Axel awoke in a daze but he didn't open his eyes. He sat up and felt as if he was being stared at. He opened them and stared around.
Five kids stared back.
He contemplated what sort of language he should use. English, it seems to be a common language in many other worlds, he thought, maybe an informal tone.
"Yo," he said. (Too informal?)
The kids released their breathes which they were holding back, "Er—hi," said a boy. He had jet-black hair, a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead, kind of lanky kid with only a little bit of muscle. Sitting on the right of him was a small, fire-red haired, skinny girl, who in turn was sitting next to a chubby boy who had a very confused air. Axel was sitting between a little girl with bushy brown hair on his left, (her body is starting to fill with her age) and a fidgety, red-haired boy who looked very uncomfortable at being seated next to Axel, at his right. They were all wearing what appeared to be scholarly sort of robes.
The bushy haired girl spoke first after a pause, "I-I think that at the rate from which you fell should have killed you."
"But I didn't die," Axel stated flatly, to them he spoke in a strange, deep accent.
"But why are you alive?" The fidgety kid asked cautiously.
"Immortality."
"That must be nice to have," the red-haired girl said.
"I hate it, I wish to die," Axel said downtrodden.
The bushy girl said immediately, "No you don't."
"What is your age?" Axel asked.
"Sixteen."
"By this planet's probable cycle, I'm somewhere over three thousand years old." He said; he knew he had put her down. He nudged her mind with his own, and giving her a bit of kindness.
A thought smacked him in the face like a toppled oak; my power is back, he thought as he searched for more; though he couldn't find any more of it, he was sure it would come back eventually.
"Oh," she said and immediately smiled.
They were silent.
Axel broke the tension, "So, judging by my surroundings, your clothes, mannerisms, and trunks," he said as he tapped a boot against a trunk under his seat, "you're going somewhere important, no?"
"Yes—er—school," said the scarred boy.
"What are your names?"
"Harry Potter, Ron and Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and myself Hermione Granger," she said quickly, pointing to everybody respectively, "and yours if I may ask?"
"Axel Skye, the Patient Dragon"
"The Patient Dragon?" Neville asked.
"You'll find out when the time comes. Though its more of a nickname."
"Funny that your name is Skye," Ron said weakly, pointing to the roof.
There was another knock on the cabin door, and since Neville was the closest, he opened it. The witch with the food trolley peeked in and squeaked at the sight of Axel. The others assured her that he was harmless and she sold sweets to them. After all, Axel was a pretty imposing sight.
Ron opened his box of chocolate frogs and one jumped out before he could catch it. It almost made it to the open window but Axel caught it with a flash of his arm. Still have my physical reflexes, he thoughtHe bit off the squirming frog's head before anyone moved.
After they ate all of their sweets, (Axel pocketed a few for later.) he was curious about the last vision he had in the other world.
"I don't suppose—," he started.
"What?" Harry asked
Axel pulled out a parchment and pencil from his pocket and quickly drew the Dark Mark on it and he gave it to Harry. It was a question enough.
"This is the Dark Mark," Harry said, growing tense.
"I know, tell me about it," Axel commanded.
"The man who gave me this scar, Lord Voldemort," he pointed to the scar, while everyone else flinched, "gives this mark to a group of people, his supporters, known as Death Eaters, so it connects them to him."
Harry went on with his tragedy and how Voldemort came back to power, while Axel asked only a few mild questions. At the end of the story, the train had arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
As they were getting off of the train, Axel strapped his sword on his back and placed his pack on his side and walked out.
Interesting, he thought.