Chapter 4: The Warning
Ron laughed nervously, in an attempt to ease the high tension in the compartment. Though his mind silently noted to itself, "another day ,another fight."
Ron's hair acted like a beacon of light, as it streamed off his head in torrents. The light in Harry's eyes just made him all the more enraged. Ron looked from Harry to Hermione, and finally turned his lanky frame to Neville. Neville smiled up at Ron, his pudgy face settling into a dimpled-smile. The tension grew higher and Neville's face started to twitch as he tried to force his overwhelming anxiety down.
The door banged open in a precarious manner. Harry's headache worsened as the sound reached him. "Well, well if isn't Potter and Weasley, the train's stopped, did you notice or were you all too busy being brain dead? Malfoy's eyes flashed mischievously.
"Malfoy. You have two seconds, literally two, get the hell out of my face," Harry bellowed, pointing the tip of his wand right between Malfoy's eyebrows. "Ready? Zero, One..."
Malfoy retreated to the safety of the hall. Harry remained standing wand pointing to the exact same spot, as his lips told his mind what he was about to say, Crucio.
Harry slowly rose from his seat and took his bag from the overhead and left without looking back at his friends. He felt an odd surge of power and inexplicable grandeur run through his veins. This was a new feeling for him, one that was so blatantly felt that he felt himself grow older and seemed to momentarily separate himself above and away from his friends. His anger and malice towards his wasted time with friends seemed to build up in his system. His scar started to burn, he was dimly aware that his hand clasped his forehead but was not aware that he had sent the order to do so. He fell backwards onto the ground, hard.
So, you're back Harry asked
We are, the voices responded,
consider our warning now . We know
our words of wisdom have not reached
you before. There will be incredible
challenges this year. Don't step
blindly Harry, people are here
for you.
Harry's eyes fluttered open, he saw a worried Madame Pomfrey standing over him. Clucking her tongue slightly.
"Are you all right dear?" she asked.
"I'm fine," Harry replied brusquely. Thinking to himself, "But Malfoy will have a field day."
"I'm tempted to keep you here overnight Potter but the feast is winding down in the Great Hall, perhaps it would be good for you to see your friends and eat something, but if you feel sick at all, I want you to come to me, you understand?"
"Yes. Thank you." And with that he left, forgetting about everything but the feast he was about to attend.