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Harry woke up with a throbbing head. But it wasn't his old scar this time, it was just normal headache. He looked around the room and found Ron on the other bed, snoring loudly. His quilt had been thrown down onto the floor, but he didn't seem to mind.

'Ron,' Harry croaked. His voice was hoarse and his mouth was completely dry. He tried again:

'Ron!' The other boy stirred but kept snoring as loudly as before.

'Ron, wake up!' Harry repeated, and this time Ron stopped snoring and turned around so that his belly was facing Harry. He slowly opened his eyes.

'Mmm,' he said weakly. 'I'm up ... kinda.' And he closed his eyes and started snoring again almost immediately.

'Ron!' Harry said irritably. 'You have to get up! Train's leaving in one hour!' That was of course a lie, but Harry wanted his best friend to get up. He stepped out of bed and walked over to the other boy.

'Ron!' he said and shook him carefully. 'C'mon, you have to get up. Your Mum will be here –'

He had barely finished the sentence when suddenly the door was opened and Ron's mother indeed came in.

'Ron, Harry,' she said but stopped at the sight of them two. She smiled. 'Oh, good, I see you're already up. Well, breakfast's ready in ten minutes so you'd better get yourself cleaned up and dressed – now,' she added and eyed her son sternly.

Ron finally sat up and Harry couldn't help but laugh at him. His fiery red hair stood up in every direction, and that, combined with his half-closed eyes and sleepy face, made him look extremely funny. Mrs Weasley only sighed. She went out of the room and closed the door, muttering about something.


'Harry, could you handle me the butter, please,' Mr Weasley said.

'Sure,' Harry answered. He really loved it here at the Burrow. It was so different compared to 4 Privet Drive where he usually stayed over the summer, together with his aunt and uncle and their dreadful, fat son Dudley.

The reason he was staying at the Burrow was that Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, had decided it would be good for him to be among people who loved him, now that Sirius was gone and all.

Harry felt a sting of pain. He really missed Sirius, more than he ever missed his parents, actually. It was worse with Sirius, in a way, because Harry had actually met and gotten to know him. It was different with his parents; sure, he missed them sometimes and wished they were with him, but he had gotten used to the fact that he was never going to see them.

A tear slowly found its way down Harry's cheek, but he quickly wiped it away before anyone could see anything.


'Oy, Harry!' Ron called. 'Hermione's in here!' Harry walked up to him. He peeked in and saw the girl sitting there, her nose in a book, like usual.

'Hi, Hermione,' he said as he and Ron got in the compartment.

'Hello, there,' Hermione answered, without looking up. Harry and Ron sat down and soon, Hermione had joined their conversation about the new DADA-teacher.

'I wonder who's up for it this time,' Harry said. 'What if Dumbledore couldn't find anyone and we'll have to have Snape?'

'I highly doubt that,' Hermione said. 'I hear we're going to have a male teacher, but I don't think Dumbledore will let Snape teach in two subjects.'

'Actually, Granger, for once, you're wrong,' said a sly voice. The Trio looked up and saw a tall, blond boy standing in front of them, arms crossed. Malfoy sneered.

'And what is that supposed to mean?' Ron said defensively.

'It means,' Malfoy said, looking directly at Ron, 'that Snape in fact is going to teach us in Defence Against the Dark Arts. And I don't know about you guys, but I am really looking forward to it.'

'Piss off, Malfoy,' Harry said quietly. 'Just do us all a huge favour, and piss off.'

Malfoy's sneer grew wider.

'It was a pleasure meeting you all. Especially you, Potter,' he added and looked at Harry. Their eyes met for a brief second, before Malfoy turned tails and left.

Hermione looked slightly worried.

'You don't think he's serious, do you?' she said nervously.

'No,' Harry said immediately. 'He's just messing with us, like usual. Nothing to worry about.'


Draco went back to his compartment.

'So, what did they say?' Blaise asked. 'Did they buy it?'

'They sure did,' Draco lied. He knew they wouldn't fall for it; they knew Dumbledore would never let Snape be the DADA-teacher when he already scared the hell out of every single one who attended his Potions classes. But he didn't tell Blaise that.

Suddenly, the compartment door opened.

'Mr Malfoy,' said a voice. Draco turned around to face Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher.

'Yes?' he said politely. He had been told by his parents to always treat all teachers with respect, no matter how much he hated them.

'Can I have a word with you?' McGonagall continued. 'Alone?'

'Sure, Professor,' Draco answered. 'In here or ...?'

'Let's talk outside, in the corridor,' McGonagall said with a weird expression on her face.

The two of them walked out.

'So, what is it?' Draco asked.

'Well, Mr Malfoy,' McGonagall said. She paused. 'I'm afraid I've got some bad news. It's your parents. They've been in a car accident.'

Draco paled. Car accident?

'When?' he demanded. 'Are they hurt? Where are they?'

'Draco,' she said, 'your parents are right now at St Mungo's and I'm not quite sure how long they're going to stay here. It's indefinite.'

Dracofelt sick. Everything was spinning before him and he didn't know what he was to do. Suddenly, everything went black and he fell to the floor with a little 'Thump!'.


HAHAHAHAAA oh my god, this chapter was seriously soooo bad... omg, it sucks / perhaps I should stop writing HP-fanfiction and just read it instead.. O.o

Oh, and by the way... I don't know if you can say "turn tails" but I think I've heard/seen someone using that expression once.. or twice.. but whatever, you get the point ;)

well well, REVIEWS PLEASE!!