To be Unfaithful
The Car trip to Kings Cross was uneventful, though Harry did spy some people in dark cloaks. Nowadays they could be seen almost everywhere, like McDonalds, every town you'd see at least one or two. They reached the Platform in silence, and with a quick goodbye, Harry leant casually into the barrier.
On the other side the Hogwarts express stood gleaming in view. Harry was about to start searching for Hermione and Ron, when he realized a chunk missing from the back of the train. A small crowd stood around, and Harry gently pushed past people to get a better look. On closer inspection, he could see a hole, which undoubtedly had been done by magic. It was almost a perfect circle, bar a few small flakes of metal along the edges, and had a glittering green look about it. Professor Dumbledore and Flittwick were tapping it lightly with their wands, muttering forms of Latin.
"What could've happened here?" he said to himself.
"Death-eaters tried to sneak into the back of the train. They were hoping to spring out and attack on the journey."
Harry looked at the speaker, and to his surprise realized it as his dad's old friend Professor Remus Lupin.
"Professor! What are you doing here!" he asked in shock, glad to see him once more.
"Couldn't find anyone to be the new Defence against the Dark arts teacher. Went almost as far as asking Durmstrang's Karakoff!"
"I'm glad they didn't, it's lovely to see you."
"You too, sorry to be rude, but I have to go help with this mess, if we expect to get to Hogwarts in time."
With that he pushed through the crowd to the front and joined Professor Dumbledore.
Harry dragged his trunk to a sitting bench a few metres away, and decided to find the others later. As he sat unconsciously stroking Hedwig, he noticed Neville looking very tired and exasperated.
"Hey Harry, mind if I sit there?"
"Course not, what's up?" He sighed and looked around rather frantically.
"Lost Trevor, he got scared when he saw Crookshanks."
"Ah, doesn't everyone."
"Yeah I guess."
They heard a loud whistle, and realized the train was up and running. They ran as quickly as they could to the train carrying their stuff, and found a nice empty compartment near the front. A few minutes later Hermione and Ron joined them, and they started chatting once more.
"Heard about You-know-who lately Harry? He killed 24 muggles and 17 wizards yesterday. It's been like that everyday, I'd hate to think of what will happen soon if they don't get him."
"I know, my scar's been on and off all Summer."
"That can't be good Harry, are you going to see Madam. Pomphery?" Trust Hermione to suggest that, thought Harry.
"Yeah I'm going to whe -"
At that moment a swarm of people ran through the train screaming. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville all stood up with their wands ready, but before they even got a chance to decided what to do, they were swept up with the crowd of people towards the very front of the train.
Harry had never been in their before, but it was a magically enlarged room, and it was about the size of a 2 garages. As the flock moved in, people began to squish up to allow the most space for everyone to fit in. Eventually the people stopped, and Hagrid and Professor McGonnagal went to the back of the room.
"Stay here until we tell you to come out. For your protection I will lock the doors, don't panic!"
The 2 ran out and put a spell on the doors. People looked around terrified, and one or two 2nd years were crying.
"What happened?" Hermione asked Hannah Abbot, a curly haired Hufflepuff.
"Three death-eaters appeared at the back of the train and started cursing everyone. They got Professor Flittwick!"
At the mention of the Professor, Hermione paled. Whisperings could be heard everywhere, as the students prayed that everyone would be all right.
After what seemed like an eternity, the train started moving again, and everyone was let out of the compartment. On the way out, grave looks were on the teachers' faces and they feared the worst.
Could the Professor really be dead?
The Car trip to Kings Cross was uneventful, though Harry did spy some people in dark cloaks. Nowadays they could be seen almost everywhere, like McDonalds, every town you'd see at least one or two. They reached the Platform in silence, and with a quick goodbye, Harry leant casually into the barrier.
On the other side the Hogwarts express stood gleaming in view. Harry was about to start searching for Hermione and Ron, when he realized a chunk missing from the back of the train. A small crowd stood around, and Harry gently pushed past people to get a better look. On closer inspection, he could see a hole, which undoubtedly had been done by magic. It was almost a perfect circle, bar a few small flakes of metal along the edges, and had a glittering green look about it. Professor Dumbledore and Flittwick were tapping it lightly with their wands, muttering forms of Latin.
"What could've happened here?" he said to himself.
"Death-eaters tried to sneak into the back of the train. They were hoping to spring out and attack on the journey."
Harry looked at the speaker, and to his surprise realized it as his dad's old friend Professor Remus Lupin.
"Professor! What are you doing here!" he asked in shock, glad to see him once more.
"Couldn't find anyone to be the new Defence against the Dark arts teacher. Went almost as far as asking Durmstrang's Karakoff!"
"I'm glad they didn't, it's lovely to see you."
"You too, sorry to be rude, but I have to go help with this mess, if we expect to get to Hogwarts in time."
With that he pushed through the crowd to the front and joined Professor Dumbledore.
Harry dragged his trunk to a sitting bench a few metres away, and decided to find the others later. As he sat unconsciously stroking Hedwig, he noticed Neville looking very tired and exasperated.
"Hey Harry, mind if I sit there?"
"Course not, what's up?" He sighed and looked around rather frantically.
"Lost Trevor, he got scared when he saw Crookshanks."
"Ah, doesn't everyone."
"Yeah I guess."
They heard a loud whistle, and realized the train was up and running. They ran as quickly as they could to the train carrying their stuff, and found a nice empty compartment near the front. A few minutes later Hermione and Ron joined them, and they started chatting once more.
"Heard about You-know-who lately Harry? He killed 24 muggles and 17 wizards yesterday. It's been like that everyday, I'd hate to think of what will happen soon if they don't get him."
"I know, my scar's been on and off all Summer."
"That can't be good Harry, are you going to see Madam. Pomphery?" Trust Hermione to suggest that, thought Harry.
"Yeah I'm going to whe -"
At that moment a swarm of people ran through the train screaming. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville all stood up with their wands ready, but before they even got a chance to decided what to do, they were swept up with the crowd of people towards the very front of the train.
Harry had never been in their before, but it was a magically enlarged room, and it was about the size of a 2 garages. As the flock moved in, people began to squish up to allow the most space for everyone to fit in. Eventually the people stopped, and Hagrid and Professor McGonnagal went to the back of the room.
"Stay here until we tell you to come out. For your protection I will lock the doors, don't panic!"
The 2 ran out and put a spell on the doors. People looked around terrified, and one or two 2nd years were crying.
"What happened?" Hermione asked Hannah Abbot, a curly haired Hufflepuff.
"Three death-eaters appeared at the back of the train and started cursing everyone. They got Professor Flittwick!"
At the mention of the Professor, Hermione paled. Whisperings could be heard everywhere, as the students prayed that everyone would be all right.
After what seemed like an eternity, the train started moving again, and everyone was let out of the compartment. On the way out, grave looks were on the teachers' faces and they feared the worst.
Could the Professor really be dead?