The train lurches to a halt. You were thrown forward and Harry caught you gently. A strange tingly feeling swept over you. He helped you to your feet. You could barely see Ron holding on to Hermoine tightly and you couldn't help but sigh. It was obvious he was in love with her. Harry clutched his forehead. "Ahhhhh"
"Harry" You gasp and stand beside him. You use a pain numbing charm and his head hurts less. Erie green light is pouring through the train.
A bout of shrill cackiling high-pitched laughter echoed until it was drowned out by an enourmus rumble of thunder. You reached into your robes and pulled out your wand. Your muscles started to twitch as your body sensed the incredible danger. You wanted to change. The doors to the compartment burst open.
"Ahhh, dear, sweet Riley. We meet again," Harry took a step toward you and seemed to be defending you. "Oh, how sweet. Potter is trying to save you. You have to come with me. Your father sold you to me. You are nothing more than my slave, little one" His hand slithered to your face and slid down it. He brought his face close to yours and the memory of that night long ago came to mind. You felt his icy breath on your lips. You yanked your head away before he could do it again. "Feistey one, still, aren't you. Tried to disipline you didn't I. Ohhh, yes. Tempered one you are. Perhaps you need reminding" He said as his icy hand caressed your face. He backed you off of the train. You lept down and he followed you. Your body shook as you shrank and white fur curled over you. A blinding purple flash came from your eyes. You were done. Hermoine gasped. Ron suppressed a startled yelp. Harry stared openly. You lept at Voldemort. He kicked you. You howled in pain. You staggered back to him, and with your remaining strength, struck him with your sharp claws across the face. Blood poured out of the wound as a purple shimmer ebbed over you, returning you to a human form. " Until we meet again" He vanished. You collapsed into the mud. A huge bruise was forming on your stomach. A lump formed on your head. You looked at the blood on your fingertips. You felt yourself being lifted off the ground. You looked into Harry's concerned green eyes and passed out.
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