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Dedication- i forgot to put it in the 1st chapter so here it goes: I thought up of this while visiting my late grandfather's house, so this is for him.
Chapter 2
Amy woke up with a terrible headache. She wasn't even sure she had been asleep, but she her eyes had been closed, and now, she couldn't bring herself to open them, for the pain in her head was doubling. It felt as if someone had hit her really hard in the back of her head with a boulder, or at least a metal pole. Finally, she opened her right eye with great effort, and then her left. The room swam before her eyes and she felt as if she was about to vomit . She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes again, for the light was searing and made her eyes water. Where was she? And how did she get there? The last thing she remembered was the book, then the light... then this.
Well, then it's a dream, Amy told herself, a really painful dream. Maybe she'd hit her head on her night table and was now stuck in a hallucination. Get a grip! a voice in the back of her head said. Amy had to agree, if this was a dream, she could wake herself up, or at least change what was going on. She thought hard...um... my room! Then she opened her right eye again. Nothing. The room was beginning to get clearer, and the headache was dying away but the room was still steadily moving from right to left and back again. Okay... um... ice cream! she thought, and opened her eyes. Nothing again. But as the room was beginning to clear she could start to see the blurry shapes. Then, all of a sudden, there was a loud thud and everything became clear.
Strange... Amy thought, in taking her new surroundings.
She seemed to have been 'sleeping' on a scarlet bench that ran along the length of two walls in the small room that she found herself in. Actually, it wasn't so much of a room, but more of a compartment... a train compartment! It was obviously night, proven by the large window to Amy's left, outside of which the stars and deep, endless black sky were racing by.
Just then another thing occurred to her; to her right another girl about her age, had been leaning against the wall, sound asleep, swaying to the train's motion across the tracks, perfectly at peace. She was shorter than Amy, with short, curly, black hair and pale-ish features. Laura Greyson, your best friend since age eleven, recited a cool, metallic voice at the back of her head, like the one of the operator on a pre-recorded message. Amy looked around to see if there was someone else in the room. No one. But then where was the voice coming from and why was it there in the first place?
In the mean time, Amy was cautiously looking and down the sleeping figure, surveying her. Wait! Her eyes rested on the girl's interesting choice of clothing. She was wearing a black mini-skirt and a blouse with a tie under a black cloak... with a small red crest on it. Amy leaned in closer, trying not to wake her up. Amy let out a quiet gasp of surprise... scarlet and gold, with a small roaring lion and the word Gryffindor inscripted under it.
Which brought Amy's attention to another question: what was she wearing? The last she remembered, she'd been in her pajamas in her bedroom, but as she looked down at herself now, she was wearing the same thing as Laura (as she was presumably called). She stared at her badge, transfixed, trying to make head or tail of the situation. Wait a second, the beginning of the book's title... it said Harry Potter, right? So maybe she was- but that was absurd! Then again, thisis just a dream, Amy convinced herself. Yeah, sure, said a sarcastic voice in her head, prove it. Amy pinched herself hard, discovering that it hurt just as much as it would when she was awake. That's because youare awake! the voice replied, annoyed.
Deciding to put all her unanswered questions away for a few moments, Amy spotted the door leading out of the compartment, and went out into the long, thin corridor, peeking into the compartments on either side, hoping to see something, or someone familiar, no such luck. Although, every once in a while, the metallic voice would startle her and recite something like: Alan Stone, fifth year, Hullepuff, or Shana Miscorne, third year, Slytherin. By now it was becoming completely apparent that Amy was definitely in some kind of Harry Potter dream... or reality, as the voice in her head reminded her.
She was getting farther and farther down the hall, and then, just in front of her, the door to her right opened from the inside. Amy hid behind the door, pressing herself up against the wall. What if she'd get kicked off the train? She didn't know how she got there, and definitely wouldn't be able to explain it.
A boy, about her age, or maybe a little older, slid out of the compartment door and looked first to his left, and then to his right. Being in her position, Amy saw only the back of the boy's head, which was covered in slick, blond hair. The boy closed his door soundlessly and headed down the corridor, Amy, of course, following cautiously behind. He stopped about four feet away from a door labeled BOYS with a little picture of the usual bathroom man underneath. Nothing suspicious there, Amy guessed, and was about to make her exit, when she realized something; the boy was holding a wand. Now, Amy wondered, exactly why would someone be going to the bathroom with a wand? As far as she knew, nothing you could POSSIBLY do in there would require one of those. So she stayed behind, watching the boy intensely.
For a few minutes he did nothing, but just stood there, staring blankly at the door. But then, there was the sound of the sink and the unlocking of the door. The boy placed himself in the door frame, so that his unexpecting victim wouldn't be able to get out. Amy didn't like the looks of things, but decided to keep watching. The scene unfolded rather quickly in front of her eyes:
A figure that Amy couldn't see over the first boy's back emerged from the bathroom, the expecting boy standing in his way.
