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Chapter 2: Dementor
Juniper felt herself fall flat on her face. She lay there for a few seconds, allowing her head to stop spinning. Quickly she got up and fixed her ponytail, feeling a little embarrassed. She was in what looked like an empty, rumbling train compartment. Hills and pastures sped by her through a rain-spattered window. Was she on the Hogwarts Express? It had to be. Juniper looked down to her relief to see her backpack and some of her books spread out on the floor. She quickly picked them up and found the book her wand had been so hastily jammed into. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, read the title. A rush of excitement swept over her. She really was in the books! Or she was dreaming. But this was all too real. She didn't know how or why, but she was inside them. And it appeared she could jump from book to book, she must have been somewhere in the beginning. Juniper didn't know why or how this was possible either but it was. If this was a dream, she didn't want it to end. Juniper quickly stuck her head out of the compartment and glanced into the next one. There was Harry, Ron, a bushy haired girl, who must have been Hermione and another guy with a traveling coat that blocked his face, who was apparently a sleep. The three of them were talking. Suddenly Harry looked up and caught Junipers' eye. He stared straight at her. Juniper quickly ducked away, fear replacing excitement. Maybe being apart of the story was more of a curse then a blessing. Biting her nails she wondered if he recognized her, was it all right if they saw her walking around? Something in her head said, Of course not, after Harry and Ron saw you in the backseat of the flying car, he'd be bound to question you, and then he might find out that your a muggle trapped in a book with his name written all over it. Then what? She really hoped that didn't happen. The prospect of being inside a Harry Potter book didn't seem so appealing anymore. She needed to think this through. What if she transferred herself again this time into the first book? Therefore Harry wouldn't know who she was because it would be before the flying car. Quickly, Juniper shoved the third Harry Potter book away and took out the first book and readied her wand-thing. A second later she found herself flying across the compartment. The train was giving off a screeching sound as it came to a sudden halt. Cursing she came to her feet. What was going on?
The lights went dark. For a minute all she saw was pitch black. Then her eyes began to adjust, allowing her to see shapes. Juniper stood there, frozen. There was something in the air. The temperature seemed to have dropped several degrees. The rain outside started to come down harder.
There was the sound of rattling breathing coming up the hallway. The world seemed to freeze in time. Big, dark shapes were gliding past the door. Juniper took a few deep breaths, something told her she could easily guess what these things where, but she approached the compartment door anyway. With clammy hands she slowly slid the door open.
There in the hallway where large cloaked figures with their hoods drawn over. They where in a line, apparently looking into the compartment next to her. The one Harry was in.
"Dementors," she whispered. The Dementor closest to her turned its hooded head to her. Where its' face should have been, there was a black hole. That dark absence seemed to distil something inside her, causing her to feel num and her thoughts to cloud. The Dementor filled the doorway, advancing on her. It gave one last rattling breath and extended a gray, bony, hand that looked like death toward her. Juniper backed away until she felt her back hit the window, What now? What now? But her brain wasn't able to work properly. Not seeing a way out, fearful tears began to well up in her eyes. Blurring her vision, as hope seemed to disappear from her distraught mind. This was the sorrow that accompanied all Dementors, it's what made them so powerful. Sinking to the ground, desperately trying to blink away the tears, Juniper, in a last attempt, remembering the spell Harry had learned in the third book, pointed her wand at the approaching Dementor. She shouted in a shaky voice,
"Expecto Patronus!" Nothing. Juniper thought with despair what had she done wrong. "Expecto Patroni! Expecto Patronum!" she shouted as loud as possible, trying desperately to think of the happiest thing ever to happen to her and trying to remember how to say the spell. But happy thoughts didn't come at a time like this. The Dementor, now directly over her reached out its' hand again, but this time for the Harry Potter book she was still grasping. It's the book it wants. Juniper thought. In a sudden burst of determination, Juniper wiped the water out of her eyes and opened the book. She touched the tip of her wand to the page and the bleak world began to spin. But as it did, she saw the dementor's slimy hand grab the spine of the book.
A/N: If you're sitting on the edge of your seat, you might want to move back because you could fall off. Okay, I know your not… but it's a good thing to know when there's suspense.