PT.7 time!
PT.7 time! harry potter stories

011eggos A disappointment to humanity
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PT.7 time!


"You got everything? Oliver, Uniforms?" My father asks, clearly worried.

"Everythings fine dad." Cedric reassures him.

We walk up the train stairs and find an empty cab. Well, it seemed empty.

"Here seems good." I say.

We sit down and put our luggage up in the compartment above the seats.

"So, this is nice. Calm." Cedric says.

The train starts, and we stick our heads out the window and wave to our father who's dabbing his face with a handkerchief. Cedric leans back in his seat, trying to act cool.

"Ribbit." we hear something say.

"What the bloody hell is-"

Neville Longbottom walks into the cab.

"Oh, sorry, I must be in the wrong cab." he exclaims.

"Oh no, it's fine. You can sit here." Cedric smirks at me, knowing that I like Neville.

He sat down in the seat next to mine, holding his frog.

"Um, what t-type of breed is T-trevor?" I stutter.

"Smooth sided toad." he exclaims proudly, he's clearly practiced.

"Wow, really?" I exclaim.

"Yeah! Look, his side is entirely smooth." He holds Trevor up to my finger.

I slide my finger down the smooth side of the toad.

"That is peculiar!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, it is!" Neville chuckles.

"What in the world?!" Cedric guffaws.

A couple of hours later, we were all laughing and talking about Quidditch, when it turned cold. Ice covering the windows in frozen sheets, and suddenly everything goes dark.

"What's going on?" Cedric looks out the cab doors.

He sits back down, thinking it's nothing. Then, a hooded figure cloaked in shadows floats into the cab. Cedric and Neville have no idea what it is. But I do. (This is so frigging cool)

You see, I spent most of my time in the library my first year. I know what this is, and how to conquer it. It's called a Dementor.

"What is that thing?" Cedric exclaims looking at me for comfort.

"Expecto Patronum!" I bellow. It doesn't work.

The Dementor floats over to me and starts sucking my soul from me. It feels unbelievably painful. I can't cry or scream. I just lay there, helpless, about to have no soul.

I hear a woman scream before a voice repeats the spell I tried to conjure. I lose consciousness before I can see the face of the person who conjured it.

Goodbye, PT.7 will be out on Sunday

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