Chapter 36

Alice's POV

Once again, we came in falling from the ceiling, plummeting down onto the floor with a heavy smack the carpeted floor doing very little to reduce the impact. The newly familiar Dursley house filling our surroundings.

"Harry, Bella! Come get the door!" Petunia yelled at the two from the bottom of the stairs despite being close enough to the door herself. Moments later the pair came trudging down, they look different from the last time we had seen them; both their hair was longer, and they had grown out of their little baby faces. Nevertheless, no matter how much they grew their second-hand clothes, a disgrace to fashion everywhere, was still far to big on their skinny frames.

"If she starts to get too insultingly please just hit me across the head and put me out of my misery." Bella pleaded, clearly not happy to see whoever was on the other end of that door, "You think I could fake being sick? They wouldn't want to be around me if that were the case."

"As much as I would love for us to do that we need to play nice if we ever want Vernon to sign these papers."

Sighing Bella pulled the front door open. Vernon came through first followed closely behind by a large lady in a green cotton blazer and matching skirt that was so many kinds of wrong for her body; her wet blonde hair from the rain reached up to her chin. If I had to guess from appearance and aura alone I would say she was Vernon's sister.

"Um, Uncle Vernon. Could you sign some papers for us for school?" Bella asked softly, stopping him as he put the piles of luggage down on the floor.

"Maybe later, if you behave." He replied with little care.

"I will when she does." Harry summered as the two unwilling twins followed the rest into the living room.

"Ah, so you're still here are you." The woman turned to glare at them. Nothing but disgust on her chubby face.

What the hell was her issue? Were all the members of this family so cruel?

"Don't say yes in that that ungrateful tone. You should be grateful for my brother taking you in. You would have gone straight to the orphanage if you had been left on my front door step." She spat her nose held high in the air as though she were royalty.

"What a horrible bitch." Rose snarled, "Who does she think she is?"

"You two, kitchen. Go help finish dinner and set the table whilst we catch up." Petunia instructed, ordering them about the house like maids.

"Dudley!" The woman ran to coddle Dudley who was left uninterested, groaning as he moved to continue watching the tv. Disappearing as soon at the left for the kitchen.

"God, I hate Marge. She thinks she's so much better than the rest of us, funny and perfect." Bella whined, "I can't wait to do back to Hogwarts tomorrow. Just one more day and we're free from this hell."

"Agreed. You want to stir that and I'll start at the table?" Shrugging Bella picked up a discarded wooden spoon and stirred something in a pot. Spaghetti?

"Have you seen that one book from Hagrid? I don't know how on earth we're expected to open that." Harry commented, "It practically tried to bite me last time I tried."

"Done." Bella mumbled pouring food onto a plate, "Great, dinner with the witch. I wonder how many times she'll insult us today." The off-hand comment was someone ironic considering her status as a Witch herself.

Plates were put down and everyone took a place at the table, except for Harry and Bella who stayed behind the counter. I understand they didn't like them, but would it be too much to allow them to sit and eat with you? This wasn't Cinderella. Esme shook her head in disgust.

"So where is it that you sent the boy again, Vernon?" Marge asked as she slurped down a strand of pasta.

"Um…St. Brutus a fine institution for troubled cases." What? They were troubled cases now? What kind of horrid cover story did there people have going on?

"Do they use a cane?" She asked seriously. Did people even still do that?

"Oh yeah, I've been beaten loads of times." He held back a smile and Bella stifled back a giggle.

"And the girl?"

Bella. Her name is Bella. Her ignorance made me want to slap her silly.

"Ooh, I have this one." Bella replied quickly, "Wycombe Abbey, an all-girls boarding school that helps turn girls into serious, smart and mature women. Apparently, I was becoming a self-centred, childish and a rule breaker" Bella said under one breath. Stopping abruptly and trying not to laugh.

"And do they use the cane on you?"

"No, but sometimes if you're bad they'll lock you up in confinement for the rest of the day. It happens to me a lot."

"Good. I hate all that silly billy nonsense about not punishing children who deserve it. But you mustn't blame yourself for how these two came out Vernon. It's all to do with blood. What is it that their father did again Petunia?"

"Nothing he was unemployed." Her answer was immediate.

