Okay. Here's my second chapter. If you read, please review it. Constructive criticism welcome.

"Maybe. But a lurch like that wouldn't make people disappear," said Hermione. Harry shook his head. "No way. It wouldn't. The question is though, where is everybody else and why are we the only ones left on this train?"

"Harry, if I knew the answer to that question we wouldn't be standing here talking about it, would we?" answered Ron sarcastically.

"Harry, Ron, don't start arguing. Can we just go back in there," she said, pointing into their compartment, "and try and decide what happened. Please." Harry shrugged, "Sure."

"Fine." Harry stepped inside with Ron and Hermione close behind. As soon as they were inside, Harry slammed the door shut. The eerie silence was starting to creep him out. Hermione sat down by the window, Harry next to her and Ron opposite. She picked up the strange book and opened it to the first page. The page which Harry had read from.

"Let's see what it says."

"Don't read it out loud. You don't know what might happen," said Harry, just as Hermione opened her mouth.

"Oh right," she replied sheepishly, "Sorry." Hermione looked down at the book and scanned the pages. She had barely got half way down the page when she huffed angrily.

"What?" asked Harry.

"This stupid book makes as much sense as that stupid spell. It's single words or combinations of words that don't make sense."

"Lemme see." Hermione handed the book over to Ron. "She's right. Whoever wrote this book is bloody stupid."

"Ron!" admonished Hermione.

"What?" he said innocently. Hermione glared at him. Ron grinned back and handed the book to Harry. He threw the book at the wall in frustration.

"Harry! Don't. We need that book. If you ruin it," she stopped mid- sentence, glaring at her friend.

"What does it matter? That book doesn't make sense. We messed up really badly. I don't know what happened but I know it was our fault." Ron and Hermione were silent, and then Ron said, "We may be responsible but until we know what we did, we can't fix it oh Merlin."

"What is it Ron?" asked Hermione quickly. Ron pointed at the window. Hermione and Harry's gazes followed his pointed finger. Hermione gasped. Harry just stared. Where once the fields were green and growing, was now black, burnt and dead. Where once trees stood tall and proud, there were charred stumps, the remains of trees. Everything looked dead. It was as if somebody had taken a huge match and just set fire to the open grassland, letting it burn and destroy.

"What happened out there?" asked Ron stupidly.

"I dunno, but I looks bad. Harry?"

"We didn't do that," stated Harry simply.

"How do you know?" asked Hermione.

"It looks as if it's been like that for ages."

"Yeah I suppose you're right. But still, how?" Neither of the two boys knew the answer to her question. The three friends just stood, staring, at the destruction. They could think of nothing to say. Nothing to justify what had happened.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were too preoccupied with the scenes outside, that they didn't hear their compartment door slide open. A heartbreakingly familiar voice said coldly, "Turn around and keep your hands where I can see them."