PART TWO: AFTER HOGWARTS
Lily went off to somewhere I had never heard of, but she was not alone. She fell in love, but somehow with James Potter, the one who faithfully bullied Severus and me for our seven years at Hogwarts.
Severus and I decided to live in a small apartment while we attended an academy with heavy ties with the smartest of Hogwarts. Severus was going into the Dark Arts and other higher studies, but I wanted my position as an assistant teacher at Hogwarts. Severus was proud of my progress, and I was glad to have him there to help me with my studies.
Midnight was still my loyal companion, but Father could not send letters to me, and he advised me during my second year to no longer write to him. Severus knew about this You-Know-Who character, and he knew a lot more than I thought he should. Dark Arts became his thing around Year Three, around the time where Lily started being good friends with James's group. I knew it was bad from the start, but I said nothing to Severus, until I found him in the very back of the library one night. He looked a little red in the face. I knew of his struggles with Potter's group, and I watched helplessly from a classroom. Lily tried to protect him, but she was soon walking off in deep anger.
"What happened?" I asked. He did not look up as I sat on his level and put my arm around him, but it was quickly thrown off. "I was only trying to help!" I said sternly. "I saw what happened earlier, but that's not it, is it?"
"Do you have to be so nosy?"
"Severus, stop this! You've helped me with so much now listen to me! You cannot keep this in much longer!" I whispered. I came to his ear. "I know that you like Lily and I saw how angry she was today," I whispered, barely audible to even me. Severus did not throw me off this time. "Listen, I know what it's like to feel rejected. My family threw me out, remember? They found out about my father from Dumbledore, but I am forgiving Dumbledore because I want to help teach there one day. Why didn't I give up? Because you told me that I was good without my father to ruin things for me. Tell me what happened or you will never have this personal reminder again," I whispered sternly into his ear. I stood and began to walk away.
"I will not say it loud," he whispered. He had been crying, I knew, but he quickly composed himself for me. I sat across from him. "I called her a Mudblood."
I knew, from his teachings, that he had made a horrible mistake. After convincing him to apologize, he realized the full extent of his words. He and Lily never spoke again, but I knew that he was always near her, watching and waiting for her to return. The moment he learned of her and James, I had to keep him from running out of the library. We made it to an extended janitor's closet.
"Stop it! It is not worth murder, Severus! The dementors would take you immediately! Stop!" I screamed, crying through the pain of a broken shoulder. He kept trying to run, so I made a large fireball. "Move and I will hit you! You've left me with no excuse, Severus!"
"Let me after him!" he mumbled incoherently. He wasn't making a lot of sense at the moment, but I knew he wanted blood.
"Severus, stop and sit down!" I screamed. He listened to me and stopped. "Please, don't do something you may live to regret. Listen, Sev, she's gone for now, but maybe it was meant to be."
"It wasn't, and I know why! Why can't I talk around her? Why must I say things I don't mean to the wrong people?" he asked angrily, hitting his head in his opened hand. I put my hand on his shoulder and squatted to his level.
"Please, just remain calm about this, okay? Remember that I still want a friend here, not in Azkaban," I whispered. He calmed, and we both did not attend her ceremony, which was mostly because we were accepted into the academy and we were taking horrifying entrance exams. Severus and I were wonderful test-takers, and we were able to get started on many of our courses that we would need.
Around this time was when I began noticing the major changes in him. He began going out at night with dark people. Many were not from our school, but some were from Hogwarts. They were in Slytherin and they were some people that Severus called friends, but I knew that something must be up with his relationship with these strange characters.
One evening, he came in for dinner. I made some little cans of soup with my Flame power.
During our meal, a knock sounded at the door. Severus answered it because I was doing something with my reading.
"Hey, Snape," a dark man whispered. I glanced at the men. I was used to Severus's darkness, but these strange people took it to the next level. All had a moving tattoo on their right forearm.
