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A.N. Soooo two in one day aren't you surprised and bewildered?

Chapter 7

Harry spent the rest of the trip to Hogwarts trying to remember how to be himself. He joked and talked about Quidditch, a pleasant look plastered on his face. When Ron and Hermione tried to ask him what Draco had wanted with him, he simply ignored their question and asked them one of his own. He was able to play this part well and fooled everyone who came into the train compartment into believing there was nothing wrong with him. Except for Ron.

During the trip Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Cho Chang visited the trio. Harry laughed along with them and even cracked a couple of jokes that caused Neville to fall out of his chair and Fred to slap his back. Nobody noticed that Harry was quiet more than was usual, or that tears sometimes glassed over his green eyes. He always hid it.

Finally the train pulled into the platform and the usual hussle and bussle of getting out filled everybody's thoughts. Nobody noticed that Harry had slipped into a corner of the train. He was hidden from view though he could see everybody move. Since he had his robe on, he couldn't reach his stomach without lifting it up. He had to do it fast.

He slipped the razor blade he had cut himself with earlier out of his pocket and rolled back his sleeve. He pressed the razor against his upper arm, near his shoulder. In three swipes he had done the deed. The blood seemed to revitalize him, out of his disillusioned state that he had been in. He smiled to himself again and let his sleeve fall, all the way down to his hands.

"Hey, where did Harry go?"

Harry stepped out of his corner and walked right in back of Ron, poking him.

"Is somebody using my name in vain?" he asked, smiling broadly.

"Come ON Harry, we'll be the last in getting off and I'm really in no mood to be sharing a carriage with that Luna Lovegood today," Hermione bustled past the boys, dragging her trunk and Crookshanks, who looked very put out in his straw carryon.

Ron didn't move however. He was too busy looking at Harry. Where had he disappeared? And why did he look so different this year, so thin and sad? And what the hell had Malfoy wanted to talk to him about anyway?

As Harry was getting off the train, he felt to arms push him from behind. He flew out and fell face first onto the ground, he glasses flying off of him.

"Ooops Potter, must've lost my balance there," came the slow annoying drawl of Draco Malfoy.

"Help him up Malfoy," came the hard, sharp voice of Ron.

"No," said Draco, smiling. "I do believe he can take care of himself." With those words he left laughing, his cronies following behind him.

"Harry, whyd you just let him DO That to you?? Why ddidn't you fight BACK?"

Harry just lay in the ground, blankly staring ahead at nothing. An arm appeared in his view to pick up his glasses. When he looked up to see who it was, it wasn't Ron, but someone else.

A.N. yeah LAME LAME LAME but it gets better. Who picked up his glasses hmmm I KNOW I KNOW AHAHAHAHA ok bye