The Hogwarts Express

Angelique heard Brienne cast the spell and added her own power to the ravenclaw's attack.

She could vividly recall Callum leading her through the nooks and crannies of Florence, like a gigantic game of hide and seek. It had been a delightfully mysterious game and when she finally caught him, the prize had been worth the wait.

"Expecto Patronum!"

With a flash of light, the silver cloud that emitted from her wand coalesced to the form of a crow which immediately struck out at the largest demonic form.

In the mean time, the younger boy was having trouble. He'd managed to cast the spell, but his patronus was not fully formed. Angelique rushed over to help him.

"Think of your family. Your mum and dad, and how proud they'll be when the school tells them you saved everyone on the train," she whispered to him.

The boy cast the spell again and Angelique was thrown back as a silver bear erupted from his wand and set off toward the demon that was harassing Jack.

Sammy smiled up at Keegan. "Yes love I'm ok. Thank you." Sammy said standing up and pulling her robes out of her bag. She put them on over her clothing that she had on, then sat back down. She layed her head on Keegan's chest, put her legs up on the bench, then let him stroke her hair and hum to her. Eventually she fell back to sleep. It didn't take long for her to end up in that same dream. But this time she didn't cry, she only started hovering above the bench in the compartment.

*From a Compartment for Two*

The train jerking to a stop making Sammy float into the wall and jerk awake. Now she really had a head ach. Blood dripped down her face but she only cared to know if Keegan was ok. "Keegan, Keegan!! Somethings wrong we stopped." Sammy said to him standing up and pulling her wand out. She listened to what was going on, she heard some spells flying by and had a feeling of dread and fear. She remembered having this feeling back at Diagon Alley when that Demon attacked. Where they on the train now? How many and what did they want? "Keegan I need you to protect the little kids while I help the others fight." She told him opening the door and heading for the nearest demon. She wasn't going to just stand around and hide. She was a member of the PA, she was obligated to fight. And this fight was going to take all of her vampire abilities. She might even have to go evil again.

When Hidama and Hinode had been taken to the train that morning they had both asked their parents not to come with. They were to be frank sick and tired of always being treated like some defenseless babies or spoiled princesses (they were sometimes though like the latter.) So upon arriving at the platform, they had grinned at each other before walking hand to hand towards the train, randomly hissing or making scary faces at the smaller students. Hidama never liked riding the train, she hated having to be closed inside of there for so long and not have -anything- exciting to do. When they had arrived at the Slytherin corridor, the sisters had found an empty one and quickly sat down. Hidama had taken out her Ipod and put on shuffle on the playlist, while resting her legs on the seat in front of her, next to her sister.

The soothing tones of the music managed to let her drift off to sleep for a few minutes, but then the Slytherin screamed out as she found herself in the air as the train came to a sudden halt out of nowhere. Having the Ipod on full tune in her ears had caused her not to hear anything before the train had stopped, but now she lay on the floor while cursing heavily as she rubbed her sore forehead and then knees. "What the heck was that?" Opening her eyes, while scowling, she looked around the corridor only to realize in terror that her sister wasn't in there anymore. Where is she?? Did she go to the bathroom? Hidama scrambled up on her feet, and peeked out of the window. After taking the headphones out of her ears, she noted that a -lot- seemed to be happening. Screaming was heard, spells were being cast, the younger kids all crying and yelling for their parents.

To Hell with that, I gotta find Hinode. She felt her heart drum inside of her chest, the nervousness of losing sight of her sister finally now kicking in, and almost making Hidama scream out. With a swift movement, she had grabbed her wand in her hand and stuffed Momo in the pocket of her coat. There was no way she was gonna leave her pet alone in there, even if she wasn't sure just what she was going up against here. The ferret shivered in fear and curled up inside of the pocket, dependant now on it's owner´s skills.

She exited the corridor, her dark eyes fluttered over the scene in front of her, and for a moment she wondered if she might have been dreaming... if not for the bump on her forehead. Everything was in chaos, a few children ran past her with their faces frozen in fear. Hesitantly, carefully, Hidama walked towards where most the noise was coming from. "Hinode! Where are you?" Soon her slow steps had turned into a full on running, as she was now desperate to find her twin, to know she was alright. If anyone ANYTHING so much as touches her.. She pictured her sister's face, and felt the love for her flow out, as she tried to call upon her with any possible way. There was a strange feeling in her gut, something.. that was so not right was close to her, making her wonder if she should keep running or check this out for herself. The feeling and noise which now also caught her attention, came from the dining car. Oh that's just great.. I swear if I'm gonna get killed in there someone -will- pay

Not being able to really control her own movements, she kept going towards the dining car, until she could peek inside. There, in the middle of the space, stood a red haired girl and surrounding her was a dark shadowy figure. Even if Hidama was a rather wicked and fearless when it came to things like this, then she couldn't hold back a small shiver of dismay. It was as if that creature was.. trying to suck out everything that was called joy or happiness, and if she was feeling that so strongly now when that creature hadn't even noticed her, then how was that other girl feeling? It was as if she was already the creature's meal. I'm not much for the hero role, but I guess I can't just let this slide. Confidence was one of the things she would never let go. And secondly, then she would show this mass of stinking pile just how strong her love was for her sister, and -nothing- could suck that out of her like she was some sort of a prepared snack.

