Harry Potter and the Hogwarts
Express
Part 3
Suddenly the entire train went dark. Harry, who had fallen when the train jolted, got shakily to his feet and suddenly found his wand in his hand.
"Lumos," he muttered and a light appeared at the end of his wand, enough for him to make out the dark shapes of Ron and Hermione by. They both muttered the same spell and the compartment was quickly filled with a light bright enough for them to see clearly. The other two got two their feet as Harry asked:
"What happened?"
"No idea," Hermione answered. "But let's see if we can find out!"
They all slipped out of the compartment into the next, hearing the faint cries of the others.
A wet gulp from a toad told them that they were in a compartment which, among others, was occupied by Neville Longbottom. Trevor the toad was Neville's pet.
"W-who are you?" asked a shaky voice as someone else lit their wand.
"It's only us, Neville," hissed Harry. "Who else is here?"
"Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley, Seamus Finnigan, Cleo Chang, and the Weasley twins." answered Neville. "What's going on?"
"No idea," said Ron. "But keep your voices down, we might hear any minute now."
Just then, a shadowy voice echoed through the train.
"Stay where you are." said the voice. "You will not be getting to Hogwarts tonight. You must give your wands in immediately. One person is to step outside their compartment and place them on the floor outside."
The voice suddenly broke off and everyone looked at each other, stunned. What was going on?
Ron suddenly had an idea.
"Hermione, conjure up some fake wands and we'll keep the real ones. Our evil lord is certainly having some fun tonight, but at least we'll still have our wands."
"Y-you mean," stuttered Ginny, "T-that was You-Know-Who?"
"We think so," answered Harry grimly. "Anyway, we'll find out soon enough. He'll tell us, that's for sure."
"But, if it is You-Know-Who, what's he after? wondered George. "After all, he may be mad, but he's clever. You'd think that, after Harry defeated him three times, he'd realise that he won't be finishing him off."
"You're right," said Hermione, finishing off a batch of wands by adding an extremely small amount of magic power. "And we'd never beat him, even with wands, so why have we got to give them up? We're not that powerful!"
"Hang on a minute!" said Cleo. "You-Know-Who hasn't got enough power, either. Maybe he just wants the wands, not any of us."
"That's it!" cried Dean. "You-Know- Who wants the wands to make him powerful enough to fight you, Harry, or maybe even Dumbledore!"
"Yeah," said Seamus. "The trouble is, how do we stop him?"
Meanwhile, in the engine room of the Hogwarts Express, a tall, grey figure knew exactly what he needed to do.
"You- tell her to stop," he spat at Harold, the engine's driver.
"Yes, Sir," droned Harold, in a trance.
He leant outside the window and bellowed:
"Hortense, STOP!" The brakes slammed and Madam Hortense, the Hogwarts Express, whistled loudly.
"'Ot ees going on?" she enquired in a distinct French accent.
In The Final Installment- I Don't Know, I Haven't Written It Yet!- Bethan
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