Sometime in 2014
Sooo..after years of excessivly reading Dramione fanfictions, I finally decided to write one myself. So far it's not much, buuuut I'm working on it. I'm not really sure where this story will take me, but we'll see.
I'm actually not a native english speaker which you will probably realize after a few sentences, but my english is quite good and I somehow don't like to write in german anymore, soo.. I'm writing in a language that isn't my own. Crazy!
Since this is my first fanfiction, I would love some constructive critism, so feel free to review ;)
I really wish I owned Harry Potter buuuut I dont. Sadly.
May 2018
Okay, for anyone just now getting to read my marvellous start of a fantastic fanfiction: Hey there.
I want to warn everyone, I am not the most consistent uploader, I have just started uploading again after abandoning this story for three years. But bear with me! I know these first few chapters especially are a little hard to get through. I tend to mostly write dialogues. Buuuut it does get better. I feel like my later chapters, have improved somewhat from when I started back in 2014. So please, if you have any tips, critiques, suggestions feel free to tell me! I will redo the first few chapter in some time, since I have a lot more filling to do there, nothing that will change the story at all though and those changes will only start when I complete the story. I know exactly where I am going with the story but it is really hard to get all my thoughts down on paper. I thank you all for your initial interest and just clicking on this story.
I promise you, you wont be disappointed by the story. There is a lot of drama that is going to unfold.
And now I will let you get to reading. If you want to.
Have fun!
Sixth year. Starting tomorrow.
Wow. I mean, can time go by any faster? I still remember the moment I got my Hogwarts letter. How come, it's the night before my sixth year already?
Lying wide awake in my bed, I thought about all that has happened the previous years.
We've been through so much and still the dark times lay in front of us.
The war is coming and as the best friend of the famous Harry Potter and part of the `Golden Trio´ I'd be right in the middle of it.
Merlin, help us!
The anxiety that I've known for quite some time now, slowly crept up to me.
It has always been there, with all our adventures, but since the second rise of Volde-, I couldn't bring myself to even think the name! I've said it a few times but the days are getting darker and the fear is growing.
Anyways, since the second rise of You-Know-Who, this anxiety has become a much bigger part of my life. Always lurking in the back of my head, trying to get the best of me. I see it in the eyes of every person I meet. No one is save from it. It is everywhere. Especially since the massive Break-Out from Azkaban.
Everyone tries to hide it, tries to suppress it, but it's always there. Always.
But there is also hope. Hope that mostly lies on Harry.
How he can cope with the pressure is beyond me.
It's just so much everybody expects him to do. Sayve the world, fight against the greatest, dark wizard of our time.
Piece of cake!
It's not tat i don't believe in him. I do! He's always been great, but he is still sixteen. And still in school.
Warmth and love filled my body at the thought of Hogwarts. Tomorrow I'll finally get back to the safest place on earth. Not that I didn't feel save at the Burrow, but Hogwarts is Hogwarts.
A loud snore startled me.
Smiling I watched Ginny turn over in her bed. I should really try to get so sleep as well but I just couldn't stop my thoughts.
Sunlight. Where is that coming from? Groaning I roll away from the light, trying to go back to sleep.
Hah, so it seems I did get to sleep last night! Not much I'm afraid but hell, I'm not complaining. With war looming over us I'm happy for any second I can escape in dreams.
„Wake up, Honey!" , Mrs. Weasley's voice fully woke me up, „You need to get up now or we won't get to the station in time! Breakfast is ready in the kitchen!"
Slowly I sat up. The Burrow was abuzz with everyone trying to get ready in time.
As I walked in the kitchen, now fully dressed and a little more awake, I was greeted with a weird sight.
Everyone was ready and calmly eating their breakfast. No last-minute-packing, or hectic search for anything. So it actually did pay off to get everything ready last night.
I took my seat next to Ron, something steering inside my stomach. I tried not to think about it, but this happened every time I was around him.
After a nice breakfast we all got up and went outside, where the Ministry cars were already waiting.
The ride to the King's Cross station was rather short and we actually got there with some extra time.
I smiled at Mrs. Weasley with whom I thought of this schedule and she smiled warmly back at me. Why we never did it like this before, was beyond me.
Arriving at the platform, the Aurors tried to push us through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. They really weren't nice at all, but as long as they were there to protect us I wouldn't complain.
Harry seemed to think otherwise, as I saw him pull his arm out of the Aurors grasp and spat something at him.
So the pressure and lack of quiet and privacy DID get to him.
Well, he was in a bad mood since we got back from Diagon Alley and our little trip to Nocturn Alley.
How can he be that convinced that Malfoy was a Deatheater? He was bad, mean and overall not worth anything, sure. But a Deatheater? At sixteen? Yeah right.
But Harry insisted on his speculation, but it is absurd, isn't it?
Bidding everyone Goodbye, Ron and I had to make our way to the Perfects' compartment.
Aparrently we were the first to get there. Excited to be with Ron alone for a moment, I wanted to start a Conversation. But Ron just searched for a nice seat to slouch himself on and take out some of the food, Mrs. Weasley gave us for the ride.
Yeah, how these Butterflies get alive every time I'm near to HIM, is something I'll probably never understand.
„Sooo, Ron…", I was interrupted by the slam of the compartment door.
