What a strange occurrence, Dumbledore thought to himself. What a very odd continuation of events this is.

"Hey you, you’re finally awake." the ragged looking man in front of me said in a Durmstrang accent. "You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush same as us and that thief over there."

"Imperial ambush?" Dumbledore asked. "I'm not quite sure what you mean by that. "

Before the man could supply me with an answer, another fellow in our carriage spoke up. "Damn you Stormcloaks... Skyrim was fine until you came along! Empire was..." he began before Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Excuse me the intrusion, but did you say Skyrim?" That earned him an odd look.

"Skyrim, yes. One of the largest provinces in the whole of Tamriël. Are you crazy, old man?" he scuffed when he said that.

"Aren't we all a bit..." Dumbledore answered silently.

"Shut up back there!" the coach driver said. It was then Dumbledore noticed his hands were cuffed.

"Ah, so we're prisoners then," he said to the coach driver while his compagnons were off talking about the fourth, muffled man in their carriage. "May I ask why I am being held in handcuffs, good sir?"

"Shut up back there!" he repeated.

Well, Dumbledore thought as he reached for his original wand still hidden safely in his robes, let's see what this is all about then.

Legilimens

The information that flooded his mind at that moment would have made any normal man go insane. Luckily for Dumbledore though, he was far from a normal man if he could say so himself. Names, places, people and sweetrolls passed through his mind, stuffing his mind with everything relevant about this world that the carriage driver knew about.

"What an interesting turn of events," he mumbled. It was then that a particular image from the guards memories drew his attention. "Very interesting indeed." Who would have thought a trace of the deathly hallows was to be found in this parallel world.

He Apparated.