Rating: T
Warnings: OOC, Violence
Disclaimer: Squirrels rule!
Chapter 2
"Crabbe and Goyle are dead! How?" Hermione gasped, a look of horror spread over her face.
For the first time anyone could remember Malfoy did not gloat or smirk when he spoke to his arch-enemies. He simply bowed his silver head and responded in a monotone, "Over the summer. The Dark Lord killed them when their fathers failed on a raid."
Even the delusional Harry looked stunned at this news, though that may have been because he had been beating himself over the head with Hedwig's cage and only just had stopped. Hermione on the other hand looked shocked; she stood there, staring at Malfoy until after a moment her voice seemed to return and she said in a hoarse whisper, "I'm…I'm really sorry Draco."
"You are! Why? I…I thought you hated me!" he asked in a voice equally as soft.
"Loss is a terrible thing for anyone," she stated in a more normal tone. "But why have you told us this? I thought you hated us?
"Well I did, but you see, my father was on that raid as well and he died while trying to complete it. I can never forgive the Dark Lord after that!" at this point, a burning hatred shown in Draco's eyes and he continued in a firmer voice, "Well I knew he was prophesized to kill the Dark Lord so I was hoping I could join forces with you, make a kind of truce so to speak."
"Well I suppose you can, but you may be a bit disappointed. You see after this summer, I don't think Harry is really in the position to go about defeating any dark lords."
"Oh my God! What has happened to him?" Draco half-yelled as Harry proceeded to climb underneath one of the seats, stick his head out at random intervals and yell 'peak-a-boo' rather loudly.
"Well, he had a bit of an accident over the holidays. His cousin hit him over the head with a baseball bat and he hasn't been quite himself lately"
"Can't he be helped with a spell or…or something?" Draco pleaded.
"I've tried every spell I can think of, nothing has worked." She replied glumly.
Suddenly there was a loud screeching sound and the train shuddered violently, causing the luggage in the upper compartments to rattle. "What in Heaven's name?" Yelled Hermione. Shouts and screams began to come from the front of the train, and there was the sound of running feet. The compartment door burst open and Neville ran in, panting.
"Ron fell out of the train," he gasped, "I think he's been hit!"
A/N: Thank you so very, very much for the reviews! They were helpful. Sorry about the short chapters, the next one will be longer I hope. Once again, review and tell me what you think!