Life After Circumventing Hogwarts' Security
It's long after midnight. Professor Snape tells me the Dark Lord is impressed by my performance. At dawn, before my meeting with the dark lord, Mother comes to the hall room where I wait. She has sneaked into the room silently, but her tone is urgent when she speaks that she has come to pick me up. I am left no choice on the matter but to come along, but I understand nothing of the situation.
Before I know it, we are walking amidst the muggles. Mother orders me to speak not. We descend stairs in the middle of the muggle city street. The lights die out, 'could have been day or night time up there. Something steely arrives, I sense it, but I only see the doors opening up to me. Mother urges me inside. I don't get to speak, again.
We find the only two spare seats are those facing an old, visually-unpleasant muggle. Despite my protest, we don't move. Mother shushes me.
This compartment starts moving. Followed by a loud noise, we gain speed and the landscape of a muggle station changes to a damp, dark, goblin-like cave wall. Rings tied by cords to the roof swing from side to side. I am reminded of the reputation of the Knightbus but feel much less at ease. The lights go off momentarily and I inwardly reach for my mother. It rattles like a Gringott's cart.
A dozen stations later and the ugly muggle is gone, but we stay for three times her journey. I bit down the "are we there yet?" because mother hasn't grown tense any lesser since we boarded the muggle express.
At last, we stand and, wordlessly, like everything else, I am dragged away somewhere else... to another express. I'm growing bored but remain silent, sure not to be about spilling on magical matters with filthy muggles around; finally, we climb out the second sub-bay. I stare with panic and back at my mother because a new one is arriving.
But this time, Mother drags me the other way; we hide behind a muggle stand - the static newspapers are giving news of 'unexplainable' things. I know what is coming now and I hold to Mother's arm, it embarrasses me, how this makes me look like a toddler.
Our feet hit the snow next moment with a plastic sound. We are facing a wall, the back of a familiar-looking shop. I register Mother's slightly relaxed tone sentencing we are here.
"Draco, you are at Hogwarts."
