A/N: Been a lurker on Fanfiction for a while now and finally decided too create my own profile so I can share my ideas. This is myy first post here on Fanfiction so please tell me what you think but be kind. Now because this is a Fanfiction it will be A/U and characters will be a little bit ooc.

Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Harry Potter. I mostly just write for fun and no profit. Enjoy!

Harry Potter sat wondered the surprisingly empty corridors of the train alone looking for the bathroom but really wondering aimlessly lost in his thoughts. In truth, he was just trying to get away from all the arguing that Ron and Hermione were doing back in the train compartment that they occupied. Term hadn't even started yet and they were already working his nerves.

They, of course, would say that he was just being moody and angry but in Harry's own eyes he had reason to be moody. After all it wasn't too long ago when a group of Death Eaters attacked the Quidditch World cup which only meant one thing. Voldemort was up to something. In all actuality he never felt so helpless in his life. He saw first-hand what Death Eaters could do. He knew in his heart of hearts that he would be slaughtered if he ever met them in battle and it terrified him.

He sighed heavily. He didn't know what to do or who to turn to. He knew he had to study harder and spend every moment of free time he could practicing his spell work but he could already here Hermione and Ron's voices complaining about it. Maybe it wasn't worth the hassle, maybe when the time came he would get lucky and beat Voldemort again.

He finally found the bathroom and quietly slipped inside. He locked the door and sat on the toilet. He decided that he had no choice but to take his studies more serious and work harder at magic no matter how much Hermione or Ron complained about him not being around. Hell, he might even quit Quidditch if he had too. He smiled as he imagined the look on Ron's face when he dropped that bombshell. After sitting and thinking to himself for a long while he got up, pretended to wash his hands and opened the door back up to begin the long walk back down the hall to where his compartment was located.

He got about halfway down the train when he stopped because he heard a muffled scream and the sound of broken glass directly to his left. He wanted to open it and see what was going on but decided that it was none of his business and continued back down the train. It was probably just stupid first years anyways. Then the obvious scream of a girl hit his ears again so he decided to go check it out.

He walked to the compartment and took his wand out. He opened it as quietly as possible and stood shocked for a few seconds. Sitting in front of him was Malfoy with his hands up some girls skirt while Crabbe and Goyle held their hands over her mouth. They froze when he opened the door and Harry could see the tears streaming from the girls dazzling blue eyes.

"Potter! Want to join?" Malfoy slurred. Harry was disgusted but he could tell that Malfoy was obviously drunk off of something. He then spotted the broken vial on the floor and realized that it must be some type of potion. He immediately went into action and put all three boys in full body binds before levitating their bodies into the corridor. He hoped that somebody would find them there or that somebody would hear the commotion but for some reason he doubted it.

He slipped back into the door and sat across from the girl who had her head down and was trying to cry as quietly as she could. He wanted to say something but couldn't find the words so he reached out and tried to hold her hand hoping that it would comfort her. He was surprised when her hand flew up and met his face with a fierce smack that knocked his glasses askew.

"How did you know I wasn't enjoying myself Potter?" she slurred obviously drunk of the same potion that Malfoy and his cronies had taken. He never realized that potions could do this to people but then he thought of muggle drugs, and realized that it must not be too different. He laughed, and wizards thought themselves to be so superior.

"Don't laugh at me" she slurred again before swinging wildly at him again but this time Harry was ready and he grabbed her hand.

"Relax," he said forcefully, "I'm not laughing at you I'm just trying to help."

He felt her hand relax a little and immediately she jerked it away and buried her head into her hands and began sobbing again but before she could fully hide herself away he finally recognized her. It was weird, only because she was crying, but she was actually quite stunning. Her eyes blue eyes, usually piercing and cold, were now soft and lifeless. Her blonde hair, usually bright and proper, was now a mess and dull. He could not believe that the Syltherin Ice Queen Daphne Greengrass was sitting in front of him crying her eyes out.

"Daphne," he sighed heavily and was surprised when she looked up at him, "I don't know what is going on in your life but I'm sure it is not as bad as you think. If definitely not worth letting Malfoy and his cronies violate you."

"You don't know what you're talking about Potter! This is all your fault anyways. If you had just died when you were a stupid baby none of this would be happening to me" she screamed at him before trying to hit him over and over again.

Harry again sighed and got up to leave. Obviously the potions that this girl took had made her temporally crazy. How could whatever it was that was happening to her be his fault when he couldn't even remember holding a conversation with the girl.

He moved to slide open the door when a streak of light flew under his arm and locked the door. "Please don't go" she whispered so low that Harry barely heard her. Part of him wanted to just blow the door off and leave but he supposed that the ruckus that would cause along with her being drunk and Malfoy being knocked unconscious outside would be too much to explain, so he sat down.

She was quiet for a while and when she finally did look up she saw a sadness in her eyes that broke his heart a little. Nobody should ever be that sad.

She took a couple of deep breaths and spoke "I suppose I should dive right in. My father, Cyrus Greengrass, is one of Lord Voldemort's top Death Eaters and I have been sent to make you fall in love with me and then lead you to him so that he can use you in a ritual to gain his body back."