"A drunk too no doubt." Marge scoffed.

"That's a lie!" Bella growled, turning away from the counter to face the plump woman.

"What did you say to me?"

"You're lying. My dad wasn't a drunk, he was a great man so keep his name out of your mouth." She snapped, her eyes cold.

The wine glass in that bitch of women's hand shattered under her tight grip, "No need to fuss Petunia I have a firm grip that's all." She flexed her fingers.
"I think it's time for you two to go to bed." Vernon said with a nervous laugh.

"Quite Vernon. You clean this up." She ordered pointing at the younger version of my best friend. Resentfully, she got to her knees and began picking up the shards off the glimmering glass as Marge continued her insults, acting as though the pair weren't there.

"She shouldn't be made to work as a maid in her own home. She made the mess, she cleans up," Esme snarled. As for Edward, well let's just say he was far from happy, glaring daggers at the adults. I didn't think Vernon and Petunia could be topped for worst person on earth, but I think Marge was the new winner.

"It doesn't matter about the Father really, it's all to do with the Mother. You see it all the time with pups, if there's something wrong with the bitch then there's something wrong with the pups." She laughed to herself.

Why that horrible bit-

"Shut up! Shut up!" Harry screamed his face turning red and the plate cracking under his shaking tense grip. Both twins glaring at the woman they unfortunately had to call family.

"Right. You listen to me-" She began but was forced to stop abruptly when an air bubble appearing on the tip of her finger travelled down her arm. Arriving at her stomach she blew up like Violet Beauregarde.

"Help me Vernon! Help me!" She screamed as her inflated body rose from the floor, heading towards the open patio door the odds weren't looking good in her favour which I couldn't not say she deserved.

Watching the entire event unfold realisation suddenly hit Bella like a ton of bricks, "Harry. Harry! We've gotta get out of here." I doubt that turning Marge into a balloon was at all intentional, but I doubted that was something Vernon would care for, after all he had put bars on their windows last year and locked them up like criminals.

"Well at least the dog doesn't seem to like her either." I smirked at the sight of the dog clawing on Vernon's leg.

Emmett grinned, "This is amazing. Remind me to thank Bella for providing us with so much quality content."

"That seems kind of dangerous," We watched as Vernon's grip slipped, "If she keeps on going she's going to die eventually." Esme bit her lip in uncertainty somewhere between hating the woman with a passion but not wanting someone to die.

"At least no one can say that she didn't deserve it." Rose spoke.

Back in their bedrooms Harry and Bella made quick to pull their bags from underneath their beds and frantically pack whatever was missing. I guess they were leaving a day early.

"How- what the hell just happened?" Bella rambled, "Did I- did you- did we?" Standing suddenly, she knocked over an item from the desk.

A photo.

The falling item frame made both teenagers freeze and glance over, Bella kneeling to slowly pick it back up with a heavy weight slummed on her shoulders.

"Who are they?" Jasper asked as he peered over her shoulder to get a better look.

"Their parents." Edwards smiled softly after getting a better look himself.

The woman had sun-ridden orange hair and a flattering pale complexion, her eyes a shade of green that radiated so much love and life in one single photo. Both dancing, her partner had a hell full of dark messy locks and an almost identical rounded pair of skinny framed glasses.

People were right. Her mother was almost identical to Bella, only more so as she grew, with only differing eyes that seemed to be a replica of her dads. Harry being the complete opposite was a splitting image even in eyewear to his father with shared compassion riddled eyes as their mother.

"Bella really does look so much like her mother." Esme smiled sadly, "It's such a shame…"

"What is?" Emmett asked.

"That they never got to spend time with each other. They could have been such a happy family."

Bella was my best friend, my sister, I would give anything to give her a life with her family if that made her happy, even if it meant we never met.

"Alice, what are you doing?" Carlisle questioned as I dropped to my knees, rummaging through the draws that followed. Shrugging I simply stated, "Looking for something." If I found what I wanted to, this would be amazing.

Bingo!

"Guys look," I gleamed holding the slick paper between my fingers, showing my find to the family's prying eyes. Another photo, this time of the entire family. They must have been only months old with their wide eyes and gummy smiles, Lilly and James themselves only slightly older than they had appeared in the first photo. Infant Bella sat on her fathers' lap, a handful of strawberry hair sprouting from her head.

