Disclaimers : All rights go to J. .

This takes place in sixth year, everything that happened in the five previous books will stay canon. The only things that will be staying from the sixth book are the potions lessons and the fact that Harry thinks Malfoy is a Death Eater.

(It includes a little bit of Ron and Hermione. (Sorry Rebecca))

P.S. I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes

Enjoy

"Harry?" Hermione whispered urgently as they sat down at the Gryffindor table for their sixth sorting ceremony. "Harry".
"What Hermione? What do you want? "Although his tone was harsh Hermione knew that he wasn't really angry with her, after all he had no reason to be.
"I just wanted to check that you're okay. You hardly said a word on the train, apart from mumbling about Malfoy and death eaters. "
"Well you know what I think but seeing as you still don't trust me, after five years and all we've been through together, I'll just have to keep my theory to myself. " Harry replied bluntly before focusing on a non-existing point on the opposite wall.
"That's hardly fair Harry, we're just saying that it's highly improbable that Malfoy is a Death Eater-" She would have launched herself into yet another explanation but she was interrupted by the start of the ceremony.
Throughout the sorting Harry found his eyes drifting from this non-existing point he seemed to find so fascinating to Draco Malfoy. No matter what Hermione said and pushing aside the thought that he could not remember the last time she had been wrong, Harry knew he was right: Malfoy had been turned into a Death Eater over the summer. It was a strange way to phrase it, Harry realized almost as if Malfoy had not wanted it. Off course Harry knew better, since the age of eleven Malfoy had wished for only two things, seeing Harry hurt or dead and following in his father's footsteps, which in a certain way added up to the same thing.
As Harry's eyes drifted to Malfoy again, he noticed the other boy staring at him, they made eye contact and for a second Harry held his breath but he quickly turned his eyes away as Malfoy sent him a death glare. That was weird, Harry was usually quite good at defying Malfoy, after all he had a lot of practice at it. So why had he looked away? Even stranger, why had Malfoy been staring at him in the first place? Harry shrugged it off; he was probably just plotting how to attempt killing him next.
All the first years seemed to have been sorted and the wonderful Hogwarts food would soon appear. Next to him, Harry heard Ron's stomach grumble and realized how hungry he was himself. A few moments later Harry was indeed brought back to reality with the arrival of food.
"Harry, food. Why aren't you eating? "Ron asked his mouth already full.
"Oh yeah, I'm starving actually. So when do you reckon our first Quidditch match will be?" Harry asked enthusiastically, glad the new school year had started, his optimism returning as he started eating his way through the mountain of food on the table. Looking back on the death glare Harry had received early, he realized that he was relieved; there were at least some things which never changed.

Draco knew that since last year he had started to develop a sort of unhealthy obsession over Harry Potter. Off course he had always hated Potter but he had had a lot of time to think about it over the summer and somehow hate did not seem the correct word to describe his feelings. However this realization had not prepared him to the way seeing Potter would make him feel. He had grown over the summer, he didn't look half-starved like some of the previous years and he had a nice tan. Why Draco realized all of this he did not know. It made him feel conscious of his own appearance, he was far too pale and this year he seemed to be the malnourished one. From across the hall he noticed Potter ignoring Granger as she started explaining something. During the ceremony Draco felt more than saw Potter looking at him, he looked up and sure enough he met Potter's eyes. He mustered all the hate he could and glared at the other boy, he was pleased to find Harry lowering his eyes as if he'd been caught doing something he should not have. Draco snickered but his victory was cut short as he noticed Pansy talking to him.

"Don't you think Draco? Draco, are you even listening to me?! I'm talking to you."
"No Pansy, I haven't been listening to a word you said. You've been talking at me, not to me. But don't bother repeating yourself; I'm sure I'll live without knowing whatever idiocy it was you wanted to tell me." Pansy starred at Draco for a few seconds, he raised an eyebrow defying her to argue with him, with a little cry she turned her back on him. Draco knew he would regret it later but it should at least keep her quite until the end of the feast. He sighted and risked a glance at Potter who was now eating and talking enthusiastically with his friends. Draco picked up his fork with a sigh to start eating but realized a really was not hungry.
"This is going to be a long year," he muttered to no one in particular before dropping his cutlery and resuming his monologue thoughts.