" Well, I see your posse isn't here to protect you now," sneered the first voice, the one of the blonde haired boy as far as Amy could tell.
" I see yours isn't either," the second voice said evenly, looking over the first boy's shoulder. Amy tried to hide, but wasn't quick enough. She saw the boy's eyes lock on hers and expand in surprise, which he quickly covered up by looking right back at the figure in front of him, but not before she could intake his features. On his head was a mop of unruly jet black hair, and deep green eyes behind glasses. Amy didn't even need to guess who this was.
"What makes you think you won't end up like last time?" he said, obviously amused, the tone of his voice obviously trying to set off his opponent. It worked.
"You come and you walk around like you own the show, and I'm going to show you just how wrong you are, Potter."
"Step off while you still have both legs, Malfoy," Harry said in the same tone. This proved Amy's suspicions correct; it was the old Potter-Malfoy argument that used have been amusing on paper,
but a lot more nerve racking in real life. She knew that Malfoy had his wand, but Harry had nothing against it. She also knew that Harry knew, and was just stalling for time, waiting for a miracle to happen. Plus, they were one on one, and Malfoy clearly had all the advantages.
But they're not one on one, she realized, I'm here too! On impulse, like she'd done it thousands of times before, Amy reached into her pocket, and grabbed out her very own wand. YES! thought Amy, now if I could just use it. Icneramei, the operator's voice said as smoothly as ever. But no sooner had she completed the thought, than a small, blue light began to come out of the end of her wand, slowly growing and growing, until it reached roughly the size of an inflated ball. Then, all of a sudden, it launched itself at Malfoy, who didn't even have enough time to turn around before the spell hit him squarely in between his shoulder blades and he crumpled onto the ground, unconscious.
For a few seconds, both Amy and Harry stared at Malfoy's limp body between them, Amy in shock, Harry obviously impressed, looking up first.
"That was some pretty advanced stuff," he said, apparently trying to make conversation.
Amy looked at him in pure puzzlement. "I didn't know I could do that," she wiped away a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Well, lots of us don't know what we can do until we're put under real pressure," he said," I thought I'd be dead for sure," he gave Amy a joking lop-sided grin, "now I'll have to start carrying Dark Detectors to the loo."
Amy smiled and raised her eyebrows, "Dung Detectors would work for him too," then realizing added, "I'm Amelia Clairtonare, by the way, but you'll wind up same as Malfoy if you call me that, so to you, I'm Amy."
"I'm Harry Potter," Harry introduced himself, waiting for the flick of the eyes to the scar, but it didn't come. Amy, like any faithful reader, knew too well that that was one thing Harry couldn't stand, and instead simply stated,
"Cool. So you're in what year, sixth?"
Harry, still obviously a bit surprised, answered automatically, "Yeah, you?"
The metallic voice kicked in again: sixth. "Sixth."
Harry looked puzzled, "I've never seen you before though." Oh no, Amy groaned, why did I say sixth, why? Because you are supposed to be in fifth, but you skipped a year, the voice recited.
"I...I skipped a year, I'm supposed to be in fifth," Amy replied, maybe a little too hastily.
"Oh," Harry said obviously believing her and giving the question no second thought. "So...," he trailed off and looking uncomfortably at the ground.
"So...," Amy encouraged, sensing whatever it was, Harry wasn't too comfortable on the subject.
"So… I'll see you around then," he said more to the floor than to Amy. The butterflies that had started flittering around in her chest suddenly dropped like stones to the bottom of her stomach; she had been sure Harry was about to say something else.
"Yeah- Yeah, you too," Amy said, stuffing the wand back into her robes. She gave him an awkward smile and almost tripped over Malfoy as she turned to go. Very nice, the sarcastic tone in her head remarked.
When she got back to her compartment, she collapsed onto the bench, fatigued like she hadn't expected, but still not able to sleep. She had gotten so into everything she hadn't even had time to be shocked. There were so many unanswered questions hovering around her head, each with no answer.
Was this a dream or some sort of twisted reality? And the voice; what exactly was it and why was it there? And to begin with, who was HMD that wanted her here, and why her?
She sank into a fitful type of half-sleep, constantly interposed by flying books and flashes of bright lights that erupted from them, swallowing her over and over again, sending her falling into a darkbeyond, where the disembodied metallic voice echoed in an acrid, heartless laugh.
Okay, I know the Hogwarts Train NEVER travels at night, but then, most of the stuff in the chapter couldn't happen. Oh, right, and I hope you've guessed it IS the Hogwarts Train, because I kinda didn't mention that. And the chapter came to an abrupt halt b/c i realized that i was DEEPLY out of things to say, since nothing else exciting really happens until Hogwarts.
The good news: I ran out of sugarless gum. The bad news: it seems like that hadn't been my problem; I'm pretty off my rocker as it is.
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