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Chapter 1 – A visit from the Renegade fighters
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"Well this is just great. Absolutely brilliant. Could not be better." Ron sighed, plonking down in the seat of the carriage.
"Don't be so negative!" nagged Hermione. "It's really not that bad!"
"But HOW am I going to get Pig back?!" exclaimed Ron. "It's not like he's easy to find at that size!"
Harry sat back in his seat, and stared into space through his window, Ron and Hermione still bickering in the background.
"Excuse me, are you looking for this?" Came a voice from the doorway.
Ron and Hermione stopped arguing and Harry jumped, awakened from his doze.
"Pig!" Ron exclaimed, reaching out.
A girl with short messy black hair stood in the doorway. She had a dull green sweater on, with a khaki miniskirt and khaki legwarmers with black sneakers.
Behind her, a taller boy with the same messy black hair except shorter stood. He wore a black sweater that was clearly too big and dark blue jeans that were ripped at the knee.
In the girl's hand, Pigwidgeon squawked happily.
She handed Pig to Ron, smiling. "Here. What's his name?" she enquired.
"Pigwidgeon. But we all call him Pig, for short." explained Ron.
Hermione held out her hand. "I'm Hermione. What's your name?"
"I'm Harley, and my brother is Quinn." Harley shook the outstretched hand, but Quinn seemed to ignore it.
Harley nudged him. "I'm sorry about him. He's a mute, so he really has no idea what we're saying. He knows sign language, though." She explained, as Quinn looked apologetic and shook Hermione's hand too.
"Can't you cure that with magic? I'm sure I've read about it in a book," reflected Hermione. "Book, schmook." Ron said, wrinkling his nose. "It's obvious they've already tried."
"You're right, we have," Harley explained. "It's a curse. Every fifth male in our family to be born is born a mute. Some curse laid on by a witch in medieval times."
"Unlucky." Mused Harry.
"Yeah, but Quinn doesn't mind. Quinn, say hello to Harry and...was it Ron?" Harley poked her brother.
Quinn made a complicated gesture with his hands.
"He says hello, by the way."
Neither Harry nor Ron knew sign language, so they compromised by waving.
Quinn smiled. At that moment, the train shuddered to a jarring halt that threw everyone forwards from their seats. Harley and Quinn who were still standing were thrown into the door and landed with a nasty crash.
Quinn had been behind Harley so she was fairly okay, but Quinn was slumped on the floor, obviously unconscious.
Ron lay slumped on the floor and Hermione lay distorted over the seat. Only Harry and Harley were genuinely awake.
The lights flickered off and all was dark because they had been passing through a forest.
Then, the door slid open and Quinn's unconscious body fell back onto the floor. Five figures stood in the shadows.
The emergency lights flickered on, and Harry saw a glimpse of the mysterious people.
The first and tallest was a boy a little older than Harry, who had a cloth wrapped around his head in front of his eyes, and dark brown hair. He held nunchaku, which were two strong wooden sticks with a steel chain connecting them. They were of Japanese origin. On his belt, Harry could see a black revolver and a gnarled, black wand.
The second figure was a girl who held in her hand a mace. She had a strange, mismatched outfit of greys and blacks, with long red hair messily scraped into a ponytail with some thin cloth.
The next two were two more girls. One, with black hair, had a black eye patch over her left eye, and had a black cloth tied around her waist. The other was shorter and had two blond pigtails and a pretty, innocent face. Both held long wooden fighting sticks.
The fifth was a boy that looked about 15 who held a long and dangerous sword. He had black hair and looked a little unsure of himself, but seemed to feel confident while the others stood before him.
Without notice, the first boy said, "We've come for the Harlequin. Where is it?"
Harry was speechless but Harley stood shakily and whispered, "Don't think you're getting us this way. We have more power than you could ever imagine." She laid her hand on her brother's body and apparated with him.
"Damn and Blast!" cursed the figure of the boy. He then looked Harry in the eye, and said, "You tell ANYONE what you saw here today and you will not wake up alive tomorrow. I can guarantee it."
Then the emergency lighting failed and the carriage was left in darkness.
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You know you want to find out what happens!
Muahahahahahaahhahahaahhahahahahahahaha.
Read on, little ants. Read on.
