Araluen:
Harry's vision cleared up again and he found himself standing at the railing of a ship.

"What the-" He was cut off by a scream, stifled hastily. He turned around and met the wide eyes of a girl about a year younger than himself. She was staring at him in wonder and fear.

"Who-who are you? Where's Will?" He looked at her confused, and before he could answer that he had no idea what was going on he heard a deep voice boom behind him,

"Who in Gorlog's name are you?" He spun around again, coming face to face with a person of a massive build. He was reminded of Hagrid, but he had never seen any of these people. Harry was speechless,

"I-I-I-I--" he regained control of himself and tried again, "My name is Harry. Harry Potter." If he had expected any kind of reaction, he was mistaken. He was grabbed by the scuff of his neck from behind by another massive figure.

"It don't matter who is. Question is can we still sell him for profit."

"I believe the answer to that is yes, so if you can all stop gaping like a bunch of toddlers we can actually GET BACK TO WORK!" The last part was bellowed and Harry clapped his hands to his ears to stop them from bursting. The person in front of him grinned sheepishly as he glanced over his shoulder towards the figure of another burly man.

"Aye Skirl!" The he gestured to the man still holding Harry. "Drop 'im." Harry felt the hand let go and he crumpled to the deck. As the men all walked away the girl approached him cautiously.

"You okay?" She asked. He nodded and swallowed before answering.

"Who are you? Where am I? Who are these people? Where are we going? And what did he mean sell us?" She smiled weakly at him and sighed,

"You sounded like Will just then." She held up a hand to forestall his questions. "Will is the person you apparently seemed to have replaced. And in answer to your earlier questions, I'm Evanlyn, we are on a wolf ship to Skandia to be sold as slaves, and these are Skandians. Now, who are you?"

"I'm Harry Potter. I'm a wizard at a school called Hogwarts." Evanlyn's eyes widened considerably.

"You can do magic, can't you!" She gasped wonderingly. Harry nodded and smiled ruefully.

"And if I could I would apparate us out of here, but I seem to have lost my wand." Evanlyn stretched her arms before proposing her idea.

"So, you should tell me more about yourself. I mean," she spread her hands to indicate her surroundings. "we have all the time in the world right now. Then I'll tell you everything I know." Harry smiled warmly at the girl.

"Gladly. I'll be glad to take some of the the stress off my shoulders by finally telling someone. I'm not supposed to tell anyone except Ron and Hermione, my best friends, but I don't think you count since you're, what, from a different dimension or something?" Evanlyn shrugged.

"I guess so." Harry took a deep breath and began.

"My friends and I were entrusted by Dumbledore, the former headmaster of Hogwarts, to complete a mission: to destroy Voldemort's horcruxes." Evanlyn looked at him weirdly.

"Horcruxes? Voldemort? What are those." Harry sighed exasperatedly.

"I forgot you don't know anything. Maybe I should start from the beginning. It all began when Dumbledore visited Voldemort, back then he was known as Tom Riddle, at an orphanage..."

I'll just stop it there. I don't want to have to write the entire backstory; everyone reading this should already know it. Okay until next time, where we will be seeing how Will is coping! Bye my rangers in training... BYE!!!!!!!!!