Weirdness issues in my dreams.
I don't own harry potter.
I leaned against my window. If you looked into my compartment, all you would see is three bored third years. But, in reality, we were on edge. After Dumbledore's death last year, my four best friends, Montry, Lucy, Sarah, and Morgan have planed that if something happens we'll leave before we even got to school. I had sent Lucy to Scout ahead to the school. Being an animagus that became a swallow, she could get there and back fast.
I watched for any signals from my feathered friend. We sent her as soon as the train was away from king's cross. "Kimmy, relax. Lucy will be back and probably going to tell us McGonagall is Headmistress." said Montry soothingly, just showing how worried she was. Normally, at this point, she'd be talking about fiery train crashes that took place over the summer. The silence was unsettling. I nodded but didn't look away from the window. Then, I saw her. Lucy was flying erotically in large circles.
I stood and squinted at it and gasped "That's Lucy! She's coming this way!" I yanked open the window and the tiny purple swallow swooped in. With a pop, Lucy took it's place on the seat panting. "We(pant) n-need to(pant) g-get off th-the train! Death(pant) Death-eaters are coming to search the train!"