As the sun beamed on Harry's cheeks he softly said to Ron, " Why is it that every time I am faced with Death I win?" Well I guess its cuz of scar. Well I'm sick of it Harry murmured to himself. You know sometimes I wish I wasn't so special or that people think so highly of me. Well, said Ron, u could just not be so good and then people wouldn't think of u so highly. I guess your right, but we need a plan. Well, we could do what I have always wanted to do, said Ron with a crazed look in his eyes. What, Harry wondered. We could just jump Draco Malfloy and then you will be cured. Sounds good to me. As they slid the door opened to there own compartment they began to look for malfloy. When they slid open the door of the sixth compartment the saw him. Any with out any remorse they began to pound and pound his head into the floor the screaming of Draco attracted attention, Hermoine and Neville pulled Harry off of Draco, of course by this time he was covered in blood, and laid there unconscious on the floor. Harry just looked at him and realized that the guy they just beat up was not Draco, but a first year.