Disclaimer: I don't own Glee characters, Or Harry potter characters.

Warning: There is blood and death in the chapter. It's a plane crash, what did you expect? I held back the gore though.

AN: I know its been a minute since the last update, but I had trouble with this scene as it sets up a lot for the rest of the story. This is the fourth completely different rewrite. Hope you enjoy!

After the chaos of the crash, Harry couldn't remember exactly how he ended up on the island. It was all a jumble of screams and lights with just a dash of utter terror. It seemed like only a moment later when Harry opened his eyes and the difference was startling. It was quiet, the only sounds coming from the waves as they crashed against the sand.

Harry wasn't in much pain, so that was a good sign. He sat up and took stock of his surroundings. Harry's clothes were torn and a bit bloody from the crash, but luckily he only had a few scrapes and cuts. He was on a wide sandy beach, and was still day time as the sun shone brightly in his eyes. Behind him was a vast jungle with mountains that looked like it took up most of the island on which he had washed up. There was no plane, so they must have crashed in the water and somehow floated to the beach.

There were other people lying on the beach, some moving others completely still. Harry stood and stumbled his way over to the nearest person to see if he could help. The Asian boy laying on the sand looked to be about Harry's age and was bleeding from his leg where it looked like a piece of metal had pierced the skin. Harry reached for his wand, and thanked Merlin that he had been given a crash course in first aid before the final battle. Hermione had insisted the DA take time to learn in order to help keep people alive until a qualified healer could reach them.

As he removed his wand from its sheath against his forearm he quickly glanced around for anyone watching. Harry didn't know the International Statute of Secrecy had to say about this situation, but he doubted anyone would be angry at him for saving Muggle's lives. With a quick stasis spell to secure the area, he yanked the metal out of the boys leg and cast a healing spell to help close the wound. If were a real healer he would be able to close it all together because it was too deep, but the best he could do was speed up the healing, stop the bleeding and prevent it from becoming infected. Harry tore a strip of of his shirt and tied it around the now clean and healing wound to keep sand from getting inside. A quick scan showed there was nothing more Harry could do and the boy should wake up soon, so Harry moved on hoping to come across someone from school.

There weren't nearly enough people on the beach to be everyone on the plane, and Harry's stomach clenched at thought fearing the worst. With the next three people he passed that feeling grew worse. Their injuries were far worse than the first boy, and they had died. By this time a few others were moving around helping where they could, and others were crying. Harry came across another boy, this one awake, who was trying to stand but kept falling and groaning as blood fell down his face from his head. As Harry approached he recognized the boy that had thrown something at him on the plane what seemed like ages ago.

As the teen stumbled again Harry reached out and grabbed his arm to help lower him to the ground. "Just stay seated for a moment while I look you over. You're not gonna do any good hurting yourself more."

The glared at him. "I've got to find my friends, dude. They were near me on the plane. We got separated after- what the hell are you doing?"

Harry had been casting scanning spells at the teen while he talked. "You've got a fractured ankle and a pretty deep cut on your head. I can fix it but its going to hurt. Just stay still. Don't move. Ferula. Episkey. Now, you've already lost a good deal of blood. So take it easy," he told the boy. "If you need help, come find me. My names is Harry. I've got to go find my friends too. Good luck," he said before moving away, ignoring the dumbfounded look on the teens face.

"Puck."

Harry turned back to the boy, "What?"

"My name, it's Puck."

"Ah well, Puck, I helped a boy about our age a few minutes ago. He might be one of the ones you are looking for. He was still out when I left him, but I did what I could and he should be waking up soon. He's right over there," Harry told him while pointing at the point who sure enough was beginning to stir. Harry began to move away again and got a few feet before Puck called out.

"How did you do that!"

"Magic," Harry shouted back without turning around,. He heard Puck scoff and make his way over to his friend.

Time flew by as he made his way through the passengers, helping those he could. He really hoped that magic was allowed to be used in a situation such as this, because more than just Puck saw him healing people. When they asked he just talked around the question and people were more concerned with being healed than interrogating him for which he was lucky.

Harry's luck ran out when he came across of the the Ravenclaws. The boy had died before help could find him. Harry became frantic to find his friends, but they weren't on the beach. At this point he would have been glad to see Snape. He did find another of Puck's friends, a tall boy whom he pointed in the right direction after healing.

