Fated Sky
SnowyScales
Part 1
Harry was just getting settled into his room at Hotel Krebs in Interlaken, when he heard about the accident. He had turned on the tv in the muggle hotel room, and it had been set to a local news channel, which was talking about how the train leaving Zermatt had been swept off the tracks by an avalanche.
Harry was bloody glad he'd decided to leave the Panorama Ski Lodge earlier, or otherwise he'd have been on the train on the news. He did hope the people on the train were okay.
Over the course of the next few hours, the passengers were rescued – miraculously none had died, though there had been many injuries after all. Watching the passengers leaving the train to get into the rescue vehicles, Harry's attention was caught.
Coming out of the train was a man, dressed in a suit and fedora that were surprisingly immaculate, and he had the weirdest curly sideburns that Harry had ever seen. He had an odd feeling in his chest, tight and aching. He felt like he knew this man, recognised him somehow.
Harry dismissed the feeling and turned off the tv, all the passengers were safe and nobody was badly hurt. He went to turn in for the night, he had a busy day tomorrow. It was going to be his birthday, and he'd have to apparate back to England to see the Weasley's and Hermione, and everyone else.
He didn't notice he was rubbing his arm, where his Words lay on his skin in bright yellow and dark indigo.
You have no idea how much bloody research I did for Words. Even before I decided to make a nobody-dies version and write this. So much research.