PETRIFIED (IT 2017/ Harry Potter Crossover)

Chapter 9

(I tried putting this picture at the part of Divination class but it was being stupid. So here it is, Ruby's tea leaves. I tried to draw a pic that will kinda show what her cup looks like. Not the best but you get the idea lol)

Ruby's POV (as per usual lol)

Sometime during my shutdown and me staring out the window, the train began moving and it got darker outside. I was sitting on the seat in a curled up position. Knees up to chest, staring out the window. I think I heard someone saying my name at some point, but it was like I was in a trance.

I snap out of it when I hear a loud SNAP noise. I look over and see Lupin breaking a piece of chocolate off the bar in his hands. Now that I'm not out of it, I notice Harry has woken from the unconscious state he was in. Lupin holds out two pieces to Harry and I. I look at him in confusion.

"Chocolate. Eat. It'll help." Lupin tells us. I grab one and Harry grabs another. I don't even bother eating it. Feeling nauseous and afraid I will puke up anything I eat.

"What was that-that thing?" Harry asks. He was pale and slightly sweaty. I'm not better. The sweat on my forehead is making some of my hair stick to my face. Plus, I'm sure the dried tear stains and bruised eye make me look even more of a mess.

"A Dementor. One of the guards of Azkaban. It's gone now." Lupin states. Jesus, I would want to escape too if I had to deal with those things daily. Hell no. I notice Harry frowning in confusion. I go to tell him who the Dementors where searching for, but Hermione beats me to it. "It was searching the train, Harry. For Sirius Black." Hermione says.

"I need to have a word with the driver. Excuse me." Lupin says before pointing to the chocolate in my and Harry's hands, "Eat. It'll help." He says then turning around and leaving the compartment. Harry turns to us. "What happened to me?" He asks. "Well, you sort of went...rigid. We thought you were having a fit or something." Ron says.

"And did either of you? You know...pass out?" Harry asks. Hermione and Ron look at me and Ron answers. "No. I felt...weird. Like I'd never be cheerful again. But Ruby had some sort of reaction. Like she was in a trance." Ron says. Harry turns to me and I just look out the window, biting a small piece of my chocolate. I didn't want do talk about it.

He gets the message and turns to Hermione. "I was trembling. Cold. But then... Professor Lupin made it go away..." She says. "But someone was screaming. A woman." He says. I look over and Hermione, Ron, and I share a look. "No one was screaming, Harry." Hermione says. Harry looks at me and I shake my head. I know I was out if it but I definitely did not scream. Cry? Yes. But scream? Nope.

Time Skip ✌😋

It was pouring outside as we all sit in the Great Hall. Me wearing my hair down over my eye and neck to avoid more questions about my bruises. There was choir singing to the strains of a harpsichord along with toads. One of the toads being Trevor, which has Neville looking on with pride.

At the high table, Lupin sits with Snape, McGonagall, Hagrid, and Dumbledore. Filch is standing grimly to the side as a red-eyed Mrs. Norris swishes her tail back and fourth. The choir's song ends and Dumbledore rises, beaming over the sea of students.

"Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say, before we become befuddled by our excellent feast. I myself am particularly looking forward to the flaming kiwi cups, which, while somewhat treacherous for those of us with facial hair..." Dumbledore rambles. And I can't help but smile and snicker a little. This man is something else.

McGonagall clears her throat, basically tell Dumbledore to get back on track. Which he does. "Mm. Yes. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Good luck to you, Professor." Dumbledore says. There was a scattered applause, Harry, Ron, Hermione and I clapping loudly. Snape looks about ready to murder Lupin. More murderous than usual. I wonder what's wrong with him.