Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. J.K. Rowling does. However I do own the plot.

Chapter 1

Worries

Draco's point of view

            Draco awoke to the sound of his father's yells, " Draco you had better be up the Hogwarts express leaves in an hour." Draco looked at the time. His father was right he did only have an hour to catch the train. Draco was usually very punctual, as a well respectable pureblood should be, so waking up this late was very unlike him. However, the night before he was at a party and way too much to drink and now his head was throbbing as a reminder. He walked into the bathroom and throw up. Waking up in the morning and throwing up was starting to become a routine for him. All summer he had been partying and drinking a lot. This summer he felt as though drinking was the only way to ease his pain. With his father hiding from the wizard world because he's a wanted death eater, things have not been going good for Draco at all. He lived in constant fear that they would find his father and worse he lived in constant fear that they wouldn't. He loved his father and respected him, but did not want to follow in his footsteps. At the beginning of the summer Draco had meet Voldemort for the first time. He had been so excited until he saw him. Those red eyes, cruel smile, and snake like fingers terrified him and he know right then that he could never follow, THAT. However, he knew that his father would disown him if he didn't. Draco took a drink of water, rinsed off his face and started getting ready to catch the train. He sighed. He knows this year was going to be a terrible year. Everyone at school knows his father was a death eater. Not that it would matter that much. All his friend's parents are death eaters too, but that won't stop the rest of the school from taunting him. However, that was the least of his worries. In his brief confrontation with Voldemort , he had told Draco that he had big plans for him this year. Yes this was not going to be a good year.

Hermione's point of view

Hermione awake to the sound of her alarm clock. As she tiredly shut it off she remembered that today she has to catch the train for Hogwarts. Usually she was excited about going back to school because it meant hanging out with her two best friends Harry and Ron, having enchanted dinners, talking to ghosts and house elves, learning spells and out doing Draco Malfoy at lessons. However, she felt her heart drop at the thought of going back to Hogwarts. She just knew she was in for a depressing year. Harry's godfather Sirius was murdered and Harry had been depressed all summer and had barely written to her. She just know that he was going to be depressed about it all year and worried that his depression might cause him to want to take revenge on Siruis's murderer. Hermione had to admit Harry always did have a tendency to play the hero and avenging

Siruis was just the thing Harry would do. Not only was Hermione worried about Harry she was also worried about Voldemort and how strong he is getting. She knew of Voldemort's hatred for muggles and she being a muggle herself didn't even want to think about what could happen to her. Yes this was not going to be a good year.

Well that's the first chapter. So what do you think? This is my first fanfic so please review .