Disclaimer: I don't own any HP characters. I only own those who's name you do now recognize. These would be the other kids met in the cargo train by Hermione and Ron.
A/N: Hope you like this chapter. The new characters will have a certain trait to them that will help with future things so read carefully.
Hermione woke in the darkness of the train. She was surprised she hadn't woke before this for the noise the train made was loud enough to wake a giant.
She looked next to her and saw Ron, lying flat on his back, eyes closed. At first, Hermione was concerned that he was unconscious, but then a loud grunt came from Ron, showing that he was just sleeping. Hermione grinned and tried to sit up. She couldn't.
She lifted her arm and reached around to her back. She put her hand on where the middle of her spine should be. It was soaked wet. She looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. She turned her head to look at the ground. A puddle of blood was flowing on it.
Hermione let out a cry of surprise that woke Ron from his sleep. He turned to look at her, a grin apon his freckled face, but then he noticed the panicked look on Hermione's face.
"What's a matter?" he quickly said before he sat up. It was then that he noticed the red blood puddle beside her. "No," he hissed.
He pulled Hermione into his arms and she let out a scream of pain. He ripped off the sleeves of his shirt, tied them together, and wrapped them around the wound to stop the constant flow of blood. It did no good. Hermione heard him let out a soft moan and saw tears trickle down his pale face.
Then suddenly, from the corner of the cart, a small door opened allowing two dazzling blue eyes to poke through. She felt Ron's body tense up in alarm.
He held her closer and said, "Who's there?"
The blue eyes then formed a head, a body, and legs and arms. Hermione parted her lips into a small oh.
A little girl around the age of six stood before them. She had strawberry blonde wavy hair that framed her electric blue eyes and snowy white skin and rosy cheeks. She was small, only half as tall as Hermione who was only 5' 5''. She wore a pale blue dress and a light green sash. In her tiny hands was a little wooden bowl, full of some kind of liquid.
"Who are you?" Ron asked.
"Mika." The little girl said. "Mika the Faerie."
Hermione and Ron's jaw dropped open. Hermione had, of course, read all about faeries but they were supposed to be very rare and were supposed to have wings. They also had very powerful healing powers for a grain of faerie dust could cure even a person inches from death.
Ron however, was just dumbfounded. "A what?"
"A faerie." Mika repeated shyly.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, pointing to the bowl in her hand. "Is that a potion?"
"Yes, a healing potion." Mika pointed to Hermione's back wound. "I can heal that for you if you'd like."
Ron looked at Hermione with distrust written all over his face. She glanced at Mika and nodded. The little faerie ran to Hermione's side and kneeled down. She then reached into a pocket in her sash and pulled from it a small, pink pouch. Mika pulled it open, reached into it, and pulled out a pinch of what looked like faerie dust. After placing it in the potion, she removed the sleeve from Hermione's wound. Mika added the potion to Hermione's gash and almost instantaneously the wound became smaller, and smaller, till nothing but dried blood was left.
All Ron could do by this point was gawk at the little faerie.
Hermione gasped, "Thank you."
Mika smiled and then asked slowly, "Can my other friends come in too?"
"Sure." Hermione said.
Mika jumped up and ran to the doorway in which she came through in the first place. "C'mon!" she whispered.
First to come through was a tall boy who must have been around fourteen at least. He had brown, spiky hair and a tan figure. he had dawned on a long silver robe with a purple crest attached. His brown eyes had a somewhat happy glint to them that Hermione couldn't help but trust.
Next came a girl who was about a foot smaller than the boy. She had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. The girl wore bright red robes, which covered her freckles that could rival Ron's. But what really caught Hermione's attention was a small bracelet that the girl had on. In fact, it was the same bracelet on Hermione's hand. One that had been given to her and her muggle cousin who she hadn't seen for five years.
"Liz?" Hermione addressed the girl in a shocked tone.
"Hermione?" she replied equally shocked.
"What?" Ron asked puzzled.
Hermione and the girl 'Liz' ran to each other, hugging like two schoolgirls. They then tore apart and began talking frantically to one another.
"I haven't seen you for so long!"
"Same here! You never told me you were a witch!"
"Mum and Dad made me promise not to tell anyone! I'm guessing you're a witch too!"
"Yeah! Where do you go to school?"
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You?"
"Stagshollow School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in America."
