Disclaimer: I did not create the characters in my story

On the 5th year at Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, and Hermoine returned to a practically normal school. Their train ride over was just as normal as all the previous, with the exception of the second. They rode the same cabin, and had tons of candy and laughter. They learned from Hermoine that Snape had finally got the Defence of the Dark Arts job he wanted, and a new, unknown teacher had come to teach potions. Little did they know that this was the start of a year that was going to change their lives.

Now Harry was a really good person to be around. Sure he had friends, but he was mostly known for the lightning shaped mark on his forehead. Other friends were true friends, who didn't want to know him just to be famous, but because of the way he really was. Course he had his enemies, and he had one in paticular. His name was Draco Malfoy.

Now this year, Draco was quite angry at his chances at getting back at Potter for all the ways Potter made a fool out of him. So, he decided to ditch the reasonably dumb thugs of his: Crabbe and Goyle. Their reaction was quite expected.

"You're leaving us?"

"How could you after all those years?"

"Pipe down you filthy scum," yelled Malfoy, "you haven't done anything for me to make fun of Potter reasonable enough. Now I got two better thugs that could hit you if you don't go back to where you came from." The two new thugs weren't really noticable. They wore long, black robes that covered their whole bodies, like dementors. Their hidden demeanor was a frightful feature.

Muttering angrily, the two left.

Malfoy made a quick stop to the restroom before deciding to look for Potter to show him up with his new "friends." Even though he didn't know their names, he sure hoped they could outstage the old two.

When Malfoy came out of the restroom, he couldn't believe what his eyes where seeing. His two "friends" seemed to have grown shorter and more bulkier. They seemed to look awfully close to Crabbe and Goyle. Getting caught up in showing something new to Potter, he decided to

It was then Malfoy spotted Potter. "I'll get you this year Potter. Where it might be fighting, dueling, your dumb jokes, or maybe Quidditch. Speaking of Quidditch, this year, I got a Firebolt myself. That should even up the match, don't you say?"

"Shut up, Malfoy."

"What, you don't believe me? Why, I've go get it know and show you. It's in my bag here..."

As Malfoy reached into his bag, tons of tiny little shards fell out of his bag. A girlish scream was heard.