As Harry said this part of the story Ron looked away, as if trying not to gain any attention to himself. But neather Harry or Hermione noticed it. Harry continued:

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Harry sat there looking down at the letter, and read it at least three more times, but it still didn't make sence. At the same time, his scar began to burn slightly. He didn't want to get in trouble just for this attempt at a threat letter. But the Dursleys looked as though Harry was something to be gotting rid of, like a spider.

"How... Dare you..." Vernon says, standing up as he does. Harry got up as well, and slowly backed away.

"It wasn't my fault." He says, hopelessly trying to calm them down. Uncle Vernon points to the hallway that lead to the stairs.

"Go to your room, and don't let us see your face again!" And that was it. Harry was stuck in his room, bored to death, and wishing to go back to Hogwarts. He didn't know who sent the letter, but he wished whoever did had changed their mind. It was probably just a joke...

But then Harry remembers that his scar was burning when he had read the letter.

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"Harry!" Hermione interupted at this point, "This is very serious! You should of told us this before. If your scar hurt, we should tell Dumbli-"

"Hermione," Ron now interupts her with his own sarcastic remark, "That would go REAL well. 'Proff. Dumblidor, my scar was hurting. What should I do?'"

"Ron-"

"Hermione, he IS right though." Harry says. "My scar didn't hurt much, and besides, what could Dumblidor do?"

At that moment the train started slowing down for some strange reason. "We shouldn't be at school for at least thirty more minutes." Hemione states the obvious. Suddenly the train's light go out, and they were thrown into darkness. Several students could be heard shouting and hollering.

"Ow, get off me!"

"Sorry! Hey, who stepped on my foot?"

"That was me, sorry Ron. What's going on?"

"Dunno. Powers out, that's obvious."

Just as quickly as the lights had gone out, they came back on. Everyone was on the floor except for Ron, who was hanging on to a window. They all got to there feet and brushed themselves off. Hermione looks over at Harry and her eyes go wide.

"Harry!" She gasps, "Your arm! Look!" Harry takes a look at his right arm and sees a long, thin but deep cut. It seemed to have been made by an extreamly sharp object, like a knife. Red blood oozed out if it, and was starting to stain his black shirt. Ron looked away and mumbled that blood caused him to get woozy. There was definetly something odd going on.