A few miles west of the Grand Canyon, Hermione Lion Herated and Mecha Granger 20-30 had finally come to an agreement. But sadly for them they hadn't come into an agreement with Giga Granger yet, and that was what they had set out to do…

A few hours ago

The two thirds of a Golden Trio, on vacation in America, had come upon Gina Granger in a state of momentary inmodesty. She had failed to put on a shirt before the jaw struck foreigners had caught sight of her bare chest, fllung out in the breeze for all to see. And they saw… and they saw all…

So that's why Giga Granger ran off into the desert to get away from the peeping Hermione's… She kept on running until all of her Ankle component-selves within were almost dead with exhuastion and so she hads to slow down again, that's when the not so Golden Duo snuck up on them again and Giga had gone ahead and forgetten to grab her shirt with her as she ran away.

But just in time, to quell the flames of the Giga Fury about to wind her way Mecha Granger revealed what she had been hiding behind her back all that time. It was Giga Grangers shirt!

A long tense silence crawled by while everyone worked out just what was going on and got on the same page.

"But how can so many Hermione's live together and not bicker and be hindered by a sort of internal red tape situation ?" the girl with the lion heart wanted to know.

Giga Granger took a long drag on her cigarette and stretched out alittle, this answer would take some time. But it was a good answer to give and a great thing to be asked for, she figured. Now that she understood that The Time Child and Mecha Granger 20-30 were not perverted and really did have her best interests in mind they were all chatting casually with each other, with none of the tension of their earlier exchange.

"Well gee," Giga Granger finally managed, "I guess it's like living in an apartment complex, but the complex is also made out of you and all of your neighbours?"

"Oh, okay, thanks. I think that really explains a lot about your inner workings and motivations." She replied.

Meanwhile. On the plane.

The creature continued to hold onto Harry as he struggled to extricate himself from the horrible situations he had become. All he pitiful wailing and flailing did no good as the best kept a tight grip upon him and dragged him all the way into a nearby bathroom. The lavatory was obviously out of order, or the light would have been on and door not just left open all willy nilly, but that was just how the "Creature" wanted it best. Harry kept up his grim resistance though, even until the bitter end, he roared throatily, or would have that is, if the "Creture" hadn't kept "it's" "claws" clamped over his jaws.

"Oh help me pleas this thing has Rabies or I don't know what all, please!" he would have cried out, if he could have. But his lpis were sealed.

Just as Harry was on the very brink of fainting, a strange sound distracted his fear out of the forefront of his thoughts. There were… people! People just like Harry and Ron and Hermione and all the others, but what were they doing here! Of all places? This section of the plane is in a state of obvious disrepair, Harry knew, so why did these fool hardy people not even care that the section of the craft could be dangerous or off limits? But when the group came into view Harry's suspicious were finally put to ease. They were completely quelled.

The people that walked out in front of the door of the lavatory were about four in number, though in intimadation stature they stood taller and number much more. They were all well muscled, even the women, and one of them he couldn't see because it were standing behind a large muscular Amercian fellow with a lot of tattoo's. Harry couldn't really make them out very well from his cramped hiding spot (keep in mind that the monster is holding onto him right now so there's two people in the stall) but one of the tattoes said "forever alive 1987, never forget" and had a heart with arrows through it, the others were indescipherable, just globs of ink on skin as far as Harry could see.

All four of these passengers, if paying passangers they were nad not actually stow aways or worse, were clearly trouble as far as Harry could see. They walked out in front of the door when he got a good look at them again and they almost saw him. He figured it would be troulbe for him if they did see him too, so he was almost glad that the monster had caught him, but he knew once the coast was clear it was feeding time for the beast of flight 73 as far as Harry knew.

But what Harry didn't know was that they "Beast" wasn't really a monster at all… but a normal, on some levels at least, little teenage girl. She hated her real name and didn't go by it anymore.

"All my friends call me Spiders," she said, lighting a cigarette.

Harry could see why, she had dyed her hair pitch black and dread locked it into eight long spider leg like hair spikes, she also had several tarantuals crawling all over her at any time. But she liked them that way, they were all her pets and each had a secret name.

"I can see why," Harry said, admiring her spiders.

"Just kidding," Spiders said, she punctuated what she said with a draw from her cigarette, "I don't have any friends?"

