A Wand Away

You, a muggle, knows Dumbledore?

Annahale's POV:

I love Elizabeth as my best friend, but sometimes she can be such an idiot. She told everything to those two boys we don't know, Kaz and Oliver. Such weird and peculiar names. This is just perfect. We are on a bionic island in our robes, with only our wand. No owl, no Firebolt, and no potions ingredients. But I was thinking that what if He-who-must-not-be-named hid a horcrux here or at least near this strange place. This might be a good thing.

"So Annahale, what do you think we should do?" Elizabeth asked me, as though I should know.

"I don't know, you're the smart one." I stated plainly. "But I was thinking about He-who-must-not-be-named. What if there is a horcrux around here? I mean he wouldn't keep them all at his side, would he? He's not that stupid." I asked her, hoping she would understand. She understood where I was going with the concept but was still a little confused by the idea.

"That's a possibility, but we can't stay here long. You know that you and your brother are in danger. We must get back to Hogwarts." She told me. I nodded in agreement with her statement.

We were casually strolling along the future-looking halls of this strange academy, trying to fit in. Yeah, believe me, we got some strange looks. We were hoping to find some one who could be of more help than the two we met earlier.

Minutes passed and about a Care with Magical Creatures class passed. Great, I'm missing classes and not to mention how pissed off Dad will be. We finally came across a young dark-skinned boy walked out of the room on the right.

"Hey, who are you two girls and where did you come from?" He asked, looking around the hall to see if anyone else was around. He was maybe a little taller than Harry, but certainly not as tall as Fred and George.

I opened my mouth to speak a non-truth to hide our identity, but Elizabeth blurted out before me.

"We are students at Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry." Oh sure, why not? just tell the whole world that there's a school in London that teaches people how to fly on brooms, make potions, and cast spells. Yeah, because that's perfectly normal.

"No way! There is no such thing as witches, wizards, and magic. You two are lost, you need to go home." He told us. Rude much?

"Yeah, we totally would, but that's sort of a problem because we don't know how to get back to London." I argued. "And magic is real!"

"Oh okay, well prove it. Cast a spell. Show me what you got!" He demanded. Okay, he wants to see some magic? Here goes nothing. I whipped out my willow wand with a Phoenix feather in the center from my robe pocket.

"Wingaurdium Leviosa." I whispered, pointing my wand towards him. When he started to levitate in mid-air, his eyes went wide and he started freaking out.

"Okay, I believe you. Can you put me down now?!" He panicked. I discontinued the spell and he dropped to the ground, on his back, landing with a thud. "So why are you two here? Are you intruders?! Are you after the Daven-Chase?!" He asked again.

"Oh for the love of Snape. Of course we're not after the Daven-Chase. We already told you. We are from London and trying to get back to Hogwarts!" Elizabeth told him, fiercely. I just rolled my eyes.

"Okay, okay." He threw his hands up in surrender. "Then how did you get here, from this place called Wart on a Hog." Is he serious?! Wart on a Hog?!

" It's Hogwarts." She corrected him. "We came through this wormhole, she built." I said, pointing to Elizabeth.

"Interesting. I don't think that I ever got your names." He stated.