Third Person_

When Harry awoke, he found himself face-down on a hard-wood floor, his head throbbing painfully. Where was he, number four Privet Drive? How did he get here? Then the memories of what had happened crashed down on him. He, Ron and Hermione had apperated into a forest from Bill and Fleur's wedding, then they found some crazy camper with a sword had been eavesdropping on them. They had him cornered and then… then what? Why had he blacked out? His head throbbed painfully again. He felt the back of his skull and found a large bump. Someone must have knocked them out from behind.

Harry sat up and looked around. He was in a well furnished room with a low ceiling. It wasn't a prison cell or a cellar, but the door on the far side next to harry was locked. Harry reached for his pocket to take out his wand and perform the Alohamora charm, but it wasn't there. Camper dude must have taken his wand.

Ron and Hermione, who were also sprawled out on the floor, began to stir. Harry rushed over to help Hermione up. He was about to do the same for Ron, but as soon as Harry touched him, he leapt up and banged his head on the low ceiling. A loud thump echoed through the house, followed by Ran's groan of pain.

"Shhh, Ron they'll hear you!" whispered Hermione, looking around wildly.

"Where the bloody hell are we?!" whispered Ron, surveying the room.

"I think that camper boy took us here." Said Harry.

"Camper boy…" growled Ron with gritted teeth, "next time I see him I'm going to give him the curse of the boogies and-"

"Don't get too excited," said Harry dully, "they took our wands."

As soon as Harry finished that sentence, he thought heard movement outside the door. But rushing to the keyhole, he saw that no one was there.

"Even if he didn't, you can't go around cursing muggles, Ron!" Hermione was saying.

'Oh, he's no muggle," said Ron. Harry turned around, suddenly paying rapt attention.

"When the fighting broke out, I pointed my wand at him and said 'agumente', you know, the water spell… I thought it would catch him off guard, maybe even slow him down' said Ron. Harry and Hermione nodded vigorously for him to go on,

"A jet of water shot out of my wand, like it should have, and it hit him square in the back, he should have been soaked! But…he wasn't even damp, he was completely dry."

Hermione nodded slowly, Harry could practically see her brain trying to figure out what was going on. "So if he's not a muggle,' she said, "What is he? He's not a wizard like us, or he-'

She stopped short as a definitely audible gasp could be heard outside the door. Ron forward and looked through the keyhole.

"IT'S THE SAME BLOODY CAMER BOY!" he roared furiously, "IS SPYING A HABIT OF YOURS YOU EFFING-"

The door opened and camper boy walked in, accompanied by at least ten other teenagers and a man in a wheelchair. There was no hope trying to fight this many people without wands, but they didn't look like they were here to fight.

"So," said camper boy, twirling a pen between his fingers, "wizards, huh?"