay side by side, peering through the under growth at the charging horsemen.

Staring, they saw the giant warhorses with men in bronze armour- configure to look like a naked muscled back and chest. They had leather skirts of loose strips and bronze greaves moulded to their calves. It was impossible to see their faces as the helmets they wore completely covered their heads, with only a Y shaped slit at the front to allow for breathing and seeing. Stiff horsehair plumes protruded from the top.

Hermione watched them hurtle past, aware of Draco's arms still around her. She dared not move in case they came back, waiting for the thundering of hooves to die down. In the distance she could still hear the war cries but other sounds emerged, the clanging of weapons and the death scream of a man in mortal agony. A trumpet sounded and the shouts of the men echoed down into the glade.

"There is no way that five men could make that much noise." Hermione breathed.

"They must have triggered an ambush or something." Said Draco in a whisper.

"I think they are gone." He said sitting up and removing his arm from Hermione's waist. He took a breath and began to speak again when Hermione interrupted him.

"I know where we are." She said abruptly.

"And where is that?"

"Well actually it is more of a when." She said nervously

"What?" He asked confused.

Taking a deep breath she let it all out in a rush. "Those men, their armour, listen I think we went back in time- about 2000 to 700 BC, if I have my eras correct."

He paused for a moment. "4006 years ago!"

"Well that would be the maximum, those men we saw were in Bronze armour." She explained.

"So?" Asked Malfoy with a sneer.

"SO," She replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "the Bronze Age began 2000Bc and it ended 700Bc."

"Oh."

"We need a plan." Hermione said.

"We, there is no we."

"Wrong Malfoy, until we get home we have to work together. Believe me, I'm all for just leaving you here, but I need help."

"Fine you need my help but what makes you think I need yours?"

"Do you really expect to get out of here with out my help?"

Seeing Draco's uncertainty she told him, "You see you need me. Ha, the Great Malfoy dependant on a muggle-born." Hermione burst into laughter.

When she finished she noticed Draco's stony look, but she started talking as if she hadn't. Either he'd accept her or he wouldn't it was that simple and really she had grown so immune to his scorn that she would hardly notice anyway. "As I was saying, we need a plan."

She expected more argument but surprisingly Draco kept his outrage in check and after taking a deep breath said he replied.

"Well we could go over to where we heard the battle as there are bound to be people over there or we could head in the direction where the horsemen came from and hope they haven't ridden to far from their camp."

"Hold on, before we decide anything I need to do something."

Hermione quickly said a short chant under her breath pointing her wand at first Draco and then herself.

Draco felt a sharp pain in his temples followed by one hell of a migraine.

"Arrgh." He gasped clutching his head. When the pain lessened a bit he started to swear, about to give Granger a piece of his mind he looked up and saw that she was also doubled up in agony. He didn't know why but that made him fell a lot better. Keeping his mouth shut he sat on the grass. A few minutes later the effects of the spell wore off.

"Sorry," Hermione said, "I didn't realised the side effects would be so, um, violent."

"What the hell was it?" He croaked, his mouth feeling dusty.

"It was a language spell, congratulations you can now speak and understand any human, spirit and some troll languages. That's well worth the pain isn't it?"

"Well anyone can speak troll you just grunt and mumble."

First Hermione stared at him and then she laughed. "A joke, Draco? If I hadn't heard it I would never have believed it."

"What, I crack jokes all the time."

"No, you patronize people all the time, there is a difference."

Malfoy was about to reply when a rustling of the bushes announced the presence of someone else. Turning simultaneously Hermione and Draco were confronted by a squat man with a hideously wrinkled face with a pug nose, wild untamed hair and beard, with small goat horns poking out of his head. Another interesting thing was that past his waist he was a goat, complete with cloven hooves.

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