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The only thing that Harry could make out from his splitting headache was that he had, somehow, been abducted from the Great Hall.
After learning the news from his headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, that Hagrid was the new Care of Magical Creatures professor, there was a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Remus Lupin (who had helped him against the stray dementor that attacked Harry in the train), and the fact that these monstrous dementors will be circling the Hogwarts grounds 24/7, Harry felt that his day could not get any worse.
That is when, in fact, his day got sufficiently worse.
Sitting up, he took in his surroundings.
The room he found himself in was a medium sized auditorium that had bluish-grey carpet covering the ground and a decent echo. The ceiling was in shambles, and the walls were in a bit of disrepair except for the one that faced him; it had a large, almost new flat screen television on the wall with a pair of speakers on either side.
Harry knew what a television looked like, living in a muggle household most of his life, so he recognised the screen on the wall to be for watching media. However, he was still astonished at it's gargantuan size and high quality.
Scouring the room once more, he saw many people he knew: Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, the Weasley parents and several professors were discussing on the opposite side of the room, while others like Malfoy and a girl he did not recognise sat by themselves.
Hermione was the one to first notice his consciousness, rushing over to him with Ron and giving him a tight hug.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm... fine, just a bad headache," he croaked, being helped to his feet by Ron. "Where are we?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out," Ron said, looking around with disgust. "They've taken our bloody wands!"
Harry was shocked. He quickly patted his pockets, realising that his wand was also missing. "Wh- how?"
"That's what the professors and Mrs and Mr Weasley are trying to find out. They've been looking for an exit for almost a half hour now!"
With Hermione and Ron's new information, Harry felt like his brain would explode. Not only was Harry passed out for more than 30 minutes past his friends, but somehow everyone's wands have disappeared. How is it possible that he could have been brought here with no recollection at all, and with his wand being taken alongside that?
Making accidental eye contact with Draco, who looked a little like a sad puppy sitting on the floor, he decided to avoid the boy and instead went up to the girl sitting in a corner, who had eerily been observing him this whole time.
"Hiya, are you okay?" Harry asked the girl, who smiled and slowly nodded.
"I'm fine, thank you." She replied, her voice dream-like and floaty. Her platinum-blonde hair caught the glistening light of the multiple bulbs of the ceiling, and her blue garments alerted to him that she was from Ravenclaw. "Something has upset you today, hasn't it?"
Harry looked at her, dumbfounded. "Uhh... I guess?"
"Hmm," She observed, looking around the room.
"I'm Harry," he introduced himself.
She smiled at him once more. "I know. You're quite famous," she replied.
He felt a little awkward, especially now noticing the adults beckoning him over. "I've got to go, uhh... see you later?"
"Bye Harry." she waved, oblivious that he was waiting for an introduction.
Harry walked off, still missing her name. Oh well, at least he tried. He kind of liked her vibe; he could tell she was sweet.
Ah he walked up, Molly Weasley pulled Harry into a hug, making sure that he was unhurt. "This is a horrible situation, sweetheart." She said, almost to reassure not just him but herself.
"You were out of it for quite a while, Harry!" Fred teased, nudging his shoulders. Harry grinned at the familiar brother duo.
"Well, Harry, you haven't missed much," Professor McGonagall said, looking exasperated. Snape sneered at Harry, not bothering to address him at all but instead continue trying to figure out any hidden doors.
"Glad you're finally awake, Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling at him, which made Harry smile back and feel comforted in the presence of someone who could protect everyone if need be.
Harry spotted his DADA teacher over mulling in a corner, stroking his chin wistfully. When Remus looked up, he smiled at Harry and gave him a small wave.
All of a sudden, the speakers that had remained dormant this whole time turned on, releasing a horrible screech that caused many to clamp their ears. Finally, once the atrocious sound had stopped, a voice cut through all of the confused chatter.
"Greetings, wizards and witches. Fear not, for all will be explained in a little while. If you could please find a seat everyone, that would be helpful."
"WHO ARE YOU?!?" George yelled, jittery.
"WHERE ARE OUR WANDS?" Professor Snape demanded, his brow furrowed in anger.
"HOW DID WE GET HERE?" Ron shouted, aiming it at the source of the voice.
"Please do not yell; I promise I will explain everything."
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"It's a muggle thing, watching the tele," Harry explained to his baffled audience.
"Just like how in the wizarding world, we have animated portraits, in the muggle world, we have moving 'videos' that are watched," Hermione added.
"And what's the purpose of these so called 'videos'?" Arthur asked, genuinely curious as he adored muggle culture.
"For entertainment," the unknown speaker replied.
"So we're being used for entertainment?" Snape drawled, sceptical.
"No, you are watching the entertainment!"
"Which is us?" Ron confirmed.
"Basically."
"I don't get it, how did you get footage of us anyway?" Hermione inquired.
"Don't fret about things beyond your comprehension. I am sure you will find all of this information useful, especially considering it involves the future..."
"The future?!?"
"It can't be!"
"Not possible..."
"Oh, but it is. You will see that there is not much I am limited to. So get comfy, because we are starting with content from many years back!"
to be continued!