Chapter 3:
"Dumbledore!"
"It seems I was right Voldemort did recruit the dementors as I had predicted." Dumbledores face was extremely grave as he followed Harry back onto the Hogwarts Express to find out exactly what had happened on the journey. He walked through the door and gasped,
"It is worse than I feared. Minerva, Severus you two search up the train, Harry and I will search down it. Find and help as many people as you can. Arthur do you think you could get the train going again for us? We need to get to Hogwarts."
Harry and Dumbledore searched down the train looking into each compartment and helping whoever they could and then moving to the next compartment, until the reached the compartment at the back of the train where Harry had been with Draco. When they entered the compartment, Draco was still sitting where he was when Harry had left him, watching Crabbe and Goyle with fearful eyes.
"These two were kissed before I could do anything Professor" explained Harry pointing at Crabbe and Goyle's soulless bodies staring aimlessly around the compartment.
Dumbledore conjured two stretchers and floated Crabbe and Goyle out of the compartment,
"Here, give this to Mr. Malfoy here, it will take the edge off of what he saw, but he will still need attention. Now is the time to put aside your differences and look after him. Okay?" Dumbledore aimed his piercing blue gaze towards Harry.
"Yes Professor"
Dumbledore disappeared into the corridor as the train began moving again back on its way to Hogwarts. Harry walked over towards Draco and forced him to take the potion that Dumbledore had supplied him with. It was some time later when Draco got up and sat on the seat next to Harry and the window.
"Why?" was all he said. It seemed rhetorical so Harry didn't answer it just wondering what exactly Draco had meant by that comment.
When the train finally pulled into Hogsmead station, Harry guided Draco off of the train and into a carriage.
"Harry, I'm going to have to leave Mr. Malfoy in your care. Take him to my office, the password is ginger snakes"
"Yes Professor"
Harry took Draco into the carriage and rode next to him up to the castle.
Journal Entry 1st September
Well today was extremely hectic and confusing. I have been put in charge of MALFOY of all people. I still haven't seen Ron and Hermione I hope that they are okay. Dumbledore has been here but he only told me to stay here. I want to know what's going on. I need to be out there helping or doing something. I hate having to stay behind and do nothing, I'm beginning to know how Sirius felt last year. I will find out what Dumbledore, Ron and Hermione are hiding from me if it kills me.
(end of entry)
"I can help you with the killing part" Harry spun around to see who spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Weasel and the Mudblood are obviously hiding something from you. You saved my life let me help you."
"What do you get from it, Malfoy?"
"I get revenge on them. Is it a deal?"
"Deal"
**
Over the next couple of weeks the news that was spread around the school was tragic, but the clean up of the incident was slow at the same time. All of the Hogwarts faculty were out helping injured and traumatised students and informing the parents of those who had been kissed or murdered. There was however some confusion throughout the ranks of good, as to why sons and daughters of suspected Death Eaters were attacked. Harry and Draco had resumed their usual hateful appearances to each other, but they had been meeting every other night to discuss their plans on what they were going to do about finding out what Ron and Hermione were hiding from them. Ron and Hermione had been creating more and more excuses as to why they were 'too busy with prefect duties etc' to spend any time with Harry. Draco had been doing most of the brain work, using his Slytherin attributes to find a cunning and evil but at the same time clever plan.
It was extremely dark outside with only a little slice of moonlight shining through into the corridors as Harry made his way, under his invisibility cloak to the room which they had been meeting frequently.
"Malfoy?" Harry called, loud enough for anyone in the room to hear but at the same time quiet enough so no one outside the room would hear them. "Malfoy, are you here yet?"
No answer.
Harry sat down on one of the dusty chairs in a dark corner in case anyone were to stumble into the room. He put his invisibility cloak on the arm of chair and stared intently at the door.
**
"Draco, where are you going at this time of night?" called Drucilla Williams, a fairly attractive girl from Slytherin.
"None of your business" Draco answered. He looked at her and she looked as if she had been slapped across the face for an instant until she resumed her usual smirk. "I'm going to meet my father. Business" He added at the end.
She just nodded her approval and walked off towards the other side of the Slytherin common room.
Draco snuck stealthily through the corridors until he reached the room where he and Harry were to meet. Harry watched as Draco opened and closed the door quietly behind him.
"Potter?"
"Over here Malfoy. Why are you so late?"
"I'm here now aren't I?" Draco retorted.
"Okay, so what do you know?"
"Give it a rest Potter, I have only just started this give me time, I'm not going to be able to find out anything for a little while yet." Harry 'hhmphed, suddenly having second thoughts about what he was going to do.
"Fine. Have you found any spell books that I could use then? I got you some that I think might help."
"I have but you might not use them. Being a hero and all" He handed Harry three books each labelled with the title and Author of books containing Dark magic. Draco took a look at the books which Harry had just given and nodded his approval. "Is that it? Are we done now?"
Harry nodded his head, picked up the books, threw the invisibility cloak over himself and walked back to Gryffindor tower. As he reached the painting of the Fat Lady, he whipped off the cloak and picked up his pace. 'That was the closet that we have had to a civilised conversation since…well ever' He thought to himself 'I hope it doesn't…' but Harry shrugged off that thought even before he finished it.
