Once Khaat arrived in Kings Cross, she could feel the evil energy all around her. Her necklace began to glow bright green. She clutched her hand around it.
"Is that supposed to means something?" Marcus asked, not so dumb as to not recognize a magical artifact when he saw it.
"Don't lose your wand," she said quietly, pushing through the muggles on their way to the morning trains. "That's what that means."
"Could you be a bit more specific?" he asked just as Khaat caught a glimpse of a young man with long, thick, curly dark hair. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew. She pointed him out.
"There," she said, letting loose of Belby as she saw the man heading for the platforms.
"Damnit," he sighed, rushing to follow her. He was very experienced but it appeared he underestimated that she was very experienced at losing her guards when she wanted to, and her small size was definitely an advantage to her in this tight crowd. He simply started shoving people out of his way to follow her. He tried to call to her, but the incoming trains drowned out his call.
Just as she reached the platform, the man turned on her and shoved her full force, face down onto the train tracks, right in front of the moving train. Muggles everywhere screamed.
Marcus dove, with all he had and wrapped himself around her. She wasn't moving, was stunned. He shouted out the spell for apparating to take them to St. Mungos and felt the spell pull them into the space between the tracks, hearing the train in his ears and not feeling entirely sure they'd cleared it.
Hannah was walking through the main entrance of the hospital, in the beautiful front foyer, when she literally tripped and fell over something that apparated right in front of her path.
It was a blond man in a tan suit...and he was clearly shielding something or someone. He wasn't moving and appeared to be unconscious. She shouted to one of the security guards to get some healers at once.