The water hit the window like slight bullets causing Harry to flinch with
each harsh strike. He could feel it in the air and in his bones, something
wicked was at work, why else would it rain so devastatingly on a summer
day? Earlier, at Diagon Alley, Harry had noticed the caution and the
unmistakably anxious atmosphere that had freshly developed.
It was Harry's 7th and final year to be attending Hogwarts, the only home he's really ever known. Harry knew that Voldemort was out there scheming for his life but a more morose thought had plagued his mind. Harry knew that even if he survived the school year, his chances of staying there after his final year would be low.
While the others bustled their items into their compartments and greeted each other happily with enthusiasm for their final year, Harry decided to just sit by the window hoping that everything would go by slowly. To Harry's dismay, he surprisingly realized that the usually precise train was 5 minutes late.
"What's going on? I can't believe the trains late!" Hermione yelled demandingly. Her being the Head Girl this year only added to her bossy demeanor.
Despite the rain, Harry stuck his head out the window and heard two of the train conductors arguing.
"We have to leave, the train is already late!" said the rather flustered looking one.
The other conductor opened his umbrella and pulled out a piece of paper and a few more heads poked out the windows.
"This here is an official document from Dumbledore; he says that this train isn't to leave without her. And you kids get back inside before you get sick!" The second conductor yelled sounding superior.
"Her who?" asked Harry.
"Maybe it's our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher" Ron suggested.
"No, that isn't possible, Neville already bumped into him earlier and as usual created a catastrophe," Hermione said still sounding confused.
"The train's moving and whoever she is, she's already here. Lets look outside, the compartment next to us should still be empty," Ron said.
Harry jumped up to slide the door open. His eyes slowly passed the doorway of his compartment to see three dark figures approaching, two behind a girl. Beside the fact that she looked about his age, Harry was completely taken aback by her appearance. She was gorgeous with her long inky hair, imposing knee length boots, and high arched eye brows above dark garnet eyes and matching lips that were full and supple. She wore a black trench coat over a short plaid skirt with sinister bows on it and a simple cotton top. Who was she? Where did she come from? Why was she here? All these questions ran through his mind, other people were staring at this strangely pale and stunning girl and what looked like two body guards behind her.
They were approaching the empty compartment, Harry heard her speak, but it was foreign, almost like a lost and ancient song. Even with the seemingly upset look on her face, her words were more like an echoing reverie than an upset command. The two guards dragged her trunk inside, closed the door, and after it locked, commenced to leave to find another compartment.
"Who was that?" Ron asked as they returned to their seats.
"She's trouble. Ron, don't you remember the Unruly Students article from the Daily Prophet this summer?" Hermione asked but Ron and Harry just looked at each other even more confused. Hermione continued without waiting for a verbal response, "At the end of Durmstrang's school year a girl was thrown out of school for what the paper called 'unmentionable complications'."
"How are you so sure it's her?" Harry asked pensively.
Hermione answered, "Because her trunk read: Jezebel De Marco; Durmstrang."
It was Harry's 7th and final year to be attending Hogwarts, the only home he's really ever known. Harry knew that Voldemort was out there scheming for his life but a more morose thought had plagued his mind. Harry knew that even if he survived the school year, his chances of staying there after his final year would be low.
While the others bustled their items into their compartments and greeted each other happily with enthusiasm for their final year, Harry decided to just sit by the window hoping that everything would go by slowly. To Harry's dismay, he surprisingly realized that the usually precise train was 5 minutes late.
"What's going on? I can't believe the trains late!" Hermione yelled demandingly. Her being the Head Girl this year only added to her bossy demeanor.
Despite the rain, Harry stuck his head out the window and heard two of the train conductors arguing.
"We have to leave, the train is already late!" said the rather flustered looking one.
The other conductor opened his umbrella and pulled out a piece of paper and a few more heads poked out the windows.
"This here is an official document from Dumbledore; he says that this train isn't to leave without her. And you kids get back inside before you get sick!" The second conductor yelled sounding superior.
"Her who?" asked Harry.
"Maybe it's our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher" Ron suggested.
"No, that isn't possible, Neville already bumped into him earlier and as usual created a catastrophe," Hermione said still sounding confused.
"The train's moving and whoever she is, she's already here. Lets look outside, the compartment next to us should still be empty," Ron said.
Harry jumped up to slide the door open. His eyes slowly passed the doorway of his compartment to see three dark figures approaching, two behind a girl. Beside the fact that she looked about his age, Harry was completely taken aback by her appearance. She was gorgeous with her long inky hair, imposing knee length boots, and high arched eye brows above dark garnet eyes and matching lips that were full and supple. She wore a black trench coat over a short plaid skirt with sinister bows on it and a simple cotton top. Who was she? Where did she come from? Why was she here? All these questions ran through his mind, other people were staring at this strangely pale and stunning girl and what looked like two body guards behind her.
They were approaching the empty compartment, Harry heard her speak, but it was foreign, almost like a lost and ancient song. Even with the seemingly upset look on her face, her words were more like an echoing reverie than an upset command. The two guards dragged her trunk inside, closed the door, and after it locked, commenced to leave to find another compartment.
"Who was that?" Ron asked as they returned to their seats.
"She's trouble. Ron, don't you remember the Unruly Students article from the Daily Prophet this summer?" Hermione asked but Ron and Harry just looked at each other even more confused. Hermione continued without waiting for a verbal response, "At the end of Durmstrang's school year a girl was thrown out of school for what the paper called 'unmentionable complications'."
"How are you so sure it's her?" Harry asked pensively.
Hermione answered, "Because her trunk read: Jezebel De Marco; Durmstrang."
