Enisia: The Land in the Sky (Part Three)

The whisper of morning sent a chill down my back as I climbed on board the Hogwarts Express, the only train to Hogwarts. With Harry, Ron, and Hermione following closely behind, I found an empty cabin. Harry sat next to me, Ron and Hermione across from us.
"So..." Hermione started.
I laughed weakly. "Don't worry, Hermione. I'll tell them right now." But the door slammed open unexpectedly. Two cold, empty blue eyes stared back at us all then settled on me.
"Moana Rahley." Malfoy smirked. "I've already heard what happened to you this summer." Ron and Harry grimaced, knowing that their enemy knew something they didn't, but Hermione and I gasped.
I stood up quickly, enraged. "It's none of your business, you lying sack of-" Then he slapped me. We were all so surprised - even Malfoy - that is was a moment before Harry jumped up and socked him in the face.
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Malfoy just lied on the ground for a moment; the blood coming out of his nose looked so red against his pale, pale skin. Harry shouted, "Don't you ever, EVER touch my girlfriend again!"
"Haha. So Potter's going to protect his dear love. We'll soon see about that," Malfoy said as he stood back up and wiped away the blood. Harry swung at him again, but Malfoy cleverly stepped out of Harry's range. And before you could say The dog's on fire again! he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him, putting his wand to my neck and trapping my hands behind me, all in the split of a second.
"You haven't a good cell i your body, Draco Malfoy," I said coldly. He laughed.
"No, in fact, I haven't."
"What a shame. It's a wonder how I've managed to put up with your hogwollish for six years without killing you." He laughed again, obviously amused by my false bravery (though I don't believe he knew it was fake, for when he laughed, his voice faltered). He pressed his wand deeper into the groove of my neck. I squirmed uncomfortably, although I was not completely scared, for I knew that though Malfoy was evil he still had a reputation to uphold, and would do nothing but threaten. Harry did not seem to think so.
"Let go of her!" he said through clenched teeth. Malfoy began to move away, but Herry, Ron, and Hermione all held up their wands to him. "We're not afraid to do it," said Harry calmly, "and we'll take the consequences if we do."
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Finally Malfoy let go, but he pushed me into Harry and then ran out the door. "Sissy! Baby!" I called after him, along with many other names, until Harry said that was enough.
"Yeah, yeah..." I sulked, then rubbed my sore neck and wrist.
"Are you alright?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, I'm okay. A little sore, but nothing really injured except my pride. Pain isn't as bad as death though, I bet. I felt sure you all were going to kill him. I almost felt sorry for him."
They all laughed. "No, just scare him off," Hermione offered.
"What were you going to tell us, Moana?" Ron asked curiously.
"Oh. Right."
"You know you don't have to tell them," Hermione said comfortingly. "They'd find out sooner or later." I smiled.
"No, I'd rather tell them right now." I stared silently at all three of them for a moment, wondering how I could make the dreadful news sound better. Finding no ways, I decided to just say it straight out. "I've been Chosen."
Ron and Harry stared at me blankly, half-smiles on thier faces. "For what?"
Hermione sighed. "You two don't ever know anything. Can I explain to them, Moana?" I nodded. "Well, in Hogwarts: A History, there is an entire chapter on this one subject. It tells of how many years ago, a land, way up in the sky and to the west of us, began to lose control and the people were dying, and the land was crumbling-"
"So it's like a chunk of land floating in the sky?" Ron asked.
"No, you idiot. It's right there next to the train," she said sarcastically. Roan and Harry both looked out the window. "YES! It is in the sky! That's why I said 'way up in the sky'!!!" She sighed louder this time. I laughed. "Anyway... So the government of the land decided to call up some of the wizards and witches from Hogwarts. This happens every 100 years, and they call up 6 magic-born people... normally young teengaers. The really good ones are sent a letter. Then, unexpectedly, they will just bring you up there magically, and they rarely ever come back to the ground. And Moana has been Chosen." Harry and Ron looked stunned.
"You mean she could-" Ron gulped. "You mean we could never see her again?"
"Can't we go with her?" Harry asked franctically.
"No, I'm afraid you can't," I said. "Only those called forth by the Enisians will be transported. No matter how hard you tired, there's no other wasy but the Enisian way to get in. And the Enisians have a special kind of dying magic. That's why they call us witches and wizards up, to learn it and keep thier kind living by passing on the skill. But their magic is so mixed now it's a wonder if there's even anymore true Enisian magic there."
"So we can't even fly up there?" Ron asked on Harry's behalf, for he was speechless.
"No. It's impossible, said Hermione. "They'd see you coming."
"That's terrible," said Harry down-troddenly. "That means we could never see you again." He held me closer, and it was quiet.
"We're almost there," Hermione said. "Better change into our robes."
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