"Now, I hate to break up this wonderful 'reunion', but who the heck are you and how do you know Hermione?" Ron asked loudly so as the girls could hear him.
Hermione laughed. "Sorry, Ron. This is my cousin, Liz Lowell. We grew up together but I never knew she was a witch." Hermione turned to face the boy. "Who are you?" she asked politely.
Liz walked over to the boy. "This is Jeremy, Jeremy Langer. He is also from my school."
"Yeah," Jeremy said, tugging at his robe. "At least I was before the stupid death eaters raided the school and burned it to the ground." He sighed and looked to Liz. "We were the only non death eaters to survive. That's when they kidnapped us."
"I'm so sorry, Liz!" Hermione said heartbroken. "We were out walking when they kidnapped us." She broke off. "All because of me-"
"Now don't say that, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed angrily. "It wasn't your fault! We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time!"
"No," she said quietly. "They had been planning this for ages. To capture two of Harry Potter's best friends and to stop their prophecy from overpowering the Dark Lord! This is what they wanted. Already part of the prophecy has passed. Our wands were broken in half, what's gonna be next? The near death experience?"
At this point, Mika, Jeremy, and Liz backed away and muttered something about giving them some time alone, before climbing back through the trap door and into their own cart.
Ron walked over to Hermione and said sternly, "I won't hear anymore of this nonsense. Listen to me, were gonna live through this trip. We're gonna get out of here and we're gonna go help Harry defeat Voldemort!"
Hermione's glossy eyes met Ron's. "How do you know we'll even survive this trip?"
"Because..." Ron turned away slightly. "Because I... I love you, okay! And you're going to survive this trip even if I have to sacrifice everything I bloody own!"
Hermione was in what seemed like a trans. Ron, blushing on both ears, walked to the other side of the train cart and looked out the slit of a window.
Hermione smiled slightly, walked over to him, put a hand on his shoulder and whispered. "I believe you Ron. You know why?"
He turned to face her and listened closely. "Why?" he asked.
"Because I love you too."
I had to put the love in this chapter. It seems so dull without it. Just to let you know, Liz and Jeremy are two friends of mine and are real people. If you want to read some of Liz's fan fics, Her name is Keelin Alidafai and her story is called Lost Hope.
A/N: Hope you like this chapter. The new characters will have a certain trait to them that will help with future things so read carefully.
Hermione woke in the darkness of the train. She was surprised she hadn't woke before this for the noise the train made was loud enough to wake a giant.
She looked next to her and saw Ron, lying flat on his back, eyes closed. At first, Hermione was concerned that he was unconscious, but then a loud grunt came from Ron, showing that he was just sleeping. Hermione grinned and tried to sit up. She couldn't.
She lifted her arm and reached around to her back. She put her hand on where the middle of her spine should be. It was soaked wet. She looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. She turned her head to look at the ground. A puddle of blood was flowing on it.
Hermione let out a cry of surprise that woke Ron from his sleep. He turned to look at her, a grin apon his freckled face, but then he noticed the panicked look on Hermione's face.
"What's a matter?" he quickly said before he sat up. It was then that he noticed the red blood puddle beside her. "No," he hissed.
He pulled Hermione into his arms and she let out a scream of pain. He ripped off the sleeves of his shirt, tied them together, and wrapped them around the wound to stop the constant flow of blood. It did no good. Hermione heard him let out a soft moan and saw tears trickle down his pale face.
Then suddenly, from the corner of the cart, a small door opened allowing two dazzling blue eyes to poke through. She felt Ron's body tense up in alarm.
He held her closer and said, "Who's there?"
The blue eyes then formed a head, a body, and legs and arms. Hermione parted her lips into a small oh.
A little girl around the age of six stood before them. She had strawberry blonde wavy hair that framed her electric blue eyes and snowy white skin and rosy cheeks. She was small, only half as tall as Hermione who was only 5' 5''. She wore a pale blue dress and a light green sash. In her tiny hands was a little wooden bowl, full of some kind of liquid.
"Who are you?" Ron asked.
"Mika." The little girl said. "Mika the Faerie."
Hermione and Ron's jaw dropped open. Hermione had, of course, read all about faeries but they were supposed to be very rare and were supposed to have wings. They also had very powerful healing powers for a grain of faerie dust could cure even a person inches from death.
