Harry wished he could make the stone go faster. Or, better yet, somehow make the pillar of rock come closer. Or, best option, make the swarm of flying monsters headed right for him somehow disappear. Or, actual best option, somehow return to the Burrow and pretend this never happened. Yeah, that one he liked.

But, he couldn't do any of that. He was stuck, riding this hovering rock as he guided it with his wand, trying to outfly the swarm to that big rock so he could…do something. He didn't know what he could do, honestly. But he couldn't fly towards the monsters so the rock seemed like the best option right now.

He was tempted to just apparate there but he had still used it several times in the last few minutes. And each time he had felt a bigger strain. Apparition was his only real form of escape and he would have to make each use count. The swarm was still a ways away which meant he had time. Not much time, but hopefully enough to get him there. And then…well, he guessed he would just look around for the best place to apparate to.

But all he could do until then was keep the rock steady and fly onwards.

Well, that was the plan.

Harry felt it first. A change in the air, the wind picking up. He shielded his eyes, sand flying around, trying to see and keep flying. Then he heard it, like a sonic boom or thunderclap. Then came another rush of wind, only this one far more powerful. The rock wobbled in the air as he tried to keep it under control, the wind surging against him for a few seconds before dying down again. Strangely enough, the wind had come from above him. What was happening? He tried to look around but couldn't see anything. Was it the swarm? Or something else?

He looked back and saw the swarm still approaching fast but not doing anything different. He frowned but carried on, the rock getting closer now. But as he went, he heard small sounds in the background, an almost rhythmic smacking noise that sounded a little like…punching.

He tried to drown it out, focusing on the pillar of rock. It was much closer now. He still didn't have any real idea of what he was going to do when he got to it, but it was beginning to loom over him. But as much as he tried, the smacking sounds were getting louder. And with each one came a gust of wind. And Harry really did not want to know what was causing it.

He was about 100 meters from the rock when he felt another small surge of air against him and then he heard it. The thunderclap noise followed quickly by the large gust of wind, forcing him to brace himself as much as he could, the rock he was on wobbling dangerously and he had twist his wand to hold it steady. He looked round and this time saw something up in the sky. A black spot falling fast. And above it was another black spot just hovering in the air. But then, a second later, it suddenly dove after the falling object at a blurring speed, crashing into it and then sending both of them plummeting towards the ground at an incredible speed.

Harry could tell when they landed. He felt in his bones as the Earth shook. He heard it too, sounding like an explosion had gone off. And then he saw a sandstorm rising from the ground, heading right for him. "Oh you've got to be kidding," he muttered and tried to brace as much as he could but it wasn't nearly enough. The wave of sand hit him like the Whomping Willow, knocking him off the rock like he was a leaf. He flew helplessly in the air, grasping around at the empty air, before he slammed into the ground, the air exploding from his lungs and his wand flying from his hand. He rolled across the ground, the impact sending him tumbling down the side of a dune. As he fell, he felt his glasses slip right off his face and before he could make a move they were gone as well. He finally slid to a stop at the bottom, covered in sand and aching all over.

He gasped and groaned at the same time, feeling like Hagrid's half-brother Grawp had just stood on him. But he couldn't afford to just lie there helplessly. The swarm was coming and now he was wandless and didn't have his glasses. He started searching, blinking in the harsh sunlight glinting off the sand. He could barely see without his glasses, everything just different shades of blur to him. He desperately scrambled around, trying to feel something, anything but all he got was more sand.

"Accio glasses!" he tried, knowing it was possible to do wandless magic but nothing happened. No glasses came flying towards him. He wasn't concentrating enough, mostly because of the fact that a swarm of ravenous monsters were flying right towards him.

"Come on, come on, come on," he said, looking around as much as he could but all he saw was different shades of yellow and beige, the glare from the sun against the sand hurting his eyes, forcing him to squint even more. It was impossible. He'd be lucky to find either his glasses or his wand and it would be miracle to find both. He looked over to where the rock towered. He could go there now, but then he would lose his wand and glasses for good. And honestly, what hope did the rock offer to him? It didn't matter if he was out in the sand or on the rock when the swarm came. It would matter if he had his wand in hand. So he kept searching.

