Dawn retreated to the cabin she'd gotten as it grew dark. The door was locked and she felt a bit better. She was beginning to feel tired and had been scared of falling asleep in the more public carriage. An inbuilt trait of self preservation, she supposed.

The cabin was small, just the bunk beds against one wall, and the door and the window. The bathrooms were just down the hall and Dawn had made sure she wouldn't need to use that during the night before she settled down.

Harry was standing by the window with his back to her and with a warning to him not to turn around she pulled her pjs out of her bag and changed. She jumped into bed then and pulled the blankets up to her chin, before telling him she was in. He didn't turn though and Dawn leaned over to see if he was ok. He was staring out the window watching the landscape pass so she assumed he was ok. She lay on her back then listening to the steady sound of the train, hoping the repetitive sound would lull her to sleep.

She'd never been on a train before, though, never mind a steam train, and she found that sleep didn't come easily. Coupled with the fact that it felt like her head was spinning, meant she just lay there staring at the underside of the top bed.

What am I doing here? she wondered. I'm on a magic train, with a ghost heading off to fight a wizard and almost certain death.

Her mind screamed this warning at her. Even with the heavy blankets over her she felt cold and she suddenly found that she was shivering and her teeth were chattering.

Harry finally turned away from the window.

"Are you alright? Are you cold?"

She shook her head, clamping her mouth closed. This stopped them chattering but only made her body shake even harder.

"Give me you hand."

She reached out and grabbed his hand. She heard him whisper something in Latin. Slowly a warmth spread from their interlinked fingers up her arm and through her body. The shivering stopped and Dawn could unclamp her mouth.

"Better?"

She nodded.

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head, unable to even form words as cold tears trickled down her cheeks and onto the pillow.

"You can tell me." He pleaded.

She shook her head again.

"It doesn't matter." She whispered.

"The hell it doesn't!" He exclaimed. "It matters! We're in this together, remember?"

She glared at him.

"What do you mean, 'in this together'?" You're already dead! You don't have anything to worry about!" she yelled. Even as the words left her mouth she knew she didn't mean them, but she didn't know how to take them back.

"Is that it? You're scared?" He said it softly, peering at her in the darkness.

"I'm fucking terrified!" She sobbed. "And I don't want to be. I don't. But I just keep thinking - What am I doing here? You know? I mean- I don't know magic. I can't do magic."

She could see him thinking hard.

"I just did a spell there," he said. "I wasn't thinking. I just did it. And it worked. Maybe…"

"What?"

"Maybe… Stand up," he ordered. He stood back as she climbed out of the bed. "Have you a pen or something in your bag?"

"I don't know," she said, but searched through the pockets. She found one and held it up for him to see.

"Put it on the floor." He held out his hand and she took it. "Now point to it and say Win-GAR-Dium Leve-OH-Sa." He said the words slowly.

"And what will that do?"

"Make the pen levitate. It's the first charm we learned in school."

She looked at the pen doubtfully. Then tightened her fingers 'round his.

"WIN-Gar-Dium Leve-OH-Sa." The pen didn't even twitch. She sighed in frustration.

"No. You have to stress the GAR not the WIN in it," he told her. "Try again."

"Win-GAR-Dium Leve-OH-Sa," the pen shot into the air hitting the ceiling. Dawns eyes widened in surprise.

Even Harry looked surprised.

"Whoo-hoo!" She went to the pen to look closer at it, breaking contact with Harry as she did so. The pen fell to the floor almost hitting her on the head. "Hey!"

"It must only work when we are touching. that's what I was thinking," Harry said. "Come here again."

She went back to him and took his hand again. He tried it.

"Win-GAR-Dium Leve-OH-Sa." The pen just lay there. "Oh, well." He smiled.

"What else can I do?"

He thought for a moment.

"Accio," he said. "Summoning charm. Be ready to catch it since you don't have a free hand."

She pointed.

"Accio!" She had to duck as the pen hurtled at her. "Argh!"

She looked up. The pen had hit the window point first and when Dawn looked closer she could see the small crack the pen had made as it hit. She shuddered, thanking God for such quick reflexes. Harry ran his finger over the tiny crack with a worried frown.

"I'm guessing that shouldn't be happening."

He shook his head.

"It's way too powerful," he told her. "You're way too powerful."

Dawn smiled.

"How is that a bad thing?"

"If you can control your magic? Yes!" Dawn looked sheepish. "We'll get you a wand and hopefully that will help. We normally use wand to conduct our magic." He frowned. "There's also the fact that we have to be holding hands for you to be able to do magic."

"I'd look pretty weird holding hands with thin air, wouldn't I?"

They laughed at the image. Then Harry stepped close to her.

"Here," he put his hand gingerly on the back of her neck, the only skin he could reach without compromising her arms again. She shivered.

"Cold?" He was standing very close to her now and even in the dark Dawn could see those startling green eyes of his. She nodded.

"Try, Evanesco. At the pen," he added hurriedly.

She pointed.

"Evanesco!" The pen disappeared. "That was meant to happen, right?"

He nodded, grinning.

"So it just has to be bare skin." She concluded. "That'll be ok, I suppose."

"Make you feel better?"

"Huh?" She forgotten she'd been upset. "Oh." She waved a dismissive hand. "Ya, tons better thanks."

"Good. Get some sleep. We get into New York early."

She looked at him suspiciously.

"You do know this is a steam train right? And that even still we wouldn't get into New York that early."

He just grinned.

"Don't you love magic?"