Chapter 2 hope you all like it!

When they boarded the train, a flash of the blonde locks reminded him of the other day. A sinking feeling overcame him, and he knew something had to be going on. If there really wasn't anything up with Malfoy, I would be best to find out sooner than later.

They got into their compartment and shut the door. Quickly, Harry cast a muffliato charm and his friends cocked their eyebrows.

"Guys, I don't know what's up but remember Malfoy yesterday? I know this is crazy, but what if he's been contacted by the dark lord?" His friends looked less worried and more pitiful.

"Look, Harry I know this is a hard time for you but his family isn't exactly... light. So it makes sense that he's in a dark arts store." Ron said. Hermione nodded. Oh great. Even Hermione agrees with Ron.

"I'm telling you. I feel like something isn't right here. Remember when you guys didn't believe me before? About Voldemort's return?" Harry says with increasing volume. The two look down in shame.

"Okay, Harry. If you're right, why don't you at least find out?" Hermione chirps up. Why must I do everything? Harry thought, half-wanting them to help him with the task. He sat and tried to think of a way to find out this information. Then it hit him. He left the compartment mumbling that he was going to find out. He snuck his way to his trunk, careful not to let anyone see him and he grabbed his cloak of invisibility. Quickly, he threw it over himself, and having seen where Draco's compartment was, he crouched outside and waited for the trolly of goodies to come around. When his compartment opened, he snuck in at the last moment on a surge of adrenaline.

"-and so my father says I can be a death eater and earn my rank. Insane right? I can't believe the dark lord touched my face and said I was the key to winning the war. Can't believe it's that easy that all I have to do is kill an old man." Draco bragged to his fellow Slytherins, trying to seem nonchalant but giving away that he was petrified. Harry nearly gasped. He must be talking about Dumbledore. This is worse than I thought.

"Wow, and he touched your face while saying that? I'd shit myself if he did that." Blaise remarked, shivering.

"Eloquent, Zabini. I'm sure you'd be a mighty fine death eater." Draco said, checking his nails. Harry felt a sneeze coming on and had a mini heart attack. Maybe he should have dusted off his cloak. He pinched his nose so hard he thought it might fall off, and luckily his efforts were not in vain.

"Do you even have the balls to do it though? I mean, the man has been nothing but kind." Pansy chimed in. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Must you, Parkinson? Don't you think I'm having a hard enough time with it already?" For once, Draco actually looked vulnerable, but then pretended to faint dramatically. Harry had a feeling that he really did have a hard time with this despite his facade.

"Good riddance." said Goyle. "He give me the creeps." Probably the occlumency, Harry thought. Suddenly, the train slowed and Harry slipped and banged his foot slightly on the back of the booth. Draco picked up on that. He narrowed his eyes around the room, as if he could see the perpetrator.

"Is someone in our compartment?" He warily asked. They chuckled but Draco was still on guard.

"Obviously someone is in our compartment. Us?" Pansy said matter of factly. Vincent and Gregory laughed.

"No. I have a keen sense of hearing, Pansy. Someone else is in here." Blaise gulped and the rest of them looked like they still weren't on board. They all looked to the empty spots and reached out. Greg hit Harry on the side and he yelped in pain. His location had been given away.

the cloak slowly slid down and everyone's eyes widened in surprise. Harry sheepishly smiled and ducked his head in embarrassment and fear. Draco blushed profusely, realizing what he had just heard.

"How long have you been in here, Potter!?" Draco exclaimed. Harry Turned multiple shades of red.

"Only long enough to h-hear th-that you're a death eater! congrats? I saw you at the dark arts store and just-" Harry was cut off.

"POTTER I DON'T CARE! How did you even get in here? MY FATHER WILL HEAR OF THIS!" Draco was flushed and obviously more angry than embarrassed now. Harry closed his eyes as he was hit with a stupefy and a fist connected with his nose, possibly breaking it in the process. He didn't have time to evaluate if it was, though, because he was already unconscious.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked as they left their compartment. Ron shrugged.

"He's probably already at the ceremony. I think he's mad at us anyway." Ron guessed. Hermione nodded and shook off the feeling of worry. They left the train.

Harry woke up groggier than ever, in a really uncomfortable position. The last thing he remembered was Draco stunning him and punching him in the face, which hurt severely right about now. He started to get frantic as he came to, realizing that he needed to be at the ceremony right now, and the train might leave before he can get the chance to get off.

"Help me! Please! Help! I'm stuck! Help!" Harry cried. He almost started to cry. Why did I get myself into this. Oh God, what if they took my cloak! Harry was desperate, screaming, crying, jiggling around. Finally, he heard the lock on the trunk being unlatched and he jumped out. He was breathing so hard he had to catch his breath. Finally, he turned and looked at his rescuer. It was Tonks.

"Oh thank you." He hugged the woman, shivering in her arms. He couldn't stop saying thank you to the woman, obviously traumatized. He hated small spaces. It was like being in the cupboard but a million times worse.

"You better get going." said Nymphadora. Before Harry left, she grabbed his arm.

"Who did this to you?" She asked with concern. Harry was touched but really needed to get going.

"Malfoy, but it's actually my fault. Don't worry I really did start it. Thank you though." Harry told her. She looked slightly relieved. Harry shrunk his trunk, put it in is pocket, and ran to the compartment Draco was in. He felt around the floor and the booths and eventually found the invisible fabric, and it was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. He ran to the entrance and made his way to the Grand Hall for the opening feast.

He made just in time. He found his friends who were looking all around for him, and took a seat beside them.

"Harry, Harry where were you?" Hermione asked first.

"We thought you were here, mate." Ron said with a look of sorriness.

"Guys, I found out something... something big. We need to talk about it later." Harry looked over his shoulder at Draco,and the blonde's icy eyes pierced his soul. He shivered. He wanted an escape to all of this. He wanted to not be the one responsible for everyone's lives, but everyone keeps telling him he's the only one that can do it. Obviously, he can't. He couldn't save Sirius, he couldn't save Cedric. And something about this is telling him he won't be able to do it this time either.

They watched as the first years got sorted. People cheered when someone got into their house. Harry, though, was too consumed by this to get involved. His friends looked worried for him. How could these people cheer when no one was safe in any house? He wanted to leave. He wanted to stop all of this. He wanted to end it. End his suffering. He knew he couldn't, because he needed to save the day, but, he thought, maybe that's too much for him. It's been too much for him this whole time, but he has to keep failing, over, and over again. He looked back at the blonde, deep sadness apparent in his eyes. Draco, for a second, faltered. Soon, however, he put back on his arrogant facade and looked away, crossing his arms. Harry felt hopeless, defeated.

They had their feast and Harry barely touched his food, pushing what helpings he took around on the plate, having a few bites of the potatoes and peas absent mindedly.

"Mate, we gotta talk about this... is it like last time?" Ron asked Harry. He nodded, pushing around the mess on his plate further.

"Let's go to the room of requirements." Hermione suggested. Harry mumbled an ok, and the three left and once. Draco, having seen there mysterious departure, made the impulsive decision to trail them. He followed them to a wall which they paced in front of while mumbling and suddenly, there was a door. Draco's eyebrows raised and he was admittedly impressed. He watched them go inside and he wasn't fool enough to follow them inside the hidden room. Instead, he cast a quick sonorus, and he could hear muffled voices from within.

"-that git! Of course he's in on it. I'm so sorry we didn't believe you, Harry." An angry Hermione said. Harry said nothing, obviously used to it. Draco scoffed. So, Harry knew all about this. Draco needed to see Snape at once.