𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 - 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

The crimson red Hogwarts Express screeched to a halt, the sudden jolt sending Lyra Arakan stumbling. Panic clawed at her throat as a wave of unnatural cold washed over her, dimming the corridor lights and chilling her to the bone. A hooded figure, a Dementor, drifted menacingly past the compartment window.
Just as despair threatened to consume her, a pair of strong arms seized her, pulling her into a nearby compartment. The door slammed shut, shielding her from the creature outside. Lyra looked up, her heart pounding, to find herself face-to-face with the last people she expected: Fred and George Weasley. Her breath caught as she realized she was pressed against Fred, his warmth a stark contrast to the oppressive cold that still lingered.
“Bloody hell,” Fred muttered, his usual cocky grin replaced by a grim seriousness as he and George stood with wands drawn, eyes fixed on the door.
