So do you gys like it so far? Thanks for the couple of replies I have gotten. It's gonna get better, though, I promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd live in Scotland and be richer than the Queen of England. But I'm not. That's J. K. Rowling.
Chapter 3:
Not long after, the train began to slow down. I looked out of the window, and became confused. I didn't see a school anywhere! And suddenly it got cold. Very cold.
Someone was getting on the train, I could feel it. Patience looked at me, wide-eyed, and I stared back. Patience's skin was paler than usual, making it white as snow. It was actually quite frightening.
But not as frightening as what was approaching.
I heard movement along the corridor, and just outside our door, a shadow stopped. My heart was beating rapidly, unsure of what was going on. The thing started to open the door.
I heard Patience scream.
It was a dementor, one of those horrible things I'd heard my father talking about. But just as soon as I thought about that, I started seeing things. But not what I was used to seeing, no, I was seeing my own past. I saw myself hugging Patience as my father towered over us, his wand out.
"No, no..." I moaned. But as soon as the memory had come, it went. I was back in the train, breathing heavily, and the dementor was gone. I looked over at Patience and screamed she was collapsed in her seat, unconscious. I stood up and shook her, but she wouldn't' wake up.
I dashed out into the hallway, and called for help. I looked to my right and saw an adult wizard coming toward me.
"Please! Help! MY sister, she's..." I said. But before I could finish my sentence the man was entering the compartment.
"What's her name?" he asked me. I noticed he looked rather shabby, but at the moment I didn't care.
"Pa - I mean, Adrienne," I said.
"And yours?" he asked.
"Paris. Paris Black."
Something flickered in the man's eyes, but he was soon paying attention to Patience again.
"Adrienne, wake up," he said, prodding her. That didn't work. "Enervate," the man said.
My sister's eyes fluttered open, and when she saw me, she grasped me and began crying into my shoulder.
"It's okay," I said, rubbing her back. I still avoided saying her name. Once she and cried herself out, she sat up and cleared her eyes.
"Th-thank you," she said to the man.
"You're welcome," he said. "Here, have some chocolate, trust me, it will help."
Patience took the chocolate gratefully and ate it. A little color flushed back into her face.
"You are sisters, correct?" the man asked me, handing me chocolate.
"Yes, twins," I said. I ate the chocolate and then asked him, "What is your name?"
"I am Remus Lupin, I am your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he said.
"Thanks, Professor Lupin," I said.
"I need to go talk to the conductor. I'll see you at school," he said, smiling at me. I smiled back and he left Patience and I alone.
"What happened, Pat?" I asked. She looked at me and shuddered.
"It made me see all the worst memories I'd ever Seen before, even if they weren't mine," she replied. I felt my face soften in sympathy.
"What did you see?" she asked.
"One of Dad's tempers," I said, noncommittally. I had to be brave for her. She smiled.
"I sure hope Hogwarts is better than this, Perry," she sighed, relaxing in her seat.
I looked out the window again.
"Me too, Pat. Me too."