As Harry rifled through the sand around him, he could still feel this thumping sound through the ground, sounding a lot more like punches the longer it went on. Like two giants going at it. But since when could giants fly? Whatever the case, he put it out of his mind and kept looking. Every now and then, he looked up to try and see how close the swarm was but the horizon was all still just a blur to him. He'd only really know when they were close enough that it didn't even matter if he could see them or not, he was dead either way.

It wasn't exactly a comforting thought.

After another couple of minutes, he gave up. This wasn't working. He had to try something else. He thought back to when he crashed. He had done it at the top of the dune and his wand flew out of his hand before he went rolling down the dune, which meant it could be anywhere. Then Harry stopped, backing up a little. How did he know it flew out of his hand? He was assuming it must have soared through the air and landed somewhere down here when it more likely just slipped from his hand and was now lying at the top of the dune. And his glasses. They had come off on his way down, not when he was at the bottom. So they should be somewhere on the dune.

Reenergized, Harry scrambled up the dune, reaching around as he did for his glasses. As he did, he began to notice a low sound in the background that if he concentrated sounded a lot like screeching. But he ignored it, making his way as fast as he could while trying not to miss anything, squinting wildly for any sign of his glasses or wand. As he kept going though, the sound became more and more audible until he couldn't ignore it anymore.

The creatures were coming in fast. He was running out of time.

He reached the top of the dune and sighed, not having found his glasses. But they weren't as important as his wand. With that in hand, he actually had a chance. So he moved his hands around carefully, not wanting to accidentally knock it away. He moved slowly, scanning the ground as much as he could for anything, digging a little as it might be buried thanks to the wave of sand. He could hear the screeches growing louder and felt his panic rising.

"I can't die here," he muttered. "Not after everything." He had made it through the Second Wizarding War when many didn't, many who had given their lives so he could live. His life was waiting for him, his friends and family. Ron and Hermione. Ginny. And there was no way in hell that he was going to let them down. He was going to survive this nightmare and make it back to them. He. Just. Needed. To. Find. His. Wand.

And then he found it.

He felt his breath catch as his fingers closed in on something in the sand, not daring to believe it was true. But it was, his hand enclosing it and feeling the familiar smoothness of his wand. He lifted it up and knew for sure. He had it.

Without wasting another second, he turned and yelled, "accio glasses," and a second later, he had them in hand. He shoved them onto his face and looked back at where the swarm was, feeling his breath catch. They were about 70 meters away but flying right for him, around a thousand of them, looking like giant man-bat things.

Harry turned back to the rock and raised his wand to apparate to the top. From there, he would figure out his next move, where he would apparate next. But just as he was about to spin, he saw it. Right at the foot of the rock was a large crack, one that looked just large enough to allow a skinny kid through. One that seemed to be staring right at him, as if inviting him in.

Harry glanced back up at the top but the decision was easy. He wouldn't be able to keep apparating out of harm's way. The spell wasn't meant for constant use and that swarm would always be on his tail. This way, he had a better chance. He might not know where the hole went, but hopefully it went deeper in where the swarm couldn't get him.

"Here's hoping," he muttered and spun on the spot, reappearing right in front of the hole. He staggered for a second before recovering. He looked back and saw the swarm still flying right for him, but now just a little farther away. He then faced the hole. It stretched on for a while, and he would have to keep sliding his body through it. He couldn't see an end so he just had to hope there was one. Or, if there wasn't, that the swarm wouldn't come through.

"Don't let me down," he said to the hole and then walked in. Within seconds, he had to squeeze through, grunting as the rocks bit into him as he shimmied past. He kept going, not really walking but just sliding his way against the rock walls. The further he went in, the darker it became. He kept his face pointed mostly at the exit, waiting to see if any of those creatures came crawling through. He moved carefully with his feet, making sure he didn't accidentally trip and fall. He couldn't afford any mistakes right now.

"Lumos," he said as it got darker, his wand lighting up the way. He still couldn't see too far ahead. He actually could barely look forward at all now with the way getting tighter. As skinny as he was, the cave was closing in, making it a tighter grip the further he went in. It came to the point where he had to choose which side to look at, unable to look forward anymore. He turned his head to the exit, wanting to be prepared for any of those creatures. He grimaced and winced as he kept moving, sucking in breaths as he continued to push his way in. He didn't know how long this would take. He didn't know if he was going to get stuck like this. He didn't know anything, really. He just had to keep moving.