"Did you need any help tonight, Chrys?" Severus asked. I nodded.
"I have a report and I need you back by midnight to proof it," I said sternly. He nodded and waved. "Aren't you going to finish your soup? I can't reheat it then," I called loudly. He came back into the room and downed the bowl in a few gulps.
When he did this, he blocked the men from seeing me.
"You will explain to me who these people are and about why they seem to see you more than I do," I said under my breath sternly. He nodded and left quickly, not even bothering to say goodbye.
I drew a sketch of the tattoo and continued my reports and homework for the evening. It was almost finals time and I would soon be receiving an internship in Transfiguration at Hogwarts. The old teacher was much too old to keep the job, so a newer lady with ten years of experience was taking his place. She seemed nice, and Dumbledore informed me that she was very good at her job. She would often take the form of a grey patterned cat.
As I thought of her, the door opened and Severus came through, latching it quietly.
"I still have that report, but it was more of a reason for an explanation, Severus. I think I should know about these people," I whispered.
"Listen, only you would worry."
"When you break oaths, I worry. You aren't just into the Dark Arts for education anymore, are you?" I asked sternly. He looked away as he sat beside me and looked over my paper. I grabbed his right arm and lifted his sleeve, revealing the same tattoo on the arms of the men. "Severus! What does this mean?"
"Nothing…"
"It is more than nothing and you know it! Tell me or go!" I yelled. I then stopped as he gathered his things. "Wait," I whispered. "Please, don't!" I whispered sternly.
"What then, Chrys? I do not wish to tell you, and it obviously is enough to end our friendship."
"No, but…please just give me the comfort of knowing who these people are. I fear them, Sev, I completely get the vibe of evil and pain. You're with Him, aren't you?"
"Who?"
"You-Know-Who!" I whispered loudly. He sat down again.
"Chrys, I don't want you to worry. I will confide in you, I promise, it's just that…I can't talk to you about it," he whispered.
"Why not? I know they want my head, and seeing them makes me fear it even more."
"You are right. Your father has contacted me and told me to take care of you, and by doing this, I can make sure of it," he whispered. I looked to my paper in anger. "Please, let me continue in this without leaving me."
"I don't know if I can. For some reason, I know why my mother was so angry when she discovered that the father of her child was the equivalent of a demon."
"Demon! I am not a demon!" he spat angrily.
"Then what are these people? I am left in the dark about what my father is, what you are, and yet somehow I know what and who I am!" I called.
"Chrys, don't bring yourself or your father into this. I have a way with my own life, and I have chosen this route."
"What was I supposed to choose, Severus? Water goddess or Fire queen when I'm lighting up things every time I get angry? Come on with this…nonsense! I knew you for better, but I must be wrong, right? I thought that since you were my first friend, I could remain your friend and rely on you to stay on the right path despite temptation. I care about you, Severus, and that is the only reason why I am going to still act like I have no idea. Please, stay and help me finish this term. Then you can do what you want," I whispered. He looked to me sadly as I sat down in my seat.
That night, I actually looked to Midnight for comfort. It was the first time since Severus and I had become good friends, but I knew it was the time.
"Midnight, I want you to help me get through these years, okay. I want you to be with me forever, okay? I love you, Midnight, and if you ever go evil, I can see why," I whispered as I tried to avoid my emotions. I listened around me two weeks later as Severus packed his things to leave. He promised to write, but I knew better as he walked out my door for the last time.
Midnight and I got through two years of school with many areas of fear, failure, and other problems, but I was soon not only working with McGonagall, the new Transfiguration teacher, but with many different teachers, including Dumbledore. He enjoyed my presence and I often scheduled his days. I was very happy with where I was, until I received a letter from my father.
Dear Daughter,
I have finally found your friend. You will meet with him again very soon, and I want to tell you that he is wonderful in our numbers. You should be proud of his schooling and what he has now become. I would say that he is one of the strongest wizards that ever lived.