By the time he was done Harry was exhausted. Thirty people had washed up on the beach along with him and ten had died either in the crash or from their wounds. Besides him and the other three teens, the other survivors were adults and he had been needed to heal most of them. He hadn't had a moment to think, he wasn't sure the situation had entirely hit him yet.

It had only been an hour maybe two since Harry had awoken on the beach but the sun was lowering in the sky and just as he had collapsed in the sand, one of the men called out.

"Attention! Everyone gather around. We need to figure this out."

Harry struggled to his regain his feet, and was about to collapse again when someone grabbed his arm hold him up. Harry looked up to see Puck. "Are you alight, man? Can't you just fix yourself like you did everyone else?"

"I'm fine. Just tired." Harry replied. He stepped away from Puck, only to feel his legs wobble precariously.

"Here, I'll help. Just put you're arm over my shoulder."

"Thanks," Harry gave a tired smile in thanks and they made their way over to where the group.

"Nah thank you. You fixed me, Finn and Mike. It's the least I could do. Did you find of you're friends?"

Harry looked away. "No. I did find a boy from my school, but he didn't make it."

"Oh. Uh... you can sit with me and my boys of you want," Puck offered.

"Thanks." Puck lowered Harry to the sand near the two boys he had met earlier before taking a seat beside him.

The man who had beckoned everyone over stood as the rest of the crash survivors sat around in groups, some still making their way over. Harry noted that the man was average height with short black hair and held himself with an air of authority. This was a man who was obviously used to giving orders and having them followed. Harry had met men like that in the aurors, and the meetings had not gone well. His unfortunate habit of clashing with 'authority figures' extended to them. He hadn't really blamed them too much. Harry realized it must have been difficult for a seasoned professional to depended on a teenager to defeat someone they were unable to. He really hoped he would not have the same problem with this man.

"My name is Mark Logan and I am an Air Marshall. First things first. Is anyone hurt? I do have EMT training."

There were murmurers to the negative when one woman spoke up. "I had a broken arm, but that boy fixed it. Craziest thing I ever saw. Just waved his stick spoke some funny words and it was all better." Most of the people nodded, some murmuring in agreement.

Logan turned to Harry as if just noticing him for the first time and inspected him carefully before his eyes lit with recognition. "Potter?" Logan gasped.

Harry winced. "Uh...yes?"

"Ah. Well that explains it. I'll talk to you after everything gets settled." Logan turned back to the other survivors. "Nothing to worry about. Now, time is of the essence. Since no one is hurt, we need to be ready for night time. I'm going to need volunteers to set up a temporary shelter, and some to collect food and water."

"Where are the other passengers? My wife was on the flight but she isn't here. I must have blacked out or something, because I was listening to the pilot on the over system and the next moment I was waking up on the beach. Me and some of the others have been looking around and haven't found anything. No plane, no people. Nothing. Where are we? Where is everyone else? Are they alive?" The young man was speaking quickly shooting out questions rapid fire towards Air Marshall Logan.

"At this time I don't know any more than you do about the other passengers. It is possible they are on another part of the island, but we don't know anything about this land. It would be dangerous to go wondering through the jungle this late in the day which is why I suggested making camp for the night. Tomorrow we will begin looking for the others. There was homing instruments on the plane, so people have most likely been alerted to the distress call and sent out search parties. All we have to do is survive until they reach us. Now, I'm going to set up teams to start finding supplies. For safety, try not to wander more than 50 feet into the jungle."

As Logan began to dish out responsibilities, Puck turned to Harry. " Dude, are you like a criminal or something? Is that how the cop knew you?"

Harry snorted. "It depends on who you ask and on what day. As for how he knows me I honestly have no idea. I don't think I've ever met him before."

The tall teen on the other side of him spoke up. "Can you really do magic like Puck said? Like a wizard or something," the boy asked with just a hint of wonder on his face.

"Yeah, I can actually. I don't know if I'm supposed to tell people though you can you guys mind keeping it quiet?"

Puck snorted. "Isn't it a little late for than, bro? I mean you magic'd like half the people on the beach."

"You would be surprised at what people can pass off as normal," Harry told the boys thinking of all the times he got caught doing accidental magic before Hogwarts.

"Sure, man. No problem. Can you show us more?" The teen practically radiated excitement.

It was the Asian boy who he first came across came to his rescue. "Calm down, Finn. The guy is obviously tired. I'm Mike by the way."