"Aww," Esme cooed.

Rosalie wouldn never admit it, but she cooed also; She just couldn't resist a cute baby and Bella proved to be just that.

"Let me see," Emmett argued to brush past the crowd, "Aww, baby Bellsy was so cute."

"Come on, we better go now before Uncle Vernon gets even madder. I wouldn't put it past him to try and bar the windows again." She shook her head, the memory playing over her face.

Waiting at the bottom of the stair was Vernon. His face turning purple from the lack of oxygen. "You bring her back, you bring her back right now!" Vernon yelled. He spared no expense on his volume, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole street heard. Had anyone on the street saw?

"No, she got deserved what she got!" Harry snarled standing protectively in front of his sister, "Keep away from us or you're next. "

"You're not allowed to do magic outside of school." Vernon scoffed but the obvious fear in his eyes was indeed very real.

"Really? Try me." Harry growled.

"They won't let you back now. You have nowhere to go."

"Anywhere is better than here." He pushed Vernon aside and marched towards the door, heading into the darkening evening, ensuring that the door slammed shut behind them. Storming up the street no one bothered to follow them out, some family they were.

"Remind me again why Dumbledore chose to let them raise them?" Rosalie asked as we chased after them. Okay they were their only immediate family I guess but that hardly made them fit to raise two additional children that they clearly hated. I'm sure anywhere would have been netter. Heck, even Hagrid could do a better job!

"Where do we go?"
"I don't know" He admitted as the anger inside began to deflate, "I suppose are choices consist of sleeping in the park or start making our way to Kings Cross." They walked for a while longer, the heavy bags lugging behind them still, before perching down on the end of the sidewalk, the deserted park behind them filled with swings and slider looked eerie in the dark.

Esme looked concerned, "I really do hope that they didn't spend the night in the park, that's hardly safe."

"We could try Hermione?"

"Hermione lives on the other side of London. I doubt are gallons will go over very well with muggle taxi drivers and we hardly call her with no pay phone nearby…or no money."

Was a gallon some sort of wizard currency? Wizards had their own money?

Finally a teenager Bella didn't have a phone? Tragic.

We turned back to see the pair staring intensely at something across the road within the trees but by the time our eyes met where theirs were, whatever it was, was gone. Straight away their exterior turned rigged and they jumped to their feet ready to run.

Harry nodded towards his younger sister, "Yeah, I saw it."

Saw what though?

Then, appearing from seemingly nowhere, a purple double-decker bus, speeding at what seemed like ninety miles per hour came to a sudden stop. The blast of wind knocked Harry off his feet with his bags tumbling down with him. There were no seats on the bus…only beds aligned in rows and a hanging chandelier over top; the cleanness of it seemed out of place with the dirtiness of the entire thing.

"Well this is certainly the most bizarre bus I can say I've ever seen," Carlisle said peeking through the filthy bus windows, "Certainly in London."

Without warning, the bus door parted open and a tall lanky man with pale skin and dark brown hair stepped out. His lower face was covered with stubble, forming a scruffy beard and was wearing a dark purple jacket with matching pants and a white shirt that hardly qualified as being white anymore. The ensembled was finished off with, surprise surprise, a purple tie. I guess purple was their branded colour.

"Hello, stranded Wizard or Witch to the night bus. I am Stanley Shunpike and I will be your conductor for tonight" Stanley spoke glancing between the two but with his eyes mainly focused on Harry, "Watcha doin on the floor?"

The night bus? How did they know who and where people were stranded? I let the question leave my mind as soon as it had entered, I was learning that sometimes it was better off not to ponder on too may questions, there were just too many.

"I fell over."

"Well watcha fall over for?"

"I'm sorry, but what? The night bus? I've never heard of that before today?" Bella interrupted.

"It's a bus. We take you places. Now do you want to get on or do you want to sleep in the park?" Bella shook her head, "Well good then, now get on in."

The inside of bus held around twenty beds, not counting the possible ones on the upper deck, with with various older people sound asleep in them. In the drivers seat was an elderly bus driver with white hair and a long moustache. Above was a shrivelled, dark-skinned African head…one that was talking.

