HERE'S CHAPTER 3 I ONLY OWN AMETHYST!

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CHAPTER 3: Hogwarts Express

Once Oliver and I got on the train we found a compartment. I set my back pack down before dropping into one of the seats, closing my eyes I could hear Oliver chuckling, before hearing him drop into the seat across from me.

"What?" I asked my eyes still closed.

"You'd think going into NEWT year we'd be scared." Oliver thought out loud "Are you scared?" He asked.

"Are you?" I countered cracking one eye open and looking at him.

"I asked you first." Oliver grinned leaning back in his seat.

I thought for a moment before responding "I'm just glad that once we graduate I don't have to go back to my aunt and uncles."

Oliver nodded, knowing where I was coming from.

"So been working on new Qudditch strategies?" I asked from years of knowing Oliver I know exactly how to change the subject.

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Several Qudditch filled hours later the conversion had slipped into a comfortable silence. I had my iPod touch on, Oliver had given it to me for my sixteenth birthday. I smiled as I watched Oliver sleep, clearly he'd gotten as much sleep as I had. It was pitch black outside, the lanterns in the train had come on over an hour ago. Oliver woke up as the train began to slow down.

"Whats goin' on?" He asked his voice laced with sleep.

"I don't know." I shrugged stuffing my iPod into my pocket and rubbing my arms vigorously.

"Cold?" Oliver yawned.

"Aren't you?" I asked leaning forward and snatching his hoodie off the seat beside him.

"No." Oliver shrugged.

I looked around, trying to figure out why I was suddenly freezing. Oliver and I both looked up as the lights began to flicker. He got up and stuck his head out the door, I stood up and peeked over his shoulder, there was at least one student looking out of each compartment. Suddenly all at once the train lurched throwing Oliver and I backwards onto the floor, and the lights went out for good.

"Oliver get off my leg!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry." I felt Oliver moved off me "Where's your hand?"

"Here." I put my hand out feeling the air for his hand.

I felt his warm finger tips touch my hand, instinctively I wrapped my fingers around his hand. It was then I realized that I was very cold! Oliver seemed to notice this too as he wrapped and arm around me pulling me against him.

"You okay?" He asked, I could tell by his voice that he was cold too.

"Y...Yea." My teeth chattered as I spoke.

Suddenly I felt very scared and vulnerable, not long after what looked like a rotting hand came into our compartment. Attached to the hand was a hooded figure. Even though it clearly didn't have eyes I could tell it was watching me, as if it was transfixed on only me. As the other looked towards Oliver I suddenly I felt like I'd been detached from my body. I felt an overwhelming protectiveness towards Oliver, and red hot anger and hatred towards the hood figures. The last thing I remember hearing and seeing was Oliver shouting my name, and a silvery white coyote before I passed out.

OKAY I KNOW THIS WAS A SUPER SHORT CHAPTER BUT I'VE HAD REALLY BAD WRITERS BLOCK! ANYWAY I WILL TRY AND WORK ON THE FOURTH CHAPER.

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