And then he heard the last thing he wanted to hear.

"Squaw!"

Harry gritted his teeth as he saw the creature stick its head into the hole and stare right at him. Then came another. And another, and another until hundreds lined the entrance, completely closing out the light. And then the screeching started.

Harry swore and moved desperately now, pushing himself as much as he could through the cave. He raised his wand and started firing off spells at the creatures as much as he could. But with each one hit, it was like three took its place, each one scrambling over another to get at him. Harry felt his clothes catch on a sharp part of the wall and he just tore through it, scrambling to get away.

"Incendio!" he roared and a shot of flame erupted from his wand, burning into the creatures. They screamed in pain and tried to back away from it. Harry's nostrils were suddenly filled with the smell of burning flesh and smoke. He winced but kept it up, filling the cave with as much fire as he could. But pretty soon the spell ran its course and then other creatures tore through their fallen brethren to continue after him.

Harry felt a wave of relief as he felt the cave open up behind him, sliding as fast as he could for it. Hopefully it led to a larger part of the cave where he had more room to move. The creatures were coming in fast, despite the numerous spells he threw at them, blasting and stunning, shocking and binding, burning and cutting.

"Confringo! Impedimenta! Stupefy! Incendio! Incarcerous! Petrificus Totalus! Sectumsempra! Diffi-AHHH"

Harry cried out as suddenly the floor disappeared beneath his foot and he fell backwards into empty air. He spun around and held his wand out, trying to see where he was falling too. He was about to try lumos when he saw a light at the bottom, growing brighter with each second. He peered down at it and saw it was some sort of crystals emanating the light, glowing softly in the dark. He also noticed that he was approaching them at terminal speed.

"Arresto Momentum!" he yelled out and felt his speed suddenly slow down until he was now simply floating to the bottom, his feet coming to a nice rest on the ground. Harry took a second to let off a long breath before he heard the screeches again and looked around wildly for any exit. Fortunately, there was one he could see, a small dark almost-doorway in the wall. He rushed over to it and through it. But then he stopped. The creatures would still come after him. He could already hear the first few flying down. He needed to stop them.

Pointing his wand at the entrance, Harry focused and then made the motion with his wand, lifting it up in the air. The ground followed suit, rising up towards the ceiling like a waterfall in reverse. Harry held it firm, knowing if he didn't get this right, he'd have to start all over again. And he didn't have the time. He could hear the creatures flying right for him. He had to do this now.

The wall of dirt rose up steadily, following Harry's wand, until it was just about at the top. The creatures' screeches were loud now but Harry knew it was too late. He had sealed himself away.

And then, just as the new wall formed, one creature smashed through the top part right before it closed off, shaking its head. Harry cursed but managed to keep his concentration, sealing the wall completely so no other creatures could get through. He then raised his wand to attack the creature but it got to him first, slamming him into the ground, biting and scratching. Harry winced as its claws sliced into his arm. He tried to get his wand around but the creature's leg held his arm trapped, snapping down at him with only his other hand keep it at bay. He screamed out in pain and frustration, trying to push it off but the creature was too strong, clawing at his arm and chest, trying to get at him. Harry grunted, doing his best to move his trapped arm and get his wand around.

And then he felt a something move behind him. Before he could even dwell on it, he heard a roar-like sound and something large grabbed the creature off of him and smacked it hard into the wall, dropping it to the ground. As it struggled to get up, the figure smashed its large fists down onto the creature with a nasty crunching noise. Then it rose back up and looked over at Harry who, thanks to the dim light of the crystals in the chamber, got a good look at it as well and nearly backed up into the wall.

It looked like a bear, but a bear that was standing completely upright and had some sort of belt going over its shoulder. It tilted its head at him and made some sort of combined grunting and snorting noise.

"Wwhhrraaarghh" came the noise out of its mouth.

"Whoa!" Harry muttered. He kept waiting to see if it was going to attack him, just saving him from the creature so it could eat him itself. But it didn't. Instead, it held out its arm to help him up. Harry eyed it for a second before grabbing the creature's paw and rising up. He was surprised to feel opposable thumbs there. This wasn't any bear, or any bear he knew of. He'd never met a bear but it certainly looked a lot like one. He wondered briefly it was some sort of Maledictus or maybe just a wizard whose animagus spell had gone wrong.

