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Chapter six: The Untold.

Platform 9 ¾ had never looked so welcoming. Witches and wizards were running around frantically, saying goodbye to their little first years or begging their mothers to go away as they smothered them in kisses. But seeing the wizard community was not what Harry wanted to see. All the wizards, all the witches, they just helped his mind fill up with the memories from last year. The smile on Harry's face that had once spread from one ear to the other suddenly vanished.

Draco… Dumbledore… Snape…

He wanted to do what he had done the very first day after he had left Hogwarts last year. He wanted to never see these people again, never breathe the same air as them or walk down the same path as them. He wanted to get away, to run away.

He turned to look at his friends, each of them smiling as he had been before until they looked at Harry's expressionless face and their smiles disappeared as well.

"Harry…" Hermione started.

"No Hermione." Harry began. "I don't want to go back. I can't go back. I don't want to face them."

"Harry, you have to, you know you do."

"You try seeing the things that I saw last year, you try hearing the things I heard last year and spend a whole summer with it all replaying in your head and then tell me if you'd ever want to come back."

"Look, I know its hard-"

"No you don't. I know you don't."

They stood in silence for a few minutes, each of them staring at the other.

"Look Harry, please, Dumbledore wouldn't have wanted you to stop school just because-"

"Just because he DIED?"

BOOM

Ron appeared next to Harry, a look of overwhelming relief covering his face.

"Thank gosh." He said, leaning on Harry's shoulder. "I thought it would never end."

"Right now," Mrs Weasley began, strolling back with Ginny. They had been loading their belongings onto the train. "All of you on the train now."

"What about our-" Ron started.

"Your stuff is already one, Ginny and I took care of that." Ginny, who hadn't wanted to help at all, tried to smile.

The five of them made their way over to the train and began to pile on, tears beginning to form in the edges of Mrs Weasley's eyes.

"Please… not this year…" Ron muttered under his breath.

"Oh… Ronny, come here!" Mrs Weasley screamed.

And then Ron was nowhere to be seen, hidden by his mother's arms and drenched in her tears, little yelps for help being the only thing that seemed to be able to squeeze out of there. Ron quickly pulled away from his mother, straightening his robes and flattening his hair as he looked around anxiously to make sure no one had seen the dreaded incident.

Seeing their mother out of the train window, covered in the usual amount of tears as she was almost every other year, Ron and Ginny waved as the train sped round the corner and out of Mrs Weasley's sight.

"So, cabin 9 it is." Hermione said, finding that once again, they had missed out on all other cabins and that cabin nine was the only one left with nobody in it. Hermione smiles and opened the door for the others to clamber in.

"Thank you." Ginny said politely, as she entered the deserted cabin.

"Thanks." Harry began stepping inside after Ginny.

"Tha-" Ron started by Hermione suddenly slamming her arm in front of him, Ron cringing as the pain got to his stomach.

"We are prefects." Hermione said as though reminding Ron of his duties to the school he had been trying to find ways to get out of for most of the summer.

"We are?" Ron said dumbly, smiling at Hermione and kind of hoping she would put in a good word for him in the prefects cabin and leave it at that. Of course, he knew she wouldn't.

"Yes Ron, we are." She pointed her other hand down the long hallways and gave Ron a stern look.

"But I… you see-"

"Ron!"

"Oh alright. But just this once." Ron said angrily, storming off down the hallway, Hermione only steps behind him

"No not just this once! You're going to come every…"

But soon Harry could no longer hear his friend's voices as they got further down the hallway, further away from him.

Ginny smiled, and sat down rather awkwardly.

"You know, mum loves that spell." She said, pulling her stuff from up above her down so that her trunk was beside her. "You know, the one that lets you transport items to wherever you like."

"I guess that would be handy." Harry said, before realising how dumb that sounded. "Do you know it?"

"Nah, learn it in 7th year."

Harry looked at the girl sitting opposite the cabin to him. He looked at her long, silky ginger hair that had grown even more beautiful over the summer. Her looked at her hands, each one fragile and agile as they moved the zips on her bag away from her. He looked at her lips and her smile, each of them making Harry feel as though he was made of gold. But her eyes were what Harry loved the most. The way they would slowly glance in his direction every now and again, sparkling in the sunlight - and then it hit him… well, almost hit him.

"Watch out!" Ginny yelled, slicing the silence that stood between them as Harry's trunk began to wobble. Harry looked up, only for a moment, and saw his large trunk lying there, on the edge of the shelf, slowly threatening to fall and crush him. And then the threat was carried out.

Before Harry could think of moving, the moment for looking at the trunk had gone, and the moment when the trunk began to fall had begun.

Ginny saw what she had to do. In had matter of milliseconds, Ginny had launched herself off the seat just before the trunk decided to carry out its threat. She jumped, pulling Harry through the air with her so that as each of the objects landed, neither was squished by the trunk. They lay on the ground in silence for what seemed like an eternity, each taking in the heat of the other for tiny moments. The each pushed themselves apart, the air flooding into the new space between them.

"Ah… thanks…" Harry said, as he sat back on his seat and pulled his trunk so that it was beside him.

What had he been thinking? He knew that he was not allowed to get into any relationships with anyone, ever. Not Ginny, not anyone. He could not put her or anyone else in harms way. He just couldn't.

"No problem." Ginny said, rushing back to her seat which just happened to be in the opposite corner to where Harry was sitting.

And there they sat, each twiddling their thumbs in silence. After twelve minutes or so of this dreadful silence Harry decided to look over at Ginny. She was staring out the open window, the cool breeze rushing past her gentle face.

