She's A Grindelwald ~ I | d.m.

1. Trains, Huh

The station filled with the smoke of the train and they started their journeys once again.

As she looked out the window, she could see the outskirts of the land but she could also see the lilac eyes that stared back at her.

As she sat in her compartment surrounded by her friends, she began to drift off only listening to the conversations around her.

"What do you reckon we should do when we get there?" rang the voice of Blaise Zabini.

"Who knows," a voice all too familiar, a voice that belonged to Draco Malfoy, "fancy messing with Potter?"

The sound of snickers filled the compartment as they began to speak of all the things they would do upon arrival.

The conversation started to build up until, "SHHH!!!"

Blaise's voice quiets the atmosphere, "You lot are going to wake up Scar, I reckon you best keep it down before she hexes you all!"

Blaise wasn't wrong when he said she would hex them all. Scarlett Duval became a feared Slytherin, which was impressive only being a third-year student. At his mention of her name, the group fell quiet and they began to leave one by one to change into their school robes.

At the sound of movement, Scarlett leaped forward wand in hand and everyone froze at the sight of her alertness. Once she became aware of her surroundings she relaxed as well as the rest of her friends.

They may have been her friends but they still knew that she could be scary and they knew not to mess with her. Although some learned later than others.

As they resumed what they were doing Scarlett had also begun to get ready to leave so she could change. Upon leaving the restrooms after changing she felt a presence as she started to cut through the Gryffindor section. This presence was one she had felt before, one that made her relax.

She took a moment and looked around and saw that everything had grown dark and that everyone looked terrified or as if their joy had disappeared.

When she turned to return to the compartment she saw what the problem was. A dementor. What she didn't know was why she felt so calm.

As she was trying to figure out the problem her legs took her towards the dementor, she kept walking until she came to a halt. Right in front of the dementor that had seemed to have taken a liking to Harry Potter's compartment.

"What are you doing here? Don't you realize that you aren't supposed to be here?" She asked the dementor as if it were another person she was talking to.

"Trains, huh? Anyways, you shouldn't be here. So. Leave. Now. Before I make you."

With a glint in her eye, the dementor backed away. The words that were spoken from her mouth were with the utmost venom. And without even having to reach for her wand, the dementor disappeared with a flash but not before the waves of light hit Harry in the process.

"Harry." "Wake up. Please, Harry!"
"Is he okay?" "Shhh! He's waking up"

As he began to open his eyes the only one's reflecting back at him were lilac eyes. He sat up and tried to make sense of the situation, as his friends surrounded him and tried to help. Scarlett began to reach her hand out to help but hesitated.

Is he going to be okay? NO- wait I don't care not after first year. Shouldn't I at least ask...?

Scar's POV ~

"Harry, are you alright?" I asked him and reached out, but his face contorted when he recognized me.

"I'm fine! I don't need help from you!" he spat and with that, I stood up. I stood and turned, I never looked back and I walked to my compartment ignoring the stares I was getting from the surrounding students.

I reached my compartment and sat down beside Draco muttering under my breath, "Last time I help Saint Potter! I can't believe him."

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Draco was just as concerned as the rest of the group was seeing as her eyes became a shade of red they had never seen before. They didn't mention it but Draco grew worried, "Scarlett. Are you okay?"
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I snapped my head but then realized they were my friends, "I'm fine! But it's the last time I will ever help Potter again! He doesn't deserve my help." Draco smirked at me being mad at Potter seeing as Draco knew of first-year events.

Potter used me for my power and knowledge to help retrieve the Sorcerer's Stone but then accused me of betrayal. Turned against me even more last year and accused me of being the Slytherin Heir.

Thinking back to those memories, I scoffed, "Saint Potter, how stupid can he be? What do you reckon he'll try to do this year?"

Draco turned to Blaise who smirked, "Reckon he'll run after Sirius Black." The compartment broke into laughter and we awaited our arrival.