"Uh…thanks," he nodded.

The creature made another grunting noise and nodded back.

"So, uh, do you have a name or something?" he asked. "Can you understand me?"

The creature bobbed its head and Harry's eyebrows went up. "You can?" he asked, surprised. "Oh, ok. Wait, just to be sure, raise your right han…uh, paw if you can understand me."

The creature seemed to glare at him a little at that but complied, raising its right paw up. Harry whistled softly. "Ok, wow. That is…uh. Alright. Sorry, just never met something like you before. Well, clearly you can understand me but I can't understand you, so…" he shrugged helplessly and was a little startled when the creature did the same. "So what do I call you? I mean, I could just call you 'Bear' since you sort of look like one, but if you have an actual name I'd feel sort of…wait, what are you doing?"

'Bear' had started looking around as Harry talked and was now crouching at the floor, its paw in the sand. As Harry watched, it began to move its finger around until Harry saw a C form in the sand. He blinked but kept watching as more letters came. An H. Then an E. And a W.

"Well, that's not comforting," Harry muttered under his breath, as the word 'chew' stared back at him. But 'Bear' wasn't done, making more letters until the name Chewie was spelled out for him to see.

"Chewie," Harry nodded. "I'd hate to think how you got that name, but good enough for me. Alright, Chewie. Uh…" he looked Chewie up and down as if that would help. "Uh, he or she? Or they?"

"Wwhhraaaarghhhh."

"Right. Ok, so how about right hand for he, left hand for she, and both for they."

Chewie then lifted his right hand.

"Got it. Nice to meet you Chewie," Harry said, holding out his hand and wincing as Chewie nearly tore it off as he shook it. "Firm grip, nice. Now, I don't suppose you know the way out of here?"

Chewie made another noise, gesturing for Harry to follow him as he started heading away the sealed exit. Harry had to move at a pretty quick pace to keep up with the big guy. As he did, he took a closer look. Chewie was completely covered in thick, brown hair from top to bottom, the only item of clothing being the belt wrapped over his shoulder. It was as Harry was walking behind him that he noticed what was on the belt, an enormous crossbow that looked like it could rival Hagrid's. At least, it looked like a crossbow but the more Harry stared at it, the more he realized that it was actually different. Its shape was the same, but this thing looked a Muggle had found a crossbow and added a bunch of fancy gadgets and technology to it. And there were no arrows. Harry looked at the belt again and saw that what we thought were just sections of the belt were actually small containers. To load the crossbow-thing. Harry took a longer look at Chewie. What exactly was he? Who was he?

Chewie came to a stop as they entered a new chamber. He made a grunting noise and pointed to two other tunnels, one to the left and one to the right. Chewie then gestured to the one on the right and shook his head.

"That's the one you came from?" Harry guessed and Chewie nodded. "Alright, then that one it is," he said, starting down the tunnel to the left. He was glad for the crystals lighting the place up but it was still pretty dim so he held out his wand and muttered, "lumos," letting its light fill the tunnel up. Unfortunately, it didn't reveal anything, just pushing the darkness back a bit further. Chewie stared at the wand for a second before turning back to the tunnel.

"So, Chewie," Harry said, trying to fill the silence. "How did you get here? Is this your home?"

"Whhhhrrraaarrgghhhh!"

Harry may not know what he was saying, but Chewie kept moving his head around to emphasize his points and this time he shook it vigorously. "Alright, so that's a no. Let me guess, you were minding your own business somewhere out there when the next second you were here with no idea how you got here?"

Chewie nodded emphatically.

"Yeah, same here. But why? This doesn't make any sense. Why would someone bring us here? Or was it some magical fluke?" Harry shook his head. "I don't even know where here is. You don't recognize anything do you?"

"Arrgghh," came the response along with a shrug.

