C R Y S T A L ' S P O V
It became cold, I felt sad and gloomy.
The window was freezing up, and I started shivering as chills went through my body.
The lights went out and we were left in the dark, the train coming to a sudden halt.
"Don't kick me you git!" I heard a familiar voice enter the carriage.
"S-Sorry." Another said.
"Ginny? Neville?" Ron asked.
"Ron?" Ginny enquired.
"Wait. What're those things?"
"What things?"
"Them!"
Dark, hooded creatures approached the compartment.
One came after me and the other went after Harry.
I heard a man's scream before the man sitting in the corner produced a light from his wand.
The creatures went away but Harry and I hit the ground with a thump, unconscious.
"Crystal, Christella?" Hermione kept calling my name while Ron was calling Harry's.
I slowly sat up.
"Remus?" I now recognised the man.
He ruffled my hair and helped me up. I giggled before sitting back up on the seat beside Ron.
"What were they?" Harry asked.
"Dememtors. One of the guards of Azkaban. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go have a little word with the driver." Remus said.
Remus handed a piece of chocolate to Harry and I. "Chocolate always helps." He said.
"You alright Chrissy?" Harry asked.
I nodded and took his arm.
As I stood up, I was unsteady on my feet.
I fell backwards but Ron caught me.
"Thanks." I smiled.
I went over to Harry and laid my head on his lap, laying my legs against the other empty seats.
"Am I a couch?" Harry asked, holding back laughter.
"Yup." I said, popping the p.
"My head hurts. That's why I'm laying on you." I frowned.
Harry ran his fingers through my hair, causing my headache to slowly go away.
After the sorting, and Dumbledore explaining why there were dememtors on school grounds, we were allowed to eat.
I rested my head in my hand and Hermione nudged me.
"Crystal." She said warningly.
I looked over at Remus, or should I say, Professor Lupin, and he also shot me a warning glance.
"I'm not hungry." I groaned.
"Don't make me shove food in your mouth." Ginny laughed.
I had a few bites of pie before pushing my plate away.
"Oh for goodness sake Christella!" Hermione pushed the plate back at me.
I pushed it back and her and we were soon in a pushing-the-plate competition.
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