Sorry, I haven't updated anything in quite a while, really busy for the past few months. Oh god has it been that long. Oh well, I've got a chapter up now. I will be putting cameos in the story to anyone who wants any. Actually they will be pretty big parts. The parts stand thus:
A new Professor at school (He/she will be premiering nest chapter at the feast so, if anyone wants it, ask soon)
A minister of something (Haven't quite finalized that yet
A death eater, who, at the end, turns good ( I know, sounds clichéd )
Anyone else may get major parts but most probably will be random people making appearances. If you want one, please give me the name you would like to be called especially if, as many frequenters of Harry Potter tend to have, you have a potter themed nickname. The point of cameos, in my opinion, would be kind of defeated if, everyone is called Harry or Hermione. I can't guarantee cameos if the volume of requests is too great.
Oh and Raskolian. The scar will have nothing to do with story. Instead that otherwise useless piece of trivia is designed to refresh the memories of the readers in preparation for something that will happen later.
Well, I seem to be rambling on too much so here it is.
The sun gleamed off the metal of the compartment, glinting with a magical sheen. The massive wheels churning effortlessly with Antaean strength, moving endlessly to their destination, huge buffets of billowing smoke magically appearing from the outstretched funnel as the sweeping winds pushed it back, revealing, for a fleeting instant, the name of the gallant steed. Hogwarts Express.
Hermione flopped down beside Ron and Harry in the first compartment. She shifted her position slightly so her new broomstick was in a safe place. Ron was talking animatedly, as usual, about quidditch. Didn't guys think of anything except quidditch and famous quidditch stars, then her thoughts trailing to her broomstick and her summer, she hurriedly thought about something else. She gazed listlessly out of the window, watching the blur of the fields being whisked away by the magical train, the fields turn to roads, then to forests, mountains. The kaleidoscope of scenes was quite bewitching. She kept an ear open, listening to the conversation, not making any contribution despite Ron frequently wondering aloud why Viktor Krum hadn't been playing very frequently during the summer. Only when the conversation shifted towards the new firebolts did she make any contribution. Might as well show them I do know something other than fifteen uses for werewolf fur and might as well give another reason for Ron to make fun of her relationships.
"I hear that it can go from 0 – 200 miles an hour in twenty seconds" began Ron excitedly.
Smiling slightly, Hermione corrected him "Actually it's ten seconds"
Ron, staring strangely at Hermione, enquired "How do you know"
Hermione, in answer, simply flipped the velvet coverings off a long black leather box, plainly displaying the golden lettering Firebolt emblazoned upon it. As she touched the clasps, she released the twenty anti-theft charms and disabled a complement of the most difficult curses she knew, displaying, to the open air, the proud resinous wood of the Firebolt. She delicately lifted the wooden broomstick out of its space, as if it was a glass ornament and balanced it on her hand, watching the lights glimmer of the golden fittings.
"Wow" breathed Ron as he stared, mouth open, at the piece of polished wood. Then the door slid open soundlessly, and Malfoy sauntered in, snickering smugly. He seemed, on reflection, quite trivial without Crabbe and Goyle flanking him as their parents were stuck in the ministries makeshift prison.
"Well, Ron, maybe if you sell your house you may be able to buy a splinter. Perhaps a very small splinter"
Ron turned red and snared back.
"Hey, at least my Dad isn't in prison"
Malfoy glowered at him, then left.
The rest of the voyage past with the normal summer peace, punctuated only by random entrances of Neville looking for his toad and the screeching of Pigwidgeon. On the horizon, past the smoke a shape began to appear. Hogwarts castle. Hermione gathered up her trunks, getting ready to depart when the train suddenly spun over and twisted out of control. After a brief period of falling the lights went out, stifling darkness punctuated only by screams.
That was pretty short. Anyway I hope I will get the next one up soon and I promise to make the next chapter at least marginally better.