I know I said I would try and post this chapter up sooner, but I've been VERYVERYVERY busy with schoolwork. Sorry!!!!!
Thank you to all that have reviewed. 52! Thanks again. Well, you wanted it, so here it is.
The Death of the Dursleys
Chapter five
A Little ... Accident
Harry smiled again at Darcy and said, "So, has Hermione filled you with the full history of Hogwarts yet?"
"No, but my mother has told me many things. She came here. I think this is where my father came to, but my mother does not speak about him much."
Hermione leant over and whispered into Harry's ear, "They split up nine years ago. I think he had an affair or something."
"Oh. So Darcy, er, um..." said Harry, not sure what to say next. "Do you often go to wizard camp?"
"No." he replied. "This was my first year. And there I met my lovely little sugarplum."
Harry tried to stifle a laugh. Hermione wasn't a very 'sugarplumish' girl. In fact, she was more of a sugar lump. Harry had noticed her getting slightly fatter over the holidays.
He turned to look at her and she smiled, going slightly pink.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" asked Harry hoping that he would not say Gryfindor, as the dorm wasn't that big.
"No. I heard that Ravenclaw isn't that bad. Hey, Hermione, what house are you in?"
"Me? Oh, me, Harry and my other best friend Ron; we're all in Gryfindor. It's the best by far. Slytherin is just crap. You-Know-Who was in Slytherin. Any wizard who went bad and came from Hogwarts was always in Slytherin."
Once they had entered platform 9 and 3 quarters, they heard a shout.
"Hey, Harry!"
Harry spun round to see all the Weasleys coming over.
"Hi Ron Ginny Fred George Mrs Weasley Mr Weasley," said Harry in one long breath. "Is Percy working?"
"No," said Mr Weasley. "He lost his job."
"Why?" gasped Hermione. "What did he do?"
"Well, the Ministry is having a bit of a problem. Everyone is being told to go after You-Know-Who by Dumbledore, but Fudge is telling them all to stay. Anyway, Percy got in a bit of an argument with Poltic Mure, the Deputy Minister. He wanted to go out looking for You-Know-Who but Mure was saying he had to follow Fudge's orders. In the end he was reported to Fudge and sacked. Now he's away on Dumbledore' orders." Said Mr Weasley.
""Hmm," said Hermione. "Fudge isn't giving him a very fair deal. Maybe I shou..."
"Hermione, not again," said Harry. "What is it going to be this time, S.P.E.V.I.B? Stop Pretending Everyone, Voldemort Is Back? Don't mess with important stuff like this Hermione, we have to just get on with our lives!"
"Harry..."began Hermione, but he interrupted her again.
"Just zip it Hermione! I don't want to know."
Hermione walked off, pulling her trunk behind her. She started pushing with all her might to get it onto the Hogwarts Express, and then Darcy ran up and helped her.
Harry looked at him and thought, 'Filthy bastard. Smarting up to Hermione like that. She should be standing here, with Ron, and me. Oh no... Shit! I'm in love with my best friend.'
Harry looked around, trying to find something that would take his mind of things. Finding nothing sufficiently interesting, Harry started trying to get his trunk onto the Hogwarts Express.
Suddenly, there was a shout, a thud, and a high pitched scream.
"Hermione," mumbled Harry, dumping his trunk and running onto the platform.
Hermione was standing there, looking onto the rails where Darcy lay. But something happened to Darcy. Something Harry had seen happen before, and he had done it himself.
~*Flashback*~
Then, before Harry's very eyes, the face of the man on the floor began to change. The scars were disappearing, the skin was becoming smooth; the mangled nose became whole, and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled grey hair was withdrawing into the scalp, and turning the colour of straw. Suddenly, with a loud clunk the wooden leg fell away as a normal leg regrew in it's place; next moment, the magical eyeball had popped out of the man's face as a real eye replaced it; it rolled away across the floor and continued to swivel in every direction.
Harry saw a man lying before him, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with a mop of fair hair. He knew who he was. He had seen him in Dumbledore's Pensieve, had watched him being led away from court by the Dementors, trying to convince Mr Crouch that he was innocent ... but he was lined around the eyes now, and looked much older...
~*End Flashback*~
Only this time it wasn't Barty Crouch Jnr. It was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
And then the a clock started chiming eleven, and the train began to move...
Oh no! Will he live (unlikely) or will he die (probably)? To find out I need to get more reviews, or I won't continue. Also, in your reviews could you tell me if I should kill Malfoy or not. Thank you to all those that have reviewed so far. Chapter 6 will be up soon (I hope!)