Back in the common room, Hermione started verbally attacking Harry again.
"Harry I think we need to talk. "
"Talk about what, Hermione? There's nothing to talk about." He sighted as he automatically rubbed his forehead.
"There's plenty to talk about Harry and you know it. I don't think you're right about Malfoy being a Death Eater but nevertheless I didn't like the way -"
"Look Hermione,' he interrupted gently, "I'm tired, I'm starting to get a headache. I'm going to go to bed, we can talk all you want tomorrow, OK?" He knew she just worried about him but right now he really could not take it. Hermione, however, wasn't about to give in that easily.
"But Harry -" This time she was interrupted by Ron.
"Hermione let the guy breath, he's right we ought to get going. "Harry silently thanked Ron as he hurried up the stairs to the comfort of his bed.
The dorm was empty; Dean, Seamus and Neville must have stayed in the common room to enjoy their first evening back. Harry flopped down on his bed and closed his eyes.
He missed Sirius, more than he cared to admit. He knew Hermione was also worried about that. He had heard that when someone you loved died it was important to talk about it, to let it go. He had not talked about it, yet. He did not want to let go. The rage that came with the grief every time he thought about Sirius, was one of the few things that kept him going, that made him want to fight.
Harry heard the door open and turned over onto his back.
"Hey, harry do you think we could start the DA again?" Ron asked as he got changed into his pyjamas and slipped into bed.
"No. "Was the only reply he got.
"Ah well, never mind. You'll probably be promoted to Quidditch Captain this is year? "
"Yeah, maybe. " Harry smiled. Talking to Ron was so simple. He loved Hermione and he would not change her for the world, but she could be a little too stressful.
"What do you think we'll get first period tomorrow? "
"Don't know, we've always had potions but we're not taking it this year."
"Yeah, we'll probably got lots of frees. It's going to be great." Ron smiled. "Well goodnight Harry." He said as the other three boys walked in.
Harry grunted an answer and jumped out of bed to get changed.
"Am I the only that noticed how good Malfoy looks this year? Especially with those cute worry lines he has on his forehead." Seamus asked very seriously, as he flopped down onto his bed.
"Dude! Please keep thoughts like that to yourself. "Dean grimaced, as Neville fell off his bed obviously startled by the comment.
"I bet you he's gay. Always so neat and clean and he obvious doesn't enjoy the company of girls. "continued Seamus completely ignoring Dean 's request.
"Well, you can't really blame him, I mean look at the girls in his house, he doesn't have the best options. "Neville replied sensibly.
Harry laughed with everyone else, but deep down he agreed with Seamus. Malfoy really wasn't bad looking, and with that thought Harry feel asleep.
Run. That was all he could think about. His legs hurt. His chest burn. Nothingness all around. He didn't dare look back. He knew what he would see: a mad man who resembled a snake and hundreds of savages dressed in black chasing him. He couldn't stop now. They would catch him and kill him. No he had to keep going. He spotted a faint light ahead. Someone was calling his name.
'Harry. Harry.' He knew that voice.
'Sirius!' He shouted attempting desperately to make his legs move faster despite the pain.
He felt a presence at his side, and a violent urge to see who it was. Malfoy. Suddenly Harry was falling. Falling through nothingness. There was nothing to hold on to and Sirius was gone. Just the terrifying sensation of falling.
Harry woke up sweating but safe in his bed. He felt a hand grab his arm and gently shake him.
"Harry, mate. You OK? "Ron asked sounding worried.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a nightmare, sorry." Harry said as he opened his eyes and lifted himself into a sitting position.
"You were screaming and shouting out for ..." Ron stopped mid-sentence looking worried.
"For who, Ron?" Harry pressed him.
"For Sirius. Maybe you should talk to Hermione about this." Ron said looking sheepish.
"No. It was just a dream. I'm fine. The others are already gone we should probably get ready." Harry said as he got out of bed.