Chapter 42: Dementors (1/2)
After crossing almost every full compartment, Chris and Ginny found Colin and Luna.
”Hello, Ginny! Hello Chris! It's very good to see you.” Luna said happily.
”It's nice to see you to Luna,” Chris replied and sat down next to Colin. ”How are you, Colin?”
”I'm good. Do you know, I think my brother is a wizard too. This summer he showed many signs like me.” Colin replied excitedly.
”Really? That's great Colin. You father must be very happy.” Ginny said.
”He is.” Colin grinned. ”How was your Egypt trip, Ginny?”
”It was very nice,” said Ginny. ”What about you Luna?”
”Oh! It was nice to explore so many new magical plants and magical beasts.” Luna said excitedly.
”So anyone noticed that the Prisoner Sirius Black was in Muggle news too,” Colin said suddenly.
”He was in the Muggle news too?” Ginny asked.
”Yeah. I saw that too. He killed thirteen muggles twelve years ago in bright daylight.” Chris answered. ”I heard in Diagon Alley that he was the right-hand man of Voldemort.” Ginny flinched hearing the name. ”Sorry, Ginny.” Chris quickly added noticing her.
”I don't understand how he left Azkaban and more importantly why now?” Luna said seriously.
”Maybe he found a chance only this time,” Colin suggested.
”Do you know who guard the Azkaban, Colin?” Chris said. ”When last year I heard the name Azkaban many times, I did a little research on it. Azkaban is guarded by Dementor, they feed on human happiness and can extract souls with their Dementor's Kiss. They don't have eyes, they feel human presence by their emotions. You can't fool them like that.”
Colin and Ginny shivered.
”So you think that Black knew the trick before?” Luna asked.
”Maybe and I think, now he is after something that's why he escaped from Azkaban,” Chris answered. ”Don't know for sure though.”
”Can we talk about something else?” Ginny said.
”Like about Harry Potter?” Chris suggested smirking.
”CHRIS!” Ginny scowled loudly.
”What? I was teasing Colin.” Chris said and everyone started laughing.
Mid-afternoon, just as it had started to rain, blurring the rolling hills outside the window, the plump witch with the food trolley arrived at the compartment door. Chris brought many things for all four of them. They ate those while talking and laughing. The rain thickened as the train sped yet further north; the windows were now a solid, shimmering grey, which gradually darkened until lanterns flickered into life all along the corridors and over the luggage racks. The train rattled, the rain hammered, the wind roared, when the train started to slow down.