Harry didn't know what to do. She was obvioulsy a weird girl and they had gotten off on a bad foot when they met but he didn't want her to feel sad, so, "I'll be your friend… Spiders," he said.

It worked! She cheered up and he figured he did owe her after all when she had saved him from that roving gang earlier it had really paid off for him. Because after all, that's how he met his new best friend who had lived a hard life and could steer him down the paths of a rocky adolescence from the passenger bay. Harry desperately wished Ron were around to share in his woe, but Padma had dumped him for some redneck and he couldn't think of any other people who knew Ron well enough to be asked where he is.

So instead he basked in the darkened embrace of the goth crowd on the plane. Soon enough he had started painting his nail and also switched from smoking Newports to clove cigarettes. His musica taste was changing as well, he liked a lot of Depeche Mode and Good Charlotte now that he was a troubled teen. He bought an over priced The Used t-shrit on-line.

Harry didn't really have much time to think about his old, sane, boring safe life that he had once taken for so much granite. For example one of the things he had never thought highly enough of was a good meal and a nice and full belly. He and Ron, oh Ron, how he missed that boy. But anyway, he and Ron used to scarf down their meals at Hogwarts. All that food that just magically came to them and they didn't even value it properly, instead they had gorged themselves and had eaten as much of that as they could have and sometimes and then some.

So it was only natural that now Harry felt guilty for abusing his food. Because with the new crowd he rolled with eating was a rare and often dangerous privalege. The people here would take anything and everything, sort of like Padma Patil, but with tattoos, weapons and a surly demeanor.

"Tell me about yourself." Spiders told Harry.

"Okay where to begin," Harry needed a moment to think and so he threw her off for a second to come up with a good lie, but right as he was about to open his mouth there but guess who showed up was Draco Malfoy, skulking about!
"For starters, I HATE Draco! " Harry yelled, he didn't care who heard him. Draco hadn't noticed him until then and stopped dead in his tracks. He was drawfed by all the tall, muscular inmates of the bad side of the plane and he was only twelve and small for his age.

Harry didn't care, he kept on, he said, "Draco is awful. Nobody likes him not even himself!" Harry felt the thrill of an acid tounge and briefly wished the sorting hat had put him in Slytherin during his firts year so he could have properly excercised it. But the Gryfindors didn't go in on each other like that so he didn't have much pracitce as shit talking. But it didn't seem to matter as Draco was obvioulsy not even in the mood for their usual back and forth. Despite himself, Harry was so stunned by this irregularity that he was almost even tempted to ask Draco if he was feeling quite himself?

Draco pretended he had not even heard Harry. Harry blushed a fierce shade of scarlet, the worst a man can get. Instead of getting into a fight with Harry Draco just kept doing what he was going to do and asked someone about what they knew when it came to magic perception, the artifacts of the dead.

A hush fell. It was a strict Taboo not to talk about the afterlife because of all of it's occult machinations and dangers… and from so young a soul none the less…

Because of his rash words in the face of adversity all of the fringe element were much more inclined to be empathetic to Draco over Harry, especially when they heard of his extraordinary gift.

A thin waif of a goth, spaghetti noodle ankle tight black jeans and Nightmare Before Christmas hoodie on rushed past Harry to go talk to Draco. It was just like the time he and the Golden Trio had slain Voldemort at the very outskirts of time and the girls ahd gotten all the credit. Harry tried to roll his eyes at Spiders, so at least she could share in his obvious exasperation with this junior upstart but she too was in rapt attention to what Draco was saying.

"I thought you were different!" Harry wailed, and ran streaming from the room, tears reaching down his face to the floor in a trail of sorrow that ran ever after him. Spiders didn't even notice him though, Draco had told her that he could tell that she felt impressed by his power and wanted to know what was in store for her in her upcoming school year.

Draco hardly needed his pyschic ability to inform Spiders about Hogwarts since it was where he was headed off to as well, so he told her all about it. At first he told her about all the different houses, and his favorite house, Slytherin most of all. Spiders sat in rapt attention, smoking a clove every now and then when the urge struck her. Draco went on and on, he told her about the school's owlery, and how you could use the owls at the school if you didn't have one of your own. But then his reminiscencions took a turn for the darker. In fits and starts he told her about the sad side of Hogwats, the parts they didn't tell you about on the website and the things they didn't include in the pamphlets and brocures you got in the mail.