Thank you to all that have reviewed. 52! Thanks again. Well, you wanted it, so here it is.
The Death of the Dursleys
Chapter five
A Little ... Accident
Harry smiled again at Darcy and said, "So, has Hermione filled you with the full history of Hogwarts yet?"
"No, but my mother has told me many things. She came here. I think this is where my father came to, but my mother does not speak about him much."
Hermione leant over and whispered into Harry's ear, "They split up nine years ago. I think he had an affair or something."
"Oh. So Darcy, er, um..." said Harry, not sure what to say next. "Do you often go to wizard camp?"
"No." he replied. "This was my first year. And there I met my lovely little sugarplum."
Harry tried to stifle a laugh. Hermione wasn't a very 'sugarplumish' girl. In fact, she was more of a sugar lump. Harry had noticed her getting slightly fatter over the holidays.
He turned to look at her and she smiled, going slightly pink.
"What house do you think you'll be in?" asked Harry hoping that he would not say Gryfindor, as the dorm wasn't that big.
"No. I heard that Ravenclaw isn't that bad. Hey, Hermione, what house are you in?"
"Me? Oh, me, Harry and my other best friend Ron; we're all in Gryfindor. It's the best by far. Slytherin is just crap. You-Know-Who was in Slytherin. Any wizard who went bad and came from Hogwarts was always in Slytherin."
Once they had entered platform 9 and 3 quarters, they heard a shout.
"Hey, Harry!"
Harry spun round to see all the Weasleys coming over.
"Hi Ron Ginny Fred George Mrs Weasley Mr Weasley," said Harry in one long breath. "Is Percy working?"
"No," said Mr Weasley. "He lost his job."
"Why?" gasped Hermione. "What did he do?"
"Well, the Ministry is having a bit of a problem. Everyone is being told to go after You-Know-Who by Dumbledore, but Fudge is telling them all to stay. Anyway, Percy got in a bit of an argument with Poltic Mure, the Deputy Minister. He wanted to go out looking for You-Know-Who but Mure was saying he had to follow Fudge's orders. In the end he was reported to Fudge and sacked. Now he's away on Dumbledore' orders." Said Mr Weasley.
""Hmm," said Hermione. "Fudge isn't giving him a very fair deal. Maybe I shou..."
"Hermione, not again," said Harry. "What is it going to be this time, S.P.E.V.I.B? Stop Pretending Everyone, Voldemort Is Back? Don't mess with important stuff like this Hermione, we have to just get on with our lives!"
"Harry..."began Hermione, but he interrupted her again.
"Just zip it Hermione! I don't want to know."
Hermione walked off, pulling her trunk behind her. She started pushing with all her might to get it onto the Hogwarts Express, and then Darcy ran up and helped her.
Harry looked at him and thought, 'Filthy bastard. Smarting up to Hermione like that. She should be standing here, with Ron, and me. Oh no... Shit! I'm in love with my best friend.'
Harry looked around, trying to find something that would take his mind of things. Finding nothing sufficiently interesting, Harry started trying to get his trunk onto the Hogwarts Express.
Suddenly, there was a shout, a thud, and a high pitched scream.
"Hermione," mumbled Harry, dumping his trunk and running onto the platform.
Hermione was standing there, looking onto the rails where Darcy lay. But something happened to Darcy. Something Harry had seen happen before, and he had done it himself.
~*Flashback*~
Then, before Harry's very eyes, the face of the man on the floor began to change. The scars were disappearing, the skin was becoming smooth; the mangled nose became whole, and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled grey hair was withdrawing into the scalp, and turning the colour of straw. Suddenly, with a loud clunk the wooden leg fell away as a normal leg regrew in it's place; next moment, the magical eyeball had popped out of the man's face as a real eye replaced it; it rolled away across the floor and continued to swivel in every direction.
Harry saw a man lying before him, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with a mop of fair hair. He knew who he was. He had seen him in Dumbledore's Pensieve, had watched him being led away from court by the Dementors, trying to convince Mr Crouch that he was innocent ... but he was lined around the eyes now, and looked much older...
~*End Flashback*~
Only this time it wasn't Barty Crouch Jnr. It was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
And then the a clock started chiming eleven, and the train began to move...
Oh no! Will he live (unlikely) or will he die (probably)? To find out I need to get more reviews, or I won't continue. Also, in your reviews could you tell me if I should kill Malfoy or not. Thank you to all those that have reviewed so far. Chapter 6 will be up soon (I hope!)