The story takes place in the 7th year, Harry's returning to Hogwarts, he hasn't defeated Voldemort just yet...
Harry's p.o.v.
Hogwarts, it's strange to think of it as a home, seeing the mass amount of people wandering there. Still, it's the only home I've ever known.
"Harry?? Harry??"
"Yes, Mione?" She's always worried about me, even now, I haven't seen her for 2 months, but she still knows something's wrong.
"Where are your thoughts lately?"
"Dunno" I replied, lying, as usual. I can't remember the last time I told her the truth. I guess it's that long. She looked at me, knowing that I once again lied. She said nothing more, I don't know why.
The hours past, as the train went forward, onwards towards the only home I've ever known. Ron said nothing, Hermione said nothing. It's strange like that, I feel most comfortable with my best friends when they say nothing at all.
"Harry?" This time it was Ron, waking me up from my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I replied, like nothing was wrong.
"We're almost there, you need to get dressed."
"Right" I said, noticing that my two friends already got dressed. For a moment I wondered on when they did this. Not for long though. Because as Ron said, we actually were almost there.
I got dressed with enormous speed I might add!! And we finally arrived at the doorstep of my home. Yes, my home.
The traditional stuff passed, the entering of the castle, the sorting hat, sorting EVERY little new kid, the food. But somehow, it was different. The mood, the people, it didn't affect me one little bit. It might seem like I don't know many things, but once again, I don't know why. Being the prefect that I was chosen to be this year, me and 'Moine showed the 'new ones' the Griffendor Tower. We heard some "oe's" and "ah's". I wished Ron and 'Mione goodnight and went to my own little room. One of the few perks of being a prefect.
The room I got was well…perfect! In the middle of the room was a giant bed which had the colours of Griffendor, it had a window that faced the quidditch area a small table with two chairs a closet and two doors. One led to the bathroom, which contained a massive tub, a shower and fortunately a toilet!
The other door led into…well…nothing. When I opened it, all I saw was a whole lot of white light. My mind was racing, should I or should I not go in there, against everything anybody with an ounce of brain would tell me to do, I went in. The only thought comforting me was: Dumbledore wouldn't want me to get hurt, so if this would be dangerous, he wouldn't put it in my room. All other thoughts, seemed to be irrational to me, at least at that time.
The room went on and on and on. I finally gave up and wanting to turn back. However when I turned, the door was gone. And I don't just mean: oh my god, I am totally lost, I should be blond and have the I.Q. of a monkey lost. I wandered forever, well maybe a few hours, but it still felt like forever.
Draco's P.O.V.
Damn it, Damn it, Damn it. As if my life isn't hard enough. Why did that stupid old wizard made me a prefect? As if I didn't had a hard enough time as it was. Being the Dark Lords favourite Death Eater, well I am not just yet a Death Eater but soon I will be if my father get's his ways, meaning I soon will be a Death Eater. And of course there will always be that other little thing standing in my way, Harry.
Yea I said Harry. I still can't believe it's Harry now, instead of Potter. It hasn't been for quite some time. Ever since he looked at me with those fierce emerald eyes. I felt he went right through me soul…oh Fuck. I did it again. Every time I think of Har- Potter I do this to myself. Well that's a Malfoy to you, never quits.
So where was I? Even in my head I lose count of events as my thoughts go wondering of to the boy who just wouldn't die (sorry I read this in an other fanfic…and I just loved it!!).
After Dumbledore made his INCREDABLY BORING SPEACHS, really I don't know how that man manages to make his speech even more boring then the last one I DON'T KNOW! But he pulls it off anyway. Where was I? O yes, Dumbledore. After this I showed the new Slytherin young ones their new home, I went to my new room.
Even though I don't like Dumbeldore. He's gone and done it now. He made my room exactly like it should be. Every ting I need. Including Lubricant, which I KNOW I shall need. Sometimes, you've got to hand it to the man, he does know what the young minds want.
I lied on my bed for approximately 3 hours when an other door appeared in my room. My curiosity got the best of me. I opened it, but all I could see was light. A lot of white light. Even though every little fibber in my being told me not to go in there, well I did.
I walked for hours, well maybe a few minutes, but still it seemed like hours. When I heard a scream somewhere. Even though all my Death Eater genes screamed: LET IT GO. I still went.
"Ha- Potter?" I looked directly at the messy haired Gryffindor in front of me.