On the Hogwarts express Harry felt a jolt.
"What was that?
"What was what?" asked Ron
"Didn't you feel something, a bump.?"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other. Neither of them had felt anything.
"Never mind," said Harry quickly changing the subject. "here, look what I got for my birthday."
Harry pulled out his mum's book and held it out to Ron and Hermione to look at. Ron looked at Harry as if he had gone bonkers.
"An old poetry book, who gave this to you? The Dursleys?"
"No, it's my mum's. She even wrote in it."
"Wicked Harry!"
Ron leaned in closer to Hermione who was paging through the book. Just then Harry felt another jolt, and a wave a nausea hit him.
"Harry, are you okay," asked Hermione.
"Didn't you feel that jolt?"
"No," said Ron moving closer to his friend. "maybe we should go up to the front of the train, get some help."
"No Ron, I'm okay, really."
But as soon as the words were out of his mouth he slumped to the floor.
***
The 11:05 from Kings Cross to Edinburgh raced northward as usual. The passengers had settled in, and were quietly reading newspaper or paperbacks. Two husky men sat together and exchanged whispers. They got up all of a sudden and moved towards the toilets.
A few second after they left the train shook violently. A few of the passengers looked concerned, but the train kept going. A few more minutes passed. The train gave another shudder, and this time everyone looked up. They heard the screeching of metal and then were shaken out of their seats as the train jumped from the tracks.
When the rescue vehicles arrived on the scene shortly after they were met with chaos. People were wandering all over, looking for lost friends, crying, and just sitting in shock. A few small fires had erupted, and a stomach wrenching smell filled the air. As he was starting to triage one of the rescue workers looked into the sky. A large skull with a snake coming out of it's mouth loomed overhead.
***
"What did you say the name was?" Penelope asked Arabella.
"Theavolos. Sounds nasty doesn't."
Penelope just nodded, so Arabella changed the subject.
"Anyway, Harry came up with the great keeper tactic this morning. I know you won't be playing this year, but maybe you should pass this on to the coach. At least mention Harry's name, that way-"
She stopped and looked at Penelope who hadn't shown any sign of having heard.
"Penelope? Are you alright? Penelope!"
Arabella shook her gently.
"Sorry, I just zoned off. What were you saying?"
"Nothing, what's up?" Arabella frowned at Penelope.
"How much do you know about Theavolos?"
Arabella frowned even more. "Not much really. Just that historically he seems to turn up before thing get bad. This is the first time Dumbledore has ever heard his name in connection with Voldemort though. That's what really scares me."
"Do you think they have information on him in the library?"
"I don't see why not, he's been around for at least the last 1000 years, why are you so concerned?"
"I think he may have been around longer than that." Penelope said grimly. "Theavolos is an old Greek word used for the Devil."
Arabella's jaw dropped as she realized what her cousin was hinting at.
***
Scorn, Trouble and Jasper were sitting in the kitchen when Tipsy bounded in.
"Guys! The living room! Fast!"
Jasper couldn't believe what he saw. On the floor was Dumbledore looking pale, and Mrs. Figg pumping his chest up and down.
"Jasper! Get help quick!" Scorn yelled to him.
He didn't need to be asked twice. He bolted out of the room and into Mrs. Figg's bedroom. Jumping onto a wooden desk he pawed at a mirror restlessly. It turned a creamy pale white.
"Arabella!" he said to the mirror impatiently.
It swirled purple and then blue. If only it would hurry he thought. Suddenly it cleared and Arabella's face peered up at him
"Arabella! Come quick!" Jasper yelled, knowing full well that as far as Arabella was concerned he had told her that there were three men belly dancing in the living room.
He didn't have time to see Arabella reaction because something hit him in the head. The hit was so hard that it threw him off the desk. Mirth stood by the mirror.
"Off." She told it.
"What are you doing?!" Jasper said slowly sitting up, his head was pounding.
"I'm stopping help from coming" Mirth slowly stalked up to Jasper. "Why, what are you going to do about it?"
Jasper tried to stand up taller, but his head hurt and his vision was blurry.
"It's too late, she saw me, I'm sure she's on her way now!" he said desperately wishing he had managed to sound more confident than he felt.
"Oh really? I wouldn't be so sure if I were you. I believe I have hit you too hard, I hope so." And with a cruel laugh she jumped at him.
