* So, here you go, the second installement! Make sure to read, 'Tales of The Forgotten'! I hope you enjoy the first chapter, though!

** Just to get it out of the way, I do not own Harry Pooter (JK Rowling) or Doctor Who (BBC)

Clara felt a whirring sound flash by her, and she realized that the world was spinning. Clara collapsed to her knees, as she was getting nauseous. Suddenly, the feeling stopped.

Clara got up, and checked her magic watch. It was just before eleven o'clock, and it was… September first…

But that couldn't be right. It had just been late June, and Clara had just gotten off the Hogwarts Express to go home.

Another pang of nausea targeted Clara's gut.

Clara was picked up her father after saying 'goodbye' to John. She was saddened when John hadn't written to her over the summer, though she wasn't surprised. Clara's father had to leave Clara early on the platform, as he was going to be late.

Clara clenched her jaw. She remembered these memories, but they just seemed wrong. It was like someone was taunting her…

But, Clara disregarded the fact, and kept going acting as if she were just paranoid. It was her second year now, and she had been through so much. Yet, her last year seemed just like yesterday… or more like… five minutes ago…

The Hogwart's Express whistle blew, so Clara trudged onwards.

Clara looked throughout the train for her friends. She immediately found Ginny alone in a compartment, playing with her wand.

"Ehem," Clara said.

Ginny looked up and smiled brightly. "Clara!" She said, while crushing Clara in a hug. "I missed you so much! Can you believe it? It's our second year!"

"It's John's third," Clara muttered.

Ginny wrinkled her nose. "That just means he gets more homework."

"Yeah, but he never does it!"

Ginny laughed, and Clara had to admit, it was nice seeing her friend so happy. After everything that occurred last year… many people just wouldn't be able to return to normal.

Clara sat down, and smoothed her skirt. She started talking to Ginny about random things, like their summers, family,what they wanted to do this year. All nice-talk.

Then, a knock came from the compartment door. Clara turned to see a wild-looking John standing outside. Clara stood up, and let him in.

"Hey," he said coolly.

Clara had to admit, she wasn't sure what to think of John now. He was sporting a black shirt with a black jacket that had red trim. His pants were also black, and he wore black boots. It might've sounded weird, but it looked good. It matched John's personality. But, Clara couldn't get over John's hair, which was now sticking up and curling on the ends.

Clara realized that she had been staring, and offered John to take a seat.

"Thanks."

"No problem," Clara said. "So, you signed up for every class, right? You sound like Hermione."

John groaned. "I don't like being compared to her. She honestly thinks she's so amazing."

Ginny frowned, but Clara quickly brought up a new discussion. "So, you have new books, right?"

John grimaced, his attempt at a smile, "Yeah, the one on divination is a load of rubbish. You can't see into the future!"

"Maybe," Clara said with hesitation.

"But, you can know it, feel it," John continued. "Time is honestly one of the scariest things I've encountered. Everything ends, eventually. Everything must turn to dust."

Clara frowned. John seemed a little too familiar with this topic.

Ginny and Clara continued to talk about whatever. John had rummaged through his bag and pulled out a book. Clara hadn't even noticed the time fly by until she noticed the that started pelting on the window, and Clara was forced to look outside.

Clara frowned as the window became slate grey, then completely black. But that wasn't right, they still had a couple hours until the sun went down.

Still, John was invested in his book. Clara couldn't deny that she was starting to panic a little. The lanterns were flickering, and in a second, the all blew out.

Clara was lost in the darkness.

"Hey! Who turned out the lights?" John asked, accidentally brushing against Clara's leg.

"I-I don't know," Clara stammered. It was getting progressively colder.

"I need to find Ron!" Ginny said.

"It's not safe, Ginger!" John warned.

"But, I need to know whether my brother is safe."

"It's just a power issue."

"We don't have power issues. It's a magic train, you idiot!" Ginny said in a frustrated tone.

"Ginny," Clara said carefully. "You might bump into someone and get hurt. It's pitch black!"

"I don't care! I've been in snake chambers, I think I can handle the dark."

Clara heard the compartment door slide open, the closed. Clara sighed along with John, who said "idiot."

Clara punched him in the arm. "She's our friend!"

"Doesn't mean she's not an idiot!"

"Seriously John? Now? Right now?"

"What? What's happening right now?"

"I'm slapping you, that's what," Clara declared.

"What did I do?"

Clara kicked him in the shin. A faint moan escaped John's lips. Clara smiled to herself, and was just a little happy it was pitch black.

"Can't we use our wands?" John asked.

"No, we can't. We're not at Hogwarts yet, John."

"But we're on the Hogwarts Express," John pointed.

"I don't know! Just keep quiet!" Clara scolded.

John sat in silence for a minute. "Why do I have to be quiet?"

"Because!"

"Because why?"

"Because I don't want to have any petty arguments like this with you!" Clara said under her breath.

"I see."

Clara opened her mouth to answer, but she felt the room drop by about twenty degrees.

Clara's teeth chattered. "I-Is it j-just m-me, or did i-it get r-really cold?"

Even in the dark, Clara could tell that John shrugged. "Just you."

"Y-you're n-not human, I s-swear!" Clara accused.

"Maybe, but even I know that something is wrong here. Doesn't take an alien to figure that one out."

"Y-yeah."

"I'm going to find out what exactly is going on," John said.

John got up, and Clara could hear him pull on the door, but a blast of cold air pushed him back.

Clara's eyes adjusted to the air… that wasn't air. Clara was looking at an eight-foot tall shadow with a blank face. When Clara said 'blank,' she meant it. The shadow's face was kind of gone, soulless. Clara's muscles went numb.

Whatever the thing was, it drew a long, shaky breath. It made a sort of hissing sound, and the temperature dropped again.

"Clara!" John's faint voice said. "I-It's a d-dementor!" Even he was getting cold now.

Clara fell onto the floor, her face to the ceiling. She could hear very faint sounds of John talking…

"Block it out!" He said, though it sounded like a dream, garbled and distant. "It can't get to you if you have a sufficient mental blocking mechanism! Lock your deepest, and happiest memories away!"

Clara did what she was told, but it wasn't enough. Another round of chills went down Clara's spine. It was like the cold was etched in her skin, in her mind, in her soul.

Clara felt a cold burning sensation all over her body. She had all her happiest memories removed, and Clara could feel one slipping away…

The brown haired woman stood by the side of the singing girl.

"Sleep! Wake up, wake up. And let the cloak of life, cling to your bones! Cling to your bones…" The girl sang.

Clara gasped, and shook under the shadow that was on top of her. She couldn't take it anymore, she screamed.

Clara let out the most horrifying shriek she had ever heard, but everything was happening in a haze. All Clara could feel was her body shaking, and rolling on the floor, trying to escape the cold shadow.

"I don't know where I am!" Clara wailed. Cold tears were streaming down her face, and Clara felt herself loosing a grip on herself… and the world. She honestly didn't know what she was even crying about, she just knew that it hurt so much.

And then, the most and the most cruel and terrifying object appeared in Clara's mind. A black raven was flying toward her, and Clara let out a guttural scream.