The survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 sat and mourned. One, for the loss of their dear friends Locke and Eko. Two, for the news that Hurley had brought them, that Kate, Sawyer, and Jack were taken by the "others" and Michael had gotten a ship and left them. The only thing that seemed to bring everyone's spirits up was the news that Charlie and Claire had finally gotten together.
The couple sat on the beach, staring out into the horizon. They had been sitting there all night, surrounded by everyone else. Rose had led them several times in a rosary, praying for those who have been lost to this godforsaken island. Charlie had played a few church hymns on his guitar. No one knew how they were going to survive, now that Locke had died and Jack, Kate, and Sawyer were as good as dead with the "others". Charlie was holding a sleeping Aaron, while Claire had rested her head on his shoulder. Everyone only thought one thing when they looked at them-" i What a happy couple. /i "
Everyone stayed where they were until about noon. It started so quickly, no one knew for sure what happened. Grey smoke covered the camp, and Bernard was shouting, "Everyone to the jungle now!"
Aaron was crying, but otherwise the jungle seemed dead silent until… "BAM!"
Bernard and Jin went out onto the beach to see what had happened. Everyone waited patiently until they had returned. What they said chilled everyone to the bone. Another plane had crashed.
Harry Potter stood up, and felt his head. Pain seared through his body. He checked around him. The plane they had been in moments before lay burning in front of him. Revelation of what had happened moments before coursed through him. He ran through the rubble, despite how much it hurt. He had to find Ron and Hermione. He saw a bit of ginger hair sticking up from under a large piece of metal.
"RON!" He shouted, shifting the metal aside. He was surprised, though, when he found Fred beneath the debris.
"George," Fred managed to croak. "Where is George?"
"I'll find him Fred," Harry said. "I promise."
He dragged Fred farther back towards the jungle, away from the wreck. He sat there for a moment to catch his breath, placing his head in his hands. When he looked up, he felt his heart swell with happiness. Coming out of the water were Ron and Hermione, holding George between them. Harry ran over to help them.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, running up to him and hugging him tightly. Ron winced as George's full weight was thrust upon him, and muttered, "Gee, thanks, Hermione."
Hermione turned faintly pink and returned to helping Ron drag George back up to the beach. When they got there, there was something none of them had expected to find on the island- A large group of people were standing around Fred, examining him. They looked up when they saw him approaching. Hurley was the first to speak, and said the one thing everyone was thinking-"Dude, you're like, Harry Potter."
"So let me get this straight," Harry said after listening to the strangers they met on the island talk for about an hour. "You guys landed here about 40 ago, only your plane was torn in half. The two halves of the planes were reunited, only so that these "others" can come and steal half of your lot. Now they've taken your doctor and strongest defenses because some guy wanted to save his son. And now you have no hope for survival unless you find a way to escape or get rescued."
"And something about two people named Charlie and Claire getting together," Ron added.
"Yep, that's pretty much it," Hurley said. "Now let me get this strait about you. You crashed on your way to South America while on your way to defeat this Voldemort dude and find the remaining Horcrux thingies."
"Yeah," Hermione said. Her voice cracked and her eyes shimmered with tears. Ron put his arm around her and she started sobbing into his shoulder.
"So, like, Harry Potter is real? Dude," Hurley said.
"How do you know all about us?" Harry asked in response.
"I read your books," Hurley said, then added after seeing the looks of confusion on the trio's faces, "There is this person named J. K. Rowling who writes books about Harry Potter."
"Wait," Hermione said, drying her eyes on her sleeve. "Did you say 'J. K. Rowling'? There is a Jo Krowling who is in our year at Hogwarts. She runs the school news paper, i Inside the Halls /i , if you could even call it a news paper. It's more like a gossip magazine. She interviewed us after all of our adventures."
"Well, that sure wasn't in the books," Hurley remarked. "Anyway, you guys are welcome to whatever food and, like, fresh water we have left."
"Thank you," Hermione said, standing up and walking over to a group of people standing around a large crate. Ron and Harry followed suit and gave their thanks and went over to the crowd.
"Hello, mate," Someone said, coming up behind Ron. He turned around to see a short man of about twenty-five with dirty blonde hair and a black shirt on. "My name's Charlie. Charlie Pace, from the famous band DriveSHAFT. Ever heard of it?"
"Sorry, can't say I have," Ron said. "But anyway, my name's Ron. Ron Weasley."
"Like From Harry Potter?" Charlie asked.
"Well, I know a Harry Potter….but I don't think I'm from him."
"Oh," Charlie said. "Well, do you wanna take a walk to get familiar with everything?"
"Sure," Ron said.
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