CHAPTER 2

"Ok, so what are we going to do about Malfoy being killed? I mean, now he's killing his own? How does that make sense? Do you think he's gone mental?" Ron asked as he sat at the edge of his bed.

"I don't know Ron. Maybe he thought Lucious was in the way," Harry answered.

"But what was he in the way of?" Hermione said.

"Who knows? Who cares! It's not like we haven't tried to kill Malfoy before! I'll bet Malfoy Jr.'ll take his job don't you think?" Ron said.

"Ron! I've told you several times! Malfoy fled from the house after his dad died! What are you not comprehending!" Harry responded.

"Well, you never know. He's sent you false dreams before. Remember, like the one where you saw him killing Sirius?" Ron countered. Harry looked to the floor. He had always blamed himself for what happened to Sirius. And it didn't help that he couldn't get his revenge on Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Oh, sorry Harry. Ididn't mean to-"

"No Ron, don't worry about it! Just drop it ok!" Harry said a little louder than he had anticipated. For some reason Ron had been getting on his nerves lately. He didn't know why but he had.

"Alright you too. It's ok. We won't mention Sirius again," Hermione glanced at Harry. She could feel the tension between them, "So, what do you think the Order will do about this bit of information. It was a bit of a shock wasn't it?" she said changing the subject.

"I don't know Hermione! I'm so sick of talking about it! Don't you guys get it!" Harry stomped out of the room. He didn't feel like talking about it. Everyone had asked him questions about the dream over and over, then, that led to Voldemort (of course no one actually said his name except Hermione who had gotten over the fear) which led to the deaths of Sirius and Dumbledore. If only Dumbledore had listened to me! Harry thought. He should've let me go! I could've fought Malfoy off. He'd still be here had he not been so stubborn! Then, Harry realized that's not how he should remember him. He hated his life now. Of course he cherished every moment with Ron and Hermione but he felt alone. Sirius, his parents, Dumbledore. They're all gone. He felt like he had no one to talk to. No one to believe in or look up to. Sometimes he felt like running away and just catching Voldemort off guard and ending it right there and then. But Voldemort had a lot more experience than Harry. Plus, Harry still had several horcruxes left. He wanted to make sure there was no way Voldemort could come back if Harry would happen to kill him.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled. Harry spun around, "What is wrong with you? All you've been doing lately is snapping at us! We're sick of it!" she said very heatedly. He looked over her head and saw Ron standing halfway in the doorway.

"Ok! Fine I'm sorry! It's not my fault!" he screamed back. He saw the shocked look on her face, "I'm sorry Hermione. You just don't know what I'm going through, no one does! I mean, I see these things, and everyone bugs me about them. The two most trustworthy adults I know are dead, plus two others I never met." He looked to the floor again.

"Harry I'm so sorry. We haven't been supportive. We're sorry, aren't we Ron," Hermione said through gritted teeth.

Ron slowly walked into the hall. "Yeah, we're sorry." Harry was about to say something when they heard Mrs. Weasley call for them.

"There's someone at the door," she whispered "I'm not sure who it is. It could be your father Ronald. He went out for business." Harry approached the door. He looked through the crack and saw a very familiar face. He looked up and could see blonde hair greased all the way to the back of his head. Harry slowly opened the door to see a rain-soaked Draco staring back.