A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club March

Fabulous World of Comics: 30 - (word) darkness

Lyric Alley: 17- Ride home, put your head on my shoulder

Word Count: 545

Hermione stared out the window. She couldn't believe she'd done it. She'd altered her parents' memories. They had no clue who she was anymore. They were safer this way. That fact didn't make her feel any better though.

The guy next to her was playing with a Rubix cube, trying to figure it out. She knew how to solve it, but right now, she didn't want to talk to anyone. Besides, he looked like he didn't want to be disturbed. He had a cap pulled down, hiding his face. Right now, all she wanted was to get to the Burrow. She needed to start planning for what to do next.

The lights flickered and suddenly the train was plunged into darkness. Hermione could hear people gasping, questioning what was going on. Hermione's fingers slid toward her pocket, towards the wand she knew was there. If this was an attack, she wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"It's okay," a voice stated, grabbing her hand and holding it. The train moved through the darkness for a moment before the sound of the brakes squealing alerted the passengers that the train had stopped. Hermione turned to the man next to her, her hand still in his.

"You're safe with me," he promised.

"I'm sorry, but, I don't even know who you are. We don't know what's even happening?"

"Listen, just trust me. No matter what happens, I'll keep you safe, Hermione," he stated.

"Wait, how do you know my name?" Hermione asked, her wand in her free hand. She leveled it at him, even though in the darkness he wouldn't be able to see it.

"Because, it's me, Fred," he answered, pulling off the hat. Hermione blinked.

"And I should just believe you? Prove it," she ordered. "Just like the ministry said. What do you call your twin?"

"Forge," Fred answered, laughing. "And I'm Gred. Now, put the wand away before someone sees and we both get in more trouble. This might be nothing?"

"You're probably right. The trains break down all the time, no reason to panic," she answered, lowering her wand but not quite putting it away. She still didn't know for certain they would be alright.

"Hermione."

"I'm seventeen," she hissed. "I can protect myself, Fred."

"Right, I forgot."

"Why are you even on the train?"

"I was coming to get you, actually. Mum wanted to make sure you made it to the Burrow alright, and I forgot you can apparate..." Fred admitted. Hermione felt herself smile.

"Thanks, oh, by the way, you need to solve the white part into a cross first," she said, touching the Rubix cube Fred had left on the seat.

"You can solve this?"

"Yes, I learned a few years ago."

The lights flickered back on, temporarily blinding everyone on the train. Hermione slid back into her seat, still holding Fred's hand.

"Guess it was just a mechanical issue," she said softly, sighing in relief.

"Good thing too, I'd hate to have to tell Mum I had to fight You Know Who to save your life," Fred joked. Hermione laughed.

"Maybe I would be saving you?"

"Maybe," Fred agreed, picking up the Rubix cube and holding it out to Hermione. "Want to help me?"

"I'd love to."