Chapter five: The begining
Harry wasn't sure what was happening. Everything was silent, even the wind had stopped howling and Harry was sure that for those few moments he had stopped breathing.
Suddenly, Draco stood back up running his fingers through his hair once more, as if nothing had happened. Malfoy looked just the same as ever. His skin was no longer pale and thin but, rather red and looked slightly sore but otherwise just normal. His hair was back in its usual place, looking once again as if he had smothered fifteen bottles of hair gel into it. His nails were just like anyone else's. Short, but definitely not sharp. And his eyes, they were no longer the slits in his eyes that showed the furious evil burning inside him. Instead, there stood a boy, just the same age as Harry, with a look that only Malfoy would wear on his face staring down at Harry. Harry looked at his suspiciously.
"Potter." He said, his eyes fixing themselves on Harry once again. "Don't."
Harry knew not to ask. Instead he just looked into Draco's eyes, trying, hoping to find some way of explaining what just happened.
"Anyway Potter." Malfoy started once again, shrugging off any sign that anything unusual had happened. "We have to go."
He took hold of one of Harry's bags and lifted it into the air just in time to see Harry raise his wand to his face.
"Look Potter." He sneered, dropping the bag. "I understand if you don't trust me, I know that if the situation was reversed I'd feel the same, but you don't have a choice Potter."
Harry continued to stare; his arm raised perfectly, his wand aimed for Malfoy's forehead.
"I know what you did Potter, killing the one girl who ever was foolish enough to love you. Quite pathetic really, but we all have our own ways of dealing with our problems."
"I didn't kill her." Harry said forcefully, his grip around his wand tightening.
"Whether or not you killed her is no concern to me," Malfoy started. "What is a concern is that in a couple of hours the whole wizarding world will think that you did."
"So why are you here?" Harry asked, his voice showing anger as he listened to Malfoy talk as though he had no care in the world that Ginny was dead.
"I am here Potter, to help you."
"I don't need your help." Harry said bluntly, turning away from Malfoy and grabbing his stuff. He was about two metres away from Malfoy when Malfoy replied:
"You know you do Potter. How in the world are you going to get there in time without help, my help?"
Harry stopped. How could Malfoy have interpreted where he was going? He wasn't anywhere near where he wanted to be. There were so many possibilities to explain how Malfoy knows, Harry wasn't even going to start. But how could he trust Malfoy, especially after what he had just seen? What was Malfoy hiding and why did he want to help Harry? These were questions that weren't going to be answered if Harry kept walking. The unfortunate truth was that, yes, he did need Malfoy's help. Harry turned back around and walked back to Malfoy.
"That's a good boy Potter." Malfoy said. "Now, our journey begins."