"Didn't think so. Well then, we just…oh hold on," he said, seeing something in the darkness ahead. He held up his wand higher as they entered a large cavern. Harry let off a low whistle as he looked around, the place about as big as the Ministry of Magic's inner chamber. And that was just what he could make out. He squinted around, trying to get a better look. There was something up ahead, some sort of shapes or rocks. It looked like a mound of some kind. Harry stepped forward to get a better look and a loud crunch! echoed throughout the chamber. He looked down and felt his blood go cold, stepping off the skull. He looked more closely and saw bones scattered around them, Chewie making some alarmed noises as he slipped the giant crossbow of his back and into his hands.

Harry lifted his wand up again, knowing he didn't want to see what he was about to see but that he was going to have to. "Lumos maxima," he whispered and the light at the end of his wand flared out and Harry couldn't contain the gasp of pure shock and horror at what he saw. It was just heaps and heaps of skeletons around him, stretching for as far as he could see. At least thousands of them and almost certainly more.

"This is a tomb," Harry muttered, breath coming shakily as Chewie made some alarmed noises, looking around wildly at the scene. Harry turned to him. "Chewie, we need to get the hell out of this place," he said. "This…this is some burial ground or nest to some creature that killed all these people. We need-"

"No it isn't."

Both Harry and Chewie whirled at the voice. "Who are you?" Harry asked.

"No one really," came the response and Harry saw a figure rising out of the shadows from behind some rocks. But it didn't look like he'd been waiting for them, but that he'd been inspecting the bones. He still looked down at the skeletons, as if waiting for them to do something. "Just another passenger in this…journey."

"So you arrived out of the blue like we did?"

"If you mean with no warning was I dropped in this desert with no clue as to how I got here or why, then yeah. I came in here from there," he pointed to the left, away from where Harry and Chewie had just come from where Harry just saw more shadows. Must be another tunnel there. "And then I found all this."

"Yeah, you said this wasn't some creature. But it certainly looks like it. Must be its dumping ground."

"Wrong," the figure said smoothly, turning to face them. Harry blinked. It was a guy, probably only a few years older than him, with short sandy-blonde hair and a deep scar that ran down from his eye to his chin. "If that were the case, these skeletons would all be varied. But they're all the same age. Look at their condition. They've all been here the exact same amount of time." The guy nodded. "This was a slaughter pit."

"A what?" Harry breathed in horror.

"These people were led here to their deaths. Or they were hiding in here when something or someone found them. Look there in the back," he pointed and Harry saw several skeletons on the upper rocks with deep wounds across their bones, some pointedly missing. "They were trying to escape and failed. And there," he pointed again and Harry swallowed as he saw smaller skeletons among the other ones, skeletons that had to belong to children. "Families," the guy said sadly. "They didn't stand a chance."

"Bloody hell," Harry muttered while Chewie made some sad sniffling noises, kneeling beside the smaller bodies.

The guy gave Chewie a strange look. "Where'd you find him?"

"Tunnel down that way," Harry gestured behind him. "Saved my life from some flying bat-thing. Says his name's Chewie. Well, actually he wrote it in the sand for me, he doesn't really speak."

"Huh," the guy nodded. "Looks like some bear-twins I hired a while back. Of course, they weren't completely covered in fur and could still speak. Never seen anything like him before."

Harry frowned at him. "I never got your name."

"And I never got yours," the guy replied smoothly again, his face giving away nothing. "Names are powerful. They have meaning. You shouldn't throw them away carelessly."

Harry could tell the guy spoke from experience and he actually knew a little about what he was talking about. "True," he said then held out his hand. "Harry Potter."

He waited to see if there was any sign of recognition in the guy's face, but there was nothing. Either he didn't know the name or he was just very good at hiding his expressions. He eyed Harry for a moment before taking his hand. "My name's Luke," he said.

Well, I hope you're all happy with a more action-packed Harry piece cause I enjoyed writing it. Just to be clear, Harry here is from the books as well, not the films. As for the others:

Yes, that is indeed Chewbacca from Star Wars. He is from around the Mandalorian time period so about five years after Return of the Jedi. So the events of the sequel trilogy have no impact on him right now.

And yes, that is Luke Castellan from the Percy Jackson books. (Btw, Percy Jackson tv series just got greenlit which is so epic. Can't wait.)

As for the two figures fighting midair, I'm sure you all can make guesses but it will be answered in the next chapter.

Stay tuned cause more and more characters are coming in and fewer answers to go with them so I hope you're all ready for that.