Okay…

As the driver took off at top speed I stumbled over my feet, something I had done…ever. Bella quickly reached out and grabbed hold of the bed post to steady herself before falling however Harry wasn't as fast and tumbled off from the cushioned bed and onto his knees. How on earth were people sleeping on this thing?

"So, what did you say your names were?" Asked Stan cluelessly as they drove on.

"We didn't."

"Well then, whereabouts you headin?" He asked another question.

"Leaky Cauldron?" Bell shrugged, before Turing to Harry "We can't exactly camp out at Kings Cross overnight and I swear I remember Ron mentioning that he would be there tomorrow morning before the train. I'm sure Hermione will be there too."

With the bus whizzing in and out of the traffic how on earth was no one seeing this? Apparently Bella was thinking the same thing, "What about the Muggles? Can't they see us?"

"Muggles? They don't see nothing."

"Hey Ern, little old lady at twelve o'clock." The Jamaican voice rang out. The bus came to an abrupt stop and I tumble forwards one more only being caught by Jasper at the last moment. Harry, less fortunately, slammed face first into the murky, glass window and Bella fell down off the bed. Like said, a grey-haired woman with a bent back was shuffling across the road, step by step…slowly.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, three and a half, two, one and three-quarters. Yes!" The lady finally crossed, and the bus went speeding off again.

I have serious distaste for this bus, would not recommend. Why would you want to spend your time traveling in a filthy bus as it flies off roads knocking you off your feet every few minutes? And what about these sleeping people? How are they still in bed and not falling out? Are they chained to the bed or something? And how has that chandelier not fallen and killed someone yet?

"Whose that?" Bella asked Stan, motioning to the picture of a man inked onto the front of the Daily Prophet he was reading. The man in question was stood with a wooden plate with numbers indicating his cell number if his frantic screaming and ragged get up was any indication.

"Who's that?" Stan said in a mocking voice, "That's Sirius Black that is. A murderer, got himself locked up in Azkaban for it."

Azkaban. Bella said we would learn more about that.

"How did he escape?" Bella asked reading off the paper.

"That's the thing, no one knows b'cos he's the first on to do it." Stan replied, "He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who, you've heard of him ain't you?"

They both nodded. Boy did they know who he was…

"Hey Ern, two double-decker buses at ahead. Ernie, they're getting closer!" The shrunken head yelled from beside the window, breaking the growing tension in the room. "Mind yo head!" The head informed as what can be noted as the strangest thing ever to happen, happened.

The bus got closer and closer to the oncoming bus and for a moment I was sure that we were going to crash; that is until the walls started to squish together, compacting us together. As this was happening, my body had turned flat, turning into some sort of 2d version of myself. To everybody on the bus. Sleeping passengers and Stan included.

"Dammit this is cool!" Emmett cheered on.

"This is definitely unusual." Carlisle muttered in disbelief. However, the disbelief only lasted for a short moment as for once we passed, the bus sprang back, as did we.

"Leaky Cauldron! Next stop, Nocturn Alley." The moment they stepped back onto solid ground a hunched over figure in black was waiting for them, his skin wrinkled and frail looking desperately in need for a sit-down. "Follow me please, Mr and Miss Potter" Entering in through the worn-down building behind they were met with two excited hoots.

"Hedwig!" "Pebbles!"

How on earth did they get here when they had only decided where they were headed whilst on the bus?

"You two have very smart birds, arrived just a few moments before you did." A fourth figure entered the room taking set behind a neatly organised desk, waiting for them both to sit before further speaking, "Your uncle's sister has been located a little south of Sheffield, but she has been brought down and punctured with no memory of this evening's events. No harm done. Pea soup?"

Was that the Minister?

Wait a second, how was one punctured? I grimaced at the thought.

"Um no thank you, Minister. But-I don't understand." Harry shook his head in confusion.

"Understand?"

"Underage Wizards aren't allowed to use magic outside of school." Bella reminded him.

"Oh, come on now. The Ministry hardly throws people in Azkaban for blowing up their aunts. It was an accident and it was easily solved. But running away like that with our current circumstances…"

"What circumstances?" Harry asked.

"We have a killer on the loose." Spoke the Minister in a grave tone.