Turning around, I saw Malfoys standing in the doorway.
His blond hair was messy, his tie undone and he looked like he just got up.
This was not something you see often, though he had the reputation to fit this look.
Many girls were swooning over him, not me of course. But I could understand what all the fuzz was about. He wasn't bad looking. He filled out in all the right places the last few years, and you could see that it all was pure muscles underneath his uniform. Also his grey eyes held an intensity in them that could make a girl do anything. Though he only looked at me with his eyes filled with intense hatred. But I never look at him any different so we're even that way.
While I was analyzing him, a sneer came across his face.
„Like what you see, Granger?" He raised his eyebrow at me in the most arrogant way possible for mankind.
Well, there is this body, which I honestly have to say is pretty hot, but then there's this.
His personality.
„I was just wondering if I packed my insect spray. I really don't like cockroaches."
His sneer deepened and he opened his mouth to reply with what I assume to be some really bad words, though nothing original, but Ron spoke up.
His face as red as always when Malfoy was around.
„Why don't you just go to Azkaban, to your Daddy, where you belong?"
Malfoy's face darkened and I could almost feel the rage coming from him.
But before he could say anything more, the other perfects came in. A crowd had never stopped him before though, so I was rather taken aback.
Why would Malfoy stay under the radar?
The whistle blew and the train started its journey to the north.
The meeting was as boring as always, the only important thing was the schedule for the rounds.
I would have to do rounds with Ron every wednesday evening. I had hoped for an evening on the weekend but they were given to the seventh year perfects since that's the time most people are found out of bed.
The rest of the train ride was spent with Harry, Ron, Neville and Luna in another compartment. That was until Harry decided to go spy on Malfoy.
I was a little worried but have you ever tried to talk Harry out of something? It's just impossible.
Though when he didn't come back by the time the train came to a stop in Hogsmead, Harry still hadn't come back.
And he was nowhere to be found on the platform. I had a really bad feeling. What if something happened to him?
Malfoy had already left in one of the carriages and we were some of the last people on the platform.
Ron pulled me to the carriages, saying that Harry probably alreadys was at the feast and that we should get going or else all the good food would be gone.
Typical for him to only think of food, when his best friend was missing.
I gave in and followed everyone to the carriages, still worried and still looking for any sign of my other best friend.
When he wasn't at the Gryffindor table, I was ready to go back to the train and search every damn compartment!
Dumbledore had just started the feast and Ron was halfway through the first course, when suddenly the doors opened and a bloody Harry entered. He literally had blood all over his face!
He sat down between Ginny and me and wanted to start eating. What the hell!?
„WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!? I was worried sick! Why do you have blood all over yourself!?"
He looked confused. I shook my head, sometimes he really wasn't the fastest.
I cleaned up his face with a simple spell and then waited for him to tell me what happened.
At my expectant face, he only shook his head, signaling he would tell us later.
His eyes shot to the Slytherin table, landing on Malfoy who looked a little taken aback. What was that about?
But Harry didn't answer any questions. We ate mostly in silence and then listened to Dumbledores speech which as every year warned us to be careful and encouraged us to promote house unity.
He also announced a lot of new restrictions. This couldn't come as a surprise to anyone considering what was going on in the world, but there were still many people outraged at the new curfew.
When we finally got to the common room, Harry, Ron and I sat down in a quiet corner listening to Harry tell us what happened to him on the train.
„So Malfoy told the others that You-Know-Who had an assignment for him? But, Harry, don't you think he maybe just wanted to brag in front of his friends? I mean, he must've really sunk in their eyes since his father is in jail and all. Maybe he just…I don't know. But I still don't believe that You-Know-Who would make a sixteen-year-old a Deatheater."
„But we don't know what Voldemort would or wouldn't do! I'm positive that Malfoy is a Deatheater! He took his father's place!"
I really doubted this, but I didn't want Harry to get even more upset. With everything going on I had to cut him some slack.
„I don't know. I really can't imagine it to be true, but we really can't know. Let's just keep an eye on Malfoy the next few month. Maybe we will get to know anything." This seemed to calm Harry down a bit.
„Yeah. Let's just do that. But I will keep an really close eye on him." Of course, he wouldn't just let this go. But as long as he didn't get himself in danger it would be okay.
„We should go to bed. This year will be hard enough without all this war business. It's sixth year. There will be so much homework and you're Captain of the Quidditchteam, Harry. Why don't we try to focus on these things as long as we still can? War is coming anyway. And don't get me wrong, I want to be prepared! But we should wait for your first meeting with Dumbledore. See what that is all about."
Harry didn't look convinced but didn't protest either.
I hugged them both Goodnight, these dumb butterflies coming back when I embraced Ron.
Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why couldn't we have a normal life?
I couldn't go to sleep for hours after that. All the other girls in my dorm were fast asleep. Snoring or talking in their sleep, all probably far away in some dream, but I lay awake for another night, contemplating Harry's obsession with the idea of Malfoy being a Deatheater.
What if he was right? What would that mean for Malfoy? I don't think that he would want this. Not at this age. And to be honest, he may be a foul, gruesome, little ferret, but I don't think he would have it in himself to kill or seriously harm someone. While thinking of dark marks, war and Malfoy I drifted into a light sleep.