Harry was going about his business at the train station, heading to platform 9 ¾. Ron was prattling about how he needs a girlfriend while Hermione was explaining to Ron the advantages and disadvantages about having a relationship. They had just left their parents at the entrance side with the muggles. Security came to check on some mysterious people. Funny that Professor Moody was with the crowd. Just hope no one is unfortunate enough to be tackled by Ron's dad, asking about the uses of a 'cell-o-phony.'
"But Hermione, I'm with you a lot, I think I know what its like to be with a girl."
"No Ron, you don't. You have absolutely no idea what sort of relationship you need. You don't need a sexual partner, you need someone who loves you back."
"Hey, I know what I want. But you need a real man."
" Like who?"
"Like—" he was about to say 'me' but Harry interrupted.
"—Someone else."
They looked around to see if any muggles were watching and crossed onto platform 9 ¾.
Now it was Ron's turn to ask, "Like who?"
"Er—the time will come to see then, but its Hermione's choice," Harry replied.
"Thank you Harry for that moment of brilliance. I'll keep my options open—somewhere else," Hermione said with finality.
They boarded the train for Hogwarts and went searching for a decent cabin, somewhere far away from Slytherin.
The train pulled out of the station as they found a cabin two cars down and settled in. They put their trunks under the seats and Harry placed Hedwig's cage next to him. Harry sat on one side while Ron and Hermione sat on the other.
Harry noticed that Ron wanted to move closer to Hermione but she had enough trouble avoiding him without moving to Harry's side. Ron was silent for a few minutes and no one else spoke until the train was at least ten miles from the station.
Ron broke first.
"Oh c'mon Hermione, guys just don't fall out of the sky, ya know."
Axel was falling, falling, and falling. Falling into a new eternity.
I didn't know eternity had air.
He opened his eyes to realize that he was falling…over open air and through the highest clouds. He started to panic but immediately calmed himself. He reached inside of his soul to find his core of power.
His heart skipped a beat when he realized he couldn't find it.
No, this hasn't happened before.
Before, meaning he always used his power. Though he still had his clothes and weapons…and his accursed immortality, he didn't have power or his backpack and that was a very personal thing.
Dammit, I can't fly, After a pause, so this is what its like, falling. I just hope I hit something soft.
As he fell through the lowest clouds, he could see a bit of the reality he was in, a countryside of rocky mountains and soft green rolling hills. Below he could see something on the ground snaking its way through. As he got closer he could see that it was a train.
Let's try to hit that.
He was about a hundred feet in the air, still in freefall, when out of nowhere his backpack hit him in the back of the head, knocking him unconscious.
The last thing he saw was the roof of the train.
"Oh c'mon Hermione, guys just don't fall out of the sky, ya know."
SLAM! As Ron's last words came out, a boy, or rather, a teenager crashed though the roof of the train and put a considerable dent on the floor at Hermione's feet. Hermione screamed in panic and, by accident, fell onto Ron's chest. Ron was shocked to see that something he was true. Harry, to his knowledge, was not too alarmed at first, but when he realized that some person just fell through the roof, he moved closer to investigate. Hedwig was screeching in her cage and it took a while to calm down.
This kid was laying face up, and looked to be no more than sixteen. His dark brown hair was slightly curled and ran past his eyes. Black sunglasses that looked more like a blindfold and tied behind his head. A very dark robe that looked like it would rather suck sunlight out of thin air. A very large array of weapons from the wickedly painful ones to sharp blades of steel, he had a very large sword strapped to his back that could only possibly cleave someone in half. Dark shirt, pants, and very large boots that came just below his knees, the bottoms of his pants were tucked inside of them. The only pieces of clothing that he wore that were not so dark in color was a necklace made out of bones, and a sash around his waist, colored in various stripes of red, gold, silver, and black, it looked as though the colors were fighting each other.
"What the—," was Ron's only response.
After Harry took care of calming Hedwig down he bent over this person, inspecting his clothes and, more importantly, his weapons. All of this happened in a matter of seconds when a backpack fell through the roof into the cabin and landed right on the boy's chest and he coughed as the air went out of his lungs. He gasped for air and when he had some, he slept peacefully. Harry took the backpack off of his chest and slid it under his seat next to his truck. He did this because an unconscious boy who can make a dent on a train floor may not get back up for a while.
There was a large tap on the cabin door and Harry got up to open it. Hermione realized she was on Ron's chest and pushed away, composing herself in the process and looking as if almost nothing was amiss.
Harry opened the door and Ginny popped in followed by Neville Longbottom. Ginny apparently did not notice the boy on the floor, and accidentally stepped on his face. She was about to ask what happened when Neville looked down to see a boy on the floor with Ginny's foot on his nose. She was about to step forward but he pulled her back in time before she crushed his face.
She looked down herself, saw the boy, squeaked, and fell back on Neville who in turn fell back on none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Watch where you're going you bloody ass!" Draco yelled at Neville.
There was moment of confusion when everyone but Hermione forgot about a certain person on the floor. After a few shoves, pushes and pulls Harry, Ron, and Ginny pulled Neville back into the cabin kicking and flailing at Draco while Harry shut the door in his face.
Neville settled down long enough to look at the body on the floor to say exasperatedly, "Wh-who-what--happened?"
Everyone was too confused in the current situation to immediately reply. Harry was the first.
"Well—er—Ron was—er—talking about how people don't fall from the sky. So this—er—he fell through the roof."
"Is he dead?" Ginny asked.
"No, just unconscious," Hermione replied weakly.
"Oh."
Neville was really confused, Ron was shocked and not saying a ward, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry were starring at the boy.
"Let's sit him up," Ginny said.
"Careful, he may have broken something," Hermione said.
With much difficulty, since no one wanted to be cut by all the knives, (they took off his sword, and despite its size, it was surprisingly lightweight.) they sat Axel up on the bench between Ron and Hermione. He suddenly slumped forward and nearly fell on his face when Ron came to his senses and pulled Axel back up by the collar of his robes.
"Lets wait until we get to Hogwarts," said Harry, "then we can try to revive him."
"Sure." "Ok." Everyone replied.