THE SUPREME {D.M}

CHAPTER 26

My eyes flickered open to a jolt as the train drew to a halt. Rubbing my eye's I peered out the window at the old rundown station, the rain poured down from the sky making the station and the woods surrounding it look dark and gloomy.

"I believe your Aunt is waiting for you in the station." Professor Snape said as he handed me my trunk. Taking in a deep breath I began to make my way out of the carriage compartment but something stopped me, slowly I turned around to look at Professor Snape.

"How did you know about my necklace?" I asked curiously as he sat there flicking through the Daily Prophet. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

"S.S" He replied bluntly, for a second I looked at him confused but gradually it clicked. My mind drifted back to Christmas Day, to the mysterious letter I had received with the necklace. At the bottom, the initials 'S.S' were scrawled on the piece of parchment. Professor Snape gave it to me. I looked back at up at him, a small smile on my face.

"Well... Goodbye, then Professor." I said, he looked up at me and managed a small smile as I made my way off the train and onto the station platform. The rain ran through my chestnut hair darkening it in colour as I watched the Hogwarts Express pull away from the station back to Hogwarts. I stood there until the train disappeared into the foggy woods.

"Roseabell?" I heard a soft voice call from behind me. Slowly I turned around to see my Aunt standing there wearing a long black coat with her dark brown wet hair stuck to her forehead. She beamed at me as she ran over and hugged me tightly, her warmth and familiar sent engulfed me as I hugged her back.

"I'm so glad you're okay... God, you've grown!" She said as she held my face in her hands brushing strands of hair out of my face.

"Come on let's go home." She said as she took my hand and led me into the station. A grandfather clock ticked in the empty room, while the old station master dozed off in the ticket box. My Aunt led me over to the old sooty fireplace in the middle of the wall, she took a handful of the floo powder and ushered me into the fireplace.

"Now we can't use the floo network to get to the house anymore for safety reasons okay? So we're going to have to go to the nearest place alright?" She said before throwing the powder on the floor.

"The Glenelg Inn!"

We were engulfed in green flames before we emerged in an old pub full of witches and wizards. Their heads turned to look at us as we struggled to move my large trunk.

"Ahhh Miss Ravenwood back so soon? Where've you been?" One of the wizards asked me as me and my Aunt gradually weaved our way through the people and to the door. I felt as though I couldn't breathe as I pushed my way through the drunken people, the strong scent of firewhisky filled the air. Eventually, we made it outside and I breathed in the familiar salty sea air. Immediately all my nerves were calmed, I opened my eyes and looked out across the open water at the jagged mountains on the island opposite. Birds swooped down from the sky and dipped their beaks into the water as they hunted for fish.

"Come on you must be tired." My Aunt said as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder.

We began to walk up the hill that led to the woods where our little cottage was. There was no path through the woods to the cottage and only now did it make sense to me. There was no path so no one could find us. The bare branches of the trees swayed and scraped against each other as the breeze weaved its way through the trees and my wet hair. I followed my Aunt through the woods, as she ran her fingers over the trunks of certain trees. As I looked closer at the trunks I realised that there were little carvings in the trunks, I gathered that these allowed us to find the cottage.