I know I haven't updated in AEONS but here you go. Stay happy.
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Chapter 1 – A visit from the Renegade fighters
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"Well this is just great. Absolutely brilliant. Could not be better." Ron sighed, plonking down in the seat of the carriage.
"Don't be so negative!" nagged Hermione. "It's really not that bad!"
"But HOW am I going to get Pig back?!" exclaimed Ron. "It's not like he's easy to find at that size!"
Harry sat back in his seat, and stared into space through his window, Ron and Hermione still bickering in the background.
"Excuse me, are you looking for this?" Came a voice from the doorway.
Ron and Hermione stopped arguing and Harry jumped, awakened from his doze.
"Pig!" Ron exclaimed, reaching out.
A girl with short messy black hair stood in the doorway. She had a dull green sweater on, with a khaki miniskirt and khaki legwarmers with black sneakers.
Behind her, a taller boy with the same messy black hair except shorter stood. He wore a black sweater that was clearly too big and dark blue jeans that were ripped at the knee.
In the girl's hand, Pigwidgeon squawked happily.
She handed Pig to Ron, smiling. "Here. What's his name?" she enquired.
"Pigwidgeon. But we all call him Pig, for short." explained Ron.
Hermione held out her hand. "I'm Hermione. What's your name?"
"I'm Harley, and my brother is Quinn." Harley shook the outstretched hand, but Quinn seemed to ignore it.
Harley nudged him. "I'm sorry about him. He's a mute, so he really has no idea what we're saying. He knows sign language, though." She explained, as Quinn looked apologetic and shook Hermione's hand too.
"Can't you cure that with magic? I'm sure I've read about it in a book," reflected Hermione. "Book, schmook." Ron said, wrinkling his nose. "It's obvious they've already tried."
"You're right, we have," Harley explained. "It's a curse. Every fifth male in our family to be born is born a mute. Some curse laid on by a witch in medieval times."
"Unlucky." Mused Harry.
"Yeah, but Quinn doesn't mind. Quinn, say hello to Harry and...was it Ron?" Harley poked her brother.
Quinn made a complicated gesture with his hands.
"He says hello, by the way."
Neither Harry nor Ron knew sign language, so they compromised by waving.
Quinn smiled. At that moment, the train shuddered to a jarring halt that threw everyone forwards from their seats. Harley and Quinn who were still standing were thrown into the door and landed with a nasty crash.
Quinn had been behind Harley so she was fairly okay, but Quinn was slumped on the floor, obviously unconscious.
Ron lay slumped on the floor and Hermione lay distorted over the seat. Only Harry and Harley were genuinely awake.
The lights flickered off and all was dark because they had been passing through a forest.
Then, the door slid open and Quinn's unconscious body fell back onto the floor. Five figures stood in the shadows.
The emergency lights flickered on, and Harry saw a glimpse of the mysterious people.
The first and tallest was a boy a little older than Harry, who had a cloth wrapped around his head in front of his eyes, and dark brown hair. He held nunchaku, which were two strong wooden sticks with a steel chain connecting them. They were of Japanese origin. On his belt, Harry could see a black revolver and a gnarled, black wand.
The second figure was a girl who held in her hand a mace. She had a strange, mismatched outfit of greys and blacks, with long red hair messily scraped into a ponytail with some thin cloth.
The next two were two more girls. One, with black hair, had a black eye patch over her left eye, and had a black cloth tied around her waist. The other was shorter and had two blond pigtails and a pretty, innocent face. Both held long wooden fighting sticks.
The fifth was a boy that looked about 15 who held a long and dangerous sword. He had black hair and looked a little unsure of himself, but seemed to feel confident while the others stood before him.
Without notice, the first boy said, "We've come for the Harlequin. Where is it?"
Harry was speechless but Harley stood shakily and whispered, "Don't think you're getting us this way. We have more power than you could ever imagine." She laid her hand on her brother's body and apparated with him.
"Damn and Blast!" cursed the figure of the boy. He then looked Harry in the eye, and said, "You tell ANYONE what you saw here today and you will not wake up alive tomorrow. I can guarantee it."
Then the emergency lighting failed and the carriage was left in darkness.
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You know you want to find out what happens!
Muahahahahahaahhahahaahhahahahahahahaha.
Read on, little ants. Read on.