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Chapter Three – Hermione's POV
Harry and Ron where laughing as we boarded the train- probably over another sick jock from Fred and George's shop. I groaned, and ignored them as efficiently as I could. Those two could be so LOUD!
It was our Seventh year here at Hogwarts. Things had settled down after our disastrous Fifth year, and our Sixth was exactly what we had needed- a normal year. I recounted the events that had happened in our climactic battle over the "Prophecy." One wizard was NOT sent to Azkaban- Antonin Dolohov. There were rumors that he was going on a rampage along with others of the Dark lord's followers- On You-Know-Who's orders, of course.
I settled into a seat as Harry and Ron continued their Insistent chatter. I turned my gaze from them and made contact with a boy, across the train. He was alone, in an empty compartment. The first thing that I noticed was his butterscotch eyes, and the amazing amount of pain held in them. And then his beauty hit me. He handsome, with a porcelain face- thought strangely rugged. His hair was longer, almost brushing his shoulder. It was blonde, with shades of brown running through it.
His expression twisted into one of confusion, and then comprehension. His expression misted over, and his eyes went at least five shades darker, near black. The compartment door crashed closed. A second later, Luna appeared around the corner, smiling a far-gone smile.
"The other compartments are full- my I sit here?" Luna inquired politely, and I motioned to the seat across from me, beside Ron. As Luna sat, I chanced a glance to the closed compartment. It was silent, except for a few stray growls. Had someone bought a dog, instead of a cat?
"Luna, do you know who that boy is? I've never seen him before, and he's at least our age, maybe older." I asked her in muted whispers, waving my hand to the closed compartment across from us. Luna gazed at the closed door a second, as if trying to see through the dark glass and wood.
"No…there shouldn't be any new seventh years, we are way too far into our education for him to just pick up here." Luna murmured, more to herself than me. She fell silent, lost in her own speculation. I returned to my own thoughts. His eyes had changed color, without any obvious incantation… I had read about this before, in a book… Magical creatures and where to find them…That cant be right. He's human…isn't he?
Jasper's POV
My mind was in a jumble- Not it's usual occupation. I found myself concentrating on the floor, trying to forget the scent that very nearly drove me to the edge. How could someone's blood smell so amazingly appetizing? And the girl who's blood is the most attractive of siren calls…she was sitting only a few feet from me. I ground my pointed teeth together, anchoring myself to my seat.
I will no kill the girl.
I will not kill the girl.
I will not kill the girl.
The mantra in side of my head was persistent, but not nearly enough to keep me from killing her for the blood that drove me mad with thirst. I growled against the monster at the back of my mind, threatening to break loose and wipe out the entire train. Carlisle will have to hear of this- I'll go home, and keep away. For now, I would have to endure the agonizingly long train ride.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?"
I ripped the door open, and let loose with a guttural snarl. The squat lady squealed, shrinking away. Not in the mood for petty human behavior, I turned and slammed the door shut. I don't think that the trolley lady sold anything else that day, as she turned the trolley around and headed write beck to the front of the train. I highly doubt that she'll want to go anywhere near my compartment for the rest of the train ride.
With A sigh, I settled into my seat, still fairly tense.
I would not be going near my la tua contante anytime soon.
A/N Here's Chapter three. Sorry for the long pause in between updates!!