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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to Miss J. K. Rowling.

I Do however own Logan Smith and everything of his world.

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Posted 9/5/14

Chapter Two ~ Moody

Damn. They use magic. Logan looked up from the wand pointed at his throat to the one holding it. A giant blue eye. Or well that was the first thing he noticed. The man was also missing a bunch of his nose and was cover in scars. Logan dropped his knife and held his hands up showing they were empty.

"Who are you? And how did you get in here?" The man growled.

"Logan Smith, and won't you like to know." Logan smirked. If only I knew. Now how to get out of this. Maybe if we make enough noise Mrs. Weasel will come back down. Or I could just-

"Don't play with me boy." He pressed the the wand to logans throat.

"Well sorry mister Big-eye! But I don't know the answer myself!" Logan shouted.

"Alastor! Is that you?" Mrs. Weasel's voice came from up stairs.

Logan made the diamond band shoot up and hit Big-eyes arm pushing it away and making the wand fly out of his hand. Logan flipped on to the table caught the wand, then let out a grunt of pain.

Mrs. Weasel walked into the room. "What is going on in here?"

The wand started to vibrate. Crap. Logan dropped the wand. It exploded throwing logan off his feet and off the other side of the table. He groaned. I'm such an idiot. Never hold wands. He heard someone running towards him and the uneven steps of another following at a slower pace.

"Logan, are you alright dear?" Mrs. Weasel asked.

"Fine and dandy." He opened his eyes and stared a peg leg standing next to him.

"Are you a muggle?" Big-eye asked.

"A what?" Logan sat up ignoring Mrs. Weasel's protests

"A non-magical person." He said.

"Ah. You could say that." Logan stood, rubbing his head.

Big-eye turned and walked to the table muttering under his breath. He looked at a scorch mark on it. "You owe me a new wand boy."

"It's not m-"

He was cut off as the twins ran into the room followed by Sirius and another boy with red hair and girl with bushy brown hair.

"Mum! What-"

"-Happened?" The twins asked.

Logan goaned and sat down at the table. "Big-eyes wand exploded."

"And whose fault is that?" Big-eye growled.

"Your's for attacking me." Logan smirked.

"You were sitting unattended in here. What idiot brought you in here anyway?" Big-eye growled.

The twins shrank back behind the two unknown kids.

"He was found wounded outside and was brought inside for treatment." Mrs. Weasel said.

"And you left him unattended?" Big-eye said.

"He was doing no harm and under orders to rest." They glared at each other.

"We'll talk about this at the meeting tonight." Big-eye turned. "Sirius stay with him at all times." He stalked out.

Silence.

Logan stood and stretched, wincing at the pain in his middle. "Well I'll just go to my room."

"I'll take you." Mrs. Weasel said.

"No. Thank you. Sirius will take me, he has to stay with me anyway." Logan pulled Sirius out of the room.

Once they were out of the room he motioned for Sirius to lead the way. Sirius lead him up stairs. Logan raised an eyebrow at a bunch of heads of some sort of creature hanging on the wall.

That's... Interesting. I didn't peg these people for the sort to have that kind of decor.

Sirius opened a door and motioned him in. Logan walked in and glanced around. The walls were a complex pattern of green and silver, all were bare, save for the one to the left of the door, which held only a window covered by black certain, The floor was a black hardwood, in the middle was a green rug covered in snakes whipped together. Against the wall opposite him rested a bed with it's head against the wall, green coverings draped over it. On either side of it sat small tables each had a drawer. Against the wall opposite the window was a dresser, and on either side of the window sat a bookshelf.

Logan walked to the bed and collapsed on it with a sigh.

"Are you alright?' Sirius walked in.

"Fine." He sat up and winced. "I Might have overdone it with Big-eye."

"Do you want me to look at it?" Sirius gestured at his waist.

"Nah, it's fine. You guys got it fix up with your magic." Logan shrugged. "Why don' you sit down?" He glanced around the chairless room, "That is if your magic can make one." he smirked.

Sirius pulled out his wand, he muttered a word and waved it. a chair appeared. he sat down. "Why did mad-eye's wand explode?"

"Wand's don't like me. Whenever I touch them, Boom!" he smirked. "By the way, you have a nice Stick there, mind if a hold it for a moment?"

