Thanks so much for reading! We won't do much of an intro, so we can get into the story. I actually want to try and get this up before lunch(Mountain time), but we'll see...
On the display in Flourish and Blotts was a book that caught his attention. Death Omens, what to do when your expecting the worst. Voldemort... The Chamber Of Secrets... Hermione... James... Lily... Five minutes later he was walking outside, emerged in lists of dark omens and dead parents...
Harry and Hermione, who had never gotten the chance to ride the train to Hogwarts, were among the first people at the train station. As it happened, they spent the time talking to Harriet,(who apparated with Proffessor Snape disguised as another wizard) and were among the last to actually board the train.
They finally found a compartment with only an asleep man.
"Who do you think he is?" Ron asked
"Professor R.J. Lupin." Harriet said.
"Well of course you'd know."
Hermione put the twins to sleep as Ron and Harriet talked. They were almost 7 months old and sleeping well. She said they were radiating heat around the cool room. Ron was very impressed. Hermione was just tired.
She laid her head on Harry as they talked. They were going over a bridge when the train screeched to a stop. The lights flickered and went out. The air became unbearably cold. They sat in the dark for a couple minutes.
The door of their compartment suddenly Slater open. A horrible, dark, cloaked creature was floating in the doorway. Then all Hermione knew was screaming...
She was in trouble now. They knew. Footsteps ran up the stairs. She tried to hide. He had the whip. He started yelling at her, speaking gibberish. Then he raised his arm...
"Hermione! Hermione! Can you hear me!?"
Harry was sitting next to her, yelling. His face looked panic-stricken and relieved she had opened her eyes. She felt icy cold and nauseous.
"Are you alright?"
I try to nod but just slump against him.
"What happened?"
"What was that?"
"A dementor." Professor Lupin says. "One of the guards of Azkaban. What happened?"
"I was at home when I was nine. They had discovered my ability to read."
Ron and Harry look sorrowful. Harriet already does. Lupin doesn't know anything.
"Dementors force us to relive our worst memories and feast on our sorrow."
I Lay unresponsive for acouple more minutes before remembering James and Lily. They are fine. I am not.