Harry smiled tiredly at Mike. "Hey Mike. I'm Harry. How's your leg feeling? I did the best I could, but you're gonna have to keep the bandage on for a few more days. I can take another look at it tomorrow, maybe change the bandage so you're not wrapped up in my shirt."

"Sounds good. It feels great actually. There's slight pain, but nothing too major. Thanks for that, man. If it had hit my femoral, I would have been a goner for sure."

"It did actually. It was lucky you were the first one I came across after I woke up. You lost a lot of blood like Puck here, but I can't fix that. So try to not do too much," Harry advised both of the boys.

"Well since I can't see anything magic yet...right?' Finn asked with a look toward Harry who nodded. "Yeah. So since I cant see anything cool, I'm gonna go help find food." With that the tall teen bounded off to join some of the others who had assembled.

Harry allowed himself to collapse backwards until he was lying on his back looking up at the sky. "This was my first ever vacation, you know? I was supposed to be uneventful, peaceful even," Harry told the boys with a sigh.

He felt more than saw the other teens lay down in the sand on either side of him before Mike spoke up. "This wasn't my first. But it was our last as high school students. We had a singing competition last week in London."

"You guys are singers?" Harry asked a little surprised.

Puck turned his head and grinned at Harry. "Yeah, I know. What is my sexy badass self doing in a singing competition, right?"

"That wasn't exactly what I was thinking, but you blokes don't really seem the type."

"We weren't at first. We were all on the sports team then it just sorta happened I guess," Mike told him. "And the rest was history."

"Did you guys win?"

"Nah. But it was awesome to see a new country. You got some hotties over there, man."

Harry laughed at the mohawk'd teen. "Yeah, I really wouldn't know."

"What! Why not?"

"I've been busy. No time for dating really."

"There's always time to get laid, bro. What could be more important than that?" Puck actually looked serious.

"Puck, not everyone sleeps around," Mike chimed in.

"Puckzilla needs to be shared, man. It would be criminal to keep the ladies from Puckasaurs."

Harry and Mike burst out laughing while Puck just said "What? It's true."

The situation was incredible. Here he was laying on a beach with a couple of guys talking about sex. One could almost forget that he was recently in a plane crash.

A shadow fell over the teenaged boys and they looked up to the Air Marshall standing a few feet away looking at Harry.

"Uh, Mr. Potter, Sir? Could I have a word, please?"

"Sure."

When Harry didn't move, Logan added, "In uh...private. Sir."

Harry sighed and stood, the other boys sitting up looking at Harry curiously. "I'll be back in a bit guys."

Logan led Harry down the beach a ways before the nervous man turned to face him.

Harry spoke first. "So who are you and how do you know me?"

"I'm an American Auror, sir. We all know who you are. I was on the plane because there were marked Death Eaters traveling. Even though they were pardoned the President of Magic felt safer if we had a presence on board. Are you going to be taking lead, sir?"

"No, I assume you were trained for situations such as these?" When Logan nodded Harry continued. "I'll help where I can but I have no problem leaving you in charge. Three things though?"

"Anything for the Savior, sir."

"Make that four things. Number one, just call me Harry. Number two, are we allowed to reveal magic in this situation? Number three, do you have your wand? And last, no offense, but I need to see your left forearm," Harry informed the auror.

Logan rolled up his sleeves to reveal bare forearms without argument. "I will only call you Harry, sir. And while we can use magic to save lives, we should try to keep muggles from knowing it is magic. We usually use the excuse of a government technology and the muggles seem to accept it. And as for my wand, I lost it in the crash, sir"

Harry pointed to a spot down the beach. "One a the victims was a student. You might want to check for a wand. It won't be perfect, but at least it's something."

Logan looked sad, but nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Also those blokes I was sitting with know about magic, but they seem a decent sort and promised to keep it quiet. Now, its too far to apparate off the island, but do you have a way of getting a message out?"

"No, sir. We use owls in the department."

"Alright, I'll think of something. And stop calling me sir," Harry commanded.

"Yes, sir."

Harry blew out a frustrated breath. "Is there anything else right now?"

"No, sir."

"You go do what you need to do. Find me if you need something. Otherwise you are in charge, got it?"

With that Harry started to make his way back to the teenagers on the beach. When he got closer he saw that Finn was back and there were a few oranges scattered between them and they looked up as he approached.

"Hey, you guys wanna see some magic?"

AN: Im going to try and keep this upbeat. Think more Land of the Lost than Lord of the Flies. If there are any people or things you would like to see, let me know and I'll see if they fit my plan.