A/N I'm having a lot of fun writing this—I've never attempted a journal fic before! Lol thank you so so SO MUCH to my reviewers; without you, I'd never get the encouragement a person like me needs to update her stories! lol =)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter = Property of J.K. Rowling
J.K. Rowling = Not me
Harry Potter = Not mine
Oh yeah and the song below is not mine either!
I, cannot deny,
All the evil traits,
And the filling of the crates,
When you, do come out,
And you slither up to me,
In your pimpin' majesty… ("Needles" By System Of A Down)
Sorry about that…I was so tired; I must've dozed off for a few hours. So anyway…where was I…?
Oh yes! So poor Severus Snape was dangling two feet from the train tracks, the train rushing along at no less than 75 miles per hour, and the two responsible for his predicament were laughing at him.
James Potter and Sirius Black were laughing their egotistical heads off once again. If this prank wasn't stopped soon, they'd have the death of a fellow wizard on their hands!
But do they care? Of course not. So I did the only thing I could do.
I shot out of the compartment at lightening speed, plowing through James and Sirius and sending them flying into opposite ends of the compartment walls.
I swerved into the hard metallic wall of the hallway, head first, and tasted some of my own blood from my cheek…whatever. I bolted down through the cars, one by one, and they all became blurs until I reached the tender of the engine…and realized I had a problem; there was no car leading up to the conductor's room, just the tender.
I peered over to the side of the tender, and saw a small catwalk leading up to the engine car, but this magical train was going way too fast and to attempt to walk alongside it would be suicide. So I looked upwards and my breath caught in my throat; there was a rusty ladder leading up to the top of the tender, the part with all the coal heaped onto it.
It was then that I really started to panic.
And I mean really. I was practically hyperventilating.
I decided to just take a few steps up, just enough to stick my head out over the coal, and shout as loud as I possibly can.
I reached out for the ladder, and the moment I stepped onto it, my vision was obscured by a huge wave of flaming redness. For one wild moment I thought it was fire…but then I realized it was only my hair. I tossed it so that it was whipping out behind me (rather violently if I do say so myself) and took three more steps up.
The moment my head poked up from behind the coal, I opened my mouth in an attempt to breathe in the maximum capacity of my lungs, and was instantly inhaling the thickest smoke I had ever before tasted. It knocked the wind out of me, nearly suffocating me as I was pitched backward at the foot of the ladder, dangerously close to falling off the train, I might add.
My temporarily blackened vision began clearing once I gasped in a few deep breaths of fresh air. I was trembling from head to foot, but the moment I heard another panicked yelp from Snape float by, I struggled to get myself on my feet.
Vision back to normal, I could see two masculine figures rushing towards me.
"Evans? EVANS!" cried Potter as I immediately began to climb the ladder that was on the front of the first car opposite the tender at the sight of him.
I pulled myself up on top of the car in a kneeling position, not daring to stand up. I hugged the roof of the car, and began shuffling myself towards the top of my compartment, which was only three cars away.
"EVANS WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!" roared Potter. I ignored him, my emerald orbs focused on my next obstacle: jumping between the cars.
There was no way in hell I was standing up, it was even more of a suicide then climbing around the tender! So I scooted to the edge of this car and focused my eyes on a large box-like bump that resembled a mini chimney atop the opposite car. The only way to do this was with a wand…
I cursed Petunia's arse off verbally until I heard the loud clanks of cautiously placed footsteps behind me. I craned my neck around to see that both Potter and Black were standing atop the car, slowly making their way towards me.
I could feel anger and embarrassment flashing through me. I must look like a complete idiot and a coward crawling along on my knees like this…if they could stand, so could I. If Potter could stand so could I.
Anything he can do, I can do better.
I gingerly got to my feet, and Potter's eyes' blazed with fear. My, I didn't know James Potter could be afraid.
"POTTER!" I shouted at him, "GIVE ME YOUR WAND!" Though I was indeed standing I was not going to jump without an assured safe landing.
Potter just stood there, blinking stupidly down at me as if he misunderstood.
"POTTER!" I shrieked desperately, thinking of poor Severus, "GIVE ME YOUR GOD DAMNED WAND THIS INSTANT OR I'LL—I'LL JUMP!"
Potter's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he handed over the wand. Clutching his shoulder with one hand for support, I raised my free arm and pointed his wand at the chimney like structure I had spotted before.
"CARPE RETRACTUM!" I shouted.
