#2 female teacher are no use when a handsome male steps into the room

Rose pov

James rushed past me waving his scrawny arms about and screaming about the safety of Slytherin's arm's breaking me out of my pity party. Merlin, sometimes I really do hate that git. On the bright side it got me looking for Freya again and this time I really did have a reason. I finally found her snuggled up to a boy who a vaguely remembered as being in Ravenclaw.

"Thank you Merlin." I yelled relieved as I dragged her out of the boys arms and pulled her to a empty corner a couple of train cars down and started my account from the beginning.

"You dragged my out of Bobby's arms to tell my about how Scorpius is hot? Like I didn't know it already." Freya sighed annoyed.

"No I- god is that Bobby as in Bobby Nome, his filled out a lot hasn't he?" I answered taking the most interesting point from her reply annoying her.

"Back to the point that has nothing to do with MY Bobby's physique." Freya said arching her eyebrow and accompanying it with an unapprovingly look. Freya can get a little um well lets just say protective when other females talk/comment/look at her present boyfriend.

"Ah yeah, and the reason I dragged you from Bobby's arms is that I realised that Scorpius Malfoy is hot." She smirked at me.

"but still a prick just for classification." I replied quickly before she say a stupid witty comment that would be embarrassing and highly incorrect.

"Right" she said nodding her head. She got up and started walking away.

"Where are you going." I yelled standing up myself.

"Back to Bobby's prefect arms." She answered snappish leaving me alone with everyone in the close vicinity staring at me. I quickly blushed and ran away before things could get any worse. I tripped and fell flat on my face again when the train came to a shuddering halt. As if by magic (which was highly likely) Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy appeared staring down at me.

"You really are tripping over your feet to please me aren't you." I stuttered and blushed trying to get a coherent thought out until he pulled me up when I managed to gain a little bit of my composure back.

"Malfoy I actually tripped because of the train stopping not because of you." He winked at me.

"Of course you did."

"It's true, I didn't even know you were near me." He winked again.

"Of course you didn't."

"You realise that your just so- so- so." I retorted poorly.

"Handsome." He replied running a hand through his insufferable blond locks.

"Prattish." I finished.

"I would have gone with handsome." I slapped him before heading to the teachers lounge to find out what was happening with this bloody train. In front of the teacher compartment was a massive line of hysterical students. I pushed my way through feeling bad for flashing my badge when ever someone didn't wish to move. I knocked on teacher's compartments door two times before the door opened to Professor Argentual.

"My dear rose, daughter of two of the chosen ones come in come in come in." She whispered dropping her voice at the end and pulling me inside the dimmed room that is-was-may be the teacher's compartment.

I started coughing as she pulled me in a iron grip through the heavy cloud of smoke that was coming from the teachers at poker tables. I looked up at the ceiling but I couldn't see one just endless black . I passed Albus Dumbledore portrait and even he was smoking I saw his normal bright eyes just under lowered eyelids.

"Professor why is everyone smoking apart from you." I asked scared I hadn't seen any professor at Hogwarts smoke once. What had happened? Or was this normal which was almost a scarier alternative?

"The unchosen one has come, daughter of two. He has come with an army. An army why you ask daughter of two because he needs it. Yes indeed no one should need one but he does because he is he and that is of him you see child. No not child daughter of two two two two." She rambled on like this a she navigated the way between endless row of poker tables. Occasionally I would see a teacher I knew whenever I tried to go to them Professor Argentual would pull me back on course with a strength that was surprising for someone of her slight build. Slowly I could feel all the fumes from the smokers creeping into my lungs and making me dizzy. I got my wand out and whispered a spell I had learnt from Uncle Harry. It makes a bubble of fresh air wrap around your head for a hour. He makes everyone he can learn this spell as he still has nightmares of his time underneath the lake and especially the bit when he was choking on water as his gills disappeared. Finally the Professor let go of my wrist I rubbed the red mark that she had left from were she had been holding to tightly. I gently rubbed my wrist trying to get the blood to circulating again.

I spurn around when someone tapped my shoulder and turned into a massive man. I mean massive I'm not short being 5.9 feet in height but this guy made me feel like an ant. The massive man stepped away to show a slim, tall guy leaning against one of the empty tables. There was something about him that made me shiver. The lights started flickering around me only adding to the oppressing feeling.

"Hello Rose, I heard that you were wondering about the train stopping before Hogsmeade." His voice was to smooth to true; goose bumps raised on my arms.

"Well I'm going to tell something that may be a little disconcerting. The train is not going to be moving ever again. Not that it has long left any way the bridge is due to give out in." He brought his arm up to look at his watch.

"15 minutes. You have 15 minutes to get everyone of the train or the go crashing with the train to the bottom of the river." The goon who I had bumped into before clamped his hand onto the smooth man's shoulder and they promptly disappeared with all the occupants in this room. Apart from me. In desperation I ran back in the direction I had come from stopping on the way to collect Albus Dumbledore's portrait.

"Rose" He yelled in his purposeful voice as a swang him back and forth as I sprinted to the door.

"ROSE WEASLEY." He tried again but I didn't have enough breath the answer the walls were pressing

Thanks so much for Diane Potter and Mrs. Grint-Cozart-Felton-Horan for reviewing also thank you for bothering to read up to this point. I will update as soon as possible.