Harry Potter And The Imprisoning War
Copyright: I, The Author do hereby proclaim that I do not own The Harry Potter World. It is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Books, and The W.B. Enterprises. I DO on the other hand, own a good deal of new things introduced in the book. Although I do not own them right and proper with a copyright, I would ask anyone to use my ideas to ask permission to use them.
Chapter 13: Collision aboard the Hogwarts Express
After an hour of sleep, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley entered the rooms of their sons, guests and Ginny and woke them up. After downing three sandwiches of toast, eggs scrambled, butter and mayonnaise each. They got dressed and were in frenzy on packing and Mr. Weasley nearly destroyed his hat when he tried to contact the Ministry via fireplace for a set of cars for Kings Cross. When they were done with breakfast, they were told off by Mrs. Weasley for not packing their stuff. While she had to do it all using magic, as they ran outside, they saw two sleek cars shining in the sunlight. The cars had been so enlarged on the inside that they could supply most of their luggage in the passenger's area and still be able to spread out in relaxation.
These cars (like all other Ministry Cars) were able to squeeze between small gaps made by neighbouring cars and be at the front of the line and somehow pass through red lights without the Traffic Constable noticing. As they came into the parking of Kings Cross Station, the drivers took out the luggage and placed them on carts, they saluted Mr. Weasley and returned in their car and passed a roundabout without crossing around it.
As they entered King's Cross, they passed the platforms to platforms Nine and Ten they then stopped between said platforms, where Platform Nine and Three Quarters lay. This platform was not seen to Muggle eye, because you had to cross to the platform which was accessible by running through the barrier between Platforms nine and ten. Today, they would run through the barrier as a line. They passed through the barrier into Platform Nine and Three Quarters.
They met on the other side the usual chaos of the Hogwarts Express on travel days. There were meowing cats, hooting owls, first years mothers tears, and the scattered farewells of students to their parents. Little did they know this was their last meetings with their parents they would ever have…
"Now, I've packed everyone sandwiches" Mrs. Weasley said. "Ron, it's not corned beef, its bologna. Ginny, I've packed you salami. Harry, I've given you roast beef if that's alright with you. Hermione, I've packed you bologna as well. We've got to hurry up with this." She pulled everyone in a large hug and kissed them all separately. (Harry blushed bright red when Mrs. Weasley kissed Harry a second time.)
A warning whistle sounded and the pace of the Station quickened as last minute stragglers hurriedly kissed their fathers and shook their mother's hands.
"Oh, Good Lord!" Mrs. Weasley "Hurry up! I'll see you at the end of term!" How very wrong she will be.
The group was able to run into the car the moment the train began. The guards closed the door. (Unwittingly right on Ron's foot)
As they entered the car, (Ron swearing) Hermione said. "Well, Ron and I have to go to the Prefects compartment for our usual briefing."
Harry had completely forgotten that Ron and Hermione were prefects and he was momentarily stupid of this. "Wha... Oh! Right! Well, I guess I'll be seeing you guys."
"Right" Ron said. "So, I guess we'll see ya when we'll see ya!"
"Right" Harry said. And he and Ginny left to the lower compartments. On the way Ginny met up with some of her friends and noticed that the compartment was full.
"You don't mind do you Harry?" Ginny asks.
"No!" Harry says, "No, not at all!" But in private, he did. Now he had none of his friends with him, the first time ever so.
As Ginny entered the compartment, Harry continued down the train looking for a compartment that had room. After five minutes, he found one that was empty of all but one man. If the Balladeer was a large man, this person was gigantic. Over seven feet tall nearing eight feet he also had a very large gut. (Beaten only by Dudley.) He was very whiskery and even had an actual moustache. He had on elegant robes of gold, velvet and white, ending in large boots which could have held a baby comfortably. And his hands were the size of a piece of paper, and two hundred sheets thick and he also wore a large plumed hat with a feather larger than a peacock's feather.
"Hello" Harry said, slightly intimidated by the presence of the large person.
The man then spoke in what seemed to be a very strong Italian Accent.
