A/N: Revised Chapter 7

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Riddles

By PyroMonsoon

Chapter 7: The Train Day

The next day, my things for Hogwarts were fully packed and ready in the waiting Ministry car. Grabbing my stuffed animal / dragon Killer, I walked down the stairs to the car and waiting Malfoy's.

My bookbag was at the bottom of the stairs, filled with my art supplies and my sketchbook. I grabbed it as I passed and jumped into the waiting car outside. 'An entire year with just me, myself and Gremlin. And Killer of course.' I hugged my old toy tight as my godmother and godfather slid in beside Draco and me.

I ignored my god-family the entire way to the station. Zoning them out as I thought of my friends back at Fyremoth. 'They go back today too.' I stared out the window of the fast moving vehicle. 'This is going to be one boring year.'

After an hour drive through the countryside we arrived at the train station at ten fifty. The driver of the car removed our baggage from the trunk and placed it all on a trolley. I hid Killer in my pack and picked up Gremlin.

I walked in front of the Malfoy's as we walked into Kings Cross Train Station. I walked faster than they did so that I could find a suitable compartment all to myself. I walked straight into the barrier between platforms ten and nine. 'Stupid device.'

Pushing past the students at Platform Nine and Three Fourths, I found an empty compartment on the train, The Hogwarts Express. 'Ugh, how original. I hate trains with pretty names.' I threw my stuff above me and released Gremlin to terrorize the train and it's passengers. "Go on Gremlin. Time to make some "friends"." My black cat purred and with tail held high, he sauntered out of the compartment, searching for a new victim.

From my position, I could see my godparents and their son. 'An entire year without getting beat up by that bitch. I'm soo not coming home for Christmas.' I watched the Malfoy's as they got some first year student to pack Draco's luggage on the train. I shook my head and turned to my new surroundings. "Dull." The train compartment was red and wood. Talk about boring. Deciding to spice up the room, I tried the spell that had backfired so badly at Fyremoth.

Just as I began to say the spell, a small, blonde haired, glasses wearing girl opened the door. "Excuse me but have you seen a toad? Neville Longbottom lost Trevor again." I stared at her. 'Is she insane?' "Hello?" She waved her hand in front of my face.

"Bad idea." I grabbed her small hand, crushing it with my own strength. She whimpered. I laughed. "Don't mess with me. I could care less about some dumb toad. My cat probably ate him already." I laughed an evil cynical laugh allowing her time to cringe in fear.

"Rilee," a voice said warningly. I looked up at the not so pristine form of Draco. "Let her go." I sneered at the younger witch but did as told. The girl ran from the compartment.

"What did you do that for?" I slumped down into the seat. "I was only having a little fun," I said innocently. He looked at me skeptically.

"Right and I'm the Dark Lord." I went rigid.

"What did you say?" My eyes burned with an intense fire. "What is the rule about my father in conversation Draco?"

Slightly he cringed but remained cool enough. "Your father's name nor title will never be mention when you are part of the group or conversation," he rattled off. "Blah blah blah. It's not that bad but whatever." I growled.

"Go fuck a tree Draco." He flicked me off and left, sticking out his tongue. "Jack." The whistle blew and the train rolled away from the station. Looking out my window, I almost puked at the sight of crying parents. 'That's pathetic.'

It was easy to get bored on the train. There was absolutely nothing to do and I wasn't about to go find Draco. Ever since the summer between first year and second year we haven't been close and I was planning on keeping it that way.

Halfway through the train ride I feel asleep, cuddling up next to Killer and Gremlin, who had returned from a terrorizing attack on some dumb student. My dreams were relatively calm and "normal" I guess. When the train started to slow down around two o'clock I woke up from the decrease in speed. 'We can't be there yet. Can we?' I removed my robes - (I had used them as a blanket) - and got up to investigate. As my hand reached for the handle, a wave of coldness engulfed my body. Slowly the door slid open and in front of me stood a Death Eater. Or at least that was what I thought it was at first.

I stumbled back, tripping over my long pants. I landed with a thump on the floor and shivered as the Death Eater walked forward. "G- go away. I- I won't become one of you. Never will I join my father." The Death Eater moved its head from side to side and snaked its hand out from its robes. The hand was of no mere mortal. It was gray, slimy and scabbed. It had the look of something dead and decaying. "W- what are you?" One finger extended itself from all the others and traced the contours of my face. Cold warm breath breathed on my face. Then the thing inhaled a raged breath. The hood of the cloak came closer to my face, and closer and closer and closer.

"Oh god, you're a dementor." I wrenched myself from the light hold it had on me and I scrambled away on my hands and knees. The dementor straightened itself and glided toward my new position. A second dementor entered the compartment and proceeded toward me as well. "Go away. I did nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing."

"Except for being born. Expecto patronum." Silver light surrounded my vision and the dementors left, taking their cold air with them. When my vision cleared, a battered, pale, shallow skinned man stood there, wand outstretched. "The dementors must know someone in your family lines if they're going after a mere child."

"I'm not a child old man." He made a face. "Thanks I guess. How do they know my family heritage?"

"It's just in the blood. It stinks that they can smell that. May I ask who was in Azkaban that was in your family?"

"No." He held up his hands in surrender.

"All right." He held out his hand. "I'm Professor Remus Lupin. Your new teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts." I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to my feet.

"Rilee. Rilee Riddle." He looked at me strangely before releasing my hand. "Thanks again." I gathered my robes and Gremlin - (he had hid in the storage area when the dementors came) - and set them back on the seat. When I straightened up, Lupin was gone.

For an hour I contemplated what Lupin had said "It's. . . in the blood, . . . they can smell that." 'Can they really smell my tainted blood?' I thought. Suddering I rummaged through my bag to find my sketchbook. Sometimes, if I needed help getting rid of a feeling I would draw it out so that it went away. I spent the rest of the train ride sketching the hand of the dementor. When I finished, it looked real, real enough to move and come alive. I shivered violently and ripped the picture out of my sketchbook. I crumpled it up and threw it in the corridor. The second the train stopped I got up and left the "contaminated" room. 'Just get into the school Rilee. Just get there and you'll be fine.'

A/N: Not much in the ways of changing anything. Added to the last paragraph though.

Word Count: 1354