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Hello guys, thanks for reading!!! This is my very first english fan fiction so please forgive me if my language is rather simple sometimes.
The second seventh year
Harry Potter was sitting, his head leaned against the window, in one of the recent compartments of the Hogwarts Express. Ginny was sitting next to him, holding his hand gently. She, too, was starring out of the window while Luna and Neville had a simple conversation neither Harry or Ginny were listening to.
Harry was lost in his thoughts and he had a light and somehow sad smile on his lips. It was a rather odd feeling to be back in the Hogwarts Express, back like nothing had happened.
When he had entered Platform Nine and Three-Quarters this morning there had been the same scarlet steam engine, the chatting crowd and all the cats and owls in their cages. The last three or four times he had been there he already had been used to it.
Now the whole scene appeared to him as impressive as it was in his firs year. It still was hard to belief that Tom Riddle had gone forever and the people finally were able to live their lives again without fear and black despair.
Of course not everything was the same. You could see in the other students' faces that all of them had suffered under the cruel regime of the dark Lord, everyone in his own way.
By looking at Neville the difference was quite obvious. His hair was longer than usual and he didn't look that well-behaved anymore. There were just a few scars left from the punishment of his last year at Hogwarts, and his facial features were etiolated. He looked much more grown up now.
In a strange way he looked better than ever, Harry thought. And in all the years ha hadn't seen him that happy. Neville had told him the reason therefore. He always wanted his parents to be proud of him and now, after he fought so brave in the war, they definitely would be! Maybe another factor was that he philandered pretty obvious with Luna who doesn't seem uninterested.
The reason they all were there again was that the ministry of magic had decided to offer the students the possibility to repeat the last year so their education wouldn't be afflicted by the dark regime.
As a matter of cause not every one of Harry's classmates returned. He hadn't seen nearly half of the Slytherins yet (maybe because after all he was a Gryffindor and they wouldn't come for him to salute…).
At that moment, Ginny squeezed his hand slightly.
'What is it?' he asked without looking up.
'Malfoy…' Ginny simply answered. Harry sat up.
'Where?' he wanted to know.
'He just went by.' Harry was puzzled. Draco Malfoy usually isn't the type of just ignoring Harry Potters.
'He just went by?' he asked skeptically.
'Well, he hesitated when he saw you, but then he went on.' Ginny replied patiently. With that she leaned against her boyfriend's shoulder and closed her eyes. He felt comfortable and save with her, just like it must be to have caring and loving family.
He looked to the compartment's door. A few Slytherins that were one year younger than Harry were passing by. That reminded him of Malfoy.
'So, Malfoy returns to Hogwarts, even if no one of his friends did come back. What does that mean? Something's wrong there!' Harry thought to himself and slowly leaned against the window once more.
What Ginny didn't tell her boyfriend was that there had been a very, very interesting expression on Malfoy's face. Something like delight when he first saw Harry and then…jealousy??