"E'llo My dear-a friend!" he said loudly and with a deep voice. "My name is-a Anastagion Tamburo. Might I-a ask what your-a name is?"
"I'm Harry Potter" Harry said more calmly because he now noted that this person was friendly.
For about ten seconds Anastagion just stared at him. Than he said, "No you're not."
"Yes, I am" Harry replied.
"I want-a proof" he said.
Harry lifted his bangs and showed the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.
Anastagion actually jumped up and slammed his head on the roof of the train actually sending that particular car up a few inches to slam down on the tracks.
"Uh..." sounded the driver "Please disregard that err… minor vibration. No damage was inflicted. Repeat, no damage was inflicted by that uh… minor vibration."
"I'm-a so sorry" Anastagion said in pain. But-a damn, Harry Potter."
Just then the Lunch trolley arrived and the witch pushing it said, "Quite a shock we had dears, anything from the trolleys?"
Anastagion stood up and looked around at the sweets.
"So much to choose-a from." He said interestedly. "And none of it I've-a had before." So taking a massive moneybag (capable of holding a full grown chicken) bought half the trolley's worth. The witch looked quite astonished.
"A thousand thank you's" she said.
"And TEN thousand thank-a you's to YOU." He said.
The witch left the compartment.
Anastagion passed about 65 of the sweets to Harry who quickly said. "N-no thank you"
"I don't want-a to hear it!" Anastagion said loudly. "You deserve it!" and he wouldn't let Harry say otherwise. So Harry reluctantly took the sweets and only ate two chocolate frogs. Instead deciding to watch Anastagion gorge hisself with his supply of sweets knocking them all taking ten minutes.
About a half hour later, rain had started to fall; they were crossing through a dense forest, and Ron and Hermione returned from the Prefects Carriage to gaze at the behemoth.
"Whoa" was all Ron could muster. Anastagion lifted himself from the chair and grabbed Ron's hand and shook it so hard. Ron was actually lifted off the ground. When Anastagion came to Hermione, he starred at her a few moments, before bowing on one knee, taking of his hat (revealing a long shoulder length crop of black chair) and kissed Hermione's hand. Hermione blushed bright red.
"So good-a to see you my dear-a friends. He said. "We've got some sweets left, would you like-a to join us?"
So Ron and Hermione joined up with Harry and Anastagion and started a barrage on the sweets. About fifteen minutes later, Anastagion drew a smoking pipe from his belt and took out some powder, he looked disgusted.
I've haven't had-a anything to smoke but crushed up-a leaves since the Japanese gave up the seaweed. Anastagion said. "Tis' more-a bitter than cranburry seeds".
Ron than looked attentive.
"I think I have something" Ron said. Opening his trunk, he dug out a barrel of Japanese Smoking Seaweed from the stash at Farmer Tom's barn. Anastagion looked amazed, then took Ron and kissed him on both cheeks.
"THANK-A YOU!" he shouted "Bless-a you my beloved man." He placed Ron back down and opened the barrel. Harry looked inside. It was brown and smelled like the beach. Anastagion saw Harry staring at it, and he drew a second pipe (a stubby one) and stuck it in Harry's mouth. He then took a corncob and placed it in Ron's mouth. And then offered one to Hermione, she refused bitterly saying it was harmful for her health. (No one tried to bother Hermione telling her about it being harmless.) Anastagion then filled their pipes and ignited his own prodding the leaves with his wand.
Harry did the same and took a small pull. It was oddly not making him choke. It was more or less, like inhaling extremely moist air, the taste was quaintly satisfying as well, like a combination of salt and parsley. Harry then exhaled to see white smoke whiter than a cloud rising up. Meanwhile, Anastagion was teaching Ron to make smoke rings.
"No you've got to-a jut-a your jaw down-awards with your mouth in an O formation. Anastagion said. Demonstrating by making a beautiful cloud ring which he blew out of the compartment. Ron copied him and nearly made a ring as good as Anastagion's.
"Not-a bad!" Anastagion said thumping Ron on the back. "But I can bet you can't-a do this!"
