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“Potter. Where we are?..”
Forest, late evening, the sky is still light, but here in the backwoods, under the crown of trees, twilight has already fallen. Malfoy walked on a on place for a moment, tripped over a snag and rapped out an oath very inelegantly.
“I have no idea,” Harry said slowly, raised his wand and commanded: “Lumos!”
The second bad news for today was that the Malfoy’s and Potter’s wands refused to work. The magic was boiling, felt, but did not go through the wand. Meanwhile, it was getting dark.
“What have I done to deserve this!..” Draco muttered briefly. “Why are you such a loser, Potter, why are you always getting into trouble!”
“Oh. So now it’s my bad!?”
In general, it was Neville’s bad, whose boiling pot blamed. The boiling potion splashed, and Harry miraculously managed to jump between it and Draco, covering her with his body. Instead of burn of boiling water on his back, Harry felt a soft push, as if apparating, and they were thrown out here. In the forest.
Harry didn't bother to remind that if he hadn’t done it, Malfoy would stand here alone. Although he really wanted to remind her this little fact. She stomped around, tripped and her thin heels sank into the ground. She looked right pathetic.
“Do something! she ordered, and Harry raised his eyebrows.”
“What can I do?” he snapped.
“Don't know! Anything! You are the boy who lived, now be the boy who gets us out of here!”
“Do you think this is how it works?”
“I don’t care how it works! But in case if you haven't noticed, we have a problem. We're in the middle of nowhere, the wands don't work, it's already night, and it's going to be cold, and we can't even make a fire!..”
She angrily made a wave of her hand, and suddenly a well-formed ball of fire fell from her fingertips. It fell on a dry branch on ground. Malfoy and Potter stared with their eyes wide open.
“Wow,” Draco said and broke into a thin smile, looking on her hand with large interest. “This is how problems should be solved. Learn, Potter.”
He snorted and threw more branches onto the fire. They crackled, and amber reflections of fire immediately began to play across the trees around. Harry looked at his hands too and tried to shake them. The first few times happened nothing, and Draco allowed herself malicious smiles. But finally sparks flew from his hand and it was possible to form a ball of fire with them.
Malfoy snorted, turned away and, with a grimace on her face, sat down on a dry round log, lamenting with all her appearance that it was a log instead of throne.
The fire was crackling, and all Harry did was putting dry wood in it. The forest sometimes reminded of itself with the cry of a night bird or the sudden creaking of branches. It was scary to sleep. At this time, they tried to understand how magic works here and transfigurea blanket from the leaves with the previously proven method - trying to shake hands. Did not work out. Finally they went to bed, wrapped in a cloaks to their noses. In the morning, when they found themselves snuggled closely and warmly to each other, they unanimously decided that the morning had not gone well.
“We need to go somewhere. And find food.”
And they go out. The forest was beautiful. It had emerald lush leafs, and was rich for a relief: Draco and Harry had already passed about three ravines. In one of them there was a stream, and they were able to drink, although the water had a strange taste. Draco grimaced her face for a long time, but eventually drank more water.
The forest seemed to be endless. Those rare berries that they found were unfamiliar, the diagnostic charms did not work no matter how much they shaked their hands, and they had to go off the potential food. Eat something strange was to dangerous. The fact that this place was not even England or Forbidden Forest became completely clear when a squirrel jumped out onto the path.
Well, at least the closest animal they tought about was a squirrel. This one on the path was gray, but with five fluffy tails and many small eyes that stared at them very inquisitively.
“We don’t have animals like that,” Malfoy said with a shock and looked around differently and more carefully with the understanding that no matter how impossible it was they had been thrown into another world. And they cannot make magic.
As it turns out, the hungry Draco goes from one extreme to another on a scale from rage “I’ll kill everyone” to pitiful whining “uuuu, get me out of here.” Hungry Harry was just angry. They were swearing for the whole forest. There were many reasons for that, fortunately they had been hating each other for seven years. After some time, having thoroughly fucked each other off, they went on different sides of the path. Since it was necessary to move in one direction anyway, Harry walked, but in the distance from Draco, looked at her narrow and arrogantly straight back with an angry sight.
They would have walked and walked like this for a long time if something ugly and hunched over hadn’t fallen out of the bushes. It looked like the revived corpse of a goblin from a bank. Draco screamed so loudly that the corpse became also frightened. Potter realized that he was too far away and rushed to the cry. Draco began to shake her hands. Just shaked. Trying to make magic.
“Why! When! This! Is! So! Necessary! It! Does not work! Harry!”
In general, Harry noticed that the creature was quite calm and peaceful and was staring wide-eyed at Draco. When she finally created a small fireball, the creature screamed in horror.
“Crazi! Crazi womin! Get this crazi womin away from me!”
“It's talking!” Draco squealed, shaked her hand again buzzed a ball of fire at the creature. The creature miraculously dodged.
Harry, realizing that she was about to fire their only chance to understand what was going on and where they were, caught her hands and instinctively pulled her closer to him.
“Glam is not IT,” the creature complained tearfully, shaking off his dirty, stinking cape.
“What’s your name then?” Harry asked calmly slowly and carefully.
“Glam's name is Glam!” explained Glam.
Draco breathed noisily somewhere under Harry's collarbones and risked looking at Glam again. Without a wand, in an unfamiliar place, she suddenly became a damsel in distress and hasn’t any reason or wish to change this status.
Glam had to be an orc. Forest orc - he clarified, because the mountain ones attacked villages and ate people or carrion, instead of the forest orcs who lived practically together with the elves and picked up good things from their neighbors. While the Hogwarts students' eyes were widening because of new information, he managed to tell his not very big biography and said that he was going to the capital or some other city to earn money (rich nobles loved to hire orcs as guards).
And Glam kindly agreed to take them, if not to the nearest village, then definitely to the capital. In the backwoods he left a cart pulled by something like a mule.
Glam made a stop when he heard screams in the forest and went to look what was going on. He fed the guys, gave Draco boots instead of terrible high-heeled shoes, and generally behaved too friendly for his appearance. But for wizards from England he was the only hope of at least getting out of the forest.