I need to tell you that your mother is not well. She worries often, but I am protecting her. This owl will return to her after you are finished, so send this letter to her. She knows that you are well from updates from Dumbledore, but she knows nothing of me. She will soon know the consequences of our actions.
You are in grave danger. I refuse to use your name or mine, so please do not return this with your name. Your mother will recognize my hand immediately, I know. You were a different story, but that is not why you are in danger. They know where you are, and they know that you cannot be attacked where you are, but you will be sought after to either join or be killed. Please, prepare yourself quickly and be watchful. Spies are common and they are everywhere, and I think you might know this if you read the Daily Prophet like most of your surrounding wizards and witches.
Let me tell you one thing: never let your power be seen until you know it is the right time. You will know, believe me. Please, remember that I will be watching out for you, just as your friend and I will be. Dumbledore is safe, and he will be your protector until you venture away from your current location.
I love you both very much and I will try to remain as safe as possible. I will send a letter on your birthdays from now on. If they do not come, please just remember that I love you very much and that I died protecting you.
I wanted to go directly to Dumbledore, but his office was full of guests from the Ministry of Magic, who is very powerful and tries to control as much of the wizarding world as possible. I knew very little about their power or strength, but I did know that they were very vulnerable at the moment. Many were dying, just as every paper noted. Hundreds were missing and many older Slytherin males were missing. Quite a few Hogwarts students of the Slytherin house disappeared after their seventh year.
I watched everyone around me in fear. I asked Dumbledore to stay in my room over the weekends, but his answer was very…shocking.
"No one is here watching you. Severus has told me so."
"Severus?" I asked. "Severus Snape?"
"Yes. He visits me often, but he wants me to leave you in the dark, but I must tell you that he will be teaching here. I told him that you will be his assistant permanently. I need to tell you that he will be a very disturbed man when he comes here tomorrow. He will watch the place before he takes his post."
"What will he teach?"
"Ironically enough potions. He will be the Head of House for Slytherin. I expect that you knew that already."
"Not really," I whispered. I looked to the window quietly.
"Would you like for me to tell you what is going on or would you like to ask him?"
"He will not tell me anything, so I would like for you to tell me," I whispered, not knowing what to expect.
"Please, take a seat and keep a clear head. Severus is not in danger, but Lily Potter is in terrible danger. Severus is negotiating with Voldemort for her life. He does not yet understand that all of them deserve to be saved."
"All? Isn't James the only other?"
"No. They have a small boy named Harry. I will talk with you both when he comes here tomorrow night."
"I hope she lives."
"We all do," Dumbledore whispered. I then tried to return to my desk, but it was gone. I found it in a small room in the dungeon, which had extended down towards another large room filled with supplies needed for potions. A small office was just before the classroom, and Severus's name and title was engraved on the door. I touched it quietly and went into my office, where my room now was, and prepared myself for bed.
I was sent to Dumbledore's office at midnight the next day. Severus had come in with a letter, which he refused to open. I was shocked when I saw him. He was soaked from head to toe and the letter was equally as drenched.
"Hello, Severus," I whispered. He nodded but said nothing as Dumbledore looked to the letter.
"Sit down, both of you," he whispered. "What happened last night?"
"My tattoo is gone," Severus whispered. He rolled up his sleeve. Nothing was there as Dumbledore said a small spell towards both Severus and the letter. Water flew off them and disappeared. I looked to the letter. I automatically felt the fear of dread as Dumbledore opened the letter.
"Please, prepare yourselves. We all know exactly what was planned, and we both know of the power Voldemort had. Severus, why were you out in the rain?" Dumbledore asked.
"She's dead," he whispered. Dumbledore opened the letter and read it very slowly. I looked to his face for conformation, but he remained the same.
"It was a known thing beforehand, Severus. We must protect the boy. Voldemort will return, just as you and I know," Dumbledore whispered. Severus looked away from me. Uncontrolled breathing was heard. I looked to Dumbledore.