But soon she looked over at him and their eyes met. But this was only for half a second as both almost immediately broke away as soon as eye contact was made. Little did Harry know, that his waiting would soon be over and that something that would benefit Harry greatly this year was about to happen.

Draco Malfoy passed.

Wait… what was he doing here? Harry was sure he had been expelled from Hogwarts for what had happened the previous year and yet, there he was, strutting about the train as he normally did, just as though nothing had ever happened. Harry felt the anger begin to burn inside him as he watched Draco smile menacingly as his gang of thick Slytherins followed him down the hallway. Harry wanted desperately to get Malfoy back for what he had done, and he was going to get him back, if it was the last thing he did.

But he soon felt a hand on his arm. A warm hand he knew only to be Ginny's.

"Harry?" She asked questioningly as he turned to face her. She looked worried and Harry decided that there would be another time to get Malfoy back, a time when Ginny wasn't around.

But soon Harry realised that there was not another time to do what he was about to do. His ears began picking up Draco's conversation, as did Ginny's.

"And then father came home last one night, before he was sent to… well… you all know and mother knew straight away what had happened. Of course, I knew as well. It was obviously…"

But Harry could no longer hear anymore of Draco's conversation. Most people would have just left it at that and gone back to staring at Ginny, but Harry knew Draco too well and he was not foolish enough to let any piece of handy information go to waste. Harry stood up quickly, his mind focused on what he had to do as he walked towards the door.

"Harry?" Ginny asked, also looking up. Harry stepped out into the long hallway just in time to see Draco Malfoy stepping into a cabin not so far away.

Ginny knew what was about to happen.

"Harry," She begun, the knowing smile on her face reappearing. "If we're going to do this, we have to do it properly."

She raced back into the cabin, quickly pulling out her wand as Harry re-entered, looking very confused.

"But Ginny!" Harry began.

"Listen Harry-"

"That's what I was going to do before you stopped me!"

"We can still listen Harry, we just have to be more… more secretive about it."

Harry began thinking about how it would look if two students were just standing in the hallways with their ears pressed up against the wall, listening intently. Ginny raised her wand.

"Lisento Bigon." She said before waving her wand briskly. Harry didn't notice any change, everything was the same. Until, Ginny whispered. "Harry?"

The words boomed in his ears and his immediate reaction was to cover them, to block out the amazingly loud whisper from his head. Ginny smiled.

"Now Harry, listen."

Harry was finding it rather hard not to at this present point in time. Harry took his hands off his ears and tried to focus on the voices a couple of cabins away. He had to get past some first years talking about what Quiddich would be like and some fifth years wondering whether or not Snape would be back this year until he came to the right cabin.

"I had known all along." Malfoy's voice boomed in Harry's head. "Of course, Mother and Father didn't know when I first knew, I found out from You-know-who himself. Father and Mother said that they had permission to tell me so Father sat me down and said-"

But Harry and Ginny never got to find out what Malfoy's father had said to him as two loud words bounced off the inside of his head.

"Lisento Undoe."

It was Hermione's voice and as Harry turned around he saw a very angry Hermione and a very sorry Ron.

"What in the world do you think you were doing?" Hermione bellowed, pacing up and down their cabin.

"But Hermione, they were-" Harry started.

"I know they were discussing You-know-who but what if you had been you had been caught?" Hermione interrupted. Harry hadn't thought of that. "What if another prefect had seen you!" Her eyes widened with fear. "Or a teacher!" She gulped. "Did either of you think of that?"

Harry decided to keep quiet and judging by the lack of sound, Ginny had decided the same thing.

"It was highly irresponsible." Hermione started. "Wasn't it Ron?"

"What?" Ron asked, jerking awake after hearing his name being entered into the conversation. "Oh yeah, so irresponsible."

But Hermione didn't keep complaining anymore as the train had stopped and everyone was getting ready to go.

Hermione had rushed them off the train so quickly, Harry was sure that he had left half his stuff behind. Hermione pulled them along stubbornly, hoping to get a good carriage.

In the end they got stuck in one that was crammed full of third years. Everyone was talking, Ginny and Hermione with the occasional comment from Ron, two little third year girls and three other third year boys. How they all managed to fit in one carriage, Harry didn't have a clue.

He sat there in silence, occasionally exchanging smiles with Hermione and Ron until he decided that he was bored. He also decided that the only way to get rid of that boredom was to listen. Of course, he didn't usually eves-drop on third years, but what harm could come to them if Harry listened to what they did over the summer break. He began by listening to Ginny and Hermione's conversation.

"… but, according to Professor McGonagal, a frog can only turn into a rat if you use the Tontellins spell and only that spell…" Hermione's voice rang through his head, followed by some sort of response from Ginny.

Then he began listening to the three boys in the corner.

"… and then I zoomed past, on my brand new broom and whacked the quaffle out of his hands before zooming down to get it. It was the most awesome move in history! And then…" And the boy from Ravenclaw carried on.

Harry was almost asleep now, so bored he felt like jumping out of the carriage just to get some attention. Until…

"I know, I heard about her, and that scar on her arm. I mean, you have to wonder don't you." But the girl was stopped by the carriage stopping and soon movement filled the carriage and the two girls were nowhere to be seen. Of course, by the time Harry had shoved Hermione, Ginny and Ron out of the carriage, Harry found himself just in time to see them halfway to the castle. Harry sighed as he began to walk up the long walk to Hogwarts and into the Great Hall.

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