The house was in a terrible state of loudness. Everyone was rushing to pack all their belongings for school. Ron shouts out "Does anyone know where my potions book went?" Hermione yells back "It's under the kitchen table." "Why would it be there?" He yells back. "Because you were using it to level the table." George calmly replies.
Joey was dressed and sitting down at the kitchen table with Charlie and Molly. "Come on kids. Hurry up." Molly yelled. A few seconds later all of them came down stairs tugging their trunks behind them. Charlie handed Ron's potion book to him.
They had arrived at the platform with ten minutes to spare. They were about to board the train when they heard a commotion coming from the opposite end of the platform.
"Everybody, stay here. I'll go see what's going on." Joey said. She leaves everybody to see what has happened. She pushes her way through the crowd to see a blond haired man standing over a boy, kicking him in the ribs. She decides to intervene.
She kicks the man's knee forward so know he is one his knees and she grabs his hair jerking his head back. "IF I HEAR FROM ANYONE THAT YOU LAID A HAND ON THAT BOY, I WILL PERSONALLY COME BACK TO CASTRATE YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" She notices that the twins have come up behind her. "Malfoy?" Fred asked. "Fred, George. Will you help him onto the train please?" Without answering the twins grabbed Malfoy and put him on the train. When he was safely on the train Joey let go of Lucius 's hair and he stood up to face her, giving her that scowl. Without a word he turned around and stomped away. She moved back to where everyone else was standing. "Okay, everyone on the train." Mrs. Weasley said. She hugged and kissed everyone and they got on the train. Even Joey joined them. "Joey, why are you getting on the train? Harry asked as they found a compartment. "Dumbledore wanted to talk to me, so he said that I could ride with you guys." The twins came rushing up to Joey. "Joey you better come quick..." George said. "...he isn't doing so well." Fred finished the sentence.
Joey followed the twins to the compartment in which they put Draco in. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione followed her to see a battered and beaten Draco.
Joey kneeled down to examine his condition. She found that he had a least four broken ribs along with major cuts up and down his arms. She turned to the six people behind her. "Would someone get me some water and a clean cloth?" "I will." Ginny said. She was looking for any other damage when he stirred. "What happened? Who are you?" "My name is Joey and some guy was kicking the shit out of you at the station." He remained silent. Ginny broke the silence when she came in with the water and the cloth. He turned his head to see the trio and the twins. "What happened?" she asked while she was cleaning the cuts on his right arm. "I don't want to talk about it with THEM in the room." "Forget about them. Talk to me."
He started to relive the horror that he had lived through the summer. He had told her about how his father had killed his mother right in front of him and how he had also found out that Draco had been corresponding with a fifth year Hufflepuff girl. His father told him that he was to become a death eater and follow orders from Voldemort. Draco had flat out refused and ever since then he would be beaten.
Draco turns to Harry and says "now I know what you go through every summer. How did you ever put up with it?" "I had to." He then looks to Hermione. "Hermione, would you please go find a girl named Marie Mcfadden?" "Sure." She said hesitantly.
A few minutes later Hermione reappeared with Marie in tow. "What happened Draco?" she asked as soon as she saw him. "My father. That's what happened." Joey gave the cloth and water bowl over to Marie so that she could take over. It was Ron who spoke up when he noticed Crabbe and Goyle coming down the aisle.
"Uh..Malfoy...your cronies are headed this way." "Oh, crap. Please make them leave." Ron and Harry went off to take care of the moron twins. They came back a few minutes later. The rest of the trip was spent in complete silence.