Chapter two
The trolley had just arrived and there was a scramble to buy sweets and drink for the rest of the journey. The new teacher still even in the chaos remained still and focused. Now the teachers presence was started to be noticed by the rest of the company, he was making Ron, who was seated opposite very nervous so he tried to make conversation. "So, you're the new defence against the dark arts teacher" "Yes", was the soft reply? "Hope you last longer than a year, you see.... "I know". Ron was put out with this interruption, so went back to his sweets, and didn't try again. Harry who was seated right next to the teacher was in a position to see they were coming up to a tunnel. Harry usually didn't mind going through this tunnel, he sometimes found it exciting, to be plunged into darkness, not knowing what was outside or when they were going to get out. But at that very moment every fibre of his being was willing the train to reverse, to find some other way than the tunnel, the feeling inside, the anxiety was coming to the boil, he wanted to scream, but knew it would do nothing for the direction of the train, the tunnel, the darkness was coming closer and closer, until all were plunged into the darkness, and swept around them, over them until it was everywhere. But in it Harry's peace of mind returned, in the compartment all was calm, no sound of distress or struggle, everything normal. Little did Harry know what he was to find as the sunlight washed back into the compartment. . Everything and everyone was in an uproar. Screaming and shouts of help brought half the train running. The new teachers gaze had left the window and was now on the young, lifeless body on the floor, the rim of his hat had been brought up a little by a bony, long finger and revealed, cold, icy blue eyes which Harry thought had a touch of smugness in them. Also he was not moving, like the rest of train to the poor dead form of Ron Weasly,
The trolley had just arrived and there was a scramble to buy sweets and drink for the rest of the journey. The new teacher still even in the chaos remained still and focused. Now the teachers presence was started to be noticed by the rest of the company, he was making Ron, who was seated opposite very nervous so he tried to make conversation. "So, you're the new defence against the dark arts teacher" "Yes", was the soft reply? "Hope you last longer than a year, you see.... "I know". Ron was put out with this interruption, so went back to his sweets, and didn't try again. Harry who was seated right next to the teacher was in a position to see they were coming up to a tunnel. Harry usually didn't mind going through this tunnel, he sometimes found it exciting, to be plunged into darkness, not knowing what was outside or when they were going to get out. But at that very moment every fibre of his being was willing the train to reverse, to find some other way than the tunnel, the feeling inside, the anxiety was coming to the boil, he wanted to scream, but knew it would do nothing for the direction of the train, the tunnel, the darkness was coming closer and closer, until all were plunged into the darkness, and swept around them, over them until it was everywhere. But in it Harry's peace of mind returned, in the compartment all was calm, no sound of distress or struggle, everything normal. Little did Harry know what he was to find as the sunlight washed back into the compartment. . Everything and everyone was in an uproar. Screaming and shouts of help brought half the train running. The new teachers gaze had left the window and was now on the young, lifeless body on the floor, the rim of his hat had been brought up a little by a bony, long finger and revealed, cold, icy blue eyes which Harry thought had a touch of smugness in them. Also he was not moving, like the rest of train to the poor dead form of Ron Weasly,