Chapter Six:

I hope you all are still reading. I would really like someone to review. You know…Draco seems to be hiding something and Harry seems to be holding back. They should really try to forget their past and focus on contacting the Messengers. The dead ones that is…some are living too you know. Shan't say anything else. R/R. Don't forget…We'll find out about Ron's whole affair very soon! Ps- is this chap. Long enough??

Harry's Treatments

Harry hadn't spoken the whole train ride or in the carriage, since the whole incident with Malfoy and the ghost. Kala. Kala Black, she had said. Strangely, she'd looked very much like him. Only she had violet eyes and was shorter than what her age looked. Or maybe that was a sign of her being a ghost.

"Harry?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Yeah?" He said back softly.

"Tell us what happened...we...need to know."

Harry looked up sharply.

"Why? You think you know how to make him come back too? Is that it? Well. I've got news for you. He's-"

"STOP."

Ron said this defiantly and so loudly that others in the other carriages bent their heads out to see who was fighting. "Harry, look. I don't know what he said, but me and Hermione need to know for reasons. No secrets right?"

Harry looked outside the small window view. The lake seemed to be slightly flooding. Just like his eyes. He stared at the lake intently, pretending he was fascinated. Anything...he would do anything to bring them back...Anything.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice came back softly after the carriage had stopped.

"Its...time to go in." Harry slowly looked up at the skies as he climbed out. Thunder rumbled and he could almost swear he felt it in his heart as well.

*Draco*

I watched him get out of the carriage. I can tell he's mulling it over. He knows I'm serious but he can't let it be true. Seeing him...and his parents, would bring back so much hatred...lost feelings...loneliness and love...This could very well mean my beginning. Why then would that mean his ending...Its almost as if Voldemort planned it this way...Almost...

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The stone walls seemed to soak in the coldness and Harry's sadness. Malfoy could've been telling the truth. But what were the chances of him trying to help me? A voice said honestly in his head, They took their seats as the first years filed in.

What would it mean if I could see my parents? Would they be proud of me? Sirius...I never knew pain like this could exist. I don't know what I have to lose anymore. Malfoy could help me to the one thing I've wanted so long...or he could end this whole affair once and all. Could he have changed after all?

The sorting ceremony was nearly over, and the castle was still freezing. Harry looked around to see if Hagrid was at the staff table waiting to see him, but all he caught was Dumbledore's eye. He quickly turned away, and to his surprise, Hermione was ready to leave too. "C'mon. We might be late." Ron started to get up too but Hermione told him to stay.

They rushed up the marble staircase, Harry having no idea what was happening, Hermione feeling anxious.

*Draco*

If she doesn't show up, I don't know what's happening. I wonder about Potter...I really wish Kala and I could've explained this to him. Minor parts, anyway. I can't give away everything.

He turned to look at the trophy case behind him.

Harry Potter: Special Services to the School Yeah...Golden Boy...maybe he does deserve some sort of contact...Its really no use to me...Looks like Serena was right after all. Ah...I hear footsteps.

Draco turned to look at the door frame. There stood Potter and Granger.

"I thought it was just you coming." He said to Hermione. She shook her head. "I think someone's catching on to what you've said. Harry..." She looked at him meaningfully.

"You must try to understand. The only way a spirit can come back without being a ghost is this spell. It lasts for a very rare amount of time. The only ones who we can contact are those who have messages to deliver."

Harry looked at them both utterly confused. "And who told you both this?"

Malfoy looked at Hermione and a smile flashed then vanished.


"It, seemingly enough, came to me. The spirits I mean. Potter...your mum...She's scared. She wants you to be safe. She told me...to tell you...that Dumbledore means right and to look to him...for advice and guidance." Harry looked forcefully into Malfoy's cold gray eyes.

"He doesn't give a damn about me. He just wants the world to be happy and-"

"You do know that is pure ridicule?" A voice said from the doorway.