The blast from the amulet's activation was powerful enough to throw Draco and Ginny to the ground. Ginny moved her arms from her head and looked around. Her eyes widened in shock. They weren't near the Quidditch pitch anymore. In fact, it looked as if they weren't even on Hogwarts grounds. Around them were lush green grasses and flowering foliage. Towering trees blocked most of the setting sun's rays and Ginny's view of almost anything else. As far as she could see, they were in the middle of a fairly large forest. Other than that, Ginny had no idea where they were. She looked at Draco. Having gained his bearings, he had stood up. His hands were propped on his hips as he surveyed his surroundings. "Where are we?" she asked him.
Draco brushed dirt off his clothing. "I haven't a clue. This is all your fault. If you hadn't been such an idiot about giving it back before..."
"Well, if you had told me!"
"I shouldn't have needed to tell you!"
Ginny snorted. "Yeah, like I would have trusted you. You hate me, my family, my friends, Gryffindor House. You, everyone is assured, are a Deatheater. But, no, sure, I'll trust the Prince of Slytherin. As soon as You-Know-Who invites me to dinner!"
They stood in a painful silence for a long time. Ginny started to shift her weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. She finally turned around. "Do you know where we are?" she asked, sighing heavily and avoiding his eyes.
Draco answered, his face impassive, "Where do you think we are?"
"I don't know, France? Honestly, Malfoy, all I know is that we're not where we're supposed to be."
Draco smirked. "You've got that last part right." He kept the amused smile on his face. In actuality, Draco didn't think the situation was very funny at all.
"Where are we, then?" Ginny asked impatiently.
Draco looked ahead. The forest had a dirt path that lead deeper into it. He couldn't tell from where they were standing how long their trek might be. "Well, Weasley, you may be content with repeating that question, but I'm going to find out."
Ginny rolled her eyes. With that, they starting walking down a path of which neither truly knew the destination.
The light through the trees was dimming, and the day was slowly coming to an end. The air became a bit cooler, and Ginny was glad she had her sweater today to keep her warm. Draco was muttering to himself and pointing his wand in different directions, trying to orientate himself. Ginny just followed him quietly. For a random place to be stuck in, it was rather pretty. Crickets chirped quietly, fireflies dotted the trees with light, and it gave her a peaceful feeling to be there. Putting her hands in her pockets, she strolled up to Draco.
"Found what you were looking for yet?" she asked innocently.
"If I'd found something, I wouldn't still be looking." Draco shook his head in annoyance and continued looking at his wand in hopes of direction.
"So what are you looking for?"
Draco ignored her and pointed his wand to the left, then the right. Frustrated with the lack of results, he shook his wand. Nothing happened. Sighing, he sat down, leaning against a tree.
"I tried a directional charm, but I got nothing. I've been trying to figure out where we could be, but geographically, I don't know."
Ginny looked confused. "But you know where we are otherwise? Er, non-geographically?"
Draco sighed again. "Unfortunately." He put away his wand and continued, "A long time ago my mother received the amulet from her father as a gift. She used the amulet when she was deciding whether to marry an old suitor of hers or not. I never asked what happened with him, but I suppose she made up her mind and married my father instead." Ginny nodded, wondering what the point of all this would be. "I think we're in Lyseria."
"Lyseria? I thought you didn't know where we were."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You've never heard of Lyseria being on a map, have you?"
Ginny thought a moment. "Well, no, but..."
"That's because it's not."
Ginny looked perplexed. "Where is it then? If we're in Lyseria but it's not anywhere you could find on a map, then where could we possibly be?" She looked at her surroundings. "Why are we here anyway?"
Draco shrugged. "To be honest, I'm not completely sure where Lyseria is supposed to be. All I know is that it does exist, and that we're here." He paused. "But I don't know why you're here."
"What? Why..."
"If you had given the damn thing back when I told you to the first time, everything would have been how it was supposed to be!"
Ginny folded her arms across her chest. "If it was so important to you, you shouldn't have been so careless with it!"
They sat in silence again. This was becoming a pattern with them, but neither seemed too eager to break that pattern. Draco started walking along the path again, this time by the light of his wand. Ginny hesitated. She didn't want to be left alone in a strange, slowly darkening place. Reluctantly, she followed. Every so often Draco would look behind him to make sure she was still following. As much as he'd like to deny it, he didn't want her lost and alone here. He knew better.
Ginny walked by the light of her wand. She could see Draco's light in the distance, but she vowed not to stay too close. Who did he think he was to treat her like that? If he had information she should know why wouldn't he just tell her? Why did he have to be so damned shady all the time? "Slytherins," Ginny sighed.
Keeping pace with Draco was fairly difficult. The path wasn't always clear, and Ginny spent more time climbing over fallen branches and debris than he did. Draco's light shone at the top of the hill Ginny was climbing. She was quickly losing ground, and soon she wouldn't see his light at all as he headed down the opposite side of the hill. Breaking into a run, Ginny tried to catch up. Unexpectedly, a large branch fell from a tree in front of her. Ginny stumbled, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
Draco reached the top of the hill. From there he could see the end of the forest, although it was a distance away. Smiling with the accomplishment of scaling the hill, he turned to check on Ginny. Last he had seen, she had not been too far behind him. However, as he looked back to find her light, it was gone. Frowning, he started walking back down the hill. Why hadn't she been more careful? Couldn't she see she was wasting time? Draco looked more carefully for any signs of her. Earlier, he had heard her footsteps in the distance, now he heard nothing. With a sudden burst of speed, Draco ran to find her.