"Sirius Black you mean." Said Harry, "But what does that have to do with us?" The guy from the paper?

"Oh- Um…nothing. You're safe and will be returning back to Hogwarts tomorrow. Safe Hogwarts. Now keep this in mind you two, I don't think that it's safe to wander, not now, especially with a murder on the loose. Tom will take you to your rooms, I've taken the liberty of housing you until you can catch the train tomorrow morning. Don't be late."

Oh god! Bella was going to be housed down by a murderer, wasn't she?

"Thank you Minister." Bella credited.

"I'm warning you Hermione, keep, that bloody beast way from my Scabbers or I'll turn him into a tea pot!" Ron yelled from somewhere downstairs.

"What do you expect Ronald, he's a cat! It's in his nature" Hermione argued back, "And like you could do that in the first place."

It was so obvious, those two clearly had a crush on one another. I was calling it.

"A Cat?! That's what they told you, looks more like a pig with fur!" Ron scowled.

"Ha, that's rich coming from the owner of that smelly old shoe brush-" Hermione stopped short at the sight of a now freshly clothed Harry and Bella making their way down the stairs into the foreign room.

"You two done ripping out each other's throats yet or should we come back?" Bella quizzed, a smirk as she ravished in the accustomed recognizable behaviour of the bickering duo.

"Yeah, sure." Ron grumbled, "But this isn't over Hermione."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I didn't know that you two would be here so early." She commented moving to stand besides Bella.

"We stayed overnight." Harry said in response and was met with Hermione's stern eyes.

"Why? What did you do this time?"

"It's really less of what we did and more of what we accidently did…"

"And what did you 'accidently' do exactly?"

"So, you know our Aunt Marge?" Bella began.

"Somehow related to the devil, would call her a witch if I wasn't one myself?" Hermione recited like she was reading from a description from memory.

"Exactly! Well…there might have been an argument which may have resulted in her accidently…blowing up. Not like 'kabloom' or anything." She animated with her hands, "But like…a balloon."

"You did what?!" Hermione squealed as Ron laughed. "Bloody hell mate."

"And the Ministry? Did they-?"

Harry shook his head, "We're fine, the just…let it go. Said we had more to worry about with a killer on the loose."

Hermione's eyes went wide at the notion of the changed topic, clearly with a lot to say on the matter, "You heard about that? Did you-"

"Harry! Bella!" Mrs Weasley greeted the pair with a welcoming hug that cut Hermione's sentence short, "It's so great to see you. Do you have everything you need? Books, all your clothes?"

"Yep, they're all upstairs."

"It's great to see you to Mrs Weasley, thank you for worrying." Bella smiled, a real 'eyes lighting up, carefree look' smile I hadn't seen from her yet. I couldn't help but love how much she cared for them, it was nice to know that even through everything, they still had a mother figure in their life.

"It's lovely to know that Mrs. Weasley take care of them." Esme awed.

Mr Weasley waved as he approached, Bella addressed him smiling. "I wondered if I could have a word?" He offered. Nodding, the pair were guided towards a secluded part of the loud room. "Many people within the Ministry would strongly be against me telling you what I am about to, but I think that you have the right to know. You are in danger. Grave danger." He explained bluntly in a hushed tone.

"Does this have anything to do with Sirius Black?" Harry asked. Of course it did. Because there was a literal murdered on the loose and those two were danger magnets.

"What do you know about Sirius Black?"

"Not much. That he's escaped from Azkaban." Bella responded simply.

"Thirteen years ago when you-know-who was destroyed, Black lost everything. Yet he always remained loyal as his servant. So to him, you two are the only thing standing between him and you-know-who returning to power. And that is why he has escaped from Azkaban to-"

"To kill us." Bella finished for him. Oddly enough she didn't sound scared, only exhausted. I guess almost being killed became tiring in it's third year.

"Damn…" Emmett muttered, "Bella is unluckier than I thought. Trolls, Voldemort, fighting a giant snake, a young Tom Riddle and now a psycho killer. Can't catch a break."

Edward turned rigged. Of course, he had just learnt that his girlfriend had been murder victim candy when she was thirteen, it was hardly easy information to swallow.

" I want you to promise that you won't go looking for Black."

Bella looked confused, "Why would we go looking for someone who wants to kill us?"

