Harry slowly walked down the seemingly endless line of carriages trying to find one that was empty. He needed somewhere where he could think, that's all The-boy-who-lived needed, i place to think. He would sit with his friends but he didn't want them to see him for the boy they had know as Harry James Potter was gone. His once shining emerald green eyes, where now dull and lifeless. His hair was never neat but know all people could call it where rags.
The reason for this change was the death of his godfather, the death of his last true link to his parents.
"Sirius" his voice was horse from weeks if silence and crying, the Dursleys had left the boy to his own devices. That was except petunia, she worried about her nephew. She admits she was jealous of her sister but when she had heard the news of her sisters untimely demise she swore that she would never let that happen to this boy. She gave the boy meals saying that she had cooked to much so he had to eat it for she hated to waste food.
Back to know and Harry's thoughts where pulled away from finding a spare cabin when he heard a too far similar sound screams. Harry dropped his luggage where he stood and pulled out his wand ready for whatever horror awaited him. He followed his ears until he found the source of the screams. But what he did not expect was to hear the voice of the one person he detested more than anyone else
"DRACO"