"Oh, Harry, it's lovely to see you!" Mrs. Weasley whispered, pulling him into a rib-cracking hug before holding him at arm's length and examining him critically. "You're looking peaky; you need feeding up, but you'll have to wait a bit for dinner, I'm afraid."

She turned to the gang of wizards behind him and whispered urgently, "He's just arrived, the meeting's started."

The wizards behind Harry all made noises of interest and excitement and began filing past him towards the door through which Mrs Weasley had just come. Harry made to follow Lupin, but Mrs Weasley held him back.

"No, Harry, the meeting's only for members of the Order. Ron and Hermione are upstairs, you can wait with them until the meetings over, then we'll have dinner. And keep your voice down in the hall," she added in an urgent whisper.

"Why?"

"I don't want anything to wake up."

"What d'you - ?"

"I'll explain later, I've got to hurry, I'm supposed to be at the meeting - I'll just show you where you're sleeping."

"What are you thinking having him in here?" Moody yelled from behind the door.

Mrs. Weasely sighed. "Wait, here for a minute, dear." She she walked through the door.

"You said not to let him out of my sight." Sirius said.

Harry pricked up at the sound of his voice.

"Just send him upstairs with the rest of the children." Mrs. Weasley said.

"Hey! I'm not a child! an unfamiliar voice said.

"Where he could attack them?" Moody said.

"He's a muggle. What harm could he do? No offence Logan." Sirius said.

"Offence taken." The voice now know as 'Logan,' said.

"Anyway, The twin's will keep him in line." Sirius said.

"Fine." Moody said.

"Hey, what did you do to me?" Logan yelled.

"It's to keep you in line." Moody said.

"I didn't say you could cast a spe- Hey! Let go, I can walk by my self."

Moody dragged a boy about the twins age out and though him out. "Make yourself useful and take Harry up stair" he turned and shut the door.

"So your Harry. I'm Logan." He whispered. "Come on."

He led him past a pair of long, moth-eaten curtains, behind which Harry supposed there must be another door, and after skirting a large umbrella stand that looked as though it had been made from a severed troll's leg they started up the dark staircase, passing a row of shrunken heads mounted on plaques on the wall. A closer look showed Harry that the heads belonged to house-elves. All of them had the same rather snout-like nose.

Harry's bewilderment deepened with every step he took. What on earth were they doing in a house that looked as though it belonged to the Darkest of wizards?

Logan gestured at a door. "Their in there." He walked off.

Logan stepped over a skin colored string and opened the door to the twins room. The twins sat surrounded by cauldrons with the end of the string hovering between them.

"Oh. Hello Logan. We thought you were at the meeting" Fred said.

"They kicked me out." Harmless muggle kid my ass. Humph. Logan sat down next to one of the cauldron and peered into it. "Harry's here."

"We'll go see him after we finish this." George gestured at the cauldrons. "Maybe the reception will be better there." He pointed at the string.

"Can you hear anything?"

"Nope. Stir that clockwise once." Fred gestured at the cauldron next to Logan.

Logan took the string stick and stirred it once. "What's this one?"

"Fainting Fancies." The Twins said in unision.

Yelling came from down the hall.

"And there's Harry." Fred sighed and waved his wand over all the cauldrons.

"Put that over there." George gestured at the beside the bed.

Logan flicked his hand at the wall. The diamond around his wrist unwound off and floated then flouted under the cauldron and carried it to the wall then shot back around his wrist.

Fred grabbed a pair of extendable ears and offered his arm to Logan.

"What?" Logan asked

"We're going to apparate over to there room now. Coming?" Fred said

"What's apparate?" Logan asked.

"Teleporting." George said.

"Just take my arm and"

"Bang! We're there." George smirked.

Logan shrugged and took Fred's arm, a moment later he felt like he was being pulled through a tube that he was two small to fit in. Then like he twin's said; bang! He was in the middle of Ron's room. That was... interesting.

Hermione screamed. "Stop doing that!"

Logan let go of Fred's arm and took a step back, smiling.

"Hello, Harry" said George, beaming at him. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones."

"You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, also beaming. There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you."

"You two passed your Apparition tests, then?" asked Harry grumpily.

"With distinction," said Fred, who was holding what looked like a piece of very long, flesh-coloured string.

"It would have taken you about thirty seconds longer to walk down the stairs," said Ron.