"Hey! Dirt face! Taste this!" Her wand flew up, her reflexes fast as she didn't even let a second pass between her words and then the spell which she aimed at the figure that was surrounding the other girl. "Imperio!" This curse was one of her favorite things, and even if that thing was really as strong as she thought it was, then perhaps she would at least be able to buy some time. While concentrating as hard as she could on the spell, she made sure to let the love for her sister flow out constantly. If that thing wanted so much to have a taste, she would make sure to make it choke!

((OOC: Just to be clear, this is Amelia and Malek I'm with... not that it wasn't probably obvious! And please let me know if I'm butting in or being in someone's way.))

The two girls were speaking amongst each other and the raging fire ball had distracted Niov as she turned to stare at Malphas vehemently. The power their leader exhibited always seemed to thrill Niov and excite her to see one of her race so powerful. Through her cruelty and insanity, she was not organized enough to be the leader.

Tearing her fierce gaze from him she turned to see two misty figures diving towards her, one a fox and the other a crow. A strange feeling began to press against her; joy and happiness. She felt the hate and anger pressed from her chest and she backed away feeling as though she was losing her focus and strength.

She screamed in anger and thrust out a hand. A shadow burst from her palm, splintering to shoot at the figures. The misty apparitions burst into thousands of pieces before disappearing. The smoke spread towards the tow girls and began to wind around them, thickening so it was almost solid. "Silly little animals can not help you!"

"It seemed to help us just now. I mean, you backed away for a moment when they pushed the evil away from you. If we could just get everyone to do it, we could potentially kill you, or at least seriously harm. We may not have the love spell, but we've got something just as good" Brienne said whilst smirking. She found a four 5-7 year students in the adjacent car.

"Cast Patronuses, think of your loved ones and all you hold dear! Quickly!"

Brienne started the countdown, so that the Patronuses would all go at once.

Three. Wands were ready.

Two. Thinking of all the positive emotions.

One. Aim at the demons.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM"

A silver fox from Brienne's wand seemed to lead the other four Patronuses towards the demons. There was a wolf, a stag, an eagle and a tiger emerged forth from the 5-7th years' wands. They went for Niov and the other demons.

Ashley hadn't been on the trail long. She was most likely the last person to even get on it. Just as she had found a compartment to sit in, that was by herself, the train felt like it had come to a stop. She sighed then opened the window blind to see what was going on. She saw some odd looking people and creatures, some spells where flying around and fireballs where flying everywhere. She closed the blind quickly, backed up as far as she could then sat on the ground, grabed her knees and started breathing deeply. It wasn't that she was scared, she just hated having to deal with stuff like this on her first day back to school. She hoped that no one would see her and the evil creatures would just leave. But if one of them came after her, she would do her best to survive. She grabed her wand out of her bag and sat back down on the ground watching the compartment door.

Aaron had been enjoying his trip in quite thoroughly, the trolley lady had come by, and he'd bought himself a nice little stash of sweeties, and the company he'd been keeping was being good, and had left him alone most of the trip, doing nothing more than reading a book.

He had been enjoying a little of both these things, munching on a licourice wand and flicking through the pages of a good action novel, when the train lurched to a halt, a high pitched shriek coming from far away, as he toppled out of his chair, whacking his head on the ground.

Standing up and shaking his head a little he felt the train shudder again, and another shriek, echoing throughout the surrounding land, followed by many screams towards the front of the train. He stuck his head out the compartment window and once again the train lurched, making him stand up abruptly and smash the window beside him, flinching as the glass tinckled all about.

He walked out and heard the screams increase, as well as the sound of an explosion, and of wood splintering.

Picking up his pace and running down the train, before seeing a frightful sight in front of him, cursing he grabbed his wand, pointing it at the nearest demon and firing a stunner at it, not sure what to do, and unable to join the others with their patronii, as he was only a fourth year.

James clapped his book shut as he heard the sounds of battle erupt from the cars behind him. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what was going on. Especially after that one demon roared. James hated to admit it, but he knew little of these demons. Alan seemed to know quite a bit, but could only give him this advice:

"Don't bother using your wand."

Needless to say, Alan Wake was a man of few words.

