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Chapter 2: Ernie Macmillan's Disappearance

Harry, Ron and Hermione had been riding the train for a half hour, and still were discussing who could've stolen the Dursley's souls, what question he asked, and what his magical device was.

"I still think it was You-Know-Who," Ron said.

"No, it can't be Voldemort. Remember, there's suppose to be a load of spells protecting the Dursley's house so that Voldemort can't come near me."

"Will you stop saying the name!" Ron hissed.

"I agree with Harry. Why would he bother with the Dursleys? What sort of question would he want to ask them?" said Hermione.

Harry still didn't tell them about the feeling that this man was not from this world. Would they believe him? Harry doubted it.

Just then, their three least favourite people strolled into their compartment.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" snapped Harry.

Malfoy had a malicious grin on his face. "I heard about your poor Muggle relatives, Potter. It's all over the Ministry. But you do realize that you are a suspect, don't you?"

"What exactly do you mean? Harry couldn't have done anything, he wasn't there when it happened!" Hermione said defensively.

"How can we know for sure? Besides, it's well known that Potter hates his relatives, and after all that news coming out in the open last year. Perfect Potter, a Parseltongue?"

Harry and Ron stood up, ready to fight the three as Crabbe and Goyle flexed their big muscles. "That doesn't make any difference," Ron growled.

"Why don't you three just leave us alone?" said Hermione. Malfoy was ready to snap a comeback at her when, right on time, the witch came in, pushing the trolley.

"Anything from the trolley, dears?" she said, oblivious to the situation. Malfoy scowled and he, Crabbe and Goyle left. Harry bought several snacks for them all to eat, and they finally stopped discussing the mysterious man.

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Ernie Macmillan (Remember him? That Hufflepuff guy who was positive that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin?) sat alone in his compartment. His friends were all off looking for the trolley, of which had somehow missed them, while he chose to remain behind. He didn't feel much like sweets.

All of a sudden he got a chill down his spine. Something wasn't right. His friends hadn't gone for long, and the Dementors were no longer patrolling the train. So what was it?

Ernie heard the compartment door open. "Back al-" he started, but then realized that it wasn't his friends. It was some one he had never seen before.

The boy was wearing Muggle clothes, a white sweater and a pair of blue jeans. He had white hair that hung down like stalactites and cold, glaring brown eyes. He was wearing a weird medallion sort of thing that looked like a triangle inside a ring with five arrowheads hanging off of it. There was a strange eye design in the triangle.

"Oh, hello," said Ernie, "You must be a new student. But you look a little too old for a first year."

Suddenly the boy adopted a sinister looking grin. He raised his hands to his medallion, and it started to shine brightly.

"What the-" Suddenly the light got so bright that it blinded Ernie. Then he felt some thing tugging at his very soul, and it ripped it out of his body.

The light died down and Ernie's body lay slumped against the wall, eyes wide open in shock. The boy looked down at the card, now containing Ernie's soul and said, "Four down, six to go."

He walked out of the compartment, as if nothing had happened.

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The train arrived at Hogwarts and they rode in the rickety carriages to the castle. They sat down for the feast and watched the Sorting. Was Harry imagining it, or was everyone at the Hufflepuff table looking distressed?

Dumbledore stood up for his usual speeches, but somehow he too looked unsettled. "I am not sure if anyone outside of the Hufflepuff house is aware of it yet, but there was an incident on the train you all need to be aware of."

A dead silence was cast over the room. Everyone was wondering what the news was.

"Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff was found on the train, soul-less."

Immediately there was a whisper among the students. Harry could see Malfoy smirking at him, as if accusing him of doing it.

"We are not sure who did this, but we will be sure to try and find the guilty person and hand them over to the Ministry. If there is a way to save Ernie and get back his soul, we will do our best to find it." Dumbledore still looked troubled as he continued with the regular speeches to the students. Only when Ron snapped Harry back into the real world did Harry realize that someone very familiar was sitting up at the head table.

"And for my last announcement, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is last year's Beauxbatons competitor, Fleur Delacour." There was an enthusiastic applause (on the boy's part, at least) for their new teacher. Fleur stood up and gave them a smile, then sat back down. The feast appeared and everyone ate some, but some people only managed a few bites. They were still thinking about Ernie, and Harry was one of them.

Could it be the same guy who had taken the Dursley's souls? Was he following Harry? What was his objective? And who would be next?

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Yes, who will be next? BWAHAHAHA! So remember, 1 review = next chapter. If I ever get over fifty I won't need requirements to upload the next chapter. TTFN!