"What happened, though? If they both died then why did Harry live?" I asked.
"There are certain phenomenon in the world. He will be famous, and with fame comes trouble. I know this very much, and I want to warn you both that the task of protecting the boy…"
"Who cares about the boy! She is dead!" Severus sobbed. I put my hand on his shoulder, but he threw it off.
"Severus, quit being selfish and open your eyes. You know that Voldemort was arrogant…"
"Just like James," Severus sobbed. "The child will be just like him. I want no part of it, protecting him. I wish…I wish I were dead!" Severus spat. I went white, I knew.
"You do not mean it, Severus. You will help me protect the child. He has her eyes, her exact eyes. The personality will probably match her also. He will be ultimately just like Lily. Please, Severus, I cannot do this alone. We will all protect him," Dumbledore said sternly. "I want you both to go down to your rooms. Chrys, make him some tea."
"I have a question that my father would want me to ask."
"Yes?" Dumbledore asked.
"Am I still in danger?"
"You and Harry will need equal protection. You both will need to make sure that you are not in danger," Dumbledore whispered. He then came to my ear. "Keep Severus from making his death true. You and Harry need him. Voldemort will return, I know it."
"I promise," I whispered.
Severus and I were in his office. I was writing as he sat in the dark corner, staring at something.
"You need to eat, Severus," I whispered.
"I'm fine," he whispered sadly.
"No, you will eat or I will go hungry."
"You do not have to suffer because of me," he whispered. I stood quickly and went in front of him.
"You are suffering because of memories. Severus, I cared about her too, but I understand that Voldemort is a cold-hearted bastard who does not care about anyone other than himself. Do you care to deny it or look at the facts?"
"You are right," he whispered.
"Then eat!" I said sternly. I handed him a sandwich. I ate one angrily. I wanted Severus to live and I wanted him to understand that he was not completely alone.
Just then, Midnight flew into the room with a letter attached to his leg. I took the letter and thanked him. I put down my food to read it.
Dear Ms. Chrys Pyronson,
Your father, Jonathon Pyronson, has passed away. His funeral service will be held November 13 at 10 a.m. in your hometown. A train will leave from Hogsmede on November 2 at 4 p.m. if you wish to attend. Please reply as soon as possible to reserve your spot.
"What in the world?" I asked. Severus looked to me.
"What is it?"
"My father is dead but I have to reserve a spot to attend his funeral," I whispered. Severus looked to me. "I don't understand what that is supposed to mean."
"You must go to Dumbledore."
"I cannot and will not leave you. Come with me, please," I whispered. He stood and we both walked to Dumbledore's office. We were let in calmly as I noticed the new secretary. He was a tall, dark man, and Severus seemed to recognize him quietly. I tried not to notice as Dumbledore sat up in our previous seats.
"What is it, Ms. Pyronson?"
"I just received this letter," I said quietly, handing him the letter. Dumbledore looked surprised.
"I cannot tell you whether or not your father is alive, but this could be a trap by Death Eaters who still wish to carry out Voldemort's work. I will not stop you from going, but I would advise you to stay," Dumbledore said calmly.
"I still do not understand why I am so important," I whispered. Severus looked to me quietly.
"You have valuable powers and you have a pure blood line with a Slytherin reference. You are very powerful in both worlds."
"Worlds? What do you mean?"
"You can easily decide between good and evil," Dumbledore whispered. I nodded.
"I want to attend the service, but I will not go alone," I whispered. Severus looked to me.
"I cannot go with you," he whispered. I shrugged quietly.
"Then I guess that I can go alone."
"It will be very dangerous. I suggest that you practice some defense spells tonight. I also would advice you to not send Midnight when replying. He might also be in danger," Dumbledore whispered. I nodded as Severus and I went to his office again.
"Why are you going?" he asked.