"What was that?
"What was what?" asked Ron
"Didn't you feel something, a bump.?"
Ron and Hermione looked at each other. Neither of them had felt anything.
"Never mind," said Harry quickly changing the subject. "here, look what I got for my birthday."
Harry pulled out his mum's book and held it out to Ron and Hermione to look at. Ron looked at Harry as if he had gone bonkers.
"An old poetry book, who gave this to you? The Dursleys?"
"No, it's my mum's. She even wrote in it."
"Wicked Harry!"
Ron leaned in closer to Hermione who was paging through the book. Just then Harry felt another jolt, and a wave a nausea hit him.
"Harry, are you okay," asked Hermione.
"Didn't you feel that jolt?"
"No," said Ron moving closer to his friend. "maybe we should go up to the front of the train, get some help."
"No Ron, I'm okay, really."
But as soon as the words were out of his mouth he slumped to the floor.
***
The 11:05 from Kings Cross to Edinburgh raced northward as usual. The passengers had settled in, and were quietly reading newspaper or paperbacks. Two husky men sat together and exchanged whispers. They got up all of a sudden and moved towards the toilets.
A few second after they left the train shook violently. A few of the passengers looked concerned, but the train kept going. A few more minutes passed. The train gave another shudder, and this time everyone looked up. They heard the screeching of metal and then were shaken out of their seats as the train jumped from the tracks.
When the rescue vehicles arrived on the scene shortly after they were met with chaos. People were wandering all over, looking for lost friends, crying, and just sitting in shock. A few small fires had erupted, and a stomach wrenching smell filled the air. As he was starting to triage one of the rescue workers looked into the sky. A large skull with a snake coming out of it's mouth loomed overhead.
***
"What did you say the name was?" Penelope asked Arabella.
"Theavolos. Sounds nasty doesn't."
Penelope just nodded, so Arabella changed the subject.
"Anyway, Harry came up with the great keeper tactic this morning. I know you won't be playing this year, but maybe you should pass this on to the coach. At least mention Harry's name, that way-"
She stopped and looked at Penelope who hadn't shown any sign of having heard.
"Penelope? Are you alright? Penelope!"
Arabella shook her gently.
"Sorry, I just zoned off. What were you saying?"
"Nothing, what's up?" Arabella frowned at Penelope.
"How much do you know about Theavolos?"
Arabella frowned even more. "Not much really. Just that historically he seems to turn up before thing get bad. This is the first time Dumbledore has ever heard his name in connection with Voldemort though. That's what really scares me."
"Do you think they have information on him in the library?"
"I don't see why not, he's been around for at least the last 1000 years, why are you so concerned?"
"I think he may have been around longer than that." Penelope said grimly. "Theavolos is an old Greek word used for the Devil."
Arabella's jaw dropped as she realized what her cousin was hinting at.
***
Scorn, Trouble and Jasper were sitting in the kitchen when Tipsy bounded in.
"Guys! The living room! Fast!"
Jasper couldn't believe what he saw. On the floor was Dumbledore looking pale, and Mrs. Figg pumping his chest up and down.
"Jasper! Get help quick!" Scorn yelled to him.
He didn't need to be asked twice. He bolted out of the room and into Mrs. Figg's bedroom. Jumping onto a wooden desk he pawed at a mirror restlessly. It turned a creamy pale white.
"Arabella!" he said to the mirror impatiently.
It swirled purple and then blue. If only it would hurry he thought. Suddenly it cleared and Arabella's face peered up at him
"Arabella! Come quick!" Jasper yelled, knowing full well that as far as Arabella was concerned he had told her that there were three men belly dancing in the living room.
He didn't have time to see Arabella reaction because something hit him in the head. The hit was so hard that it threw him off the desk. Mirth stood by the mirror.
"Off." She told it.
"What are you doing?!" Jasper said slowly sitting up, his head was pounding.
"I'm stopping help from coming" Mirth slowly stalked up to Jasper. "Why, what are you going to do about it?"
Jasper tried to stand up taller, but his head hurt and his vision was blurry.
"It's too late, she saw me, I'm sure she's on her way now!" he said desperately wishing he had managed to sound more confident than he felt.
"Oh really? I wouldn't be so sure if I were you. I believe I have hit you too hard, I hope so." And with a cruel laugh she jumped at him.