" Checkmate" the voice was filled with pride and Harry fought hard to keep himself from laughing. He ducked down pretending to tie his shoe but really trying not to spill out with uncontrolled laughter.
Hermione, beside him, seemed to be fighting a similar battle. It was amazing what the look on Ron's face could do. Colin pulled up his camera taking a picture of Ron's bewildered face. "I beat Ronald Weasley!" Colin cried "Best chess player ever! I beat him!" Ron couldn't look more thrilled.
Hermione spoke first. "We'll be arriving at Hogwarts any moment" she wheezed. "Colin you had better be getting your robes on." Colin scurried out of the room, just missing Ron's explosion. "How can a.... a..... FOURTH YEAR, beat ME RON WEASLEY????!!! ESPECIALLY THAT FOURTH YEAR!"
"Well....I think...... you may have.... underestimated him" Harry spoke through
his laughter. "Come on Ron, it's not that bad. And just think something new is at Hogwarts this year. Cheer up" Hermione spoke reasonably. Harry put and his robes silently. He knew there was no chance of it being the Triwizard Tourtamet again, and that he should be very happy that Quidditch wouls be back. But every happy thought he had always ended up dampened by one simple thought. Lord Voldemort has returned. Harry sat back down on the seat farthest away from his friends.
It was raining hard out side. Harry watched the drops of rain make their way across the window. He couldn't speak. He didn't even notice Hermione and Ron had gone quiet and were watching him. Hermione walked over slowly ans sat down beside Harry. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly. Harry didn't turn around. "Yeah" he said softly, "I just need some time to think" Hermione got up slowly and motioned Ron out the door. "Were going to talk to Lee, okay?" she said softly before pulling the door shut.
Harry's spine tingled. He had the strange feeling he was being watched. Slowly He turned around and stared at..... nothing. He was completely alone in the cart. Harry went back to looking out the window. Harry was grateful Ron and Hermione had left. He liked the quiet, it helped him relax. Even though he loved being with his friends, every once and a while it was nice to be alone.
What was that? Harry sat up suddenly staring out the window. Had he had just seen a flash of pink? "I must have dosed off" he muttered. Then he noticed more and more flashed, all different colors. Harry back away from the window. He felt himself reach the end of the seat. Harry turned around ready to run he turned around. The flashes were at all the windows. Harry struggled to his feet and raced for the door. He stumbled several times. Everything look twisted.
Harry yanked on the door. Pulling with all his might. It wouldn't open. Suddenly everything stopped. It was like time had frozen. There was no colors or shifting shapes, everything was normal. Except for the man who sat in the corner. His hair was untidy and black, his eyes were a light blue. He could have passed for and older version of Harry. But that was not who he was. "Dad?" Harry whispered and started towards the man. They embraced only for a second. "Shhhhh Harry. No one must know I am here. I have came to give you a message, but you must promise you will always remember it." James sounded a lot like Harry except his voice went from loud to soft to medium every few seconds. He almost sounded like a badly tuned radio and he was starting to fade. " I will always remember" Harry whispered. "What is it"
The man whispered his last words and faded from sigh.
"Trust the Lioness"
Hermione, beside him, seemed to be fighting a similar battle. It was amazing what the look on Ron's face could do. Colin pulled up his camera taking a picture of Ron's bewildered face. "I beat Ronald Weasley!" Colin cried "Best chess player ever! I beat him!" Ron couldn't look more thrilled.
Hermione spoke first. "We'll be arriving at Hogwarts any moment" she wheezed. "Colin you had better be getting your robes on." Colin scurried out of the room, just missing Ron's explosion. "How can a.... a..... FOURTH YEAR, beat ME RON WEASLEY????!!! ESPECIALLY THAT FOURTH YEAR!"
"Well....I think...... you may have.... underestimated him" Harry spoke through
his laughter. "Come on Ron, it's not that bad. And just think something new is at Hogwarts this year. Cheer up" Hermione spoke reasonably. Harry put and his robes silently. He knew there was no chance of it being the Triwizard Tourtamet again, and that he should be very happy that Quidditch wouls be back. But every happy thought he had always ended up dampened by one simple thought. Lord Voldemort has returned. Harry sat back down on the seat farthest away from his friends.
It was raining hard out side. Harry watched the drops of rain make their way across the window. He couldn't speak. He didn't even notice Hermione and Ron had gone quiet and were watching him. Hermione walked over slowly ans sat down beside Harry. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly. Harry didn't turn around. "Yeah" he said softly, "I just need some time to think" Hermione got up slowly and motioned Ron out the door. "Were going to talk to Lee, okay?" she said softly before pulling the door shut.
Harry's spine tingled. He had the strange feeling he was being watched. Slowly He turned around and stared at..... nothing. He was completely alone in the cart. Harry went back to looking out the window. Harry was grateful Ron and Hermione had left. He liked the quiet, it helped him relax. Even though he loved being with his friends, every once and a while it was nice to be alone.
What was that? Harry sat up suddenly staring out the window. Had he had just seen a flash of pink? "I must have dosed off" he muttered. Then he noticed more and more flashed, all different colors. Harry back away from the window. He felt himself reach the end of the seat. Harry turned around ready to run he turned around. The flashes were at all the windows. Harry struggled to his feet and raced for the door. He stumbled several times. Everything look twisted.
Harry yanked on the door. Pulling with all his might. It wouldn't open. Suddenly everything stopped. It was like time had frozen. There was no colors or shifting shapes, everything was normal. Except for the man who sat in the corner. His hair was untidy and black, his eyes were a light blue. He could have passed for and older version of Harry. But that was not who he was. "Dad?" Harry whispered and started towards the man. They embraced only for a second. "Shhhhh Harry. No one must know I am here. I have came to give you a message, but you must promise you will always remember it." James sounded a lot like Harry except his voice went from loud to soft to medium every few seconds. He almost sounded like a badly tuned radio and he was starting to fade. " I will always remember" Harry whispered. "What is it"
The man whispered his last words and faded from sigh.
"Trust the Lioness"