"Just promise."

"Okay, we promise." Harry assured.

"He definitely knows something more that he won't let onto, otherwise why the secretive promise for them not to go after a murderer?" Rosalie shrugged, "That has to mean there would be a reason they would purposely seek him out."

Joining the Weasley's outside, in addition to Hermione, the cluster climbed into the ridden down car that had been used last year to travel to the school after the portal had closed, except now it was all clean and fixed like it had never been attacked by the Weeping Willow in the first place. Somehow, they managed to fit everybody in, there must have been some sort of enchantment on it; no way everybody could have fit otherwise.

They sped along the roads clumsily for a while before reaching Kings Cross station. Mr. Weasley was hardly a god driver, I guess that when you were a Wizard you didn't really need a car when you could travel by floo powder.

"Hurry up everyone, it's almost eleven!" Mrs Weasley cried frantically as she ushered everyone towards the platform. Then just like that, everyone disappeared through the wall between platform nine and ten.

"Can't wait to try this" Emmett yelled excitedly, excited to run through a wall despite the fact that in the past memory alone we had already walked through a pile of rocks. We weren't really here, we could pass through anything we wanted.

Not that I wanted too.

"Hurry up" Mrs. Weasley screamed again, thrusting the many train tickets into the conductors' hand then turning to face her children. "Goodbye Ginny" She hugged her youngest daughter tightly causing her to blush away red. Honestly, why she would realistically want to send her back after being possessed and almost dying in the chamber last year was kind of beyond me. And now with a murderer on the list things didn't seem much safer.

The train was huge, taking up the entire available track and more so beyond what I could see. Just as we had all stepped onto the train, the engine stirred, and we began moving along the tracks as the train gained momentum. Over the sounds of the train wheels churning, Mrs. Weasleys screams from outside were still heard. Looking through the window she was running alongside the train with a rat in her hand,

"Ron!" She screamed as Ron sheepishly leaned over to grab the rat from her, "Don't lose him!" She yelled, still running with the train, only to stop moments later when the train curved a bend and she couldn't run anymore. Once away from the platform, they got their bags in tow and headed up and down the carts looking for a place to sit. Except everywhere was full.

"Come on, everywhere else is full." Hermione sighed pointing to the only relatively empty cart. With the group divided it was only the four of them.

The compartment was occupied by a sleeping man, half hidden underneath his muddy brown jacket that covered him like a blanket.

He couldn't be a student, and from the looks of it Bella nor everyone else neither seem to know who he was either. A new teacher maybe? He kind of looked homeless.

I mean, I doubted that he was actually homeless, because why on earth would a homeless man be on a train towards a school? Was that even allowed? I doubt- no, it can't be a homeless person. Probably just a teacher who just so happened to look kind of homeless because he, to put it as nicely as I could, looked kind of scruffy. Then again, did all teachers ride the train? And should they not be there before all the students were, so shouldn't that mean that if her were a teacher should he not already be there? And if not, I'm sure there must have been a teacher's compartment…

"Alice, as your brother I am asking you, begging you in fact to stop the long, overly dramatic thoughts." Edward muttered with an expression of annoyance.

Can a girl not have a private thought without someone invading their headspace? "No one is asking you to listen."

"You're practically screaming."

"Fine!"

"Well then." Bella bit her bottom lip nervously as she pushed the compartment doors open; choosing to sit beside the unnamed man along with Harry with the Ron and Hermione sat opposite. Somehow, the seven of us managed to squeeze into the tiny compartment that was clearly made for less bodies.

"Who is that?" Ron asked eyeing the figure under the heavy coat.

"Professor R.J Lupin." Hermione answered simply.

"Do you know everything? How is it that you know everything?" Ron said with wide eyes.

"It's on his suitcase Ronald." Hermione sighed in a sarcastic voice causing Ron to blush with embarrassment.

"Do you think that he's really asleep?" Harry whispered softly seeing if the man, Lupin, would stir.

"Looks like it." Hermione nodded.

"Good. Well, we have something to tell you." Harry leaned forwards in his seat, "When we were talking to your dad earlier, he told us about Sirius Black and how0 and how the only thing standing between him and Voldemort rising to power is us."