"It is my father and I still care about him. I wish to attend his service even if it means being attacked by more followers," I whispered sternly, using Severus's pen to quickly write a reply. I signed it in Flame and looked to Severus.
"How do I send this out?" I asked.
"You must go to the owl tower tonight and send it," he replied. He had returned to staring at the object as I looked to the above window. Snow was starting to fall.
"It must snow more than I thought here, but I will go if you walk with me," I whispered kindly.
"I understand that you care, Chrys, but I would rather not go out into the cold."
"Severus, I am a Flame Witch. I can keep us warm."
"Did you recognize the man in the office?" Severus asked. I shook my head. "Well, he is a spy, and I guarantee you that he is only here because of you. The Dark Lord's followers think that his leave is only temporary."
"Do you still follow Him?" I asked. He did not say anything. "Listen, I wanted to talk with you some. We haven't seen each other in years, and I would love to know what my father was like. He wrote to me saying that he met you. Where?"
"It was with the Dark Lord, of course. Your father had worked his way towards the top leaders, but I was still more valuable. He had family, which is why he was not seen as valuable. The Dark Lord assumed that I had no one, since he does not yet know of our connection."
"I am beginning to wonder if it still exists, or if it ever existed."
"What do you mean?"
"You were a great friend when we were younger, but I felt as if I was always a passenger to you and Lily. I know you cared about her, but did you have to throw everyone else aside?"
"I cared about you…"
"Then why was she always the one to get attention at certain times?"
"When?"
"Birthday, Christmas, good grades," I replied. He gave me a confused look. "I made the best recovery in my grades from our studying. She was just the one who tended to lean on you. I'm not saying that she isn't smart, but I could use the confidence, Sev. She always had everything she ever needed, but what did I have?"
Severus blew on his hands as we walked across the grounds. I made a little bit of Flame in my hand and put it over his hands.
"I thought that you understood everything," he whispered as we walked up the stairs.
"How can I understand something that always happens to me?"
"What do you mean?"
"My parents left me, my host family left me, and the only two friends I ever had were too consumed with either each other or one," I said sternly. "Explain to me how that has never happened to me before. I was left alone by you when you decided that evil was better than a fire oath," I whispered. We were in the tower now and I found the ugliest owl to deliver the message. I tied it to him and he flew off into the night. I then looked to Severus. "Explain it to me," I said sternly.
"I really did think that you understood. You never complained or…"
"Why would I complain to something I was used to? Why would I?"
"But you could've told us," he whispered. I shook my head.
"That would get me nowhere and you know it. You will always be the same and she will always be just as arrogant as the man she died with."
"You take that back!" he yelled angrily.
"Why should I? If she was your true friend she never would have taken offense to a worthless word!"
"Take it back!"
"No! I have every right to be angry and I will stay this way until I am forced from it!" I said angrily. I began walking down the stairs slowly before looking to him and saying, "I will go to my father's funeral only if we act like adults and train for the worst." He nodded as we returned to his classroom.
The next morning, Severus and I prepared my bags for the trip. I was ready to face whoever was after me. I knew that I had to have a firm belief in my cause. I ate breakfast quietly before returning with Severus to my room.
"I want to escort you to the train," he whispered.
"Thank you, Severus," I whispered. "Would you like to come along?"
"No. It would not be polite or appropriate. Are you afraid?" he asked.
"I should be, but your help in my preparation has made me feel confident."
"That's good," he whispered. I was not facing him at the moment. He touched my arm. "I wanted to apologize. I did leave you out a lot, but I want to thank you for being there for me last night."
"You needed me to be," I whispered. "I would love for that night not to have happened, but it did. At least He decided to spare you."
We walked out of the school and towards Hogsmede.
"I want you to write us as soon as you get there. It should be safe in your hometown, but remember to use this owl. His name is Peanut," Severus grinned. He still looked stressed and extremely hurt. I knew that his smiling days were over, but I still, for some odd reason, felt like I should still hold my ground. I was still hurt by everything, but I understood that he was in love. I wondered if I would ever have love as a train whistle blew in the distance. The rumbling sound of a halting train sounded.
