The Rest of the Prophecy | Harry Potter

The Loyalties

Victoria hurried back onto the entrance of the train. She glanced back towards where she had last seen Neville and Luna to see a few of the last carriages pulling away.

"Great," she mumbled to herself as she stepped back onto the train. She prayed there was another way up to the castle.  She had not even gotten three steps onboard when the door slammed shut behind her and all the blinds snapped closed. Looked around frantically, Victoria now had a very un-easy feeling about being here.

"Harry?" Victoria whispered, just audible enough for someone close by to hear. She began walking back in the direction of the compartment she had just sat in, hoping Harry had gone back to get something he forgot.

As she walked down the aisle, she peaked her head into each compartment, just in case he was mistakenly in one of those. As she was nearing the back of the train, she heard a loud thud from behind her that caused her to jump into the compartment she was closest too. She did not dare take a single breathe.

Slowly, Victoria peaked her head around the corner, just enough to know what, or who, had made that noise. As she looked around the corner though, she saw nothing. Confused and bewildered at the noise she just heard; Victoria started to step back out of the compartment. But, at that moment, Draco emerged from a compartment only three down from the one she was hiding in.  His back was facing Victoria, but she knew his bright blonde hair from a mile away. She shrank back into the compartment, careful not to make a sound.

"Next time, Potter, I suggest you try a more convincing way to eavesdrop." Draco said in spiteful tone. He bent down and pulled what appeared to be a cloak off of a motionless Harry.

Victoria was so confused at what she was looking at, was that an invisibility cloak? What were Harry and Draco doing left on the train?

Draco stood back up to his full height before speaking again. Victoria didn't dare act, but had her wand drawn in case she needed it. Draco didn't intimidate her, but when he was angry, it was best to use precaution.

Draco stared down at the motionless Harry before raising his foot and kicking Harry right in the nose. Victoria winced, but still did not think it time to act...yet. She would not stand by and let Draco bully anyone, not under her watch.

"Next time you cross me and my father, Potter, expect more than a broken nose. Your reckoning day is coming." Draco threw the cloak back over Harry before turning on his heels to exit the train.

Victoria hurried over to where she saw Harry lying motionless just moments ago. However, it seems as though her judgement of where he lay was completely off. Because as she was hurrying towards Harry she tripped, no doubt on his frozen body, falling face first across him.

"I am so sorry," a very flustered Victoria said. She quickly sat back onto her knees and took the cloak off of Harry. Harry, however, didn't budge. Victoria looked at Harry and asked, "He used Petrificus Totalus, didn't he? He always loved that one growing up." She rolled her eyes at the thought of Draco using the same body binding spell on her, multiple times when they were growing up.

Harry, of course, didn't move and Victoria suddenly felt very stupid for asking a frozen and uncommunicable person a question.

"Right, you're frozen, sorry," Victoria said still kneeling beside Harry. "I can fix it," Victoria assured pointing her want at Harry and muttering, "finite incantatem."

Within in seconds, Harry, sat up and brought his shirt sleeve to his nose.

"Thank you," Harry muttered through a very bloody nose. He began to stand up and so did Victoria.

"Of course, I can fix your nose too if you'd like?" she said.

"Can you?" Harry looked taken aback that Victoria was actually able to mend noses.