"Dumbledore!"
"It seems I was right Voldemort did recruit the dementors as I had predicted." Dumbledores face was extremely grave as he followed Harry back onto the Hogwarts Express to find out exactly what had happened on the journey. He walked through the door and gasped,
"It is worse than I feared. Minerva, Severus you two search up the train, Harry and I will search down it. Find and help as many people as you can. Arthur do you think you could get the train going again for us? We need to get to Hogwarts."
Harry and Dumbledore searched down the train looking into each compartment and helping whoever they could and then moving to the next compartment, until the reached the compartment at the back of the train where Harry had been with Draco. When they entered the compartment, Draco was still sitting where he was when Harry had left him, watching Crabbe and Goyle with fearful eyes.
"These two were kissed before I could do anything Professor" explained Harry pointing at Crabbe and Goyle's soulless bodies staring aimlessly around the compartment.
Dumbledore conjured two stretchers and floated Crabbe and Goyle out of the compartment,
"Here, give this to Mr. Malfoy here, it will take the edge off of what he saw, but he will still need attention. Now is the time to put aside your differences and look after him. Okay?" Dumbledore aimed his piercing blue gaze towards Harry.
"Yes Professor"
Dumbledore disappeared into the corridor as the train began moving again back on its way to Hogwarts. Harry walked over towards Draco and forced him to take the potion that Dumbledore had supplied him with. It was some time later when Draco got up and sat on the seat next to Harry and the window.
"Why?" was all he said. It seemed rhetorical so Harry didn't answer it just wondering what exactly Draco had meant by that comment.
When the train finally pulled into Hogsmead station, Harry guided Draco off of the train and into a carriage.
"Harry, I'm going to have to leave Mr. Malfoy in your care. Take him to my office, the password is ginger snakes"
"Yes Professor"
Harry took Draco into the carriage and rode next to him up to the castle.
Journal Entry 1st September
Well today was extremely hectic and confusing. I have been put in charge of MALFOY of all people. I still haven't seen Ron and Hermione I hope that they are okay. Dumbledore has been here but he only told me to stay here. I want to know what's going on. I need to be out there helping or doing something. I hate having to stay behind and do nothing, I'm beginning to know how Sirius felt last year. I will find out what Dumbledore, Ron and Hermione are hiding from me if it kills me.
(end of entry)
"I can help you with the killing part" Harry spun around to see who spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Weasel and the Mudblood are obviously hiding something from you. You saved my life let me help you."
"What do you get from it, Malfoy?"
"I get revenge on them. Is it a deal?"
"Deal"
**
Over the next couple of weeks the news that was spread around the school was tragic, but the clean up of the incident was slow at the same time. All of the Hogwarts faculty were out helping injured and traumatised students and informing the parents of those who had been kissed or murdered. There was however some confusion throughout the ranks of good, as to why sons and daughters of suspected Death Eaters were attacked. Harry and Draco had resumed their usual hateful appearances to each other, but they had been meeting every other night to discuss their plans on what they were going to do about finding out what Ron and Hermione were hiding from them. Ron and Hermione had been creating more and more excuses as to why they were 'too busy with prefect duties etc' to spend any time with Harry. Draco had been doing most of the brain work, using his Slytherin attributes to find a cunning and evil but at the same time clever plan.
It was extremely dark outside with only a little slice of moonlight shining through into the corridors as Harry made his way, under his invisibility cloak to the room which they had been meeting frequently.
"Malfoy?" Harry called, loud enough for anyone in the room to hear but at the same time quiet enough so no one outside the room would hear them. "Malfoy, are you here yet?"
No answer.
Harry sat down on one of the dusty chairs in a dark corner in case anyone were to stumble into the room. He put his invisibility cloak on the arm of chair and stared intently at the door.
**
"Draco, where are you going at this time of night?" called Drucilla Williams, a fairly attractive girl from Slytherin.
"None of your business" Draco answered. He looked at her and she looked as if she had been slapped across the face for an instant until she resumed her usual smirk. "I'm going to meet my father. Business" He added at the end.
She just nodded her approval and walked off towards the other side of the Slytherin common room.
Draco snuck stealthily through the corridors until he reached the room where he and Harry were to meet. Harry watched as Draco opened and closed the door quietly behind him.
"Potter?"
"Over here Malfoy. Why are you so late?"
"I'm here now aren't I?" Draco retorted.
"Okay, so what do you know?"
"Give it a rest Potter, I have only just started this give me time, I'm not going to be able to find out anything for a little while yet." Harry 'hhmphed, suddenly having second thoughts about what he was going to do.
"Fine. Have you found any spell books that I could use then? I got you some that I think might help."
"I have but you might not use them. Being a hero and all" He handed Harry three books each labelled with the title and Author of books containing Dark magic. Draco took a look at the books which Harry had just given and nodded his approval. "Is that it? Are we done now?"
Harry nodded his head, picked up the books, threw the invisibility cloak over himself and walked back to Gryffindor tower. As he reached the painting of the Fat Lady, he whipped off the cloak and picked up his pace. 'That was the closet that we have had to a civilised conversation since…well ever' He thought to himself 'I hope it doesn't…' but Harry shrugged off that thought even before he finished it.
