Chapter 1
A/N: hey everyone! This is my first fanfic and I hope you all like it! R/R!!
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, etc. are not mine. Credit for character personalities and everything (excluding plot) should be given to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic Publishing.
It was their sixth year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry, Ron and Hermione had reached Platform 9¾ just in time to catch the Hogwarts Express.
After finding an empty compartment, the three of them sat down and started to wonder what type of teacher they would have this year for their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Well, after that Umbridge woman, the bar isn't set very high!" said Hermione. They all laughed.
"Too bad Lupin is too busy with the Order of the-" Ron was interrupted.
"Ron! SHHH! Not right now, anyone could walk by and hear you!"
Only to redeem his dignity, Ron said, "Well sorry, I didn't know stating your opinion was a crime!"
"It isn't, but-"
"Will you two stop it?! I am so tired of you guys always bickering!" It was Harry, this time who interrupted.
*He's been like this all summer.* Hermione thought. *He should know by now that this is just what Ron and I do. I understand about Sirius, but he doesn't have to take it out on us!*
But feeling guilty about what she had just thought, she shut up.
"So," Ron said, trying to break the awkward silence, "do you think that the professors will lighten up on us this year?"
"Why would they do that?" Hermione said testily, but with a quick look at Harry's face, "I mean, I hope they do, but they have to prepare us for N.E.W.T.s, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," said Ron, slightly downfallen.
The compartment fell silent again.
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They had just arrived at King's Cross Station, on time, as usual. Draco looked at his mother, (well, more like down, he had grown over the summer). The muggles here reminded him of his horrific summer. His father was still in Azkaban, the family friends, the ones who had not been caught by Aurors, had disassociated themselves from the Malfoys, and all Ministry ties had been severed. *And why?* Draco thought to himself, *because of wittle Hawwy Potta, "The boy who lived." Oh, how I hate him! I'd like to make him the "The boy who was no more."* This last thought put a menacing smile on his face.
The only thing that had given the young Malfoy any pleasure over the summer break was the idea of destroying Harry Potter. He had not noticed, but the increased hatred of Harry had, in fact turned his for Ron into mere dislike and he was only mildly annoyed by Hermione.
After finding Crabbe and Goyle, the three of them entered the scarlet train. They deposited their baggage and returned outside to look for some new students to pick on.
"And if Potty wee Potter comes maybe we could have a little chat," said Draco, with a trace of hope in his voice. Crabbe and Goyle guffawed.
But to his displeasure Harry was late, (*Of course he was, probably got carried away signing autographs*) so he would have to wait for the train to get going, (*preferably without him,*) before he could "welcome" him back.
A/N: Yeah! First chapter up! I'm sorry it was all fluff but it's a start! And I know it definitely does not seem very D/Hr right now but, "patience young grasshopper." And R/R!!!!!! I don't wanna write a story that no one's interested in!
A/N: hey everyone! This is my first fanfic and I hope you all like it! R/R!!
Disclaimer: All characters, settings, etc. are not mine. Credit for character personalities and everything (excluding plot) should be given to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic Publishing.
It was their sixth year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry, Ron and Hermione had reached Platform 9¾ just in time to catch the Hogwarts Express.
After finding an empty compartment, the three of them sat down and started to wonder what type of teacher they would have this year for their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Well, after that Umbridge woman, the bar isn't set very high!" said Hermione. They all laughed.
"Too bad Lupin is too busy with the Order of the-" Ron was interrupted.
"Ron! SHHH! Not right now, anyone could walk by and hear you!"
Only to redeem his dignity, Ron said, "Well sorry, I didn't know stating your opinion was a crime!"
"It isn't, but-"
"Will you two stop it?! I am so tired of you guys always bickering!" It was Harry, this time who interrupted.
*He's been like this all summer.* Hermione thought. *He should know by now that this is just what Ron and I do. I understand about Sirius, but he doesn't have to take it out on us!*
But feeling guilty about what she had just thought, she shut up.
"So," Ron said, trying to break the awkward silence, "do you think that the professors will lighten up on us this year?"
"Why would they do that?" Hermione said testily, but with a quick look at Harry's face, "I mean, I hope they do, but they have to prepare us for N.E.W.T.s, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," said Ron, slightly downfallen.
The compartment fell silent again.
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They had just arrived at King's Cross Station, on time, as usual. Draco looked at his mother, (well, more like down, he had grown over the summer). The muggles here reminded him of his horrific summer. His father was still in Azkaban, the family friends, the ones who had not been caught by Aurors, had disassociated themselves from the Malfoys, and all Ministry ties had been severed. *And why?* Draco thought to himself, *because of wittle Hawwy Potta, "The boy who lived." Oh, how I hate him! I'd like to make him the "The boy who was no more."* This last thought put a menacing smile on his face.
The only thing that had given the young Malfoy any pleasure over the summer break was the idea of destroying Harry Potter. He had not noticed, but the increased hatred of Harry had, in fact turned his for Ron into mere dislike and he was only mildly annoyed by Hermione.
After finding Crabbe and Goyle, the three of them entered the scarlet train. They deposited their baggage and returned outside to look for some new students to pick on.
"And if Potty wee Potter comes maybe we could have a little chat," said Draco, with a trace of hope in his voice. Crabbe and Goyle guffawed.
But to his displeasure Harry was late, (*Of course he was, probably got carried away signing autographs*) so he would have to wait for the train to get going, (*preferably without him,*) before he could "welcome" him back.
A/N: Yeah! First chapter up! I'm sorry it was all fluff but it's a start! And I know it definitely does not seem very D/Hr right now but, "patience young grasshopper." And R/R!!!!!! I don't wanna write a story that no one's interested in!
