Hey! Sorry I didn't post yesterday, it was my father's birthday and I'd forgotten about it and didn't plan ahead to conduct my writing around it. Also, I might be putting up shorter chapters, as I have, what, five tests/quizzes this week at school? O_o

Also, my space and some other buttons are giving me trouble. Sorry if there are extra typos.

Arthur sighed, a lay his head against the window of the train. It had been crazy, with all the nightmares. Voldemort, standing in front of him, frustrated, demanding to know his secret to everlasting life. The green flashes, over and over, whirled in a tornado behind the lids of his eyes, is hypnotic swirls pulling him into darkness.

"In the end, Voldemort, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years," Arthur said, lifting his head off his chair.

"Arthur, you and your meaningless quotes. What will words do to stop me?"

Words won't stop you, Arthur thought, bu they will buy time for me. "Voldemort, have you ever consiered asking nicely for something? Perhaps , then, you would wast less time torturing he information out."

"They say you have to mean an unforgivable curse to perform it, that you have to want to enjoy the experience of controlling, tormenting, and killing. Do you think I enjoy that?"

"No."

"No, you say? Why, I've tortured hundreds to madness, killed more people than I can count, and you say I did not enjoy every one of those spells I had cast, and their consequences?"

"You did not. Not really. You were just desperate for power, as always, Voldemort," Arthur said, sighing.

He jolted awake as the train's whistle blew. A long toooooot and the wheels began to slow. I need to figure out a way for these nightmares to stop coming. It's not even night right now!

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Alfred saw a huge man with a large, scruffy beard and knotted hair holding up a lantern and shouting, "Firs' years over 'ere! Firs' years!"

"Hey, Mattie, it's a giant!" Alfred whispered into his brother's ear. "How tall d'ya think he is? 20 feet? 30?"

"Alfred," Matthew said exasperatedly. "One, that's rude, and two, you're really exaggerating!"

Alfred tried to walk towards the man, but Hermione stopped him. "That's Hagrid, he's the Gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures teacher. But we're fourth years. . . er, you are 14, right?"

"Yep," responded the twins in unison. "Anyways, what about all of us being fourth years?"

"Oh, right. Well, it's not specific to fourth years, but unless you're a first year, you take the carriages up to the entrance. First years go in boats an they enter the Great Hall after us. After that, they get sorted. Ah, here the carriages are!" The carriages pulled up all in a row and the students began to pile in.

Alfred and Matthew started at the carriages. "Hey, guys, what are those things pulling the carriages, eh?" Matthew asked.

"T-there isn't anything there, Matthew. The carriages have always pulled themselves," Hermione answered. "What is it that you see?"

"It's kinda creepy, dudes! They're like, a grayish blackish horse, and they're really bony. And then they've got wings that are paper thing!" Alfred told Hermione. "Ring a bell?"

"Yes, actually. That sounds like an exact description of a Thestral!"

"A Thes-whatty-who-how? Say that again, slower this time."

"Theeeestrals," Hermione pronounced, making sure to say it very slowly this time. "Only people that have seen death can see Thestrals."

"Who've you seen die?" Ron asked immediately. Harry elbowed him again.

"Lots of people," Alfred said, and got into the carriage.

The group was silent during the ride to the castle. Alfred and Matthew stared up at the slowly growing brick figure in front of them.

Lots of people? What kind of childhood have they had? Harry pondered, concernedly. Ron and Hermione's thoughts were along the same line.

That's so big! And I'm gonna spend the year here? Totally amazing, dude! Alfred was thinking.

I hope that we have fun this year, Arthur seemed really excited. I might have to make some additions to Maple Leaf to impress him and Alfred, were Matthew's thoughts.

The carriages stopped in front of the entrance and the group hopped out. The doors were propped open by a couple students who were kind enough to make sure others weren't smushed in between them. But those students could only protect from the door's dangers, not from what was behind the door. And behind that door was Peeves.

Peeves meant double trouble for Alfred. As he walked trough the entry, he was hit with a blast of water. Expecting attack, he whirled around and pulled his gun out of his pocket, shooting up at the ceiling. While the bullet met its mark and went straight through Peeves's chest, it was just that , it went straight through him.
Alfred screamed a high-pitched girly scream. "IT'S A GHOST IT'S A GHOST OHMYGOD NOOOOO! FREEDOM, HELP ME!"

Sorry, the library's closing. Will finish up this chapter tomorrow and put up the new one.