Chapter 2

The week at the Leaky Cauldron was running to an end. Harry had spent most of his days quietly sitting in his room.

He ate his food in his room and spent the time reading up on the Daily Prophets, he had missed during his time at the Dursleys. Nothing much had happened, the war seemed to be at a still point and frankly he wasn't too sad to hear this.

It was only when his letter from Hogwarts arrived he got himself dressed and ready to go out into the busy street of Diagon Alley so he could buy his school supplies.

The first stop was the cauldron shop to refill his potions kit. He spent a good hour going through all the flasks and powders to finally have everything he needed to start his sixth year at Hogwarts.

After paying for the potion supplies, it was time to get his new books at Flourish and Blots. While he got the books he needed and paid them, he wondered about how the year would be without having Ron to hang around with. Also he was sure everyone else would know about now.

He let the shopkeeper shrink the books so he could put them into his pocket. He still had enough robes and obviously he didn't need a new wand, so he was done for the day. Well, a little window shopping at the Quidditch shop couldn't hurt.

He was looking through the window at some of the new brooms when he saw the blonde again. Malfoy was alone apparently, and he also seemed to be doing his school shopping. Harry wasn't paying him much attention because, at the same moment, a group of red haired people entered Diagon Alley; they were making a lot of noise. Harry looked over at hem quickly before he turning away again .Obviously the Weasleys where there to do the family's shopping, I noticed even Fred and Georges were with them.

Harry froze for a moment while he watched them through the window of the shop. He just stood there, still as a sculpture until he shook his head and quickly made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron.

As he didn't watch were he was going because he wanted to get out of there as fast as possible, he ran straight into Malfoy, causing them both to fall on the ground.

"Get of me Potter! " The blonde yelled, "What the hell do you think you are doing, aren't those glasses supposed to prevent you from running into people?!"

Harry jumped up quickly.

'Just what he needed, a ragging Malfoy', he rolled his eyes.

"Sorry Malfoy," he murmured and said a quick spell and the items flew from the ground back into his pocket.

"Well, sorry isn't enough Potter," he sneered, while dusting off his clothes (which where the same he whore in the Knight Bus). Harry, who didn't notice this little fact, just stood up and started walking to the Leaky Cauldron, where he just locked himself up in his room again, not caring about Malfoy or anyone else.

All he wanted was to be left alone right now, with the exception of Hedwig of course.

The last days of the holidays past by quickly, and soon it was time to get his trunk and get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. On the train Harry sat in a compartment with two third year Gryffindors, who seemed to stare at him even more than what he was used to.

"What ?" He snapped, halfway the trip.

The two Gryffindors just looked away from him without saying a word.

"Brilliant," he murmured and went back to staring out the window.

Two compartments down the hall Draco was sitting with his best friend Blaise Zabini. The two boys where almost whispering when they spoke to each other.

"What do you mean 'no longer a Malfoy'?" The dark haired boy asked.

"What do you think Blaise?" he barked.

"Did you actually do it, you ran away?" He almost yelled. Draco quickly covered the boy's mouth with his hand.

"Will you shut up, please? I don't want the whole train to know."

"But Draco, why?"

"You know why, Blaise," was all the boy answered before looking down at the floor. He wasn't ready to talk about it yet; it had only been a few days since the whole catastrophe happened and he was still trying to cope with the idea. Only Dumbledore knew and even though Draco hated it so much to admit it, he trusted the older man not to tell anyone else.

Then train stopped and like every year the first years went with Hagrid to cross the lake with small boats, while the others went to the carriages.

When they arrived at the school Harry's dreaded meeting happened: he accidentally bumped into Ron.

flashback

Ron ragged through the room, his face contracted in anger. "This can't be true! You're not supposed to be Gay!" he yelled.

"Why sorry, but what am I supposed to be? The hero without any flaws at all?" He asked sarcastically, "Because, I am not Ron"

"No, you're definitely not a hero, you're a bloody fag! "

That did it for Harry. He packed his stuff angrily, and in about a quarter of an hour he sat alone in the Knight Bus.

End flashback

"Will you watch where you're going you little fag?" he hissed, so no one else could here it.

" I .. I'm sorry," Harry murmured and quickly walked away, his head hanging low. Again tears were burning in the corners of his eyes.

'This is going to be a horrible year,' he thought miserably.

No-one noticed the scene except for Draco, who felt something he had never felt for the boy before; he felt true compassion.

What will happen at Gryffindor Tower?

And what was the drama Draco was talking about?

More will be revealed in the third chapter.