Voldemort and his followers had lost the war. Hence, you were now fleeing away from magic England with Antonin. The rattling of the Muggle train was a stark contrast to the eerie silence that had settled among you. The seats are arranged in a sleeper-style configuration with air-conditioning. The compartment was cramped, suffocating. Dmitri and Alexei, your and Antonin's sons were fast asleep in the seats in front of you. The window let out cold gusts of snowy wind due to being broken.

You were settled beside Antonin, deep into the window corner, his large body blocking even a single curious muggle from glancing at your lovely face. He absently played with your long curls, as he looks outside.