"But what fun would that be?" Logan smirked. "I wouldn't have had my first taste of apparition then."

"Oh, right, how are you feeling?" George asked.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "I'm fine. Why?"

"Well usually first timer's puke." Fred said.

"And you didn't tell me before." Logan muttered. "Anyway, besides the feeling of being pulled through a tight tube it was fun."

"Alright then, Let's have a go with the ear's now." Fred held up the string. "Extendable ear's, we're trying to hear what's going on downstairs." He explained at Harry confused look.

"You want to be careful," said Ron, staring at the Ear, "if Mum sees one of them again . . ."

"It's worth the risk, that's a major meeting they're having," said Fred.

The door opened and a Ginny walked in

"Oh, hello, Harry!' Ginny said, brightly. "I thought I heard your voice."

Turning to Fred and George, she said, "Its no-go with the Extendable Ears, she's gone and put an Imperturbable Charm on the kitchen door."

"How d'you know?" said George, looking crestfallen.

"Tonks told me how to find out," said Ginny. "You just chuck stuff at the door and if it can't make contact the door's been Imperturbed. I've been flicking Dungbombs at it from the top of the stairs and they just soar away from it, so there's no way the Extendable Ears will be able to get under the gap."

"Aw. I wanted to hear what they say about me." Logan wined

Fred heaved a deep sigh. "Shame. I really fancied finding out what old Snape's been up to."

"Snape!" said Harry quickly. "Is he here?"

"Yeah," said George, carefully closing the door and sitting down on one of the beds; Fred and

Ginny followed. "Giving a report. Top secret."

"Git," said Fred idly

"He's on our side now," said Hermione reprovingly.

Ron snorted. "Doesn't stop him being a git. The way he looks at us when he sees us."

"Horrible. Wait, who are we talking about?" Logan asked.

"Oh, Right you don't know him yet." Fred said, "Severus snape. Tall big nose-"

"Oh, Grumpy-face." Logan said. "Well I'm going to go find some non-magic way of listening. Finish gossiping or what ever friends do when they meet up." He walked out.

Logan tip-toed down the stairs then walked to the wall shared with the kitchen. He smirked separating a small ball diamond from the band on his left wrist. He snapped his fingers and it quietly drilled through the wall then came out a reattach itself to the band. Logan pressed his ear to the whole. Voices meet his ears. Ha! Don't underestimate non-magicals.

Just then a glowing blue robe appeared around his waist and trailed around then under the door into the kitchen. The robe gerked then pulled him through to the door which open just long enough for him to fly through then slammed behind him. Logan stumbled then fell to the floor. He groaned.

"Alister! Be careful with him. He's still injured." Mrs. Weasley said.

"Humph." Big-eye looked away.

Logan sat up. "Stupid Big-eye," he muttered under his breath.

Across the table a greying blonde, (em.. Loony-bin was it?) snorted then tried to cover it with a cough. Logan raised an eyebrow at him.

"So why did you drag me in here after you kicked me out. While you could have called me and I would have walked in here on my own?" Logan glared at Big-eye.

"We have a few questions for you." An old man, sitting at the head of the table, said.

What was his name,.. Bumblebee! That's it. Logan shrugged, "Shoot."

"Where, exactly are you from?" Bumblebee asked.

"Westsong, Nevada, United States." Logan said.

They stared at him blankly.

He sighed. "Get me a map and I'll show you."

One of the wizard's waved his wand and a piece of paper appeared. He handed it to Logan. Logan took it and spread it out on the table. He moved his finger across the map and froze, his finger hovering over a blank spot in the middle of Nevada.

"There's nothing there." A pink haired girl said.

"But... that's not possible." Logan muttered.

"Maybe it's too small-"

It's the biggest city in the whole damn state!" Logan yelled.

He snached the map of the table. His grip tightened on the paper wrinkling it, then stopped.

"This map is 18 years old!" he throw it at the wizard who gave it to him. Not that it should matter.

"No it isn't, I just got it this year." The wizard said.

"Well sorry bud, But you got scammed. That's from 1995."

"It is 1995." The wizard said,

"No it isn't it's 2013." Logan looked around at everyone's swerus faces. "It can't be because I wasn't Born until december 1995."

The wizards all looked at each other.

Bumblebee looked his in the eye, "I'm sorry, my boy, But it looks like you are a accidental time traveler."

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