James looked to the door of the prefects compartment, considering what to do. He looked around his compartment, gripping a piece of chalk and thinking of various weapons. The 16 year old young man settled on a weapon he knew could work. He stood on his seat, alchemic arm gripping the bar of his compartment curtain. He tore the entire thing off, his left hand quickly drawing an alchemic circle on the ground. While he didn't actually need the circle, he did not want to be caught of guard because he was focused on a stupid alchemic circle. He planted his hands on the outer circle, his mind filling in the lines as he tapped his reserves of energy. He teased the energy of the earth itself to aid him in this transmutation. When he was done, the curtain and rod had transmutated into a finely-formed blade. Before picking it up though, James clapped his hands and slid his left hand over his faux forearm. It shimmered a bent to the course of his fingers. The arm transformed itself into metal, the very form shifting. The forearm expanded into a mid-sized shield.

James slide the sword beneath his cloak, and whipped out his wand, before charging out the door.

((So.. um... I'm kinda behind. I hope nobody minds if I just jump into the first Demon fight I see.))

The protective spell Amelia had cast around herself could do nothing to protect her from what she was seeing, and thus as the fog lifted from the ground her eyes landed on a lifeless form on the floor, a woman she had seen earlier pushing a trolley full of sweets. Amelia felt a chill run down her spine, but was ashamed of its cause. Although a person’s life had been ended in this room, Amelia’s emotions for that fact were hidden away as quickly as they appeared. Instead, the chill was one of realization of just what type of situation she had run headlong into.

As the fog lifted away from the woman’s body, Amelia was forced to look away from the lifeless form and turn her attention back on the mist itself. It was unlike any weather phenomenon Amelia had seen before, with a life of its own that suggested it was certainly made of more than just condensed water droplets. As she watched, the darkness began to move closer to her, spreading out to fill the size of the dining car. Distracted by the imposing threat, Amelia’s concentration on her spell was interrupted and the glowing shield which had previously protected her flickered and fell away.

Immediately upon releasing her grasp on the charm, Amelia could feel the palpable difference. The room was suddenly colder, the black mist swirling around her, making her turn on the spot to try to discover at what she should be aiming her defenses. This was fruitless, however, as trying to identify any point in the black abyss was like trying to locate the source of the bubbles in a champagne glass – they came from nowhere and everywhere, each progressively more unpredictable.

In addition to the cold, Amelia was feeling more of a change within herself than out. Although she was trying to think rationally, it seemed that whatever this was surrounding her had more power than she realized. Each tiny box that resided in the back of her mind to hold emotions – the good, the bad, and everything in between – seemed to have been thrown open, letting everything she had carefully tucked away come flooding toward her at once. The happiest emotions – joy, love, happiness, hope – came fleetingly, as though they were sucked up as quickly as they had been released. The negative emotions, however, lingered and swelled within her, threatening to overwhelm her as jealousy, anger, pride, defeat, loss, and guilt flooded her mind and her senses.

No… Amelia’s mind stuttered, trying to overcome the sudden onslaught. But it was even more difficult for Amelia to overcome this type of attack than it would have been for other students, and for several reasons. First, Amelia had difficulty confronting and overcoming challenges she didn’t understand, and this nameless, identity-less black mist certain fell within that category. But perhaps even more importantly, Amelia was very nearly inept when it came to dealing with her emotions. Good, bad, or otherwise, Amelia tucked all of her feelings away, asserting that emotion clouded judgment and reason. Without the regular encounters most individuals had with their feelings and emotions, without the experience dealing with them, Amelia was crippled almost immediately by the effect this particular brand of torture had on her.

No, fight it! Amelia’s mind demanded, echoing with a shriek as her mind began to panic under the weight of what was happening. She was spinning wildly now, batting uselessly at the air with her wand, fighting back against an attacker she couldn’t even find.

Just as Amelia could feel her knees begin to buckle beneath her, she heard a shout from behind, her mind still functioning just enough to identify what has been said. The redhead spun on the spot to see a girl pointing her wand menacingly toward a point over Amelia’s shoulder, and without thought, Amelia sunk to the ground, getting out of the way of the curse and finally giving in to the pressure of the emotions that had been weighing her down from within.

I can’t…. it can’t… this can’t be happening…

Loud screams, noises, and spells made Miseria come out from her car, and look around. The corridors were full of fighting students, and not far away, she saw the ones who caused the fight. She felt annoyed somehow. Demons. They were attacking all the time. Why? She didn't even guess the reason. Or she didn't want to. They had their own purposes. To kill witches and wizards. A grin appeared on her lips. She wasn't afraid of those. Not that much like the last time when she was almost shaking. She was even surprised how calm she was even if they could kill everybody in this place within one minute. But that didn't matter. She wouldn't go down without a fight, even if she will lose it.

Relying against the door, she raised her eyebrows a bit:“There there, Demons. You are really So brave and you come and attack Students. I envy you... Attacking someone who is... Younger probably for hundred years, well that's heroic,“ she said, taking her wand out. Yes, that would probably make them angry. She insulted them. Twirling her wand with her fingers, she looked around. Actually, she had no intentions to fight, only protect herself and the others. She closed the door behind her, and stepped out from the compartment.