Ron however, was just dumbfounded. "A what?"
"A faerie." Mika repeated shyly.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, pointing to the bowl in her hand. "Is that a potion?"
"Yes, a healing potion." Mika pointed to Hermione's back wound. "I can heal that for you if you'd like."
Ron looked at Hermione with distrust written all over his face. She glanced at Mika and nodded. The little faerie ran to Hermione's side and kneeled down. She then reached into a pocket in her sash and pulled from it a small, pink pouch. Mika pulled it open, reached into it, and pulled out a pinch of what looked like faerie dust. After placing it in the potion, she removed the sleeve from Hermione's wound. Mika added the potion to Hermione's gash and almost instantaneously the wound became smaller, and smaller, till nothing but dried blood was left.
All Ron could do by this point was gawk at the little faerie.
Hermione gasped, "Thank you."
Mika smiled and then asked slowly, "Can my other friends come in too?"
"Sure." Hermione said.
Mika jumped up and ran to the doorway in which she came through in the first place. "C'mon!" she whispered.
First to come through was a tall boy who must have been around fourteen at least. He had brown, spiky hair and a tan figure. he had dawned on a long silver robe with a purple crest attached. His brown eyes had a somewhat happy glint to them that Hermione couldn't help but trust.
Next came a girl who was about a foot smaller than the boy. She had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. The girl wore bright red robes, which covered her freckles that could rival Ron's. But what really caught Hermione's attention was a small bracelet that the girl had on. In fact, it was the same bracelet on Hermione's hand. One that had been given to her and her muggle cousin who she hadn't seen for five years.
"Liz?" Hermione addressed the girl in a shocked tone.
"Hermione?" she replied equally shocked.
"What?" Ron asked puzzled.
Hermione and the girl 'Liz' ran to each other, hugging like two schoolgirls. They then tore apart and began talking frantically to one another.
"I haven't seen you for so long!"
"Same here! You never told me you were a witch!"
"Mum and Dad made me promise not to tell anyone! I'm guessing you're a witch too!"
"Yeah! Where do you go to school?"
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You?"
"Stagshollow School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in America."
"Now, I hate to break up this wonderful 'reunion', but who the heck are you and how do you know Hermione?" Ron asked loudly so as the girls could hear him.
Hermione laughed. "Sorry, Ron. This is my cousin, Liz Lowell. We grew up together but I never knew she was a witch." Hermione turned to face the boy. "Who are you?" she asked politely.
Liz walked over to the boy. "This is Jeremy, Jeremy Langer. He is also from my school."
"Yeah," Jeremy said, tugging at his robe. "At least I was before the stupid death eaters raided the school and burned it to the ground." He sighed and looked to Liz. "We were the only non death eaters to survive. That's when they kidnapped us."
"I'm so sorry, Liz!" Hermione said heartbroken. "We were out walking when they kidnapped us." She broke off. "All because of me-"
"Now don't say that, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed angrily. "It wasn't your fault! We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time!"
"No," she said quietly. "They had been planning this for ages. To capture two of Harry Potter's best friends and to stop their prophecy from overpowering the Dark Lord! This is what they wanted. Already part of the prophecy has passed. Our wands were broken in half, what's gonna be next? The near death experience?"
At this point, Mika, Jeremy, and Liz backed away and muttered something about giving them some time alone, before climbing back through the trap door and into their own cart.
Ron walked over to Hermione and said sternly, "I won't hear anymore of this nonsense. Listen to me, were gonna live through this trip. We're gonna get out of here and we're gonna go help Harry defeat Voldemort!"
Hermione's glossy eyes met Ron's. "How do you know we'll even survive this trip?"
"Because..." Ron turned away slightly. "Because I... I love you, okay! And you're going to survive this trip even if I have to sacrifice everything I bloody own!"
Hermione was in what seemed like a trans. Ron, blushing on both ears, walked to the other side of the train cart and looked out the slit of a window.
Hermione smiled slightly, walked over to him, put a hand on his shoulder and whispered. "I believe you Ron. You know why?"
He turned to face her and listened closely. "Why?" he asked.
"Because I love you too."
I had to put the love in this chapter. It seems so dull without it. Just to let you know, Liz and Jeremy are two friends of mine and are real people. If you want to read some of Liz's fan fics, Her name is Keelin Alidafai and her story is called Lost Hope.