ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ nevermore [Draco Malfoy]

05

What plausible reason could a wanted mass murderer have for boarding a train going to Hogwarts, of all places? A place full of witches and wizards. Not only that, but there were respected witches and wizards at Hogwarts who taught there and knew their craft....With the exception of last year, the teachers were good.

Maybe it wasn't the school, but the village. The train stopped there. Or something in the area. After all, Black was a student there. Who knows?

People did the craziest things that were perfectly normal and rational in their eyes and minds. So, if it was true, which was another thing, what Sirius Black was doing was not crazy in his eyes. He just had to wait and see.

"Is the window leaking?" a barely recognizable cloud of breath came out of Adrian's mouth and Leonor abruptly looked from the shelf with her suitcases to the glass in the door, "What's going on?"

"Dementors," the brunette replied weakly, waiting for that old familiar feeling of tension, "the window isn't leaking. They're here. Here on the train."

"I guess you really don't forget an encounter with them," Marcus puffed, following Leonor's gaze to the door, "is there anything we should know, Crouch?"

"Not that I know of. My father doesn't tell me anything. Plenty of others do," Leonor stared at the glass; waited for it to freeze and, after a sip, looked at Marcus as the crystal image formed, "Maybe it'll be quick.

At Marcus' 'maybe', which meant he hardly believed it, it wasn't two minutes before something black could be seen wafting down the corridor. The Dementors. Their compartment door slid open in slow motion, a bony hand rested on the headrest of the empty seat next to Leonor, and the hooded figure gradually hovered within an inch or two. Even though the hood didn't move much, the three of them knew that the Keeper of Azkaban was looking at them.

Yes, no one ever forgets that feeling.