He took a five second pull and started shooting little puffs out which turned into little soldiers which marched around the smoke ring. (Even the little drummers were making noise from their drums) before disappearing into nothing. Ron looked quite amazed.
"How did you do that?" he said in awe.
"Practice" he said simply.
Just then there was a great jolt which made Harry's stomach jerked unpleasantly and a voice sounded up on the train, yet it wasn't the nasally voice of the Conductor, but a deep voice to which Harry didn't know belonged to rang out.
"THE DARK LORD WILL DESTROY ALL MUDBLOODS!"
Just then the train was tilted to an odd 45 degree angle and sparks were visible from the wheels of the train. Every one fell out of their seats onto the floor and there was screaming throughout the train. Then the train switched tracks form the original track to some track they had seen before yet never used. And spotted about 700 feet was…
A solid brick wall.
There was even more screaming as people opened their compartments and headed for the train doors to find they were locked. They pounded and cried when the group emerged from their compartment. Anastagion quickly parted the crowd and reached the door. He beat it five times and he broke it off its hinges and there was a frenzy to push every body off, Harry could spot Ginny crying for help as she was being trampled on by the crowd. (He couldn't reach her be cause of the crowd of people pushing and groping) And others opened the gates to the other cars where even more students crowded. As Harry jumped out, he noticed someone from the engine car jumping out; a black robed someone with a hood over his head which had a swastika painted on it with snakeheads on the ends.
Ghe Serpantre und Verihind un Swastickoria
Harry landed in a bunch of mud whilst Ron and Hermione landed right next to him in a small pond. They saw the people jumping out of the train like parachuters. Soon however, the train collided with the wall spouting a barrage of flames and debris. People were scattering like ants throughout the forest. Harry was following them but then a piece of the train flew through the sky, cracked his skull. And he knew nothing more…
"Harry, wake up Harry…"
"Come on Harry mate. Wake up."
'WAKE UP-A YOU LAZY DOLT"
Harry snapped his eyes and noticed at first it was late night and there were fires poking around hither and thither. He was resting on a tree and he was aching all over. Harry looked over at the dirt on his right side, and vomited…
He lost his right hand.
Harry then screamed in fright and agony.
"Calm-a down" Anastagion said trying to keep Harry quiet.
Harry continued screaming a good five minutes before being hoarse and unable to scream anymore. Just then he saw Malfoy crossing the campsites. Harry grinned to hisself seeing Malfoy must've had a bad knock on the head because there was blood on his robe hood.
Harry then looked at his stump of an arm and wanted to think of something to help him. All he could think of was that spell that gave Wormtail a silver hand that could pulverize objects, but he couldn't remember the incantation (if there even was one).
Anastagion (who took a great liking to Harry and his friends) said. "I think I could help-a you ."
"Yeah?" Ron and Harry said. "How?"
"My famiglia (Italian for family) is-a very famous in Italy for making-a great-a metal articles. I could make-a you a beautiful prosthetic hand-a, All I need-a is some metal from-a the wreckage, and I could-a clean and prepare it for you-a in one days time."
Harry tried to get up to hug Anastagion but he was in to great of pain and weakness to move. So Harry said thank you many times.
"Don't-a mention it" He said blushing. "Tell-a you what, I go get-a what food there is-a left for us."
So Anastagion left for one of the fires to get what ever there was left.
"We were able to save food from the train?" Harry said.
"No" Hermione said, returning from a tree and sitting down. "It all got ruined. But we were able to find a group of deer to kill. And that pond Ron and I fell in was pure water so we could drink it as well.
Anastagion then returned with sets of meat for everyone. It was very tasty. Soon Harry was robbed of what energy he had scrapped and he fell asleep.
END CHAPTER
Hello! Hope you enjoy this chapter of my story, consider it my Winter gift to you. (Please note I didn't use Christmas!) So I just want to wish everyone a very good winter and those who are celebrating a holiday, enjoy it to the fullest extent.
Happy Holidays And a prosperous New Year (And considering the way last year went I need a prosperous one!)
Nicholas Braun