"I want to see you when I get back," I said sternly. "I'll miss you over my time, alright?"
"I will see you here when you return."
I smiled to Severus as I boarded the train quietly. I took my seat carefully and looked around me. Many dark figures were around, but I felt safe, for some reason. I waved to Severus as we pulled away. I put away my bags, keeping my amulet hidden and my wand in a safe place.
About twenty minutes into the ride, the train stopped at a small station.
"Everyone off, but you can leave your things," they called. Peanut squawked a little as I was followed from the car by five dark men. Masks soon appeared on their faces. I was outnumbered seven to one, but I had something that could protect me.
Flame Witches were more than just a wand and a bag of fire, but they also had other powers, such as Invisibility, Levitation, Portation, Metamorphosis, and Sight, which is being able to see into the future. Severus read me this part, and in our preparations, I was given challenges that would allow me to use them. It paid off very well.
A flash of green light came from behind me. I pulled out my wand and levitated over the group. They all had this power.
"Where's her Flame ?" one asked.
"Never reveal your fire until the moment is right. It will prevent any very harsh attacks in the beginning," I remembered Severus saying. I smiled to myself and went invisible. They looked around.
"She couldn't of Apparated," one called.
"What happened?" another called as I kicked one in the face, knocking him out cold. I turned around quickly as a stun flew over my head. I sent a curse towards them, hitting him in the shoulder and causing him to fall.
Five more left. I wonder if I can use my Fire now. Hmm, they would expect that, and the numbers are not too bad, I thought, turning to the man who appeared to be the leader. I hit him with curse after curse, but he deflected them all, but one did take out another one of his guards.
"Come out and fight like a true Witch, Pyronson. Make your daddy proud!" one yelled mockingly. I then thought of something.
I hovered to an area of stones and picked them up. I then used my light Flame to heat them until they were orange, but they were invisible while I was touching them.
"I have my own means of fighting, and I am not a coward," I said sternly, hurling the rocks at his face, causing large whelps to form from the heat. I smiled as I turned to the group. Curses were being hurled at me.
The numbers are three to one and they are getting restless. I should show myself and use my Fire.
Just as I finished my thought, a scream sounded from the train.
"Not yet, Chrys!" a man yelled.
"Shut up, Jonathon!" the leader called. "We still have to kill them both," he smiled. I became angry, but I held it in and used all my force to kick the leader's right-hand man between the legs.
"Oh! Oh!" he screamed. "That little bitch!"
"I'm using it guys," the leader yelled. I then used my Fire to make a large fireball. I threw all my anger into it before projecting it towards them. All three looked massively burned as I returned to the now moving train. It gained speed quickly and the three very burnt men began chasing after it, but they could not catch up as we left the small station.
"Chrys!" a man called. I turned around to see him.
He looked like a male version of me. He was wearing an amulet made of the same stone, and both of ours were red.
I remembered my invisibility, but after I came out of it I could not see him.
"You have to stay invisible. There are two more here and they are looking for us both…to execute us," he whispered. He noticed the confused look on my face. "I am your father, Chrys," he whispered. I looked to his bindings.
"What are those?" I asked.
"Spells. I can't use my Fire when I'm in this," he whispered.
"Can I try to get them off?"
"No. It would only make things worse. What ever you do, try not to use your power. They can see it and they will cast the curse. It goes for heat, so even if it does not get your Flame, it will go for your body. The good thing is that we can go Ghost."
"Ghost?"
"You can go so invisible that objects cannot affect you. You must think that you are dead in this moment or it will never work," he whispered. I looked to the four men coming towards me.
"Did she come onto the train?" one asked another.
"No, but the train left the other three behind. The idiots thought they had her outnumbered when she used her Flame to attack them. I saw it with my own eyes."
"I thought they were negotiating with her, just like we did with that other one."
