It’s your average day at hogwarts, the first years being made fun of by eighth years, Slytherin and Gryffindor’s fighting. Harry, Ron and Hermione are at the quidditch field with Draco, Ginny, Luna, Fred and George. They’re all talking and what no and then a portal opens, and people fall out of it. The wizards don’t know who they are but they are Class 1-A. They groan and hold their heads.

Hermione: Oh lord are you ok?

Ron: Bloody hell mate you good?

Harry: Do you need help..?