Undiscovered Truths
Chapter 1
In the back of a large triple decker bus, filled sheeted beds and cushioned seats, sat a rather nervous looking 16 year old boy.
He had been assured by the pimply faced conductor, who'd introduced himself as Stan, that the Knight Bus would take him 'anywhere he wanted to go'.
He sat quietly, his right leg shaking unconsciously, fiddling with his hands in his lap anxiously.
"So, eh- what'd you say youse name was again?" Stan asked him, in an eager sort of drawl.
The boy looked up, startled from his thoughts by the sudden conversation.
"M-my name is Dean. Dean Thomas." He answered, his dark brown eyes making eye contact with Stan's squinty black ones.
"Dean… rhymes with spleen! A-hahahaha." An odd looking Jamaican head with bright dreadlocks laughed uproariously from the dashboard.
"Erm…" Dean looked uncomfortably at the head, but Stan ignored it and said, "So Dean. Did you hear? Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange escaped from Azkaban. Again. They were," he looked around and continued in a barely audible whisper, "Death Eaters."
Dean paled visibly, and he gripped the edge of his seat, his knuckles turning white.
He knew of course. That was the very reason he was on the bus.
A year ago, if he was told that the following July he'd be on a bus painted royal purple, bout to do what he had set his mind to doing earlier that night, he would have scoffed right in their faces.
But that had changed. That had all changed, last September.