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Chapter One: The Introduction to Insanity
He seemed different this year. More drawn off. The thing with Cedric had been eating at him all summer. But the Dark Lord worked faster than Harry had thought, and amazement came to him that morning when he had gone to board the Hogwarts Express with the Weasly's.
The first things that they all had noticed was that the train was painted a pitch black not like the usual scarlet. Yet people were boarding it and sitting in the compartments as usual. Harry saw Cho in the crowd, yet decided against talking to her. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all boarded the train together, and went and sat in their usual vicinity, in the back of the train.
It wasn't long till they heard scuffling in the halls. All three of the friends went out to investigate what it was, and they saw Draco Malfoy cowering from Crabb and Goyle, as they looked ready to hit him into next Tuesday. Hermione then stepped foreword, and without a single protest from Harry or Ron, cast boils on both of the ghouls, who ran away leaving Draco behind them. Hermione then did something both Harry and Ron did not expect, and that was to help Draco up and bring him to their compartment. He immediately sat down in the corner of one of the benches, his knee's pulled up to his chest, whimpering. Harry and Ron sat on the other side of the compartment, skeptical as to what Hermione was thinking. She then placed a hand on Draco's knee, in a comforting sort of way.
"What's wrong, Draco?" she asked paternally. Draco only slightly lifted his head towards her, then immediately looked out the window. By now there were far out into the countryside.
"You wouldn't understand if I told you" He replied, a harsh response.
"Try me."
"Voldemort is getting stronger. I know all of you already think you know that my father is a death eater, yet there is no proof. Well, he is. And his target is Hogwarts"
"Not that, Draco, not your father. I'm talking about you. You seem less able to stand up for yourself this year, almost weaker. Now what happened?"
"As my father grows in power, he feels that he can abuse his power more. He."
"Did he abuse you?"
"NO! He just keeps pressuring me to become a death eater. I personally don't want to, but it's in my blood. It's what I have to do. It's my duty."
Then, a voice came from the doorway:
"Nicely put, Draco"
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Chapter One: The Introduction to Insanity
He seemed different this year. More drawn off. The thing with Cedric had been eating at him all summer. But the Dark Lord worked faster than Harry had thought, and amazement came to him that morning when he had gone to board the Hogwarts Express with the Weasly's.
The first things that they all had noticed was that the train was painted a pitch black not like the usual scarlet. Yet people were boarding it and sitting in the compartments as usual. Harry saw Cho in the crowd, yet decided against talking to her. Harry, Ron, and Hermione all boarded the train together, and went and sat in their usual vicinity, in the back of the train.
It wasn't long till they heard scuffling in the halls. All three of the friends went out to investigate what it was, and they saw Draco Malfoy cowering from Crabb and Goyle, as they looked ready to hit him into next Tuesday. Hermione then stepped foreword, and without a single protest from Harry or Ron, cast boils on both of the ghouls, who ran away leaving Draco behind them. Hermione then did something both Harry and Ron did not expect, and that was to help Draco up and bring him to their compartment. He immediately sat down in the corner of one of the benches, his knee's pulled up to his chest, whimpering. Harry and Ron sat on the other side of the compartment, skeptical as to what Hermione was thinking. She then placed a hand on Draco's knee, in a comforting sort of way.
"What's wrong, Draco?" she asked paternally. Draco only slightly lifted his head towards her, then immediately looked out the window. By now there were far out into the countryside.
"You wouldn't understand if I told you" He replied, a harsh response.
"Try me."
"Voldemort is getting stronger. I know all of you already think you know that my father is a death eater, yet there is no proof. Well, he is. And his target is Hogwarts"
"Not that, Draco, not your father. I'm talking about you. You seem less able to stand up for yourself this year, almost weaker. Now what happened?"
"As my father grows in power, he feels that he can abuse his power more. He."
"Did he abuse you?"
"NO! He just keeps pressuring me to become a death eater. I personally don't want to, but it's in my blood. It's what I have to do. It's my duty."
Then, a voice came from the doorway:
"Nicely put, Draco"
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