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Haley's P.O.V

"Morgan, wake up!" Auntie May shouted. "MORGAN!"

Morgan came racing down the stairs, and entered the kitchen, her hair a mess, her clothes looking as if she had thrown them on. And though we were twins, we looked quite different.

While she had pitch black hair, and silver eyes, I had dark blonde hair, with greenish blueish eyes. Few people even thought we were related, but we were best friends (though we fought fairly frequently); completely inseparable. I smiled as Morgan sat across from me at the small table.

Auntie May was making a pot of coffee, and I was eating a bowl of Cheerios. I handed her the cereal box and passed her a bowl. "I thought you were never going to get up!"

"I hate Mondays." Morgan sighed, for about the millionth time.

Auntie May gave a half-chuckle. "You'll be having plenty of those this year!"

She thus buried her face in her hands. "I also hate new school years..."

The mention of that reminded me of the school we were going to go to; it was far away - a couple states, in fact. We probably wouldn't see our aunt at all this year... Morgan seemed to remember when she opened her eyes and saw my frown, as she replicated it on her own face.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked, eager to change the subject.

She winced. Maybe that wasn't the best subject to change it too... I mentally noted.

"Oh...never mind…" Her expression was enough of an answer. Every night, she had the same nightmare of spiders crawling all over her. You see, Morgan was deathly afraid of spiders, so that dream terrified her. The fact that she was scared of that nightmare said a lot. Not many things scared Morgan...

After we ate breakfast, we grabbed our suitcases and headed outside with Auntie May. We got in the car, and she fiddled with her keys until she got the engine started up. This was going to be a long drive.

"Oh, kids!" she suddenly exclaimed. "Forgot to mention; there's been a change of plans."

Morgan raised her eyebrow. "Yeah?"

Our aunt looked back at us using the mirror. "I'm only dropping you off at a train station instead of driving you all the way there - Herb and I got the tickets last night. So you'll be riding there on a train instead!"

I tried my best to smile. "That sounds like fun!" I elbowed my sister. "Right, Morgan?"

She sighed, rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms. She always had to be dramatic. "Yeah. Totally." After waiting a few seconds, she turned to whisper to me, "I almost feel like she's trying to get rid of us..."

I gaped before quietly whispering, "Don't be silly! She just has better things to do than driving us all the way there..."

She scoffed. "Like making pancakes?"

I turned away from her, and it was my turn to roll my eyes. "Why are you always so bitter, Morgan?" I muttered, hushed.

"Why does my entire life have to be so bitter?" she retorted.

I said nothing; if she wanted to think that, let her. Little did she know, things were about to get a whole lot worse...

After about an hour of silence and driving, we finally made it to the train station. The train was already parked on the tracks, which was a pleasant change (Uncle Herbert always insisted on being early, so while we always got the best seats, we usually had to wait half an hour for anything to happen).

We hugged Auntie May goodbye while she wished us good luck at our new school, and it wasn't long before the train started rolling, and Auntie May soon faded into the distance.

I sat comfortably into my seat while Morgan plugged in her earbuds and listened to her music. Little did I know, the journey wasn't exactly going to be so normal...

"I'm starving!" Morgan complained.

I sighed. "You just had breakfast..."

She tilted her head, and looked at me curiously. "So?"

Before I could respond, there was a knock on the compartment door. "Your prayers have been answered, my dear sister," I laughed. "That must be the food trolley!"

Morgan grinned and rubbed her hands together as a slightly odd sounding voice called (hissed, rather), "Knock knock! Food is-s-s-s-s-s-s here, dearies-s-s-s-s-s-s!"

She gave me a strange look before quickly and hungrily opening the door.

Despite the odd hissing sound of the voice, it's owner seemed fairly normal. Keyword: seemed. It was an old woman with orange-y red hair and a face that was shaped at a triangular angle. She wore completely green, and by her food-trolley hat, her hair (or at least that's what I assumed because it was red) was poking out a bit, and it almost looked like...horns...

"What would you like, my s-s-s-s-s-s-s-weet ones-s-s-s-s-s-s?" If only for an instant, the old woman's form entirely changed into a red-scaled, green wearing, horned dragon!

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't seem to open my mouth. What I could do, though, was turn my head slowly to Morgan, who was apparently mirroring me, with an even more scared expression.

"Well?" the old lady roared, completely changing into a dragon now.

And then, both mine and Morgan's mouths unfroze, and the train was filled with our terrified squeaks.

Morgan's P.O.V

Crash!

The sound paused our attempt at making noise, and even the dragon stared, shocked.

What were we staring at, you may ask?

Not a what; a who. Standing in the corner of the train compartment was a satisfied looking boy with black hair, dark blue eyes with almost a hint of gold, and he was wearing blue and black clothing with decorations of stars, moons, or suns on his boot buckles or his pointy hat.

"What," I breathed. "Is," I muttered. "Happening?!" I shouted.

The boys eyes flickered from Haley and I to the dragon. "I'm saving you from certain death, that's what's happening!" he exclaimed.

Suddenly, the dragon who was standing in the door-frame un-hunched, and grew several feet, thus crush much of the ceiling.

I winced at the damage; whoever owned this train was not going to be happy. Dragons and trains don't mix... I thought to myself.

"I'll s-s-s-s-s-s-see about that!" the dragon hissed, swiping at the boy, who dodged to the other corner of the room. Haley lunged to get out of the way as well, but I remained frozen.

I'm being attacked by a dragon. A real dragon... was all that was coming through my mind.

Before the dragon could claw me, the boy grabbed my arm and pulled me away.

The dragon outstretched a foot, and I knew it was going to try to come in. It'd certainly kill us then; there was hardly any room to get out of the way as it was.

But the strange boy with the pointy hat thought otherwise. Out of his man-purse - fine, pouch - he pulled out a stick about the size of a ruler.

"Wha?" I started.

He didn't respond. Instead, he pointed it at the doorway and muttered, "Vis ager!" Suddenly, the doorway glowed night-sky blue, and the dragon pulled back his foot and hopped up and down, screeching in pain as if he'd been burned (more like frozen, being a dragon).

Haley turned toward us, stunned. "Now what?"

The boy hopped onto the seats, and Haley and I did as well. This time, his stick pointed towards the floor, and instead of glowing night-sky blue like last time, it opened up. All I could see was endless space that seemed to go on forever.

Who was this kid - an astronaut, or something?!

He backed up, as if readying himself to jump, then remembered my sister and I. "Come with me." he commanded.

"N-no!" I said immediately. "I don't even know you - no way am I jumping into a black hole!"

He frowned. "So you'd stay here with a dragon who's going to eventually eat you - or worse - instead of going to safety with a wizard?"

Haley gawked. "What did you say? A wizard?"

"Are we re-enacting Harry Potter, or something?!" I frustratedly questioned.

"Harry - what?" he looked puzzled. "Never mind! Just come on; the force field isn't going to last forever."

I looked him in the eye nervously. Whatever was going on, he was right. I gave Haley a look that signaled it was okay. She quickly jumped in.

The 'wizard' next.

And last, with a gulp, so did I.