Harry Potter and the Staff of Slytherin
Chapter Two - Train Ride
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his little Universe. If I did, I would buy a beer factory.
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Said I'm a mean machine
Been drinkin' gasoline
And honey you can make my motor hum
~ Guns n' Roses - NightTrain
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May I add that this is a dream Harry is having. It seems stupid and unimportant now, but about chapter 40 will make it seem OK.
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The train ride had so far passed by in a blur for Harry. It seemed he had just appeared there and had absolutely no recollection of how he got there. In fact, he barely remembered the summer at all since he arrived at the Weasley's house. He vaguely remembered Molly and Arthur returning and Hermione coming to stay. He remembered that Hermione had been rather angry about something.
Malfoy and his goons had recently popped in for their annual visit but Harry didn't remember much of it. He remembered Malfoy having a tattoo and Crabbe and Goyle staring at it in awe. He didn't know how he knew this, as Malfoy had not shown him. Harry also remembered that he and Ron had bought far too much sweets and chocolate and Hermione had been sitting in the corner reading. Luna and Ginny had joined them but they were both staring out of the window.
The air seemed to grow colder until it was almost freezing. There was a real chill in the air. He heard a small banging noise, like a bass drum. It was very quiet at first but it grew louder until it was deafening.
Sirius the Jinxa wasn't present and he didn't recall when or why or how he had gone.
Harry turned to look at Ron to ask him something, but he wasn't there, and Harry had forgotten what he wanted to ask anyway. Hermione wasn't there either, though he didn't notice this as he was too busy wondering where the train was going. He turned back to Ginny and Luna but saw that he was alone in the carriage.
Strange, he thought to himself. I wonder where… but his thoughts trailed off, as he had forgotten that they had been there and gone.
He went to look for someone, to ask them where they were going, but there was no-one in the next carriage either.
Suddenly, a dozen or so masked cloaked wizards apparated on to the train.
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Harry woke up with a start, sweat pouring down his forehead.
"Ron?"
"Whasma?" Mumbled Ron.
Satisfied, Harry turned back over and fell asleep, forgetting his dream by the next morning.
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I know, I know – incredibly short. But I thought it would be better if I had a separate chapter for the dream, as it will be quite important later.
Thankyou to the reviewers, please review – as it's a nice thing to do!