'thoughts'
'Magic of any types'
Anger
Disclaimer "Sigh" I wish I owned Harry Potter. Rich much?
Summary: Harry has just ended his fourth year. A numb Harry makes his way into darkness with a little (really little) push from Draco Malfoy. Starting to think and question many things Harry begins his decent in the summer of his fifth year where he gets angry enough to suddenly stop caring whether or not his friend were going to talk to him. Or if they even care for him at all, He's also tired beyond belief with the Dursleys. He might just kill them. Ect…blah blah read it you want to if you don't..awww.
Chapter one: Draco makes his move.
"There is always something going on behind the Light side's eyes, there is always Dark magic being used, and Potter there will always be Dark magic." A blonde young man whispered into the ear of another young man. Though there were serious differences in them. The blonde boy looked about to be 15 and had a pointed aristocratic look about him. The other young man was slightly smaller than the blonde with dark midnight black hair that in the light of the compartment looked reddish. "I see the look in your eye Potter; I've seen it in my father's eyes. You're haunted. And do you know where haunted people end up? The Dark side." Malfoy said mockingly at the boy who just watched him with dead green eyes.
'So he knew about the whole thing, he knew from the start of this year about the tournament and the kidnapping. He knew that he was sending me to my death .He's right though, Dark will always be where the Light is, after all doesn't light cast shadows?' Harry thought apathadicly. He felt slightly numb as Draco gave one last sneer at him and roughly pushed past him, leaving the compartment and slamming the door shut. Harry absentmindly wandlessly cast a locking charm on the compartment. He didn't feel like dealing with Ron's and Hermione's caring but coincident worrying pulse the glances they thought they were keeping hidden from him.
Rolling his shoulders trying to get comfortable Harry sat down and looked out the glass window at the green hills of Scotland. Thinking back on his conversation with Draco Harry wondered at Draco's last sentence. And do you know where haunted people end up? The Dark side.
'What did he mean? Haunted people go to the Dark side.' Harry sighed rubbing his head, he had had little sleep these last few days and as such had a massive headache which thinking wasn't helping it in the least. Pulled out of his thoughts by knocking Harry turned towards the door of the compartment. Hermione and Ron were peering in. Well it was more of Ron peering in and Knocking and Hermione yelling at Ron to move so she could unlock the compartment. Harry didn't feel inclined to help them, let them fight over nothing Harry couldn't care less. Harry winced guiltily. 'Their your friends Harry get a hold of yourself.' Annoyed with himself Harry got up and walked towards the compartment door opening it for them ignoring the sudden silence. Harry turned around and plopped back down on the seat closing his eyes and tried to relax.
It was going to be a long ride.
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DGC