𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱

six ~ pretty dark crap

      I plastered on a smile and stated, "Cassidy Winters"

      However, the moment he opened his mouth to speak, I couldn't not quote him. 

     "This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," We say in synchronization. 

     Laughing at how perfectly it worked out, I saw the Golden Trio looking at me with smiles on their faces. 

     He just sneers at me and demands, "Who's that?"

     "New Professor," Harry responds. Draco's eyes narrowed and he walked away from the compartment. 

     He knew not to try and do anything with Lupin around. I couldn't help but think, "wAiT tiLl mY fAtHeR hEarS aBouT tHiS!" every time I looked at him.

     We all burst out laughing once the doors close, almost unable to stop. Ron was laughing the hardest and Hermione was in a fit of giggles. 

     Harry was busy muttering to me that I am putting my third eye to good use. I couldn't help but laugh even more.

     "How the bloody hell did you know what he would say," Ron sputters out with his laughs.

     "As I said, Ron. I just know things," I chuckle. 

     But the cheerful mood dies as I notice the light flicker and the train begin to slow down. We all frown.

     Memories of the dementor attack flood my brain and I start to panic. 

     "Harry," I call out while standing up slowly, "Harry, go sit next to the window." 

     The train came to a halt. When he doesn't move I speak louder, "Harry, go!" 

     He gets up quickly and I pull out my wand for safety measures, despite the fact I have never used it before. 

     The compartment is dark and we all stand in silence for a moment. 

     "Cassidy-"

     "Wait, shh!" Hermione whispers back to Harry. 

     We all listen and hear footsteps outside the compartment. The door swings open with Neville and Ginny tumbling in. 

     Helping them get up, I tell them to sit down on the bench next to Lupin leaving me to stand in the middle of the compartment facing the doors.

     "What's going on?" Neville asks. 

     "Sid, what's happening?" Ron whimpers.

      It starts getting colder and colder. The window begins to develop frost and I look over at everyone in the compartment. 

     "So, we should always remain calm in situations that provoke panic," I whisper, hearing the tremble in my own voice. 

     I take a deep breath before explaining to the group what was about to happen. 

     "Okay, this is going to sound crazy but-"

     "Nothing good ever comes after that-" Ron whined. 

     "There is a Dementor on the trolley and they are looking for Sirius Black," I finish, ignoring Ron's interruption. 

     As they all freeze at my words, I realize that wasn't the only reason why they were freezing. Following their gazes, I see that there is a shadow visible through the doors of the compartment. 

     The door rattles and begins to open slowly undoing the one layer of safety I had going for me. In comes a tall cloaked figure. Dementor.

     "We don't have him. He isn't here," I tell the creature, hoping in some possible way it will understand me.