"So that's why he escaped out of prison to-"

"Kill us." They both muttered.

"Damn it you two, can we not go one year without someone trying to kill you." Ron said, somewhere between a joke and genuine concern.

"But they'll catch Black, won't they?" Hermione sounded worried, "I mean, everyone's looking for him."

"Sure, except that no one has ever escaped out of Azkaban before, and he's a crazy."

Hermione faced him with a stern look which was followed by the train making a sudden and unexpected stop. With the window showing a valley of fields they couldn't be anywhere close to Hogwarts.

I didn't like this. I didn't need my powers to know something bad was bound to happen.

As though a storm was ready to thrash, the sky turned grey. The lights on the inside of the train flickering before shutting off completely, stretching all the way through.

"Shh, wait. There's something moving out there." Ron gasped with his face pressed up against the window, "Someone's coming aboard."

The window, which was now glistening with water drops from the sudden rain burst outside, turned to ice and the entire compartment fell cold. This, this felt evil. Maybe it was my own anxiety or maybe it was Bella's fear, but a chill ran up my spine.

"What's going on?" Esme whispered leaning further into Carlisle.

It was hard to see anything outside of the compartment and so when the door slowly began to open, we were all struck with fear. Long and bony fingers poked their way through the narrow gap, the rest soon followed, heavily cloaked black floating inches from the floor; a void for an open mouth and breathing heavily.

I pushed myself backwards further into the chair. Rationally I knew this thing couldn't hurt me, here or not I was a vampire with speed and skill, but this was a thing of nightmares. Far worse than the spiders.

Then it opened its mouth. The sound that followed was like tires screeching, and then next- next the monstrous creature set its eyes on Bella. In an act that is almost impossible to describe it was sucking at her face from a distance; a swirl of misty colours being pulled away like it was sucking the life from her.

"What's the fuck is that thing doing?" Rose asked horrified.

R.J Lupin, the man beside in the carriage startled awake screaming with his wand pointed outwards. A blue light erupted from the wand taking aim at the black creature's mouth; chasing it out of the compartment. Eyes rolled to the back of her head Bella fell limp against Harry as everything went black.

What…the fuck?

"What the fuck just happened?" Rosalie screeched, "What was that?"

"Didn't Bella say this was the one year that wasn't 'that bad?' We're only five minutes in and she's already been attacked by some demon."

Edward once again turned rigged, I couldn't imagine how hard it could possibly be watching the girl you love be attacked within inches of her life. I loved her like a sister and it was hard enough, but Edward, Edward loved her with everything.

It started out quietly but soon what were background screeched turned into yelling; begging, screaming, pleading. It was so loud. Tormented. I wanted to cover my hands over my ears but the sound wouldn't stop, it was ringing inside my head. The blackness was overtaken by a bright flash of green light followed by sudden stillness and somewhere over the screams was the distinctive sound of two babies crying.

Oh god.

This was Bella's mother's death. Her nightmare, bits and pieces from a child's memory being forced to watch the person they love most being torn away from them and not being old enough to understand why.

I wanted to be sick. I couldn't- this was awful.

Even as Bella's eyes fluttered back into consciousness and the image of green faded away none of us spoke. There was nothing we could have possibly have said.

"Ugh, what the hell- what just happened?" Bella asked groggily sitting up slowly away from Harry's lap.

"Bella! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" The sigh of relief in Harry's voice overtaken by the concern she may be injured. Thankfully, other than a minor headache and the drowsiness she was fine.

"That was a Dementor. Searching the train for Black." Mr. Lupin explained, handing something over before standing to his feet, "It's chocolate. Eat up it will make you feel better. I have to go and speak to the driver." And with that he left.

With a sudden emptiness now present with the departure of this R.J Lupin, the compartment was eerily quiet. "Can someone please explain to me what just happened. I feel like I've missed something."

"Apparently that Dementor." The word sounded foreign on her Ron's lips, "Works for the ministry. And just then it was feeding off your happiness and sucking at your soul."

Bella choked as she swallowed the remainder of her chocolate looking wide eyed. The Ministry let monsters like that roam free? And they let them road directly onto a train-full of kids as young as eleven on the small possibility a man could be aboard?!

Writing in Allice's POV is wayyyy easier.

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