"No because she knew from the start. I'm trying to figure out who could betray us."
"Snape couldn't of because he followed our orders."
"I thought he re…"
"He did, but he already knew about the whole plan. It's working out without the Dark Lord, even though he would have loved to carry it out himself. Jonathon was good to him, but he knew it had to be done. He knew that they both were a threat."
"She answered the letter using a different owl."
"Probably something that Dumbledore told her to do. She doesn't have the same one who sent it either. Her owl isn't with her either."
"Her owl?" a different man asked. I recognized him as the secretary as my father and I hid in between the seats.
"She has a solid black one. We told you about that one, you moron," the main man whispered angrily.
"I bet you told her too!" the third man said angrily. The main three agreed and pulled out their wands as the secretary tried to negotiate. His efforts were stopped by three bright, red flashes of light: the Killing Curse.
"Get rid of his body and try to find that girl."
"Do you want me to stop the…?"
"No. She came on here looking for the man who called to her. She knows that she has an ally on this train."
"Are you sure that he didn't escape?"
"I'm positive. The two freaks discovered their other powers while we weren't watching them. I'm telling you that we were betrayed."
"Fredrick gave the book to Hogwarts that had the article on Flame Witches. That's how she knows about her Levitation."
"Levitation?"
"Yeah. Before she went invisible, she Levitated, but we can do the same thing."
"But the book would tell her that it was not from knowledge that she could do it. Something tells me that we should talk to old Fred about this new information."
My father and I watched as the two men confronted the third at the very front of the car. With much force, they stunned the man and threw him from the train.
"Listen to me, Chrys. You need to get them against each other. Do you still have your wand?" he whispered. The men were coming as I nodded. "Hit the front man and crawl under the seat. I will be fine because they think I'm…" he whispered as the men came closer. He gestured towards the next car, behind him. I nodded and readied my wand. As the second man crossed by my father, a sound came. The men drew their wands, but the first did not turn around. I then fired a curse at him. He fell to the ground and turned to the other man.
"You idiot!" he yelled. "You betrayed us!" he screamed, sending the Killing Curse to him and throwing him from the train.
"Now," my father whispered. I stood and fired numerous fireballs at him. He fell out of the train and was hit by it. My father's binds came off and he hugged me.
"I'm glad you aren't dead," I whispered. He nodded and took my hand, dragging me to the back of the car. "What are we doing?"
"You mother is on this train and we have to safe her before we go past the next station. It's only in a few miles, but at these speeds…" he trailed.
I ran with him until we came to the last car, where a curse held my mother to the wall. Her wand was on the floor at her feet.
"Chrys!" she cried. My father then looked to me.
"Say Jerfot Hound at the bindings," he whispered. I nodded as we started saying the curse. The bindings soon hit the floor. My mother grabbed her wand as the three of us ran towards the front car.
"Now what?" I asked.
"This car will be removed along with all the others, except for the one behind the engine. Grab your things quickly and run towards the front. We will meet you there," my father whispered. He then handed me a notebook. "Here are your answers," he whispered as they continued to run. I grabbed my things in complete panic as the train began to slow.
I remembered nothing about this moment as I ran towards the front of the train. I began to feel as if I had been stabbed in the leg. I had to go slower, just like the train. I climbed from one car to the next until I heard the whistle from it's closest point. I realized that I was at the car I needed to be in. I then went invisible for some reason.
"Don't go in there without protection. We love you," my mother whispered from behind me.
"We will remember you forever," my father called. "I hope you forgive us."
"I forgive you," I whispered. I then felt them go off into the sky. As I opened the door, I saw their bodies thrown all over the car. Blood covered everything, including a disfigured man who was laughing uncontrollably. I felt deep anger as I looked to my father, whose eyes were still open.
I grabbed his amulet, along with one on my mother's neck, prepared a large fire strike, and killed the crazed man violently, just as the Ministry of Magic appeared.