Chapter 1
Friday, 12 June, 00:35
“Three people may be dead in a Northern Ireland plane crash.” The female voice on the radio announced. “The police are not releasing any more details except that the crash happened at around 11:53 earlier on tonight. Locals say that the weather was foggy and that may have been the cause of the crash.” Another voice came on the air. It was a male’s, late 30’s. Apparently you could tell a lot about a person from their voice.
“Yeah, I went outside to bring in the washing and I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. And it wasn’t 'cause it was dark. It was so foggy I didn’t think it was possible, sorta’ unnatural.”
The newsreader resumed talking: “And in other news…”
Friday, 12 June, 11:21
Sandra relaxed as the plane hit cruising altitude. It was flying freely through the sky, unmolested in any way. The view out of the window was bland and boring as it had been the minute they took off from County Dublin. It was foggy, dark and cold outside, warm and brightly lit inside. She knew what caused the fog, Dementors. They had been breeding lately, especially around the Northern area of Ireland. She quickly let go of such depressing thoughts.
Sandra took a quick look around the cabin to distract herself. The man beside her was intently typing on his laptop with his stubby fingers while the woman in front was still bemused by her music device, blonde hair rocking to and fro. The seatbelt sign was turned off she noticed so she unclipped hers. She breathed a sigh of relief. The person that was in that seat before her must have been as thin as a twig because she couldn’t breathe with that thing around her waist and she was skinny (or at least she liked to think so).
She looked down at the safety manual. According to it, the airplane was only a small aircraft, able to carry a handful or so of passengers. It was called an Airbus or something like that. The rest was just rubbish about how to tighten life-jackets. As if that would help you drowning. Stupid Muggles, think that they’re so technologically advanced. And I’m tolerant of such garbage, thought Sandra.
She drifted off into sleep; muddled dreams of Dementors, Death Eaters and Death itself awaited her.
She couldn’t have been asleep for that long for when she woke up they were still cruising and it wasn’t that long of a flight to Down. She was still half in dreamland but when she noticed something it snapped her out of it. It was quiet; eerily quiet. She looked beside her, the fat man was no longer typing voraciously on the computer and the blonde women in front of her sat still.
Then a feeling swept over her. Sadness. Fear. Depression. She wasn’t the only magical being on this flight. Dementors. She quickly fished her wand out of the deep pockets of her jacket. She rose out of her seat with the speed of a cheetah. When she reached the middle aisle she was shocked. Three Death Eaters stood surveying the Muggles. Their masks were the very essence of fear for Sandra. She quickly ducked under a seat where an elderly woman and her grandson slept in their deep slumber.
She dared to take a peek down the back of the plane. What lay down there was even worse. Four Dementors, each of the horrible black-cloaked creatures giving the Dementor’s Kiss to a Muggle. As much as she would regret it, she couldn’t watch this happen, even to Muggles. Sandra leapt out of her seat and shouted “Expecto Patronum!”
A large blue misty dragon leapt out of her wand. It blew dark blue fire over the Dementors, herding them over to the Death Eaters. Even under their skull masks, she could tell that they were surprised, especially by the fact that they had not yet drawn their wands. The Dementors knocked into them sending them tumbling. Seizing the confusion to her advantage, Sandra ran past them into the ****pit.
She slammed shut the door, not bothering to lock it as she knew that they’d get through anyway. Amidst all the whirring dials and levers, the pilot and co-pilot lay slumped in their red leather chairs, dead. The traitors, the killers, murderers, the thousand things that she could have called them then. But something else caught her eye. The plane was slowly coming into a nose-dive, straight into the rolling countryside clouded in fog. She quickly pushed the pilot off the seat and sat down in his place. The adrenaline rushing through her veins at the moment was enough to do anything, even fly a plane.
She grabbed a lever and pushed it forward, dialed random buttons, used a levitation charm but still nothing cushioned the plane’s fall. Then the door was blasted open with a jet of red light. She expected to see a Death Eater through the door but what she saw was worse.
The pilot’s cabin had been severed from the rest of the plane and was falling downwards quicker than the main body. Three Dementors circled overhead but before she could release her Patronus again she was hit by a limp feeling and she fell down with a thump. The Body-Bind. She cursed silently in her head because she couldn’t move her lips.
All she could do was watch as the Death Eaters disappeared into a cloud of black smoke. She thought about apparating herself but as soon as the thought entered her head she felt the impact of the plane against the ground and she knew she was dead. Shrapnel from the impact struck her face, stung her unblinking eyes and she knew she would die. She accepted it as the ground rushed up to meet her, as the cockpit closed around her, as the dials smashed and as the glass stabbed into her leg. She smashed her head and black. Black. Black…
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