Potter?

I’m sitting on the Hogwarts express completely alone when the train comes to an abrupt stop, jerking forward I almost fall on the compartment floor. Sensing my auburn locks had fallen from its ponytail I brushed a few curls away before walking into the long hall to see what had gone wrong.

I felt a creeping sensation of coldness and dark magic, my parents were killed by a dark sorcerer so I knew the feeling of ‘Black Magic’ as the locals called it but this? This was more than a simple cold rush going down my spine... It was like all happiness had been sucked from the earth, trapping me in an endless spiral of sadness.

Before I could even take a step to inspect what was going on, I saw inhumanly long, snow white, bony fingers curling around the rim of the door, I instantly knew what it was...

My worst fear besides Voldemort, the thing that kills all happiness and sucks all joy out of everything.

One word crossed my mind, only one word could describe this feeling and that black cloaked figure.

Dementors.

I tried screaming but my voice rasped, running was only possible if your legs didn’t refuse to work, anything I tried to do was stopped by my mind making me stop and stare, utterly horrified by this demented creature.

It moved at a slow pace towards me, feeling my fear through the air, it stared me right in my eyes and even though I couldn’t see it’s deathly face, I knew it, deep inside of me, I knew.

Then with a bright, white flash the Dementor screeched and retreated back as fast as possible.Falling on the ground , I looked up to see a light headed man with a scar running across him handsome face, he looked early 30’s maybe even late twenties. He helped me up and sat me on the bench.

‘Are you alright?’ He asked in a gentle tone, obviously caring. All I did was nod as he was Rummaging through his pockets, in search for something. After a minute he pulled out a bar of chocolate.

‘Here eat, you’ll feel better.” He held out the chocolate, hesitantly I took a small piece not trying to hog it all.

‘Thank you’ I eventually managed after eating a few pieces of the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted.

‘You are more than welcome, Dementors are horrid creatures, don’t you agree miss...’ he trailed of.

‘Potter, Leila Lily Potter.’ I told him. I swear a pained look along with one of reconnection crossed his features, a deep disturbance flashing in his eyes.