This story includes different short stories, most 1-5 pages. Different Ships, Different incidents. Friends to Lovers. Enemies to Lovers. Strangers to Lovers. You name it. Sometimes you are in there too.
I took my trunk in my hands and ran into the wall between Platform 9 and Platform 10. The wall let me through. I was standing in at the Platform 9¾. I used to love coming here. Every year despite every struggle in my life, coming back here makes me feel at ease. Or it used to many years ago.
Now I am here all I feel is void. Enormous void building up inside me; consuming me. I automatically looked for some familiar faces, which I knew I would never find. Ever again. There isn't any point in I looking around. I hate the Platform 9¾ now. May be I had a least bit of hope that coming here might make me feel better. But, it did the exact opposite.
I dragged my trunk into the red train. Hogwarts Express. The train that left Platform 9¾ without fail every 1 September at 11 o'clock in the morning, arriving at Hogsmeade station in the early evening. I glanced at my wrist. I was 25 minutes early. I decided to walk further into the train to settle down in a compartment.
Before I knew it, I was standing in front of a compartment. My legs automatically brought me here. May be my past young self is yearning to be here. I thought as I put the trunk above and settled down by the window seat.
As I am sitting here, in this empty compartment. Painful nostalgic memories flooded into my mind. My best friends, James, Sirius and Peter. This is my first time sitting in this compartment without them. We did everything together. Others used to call is pranksters, trouble makers, little shits, the list could go on and on. But, we preferred being called The Marauders.
I used to be irritated about how noisy James and Sirius were being the entire ride back to Hogwarts. But now this silence is louder than anything I have ever felt in my life. I just want it to go away. Those were supposed to be happy memories but now they only give me pain and agony. I pressed my forehead against the window and clasped my eyelids shut. I don't want this.
Freezing cold hit my skin. I opened one of my eyes. Am I dreaming? I felt ecstatic from a sight I saw for a split second. James? I opened my eyes fully to see a boy, who isn't James. His eyes were green , black messy hair, glasses. I knew exactly who he was. Harry. Harry Potter. My best friends' son.
Before I could say anything to him, a tall black hooded figure emerged. I know what it is. It started to suck the happiness from the boy. I drew out my wand, I filled my mind with how I felt just a few minutes ago, mistaking this boy for James, thinking that he was back. Thinking about seeing James one more time. I cast the spell. Silvery white light streamed from tip of my wand, chasing away the foul creature.
The boy fell onto the ground. He had passed out. The dementors affected him very badly. I looked at the other children they were all shaking. They looked pale and scared. I lifted Harry up from the floor and gently put him on the seat. A red haired girl was curled up in a ball, shivering. I took out some chocolate and gave it to her. " It will help you" . And offered others some too.
" Thank you, Professor Lupin" a bushy haired girl said in a trembling voice.
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My inspiration for today's episode was from this post. I don't know who originally posted it, but thank you.
