(Hello to all! This isn't technically my first fan fiction for Harry Potter but the others haven't done so well so I thought that I would give it another try! Wish me luck and let me know what you think of it!)

Disclaimer: (This goes for all of my chapters so that I don't have to type it repeatedly) I own nothing…not even this computer…that's an almost depressing thought don't you think?

What would you do if you sat curled upon the slowly crumbling ground as you held all that was left of the shattered world in your arms? And your only means of escape was into a sky of fire and splintered lies, while flying with broken, and tattered wings? What would you do? I have yet to figure it out myself…maybe I should explain a little further the story of how I got here…sit and listen…and maybe you too will hear as the cracks begin to spread and slowly rip apart the world at its seams…

It all began on a day when sky and earth danced in each other's embrace. The rain poured, creating a connection between the black sky and the black asphalt that was the parking lot that sat in front of the King's Cross train station. A young man of seventeen stepped out of his car and grabbed his things which he set down on a trolley that he retrieved from inside of the train station.

He headed his way inside, not paying the slightest bit of attention to anyone or anything around him. He simply kept walking until he stepped through a barrier, a barrier that only certain people knew existed. He stepped onto the platform of the train that he soon would board; platform 9 ¾.

He handed his things over to one of the men that were loading the luggage into one of the train's baggage cars and then headed in the direction of a door that led into the train's hallway so that he could find the car that he was looking for. He stepped into the compartment that he had been looking for and sat down in the seat closest to the window on the right side. Even through all of the bustle of students outside of his current enclosure and the walls of the building, he could still hear the raging of the storm outside.

After a short while the boy heard the door of his compartment slide back and then the footsteps of the person who had just entered; he turned to see who else now occupied the compartment. It was a girl who had long, curly brown hair and honey colored eyes that shined brilliantly in the light that shone from the lanterns in the room. It was Hermione Granger.

"Hello Hermione," the boy said to her as she took a seat. She's beautiful, he thought to himself as she looked up at him. She seemed to glow with a sort of radiance and purity that the boy had never seen before. He found his breath caught in his throat.

"Who are you?" she asked him, her brows furrowed. She tilted her head to one side as she looked at his black clad form. "Do I know you?"

"I would certainly say so," the boy replied. "Do you really not recognize me? Or was it just the fact that I used your first name for once?" he asked with a smirk.

"Malfoy?" she gasped as the realization hit her. "Is that really you? You look so different. What happened to you?"

"I've had a strange summer…I don't know that it could be called good or bad…it had its share of both good and bad periods…so…how was your summer?"

"Did something happen to your brain?" she asked him.

"No, why?" he replied to what he saw as a strange question.

"It's just that you are being nice to me…I'm just wondering if there is a reason why or if you are just trying to confuse me and make me ask these questions?"

"Wouldn't you like to know…" he said as he looked up at the door as it opened and the train began to move.

(I'm going to stop this here…I hope that you liked it and btw the only reason that this is so short is that this is basically a "tester chapter" and I just wanted to see what you all thought…if I get enough reviews I will continue…I have a few ideas of where to take this and I think that they are really good…)