A thick, blue-violet, arm-like light shot from the end of Potter's wand, to the box thing, where it wrapped itself around it and jerked me over to it by the wand I held in my hand. Since I was clutching Potter with my other arm, he too was magically yanked across the cars.
And to think that if I only would've released him while we were in midair between cars…
Oh I'm horrible sometimes!
Anyway, Black didn't need persuading or magic, he simply took a great leap and landed with cat-like skill a few inches short of us.
Now that I was standing up I could see out over to where Snape was.
What I saw was completely unnerving.
Peter Pettigrew was atop my compartment, holding in his grubby little hands the rope that bound Severus. The little weakling was huddled in fetal position, and every once in awhile a length of rope would slip from his grasp before he could regain his grip on it. He looked now as if he was deciding whether or not to just let the rope go and beat it, or stick it out and probably be pulled over himself as well as Severus.
Pettigrew was always notoriously known for trying to save his own skin before he even thought about assisting others, so this was not going to end up good if we—I, if I, didn't hurry.
I sized up Pettigrew quickly, he was a pretty large bloke. Steady…could probably hold my weight…
I thrust Potter's wand out in front of me and aimed it carefully at Pettigrew.
"CARPE RECTRACTUM!" I yelled, and I watched as the blue-violet arm reached out and wrapped around Pettigrew's stomach, causing him to squeal in terror and nearly drop Snape entirely.
I felt myself jerked upwards by Potter's wand and I was soaring across the remaining two cars. I landed a foot in front of Pettigrew and he immediately threw his arms up in surrender.
"I didn't do it!" he wailed pathetically but I wasn't listening.
"PETER YOU FOOL!" I shrieked, diving forward and snatching the rope that he had dropped.
I was lying flat on my stomach, my head and shoulders hanging over the train, as were my arms, which were desperately trying to not be torn from my body as they clung to the rope holding Severus. No way could I pull him back up, or even hold on to him for much longer.
I felt a pair of rather strong arms encircle my waist and knew the Potter had come to my aid. He attempted to pull me and Severus back up, but when he realized he couldn't, he just grabbed onto me and layed there with us, adding to the weight supporting Severus.
I looked around and saw Sirius and Peter just standing there. Well, Sirius was standing; Peter was trembling on the center of the car, still in fetal position.
"BLACK!" I shouted at Sirius, "STOP THE TRAIN!" He gave me a blank look.
"And how do you suppose I do that?" he shouted over the roar of the train.
"I DON'T KNOW!" I shrieked at him, "BUT UNLESS YOU GET THIS GOD DAMN TRAIN TO STOP, THREE STUDENTS, ONE OF WHOM IS YOUR BEST FRIEND, ARE GOING TO DIE YOUNG!"
The bit about Potter got Sirius moving. He took running leaps back to the tender, and we watched as he was reduced to a smoky silhouette, do to the fact he had climbed on top of the coal, in a determined attempt to reach the conductor.
You must hand it to him, that Sirius Black is one tough cookie.
Eventually, he disappeared into the engine room and all too soon, the entire train skid to the most sickeningly high-pitched screech of a stop I'd ever been blessed to bear witness of.
What happened then, in short, is the conductor of the train got out, and he and Sirius magically levitated us to the ground one by one.
The moment I felt my feet touch the earth, I whipped around to face them all, and there were about a million things I wanted to scream at them, some of them being:
1) Oh my GOD you ASSHOLES you are in so much trouble I'm going to report you the moment we get back to school and have you all EXPELLED!
2) Good job, Black! That brave type of reckless quick thinking might come in handy when I have you thrown…IN AZKABAN PRISON!
3) NO POTTER, I WILL NOT GO OUT WITH YOU!
4) PETER PETTIGREW, WIPE YOUR BREAKFAST OFF YOUR PUDGY FACE!
But instead, I just gave them the nastiest glare I could manage and stormed back into my compartment. I was too flabbergasted by this whole experience to even register what the consequences of their actions should be.
All I remember about later is that at some point during the feast, Potter tried to approach me and apologize about the whole incident…and I remember quite distinctly cutting him off with a sharp SLAP across the face.
"APOLOGIZE TO SEVERUS, NOT ME, YOU BASTARD!" I had shrieked at him.
Honestly, how stupid can one be?
Holy cricket I overslept! How could this happen to me? And on the first day of term, too! I don't even have time to eat breakfast! Ugh…this is going to be one long day.
A/N Well, how was it? I know; it's a shame that Snape didn't die but, sadly, he's kind of crucial to the books, lol. PLEASE REVIEW!