Draco worried a little bit about putting her off of her ease by being so dark but to his grim fancy she seemed to be taking well to it so he continued to talk about sad things. He told her about moaning myrtle.

"Wow," Spiders responded, "Myrtle sounds like a hero right."

"Yeah, I know," Malfoy agreed. He told her some other sad things to like how Kraug got paralyzed and the way Susan Bones went missing. He couldn't tell her everything, of course...

"Well… he said, there's Nearly Headless Nick! Oh and the lake,right? It has a giant squid in it!" He got really excited since he was only twelve and still just a little boy, but Spiders found his youthfull exuberance was a welcome counter balance to the usual post apathetic malaise that surrounded her and so she smiled.

"It sounds like a wonderful place, really it does," she told him she was excited to go to Hogwarts this year too.

Meanwhile, after the Velociraptors had begun their attack on the town that Saturnalia and Hermione live in.

Hermione ran from the store room into the open front yard. The town had caught a foul wind on the horizon, word of the dinosaurs plot to erradicate them and take back the planet and so they had armed themselves to the teeth and were ready to fight one by one till the last one died.

Hermione could tell that as far as anyone was concerned this was finally going to end, once and for all, "It's about time!" One man in the crowd yelled out.

"That's right," agreed apothocary Longbottom. He was leading the mob. He raised his weapon above his head, "ever since that old fool Albus concocted that damnable serum these magical monsters have haunted our peaceful village once and for all!" He took a pause to catch his breath, such was his magnatism that no one mistook it for the end of his speech and waited patiently, "well, I say, give em death! If they want to kill? Death! If they want our lands? Death! Maybe they just want a place to live and grow, you might say, well, I say, Give. Them. Death!"

The crowd roared so loud the tree tops swayed to their fury. A stray cloud detached from its retinue to the north east and briefly scoured across the face of the moon causing the night to momentarily loose its luster and luminosity. When the light returned to greet the villagers was the sight of all of the velociraptors, they had ridden in on the wings of a storm and the torrential winds and rains raged and howled about them as they aprroached, ripping up great furrows of earth.

Could the terrified humans have seen well enough in the dark they would have been even further terrified to learn that the velociprators weren't walking as first assumed but levitating above the ground a thorough 6 or 7 inches from the earth. They glided through the mists of the storm they had summoned and came to meet the villagers and introduce them to their deaths.

What seems like ages ago, an eccentric old man had tried to concoct a magic potion in a dimension that didn't have so much as a speck of magic. The old man's name was Albus and he had almost succeded, but the one thing that Albus didn't know was that he had gotten his potion wrong and instead of creating magic… well…

The velociraptors reached the first line of the villagers and began to intensify their assualt. Up until that point that had just been trying to scare and dispirit the humans with the fierce magical storm they had called down but now it was time to get down to business. Their leader, Red Claw, took the first life. A small farm hand, skinny for his age and barely a man grown, he was cut down by Red Claw's infamous toe nail. His intestines and guts spilled from his stomach in a welter of gore and viscera until there was nothing left inside him at all.

The towns people were disheartned by such a poor start to their fight but soon they picked it back up and began to deal some damage right back to the beasts that assailed them so.

"We just want to live in peace and why are you doing this!" Cried out Saturnalia, hoping to end the madness. Her twin sister Hermione, with her unatural Golden colored hair (in this dimension every one has green colored hair) was right there with her, side to side, arms clapsed. They had forgiven each other in the face of their mutual destruction.

The Raptors paid her no mind and conitued to slash and bite, to tear and maim. One man was killed when Red Claw sliced his stomach open with his vicious curving fore leg claw. Another fell, intestines streaming to ground to die beside his fallen comrade. Saturnalia stamped her feet on the muddy blood slicked earth in utter exasperation. It was obvious that no one here was willing to act rational or even think about what they did before they did it.

As all twins have a special bond, Hermione and Saturnalia also shared a mysterious link. They didn't really have a word for it, because they didn't think about it in that way, the way of reasoning and labels, but they more felt… felt that they would always be connected, and sometimes, their thoughts were. This was one of those times. Hermione could tell that Saturnalia was feeeling utterly unaprecciated and ignored and she slipped down from her war horse to slid a comforting hand up the small of her forlorn twin's back. Without a word of preamble they locked eyes, winking, "lets!" they said in unison, and the two ran. They ran far away from the blood and the crying, they ran to a new land world, a world where they could be free, a world

apart.