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Chapter 2

Draco had been in a daze for the past few weeks. He was going to become a murderer. He was going to murder someone. Not just someone. The headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. And for what? What did he gain by taking the old man's life? He got to keep his own, he knew Voldemort would kill him if he didn't do it. He was trading one life for another. He'd been on his way to Borgin and Burkes, he needed an old magic wardrobe to sneak some people into Hogwarts later that year, when he stopped to ponder in the alley. Should he really do it? After he got the wardrobe there was no going back. He leaned against the wall in the alley, suddenly out of breath. He took big gulps of air, drawing more and more into his lungs. He couldn't catch his breath, couldn't-

"Umph." Something had collided with him, someone. Harry Potter. He was smaller than Draco remembered, he looked thin and there were hallows under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in weeks. His clothes were loose around him and he was staring at Draco, looking up at him with no expression on his face. Draco stared back.

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

Draco swallowed and looked away. Was Harry still staring at him? It was creepy, gosh. Why did he have to do that all the time? Draco heard Harry's retreating footsteps and him mutter something, and then for some reason he turned around and said, "Wait."

Harry stopped and looked back at him, shocked. Draco didn't even know what he wanted to say. Apologize again? Ask him how his holiday was? Ask why he looked like death itself?

"What?" snapped Harry. Draco was taken aback, was this really Harry Potter? He was staring at Draco with an annoyed look on his face. His arms were crossed and he looked like he wanted to punch Draco in the face. Why wasn't he staring Potter down with his usual nasty glare? Potter sure was.

"Ugh... "

"Potter! Malfoy!" Both boys whirled. Professor Snape was hurrying towards them with a rather panicked expression on his face.
"Potter!" Harry was booking it in the other direction, he was already out of the alley. Snape arrived next to Draco and cursed under his breath.

"What is it professor?" asked Draco, curiously.

"Nothing." said Snape. Nothing? That certainly wasn't nothing. "Just stay away from Potter this year alright?" Draco coughed.

"Excuse me?" He hadn't really had any plans on bullying Potter this year, much too busy with planning the murder and all that. He felt as if a cloud had gone over his mood. Murder.

"Just leave him alone alright?" snapped Snape. What was it with people snapping at him?

"Fine." Draco spun around and stormed off to Burgin and Burkes.

After he'd dealt with the stupid wardrobe he wandered back to the Leaky Cauldron where he was staying. Voldemort had told his mother and father to leave Draco alone until the holidays, "Leave the boy to do the job on his own. Let him prove himself to me." Honestly. He swung open the door to his room and flung himself on his bed. He just wanted to give up, he was done with this. This stupid world, this job, everything. He groaned into his pillow. His head hurt and felt as if it had been stuffed full of cotton balls. Draco thought he would never be able to get to sleep but within minutes he was snoring into his pillow. The next morning he awoke to a horrible scratching outside his door.

"Ugh!" he chucked a pillow at the door. "Leave me alone! I'll get up soon!"

"Mr. Malfoy." said an uncertain voice. He waited. "The Hogwarts Express is going to be in the station in an hour." Wait. What time was it? He whipped his head around to stare at his alarm clock. 9:57. Oh lord. He flew out of bed and shoved on his Hogwarts robes. Better to just get dressed now. He stuffed his arms into his sleeves and ran his fingers hastily through his hair. He tore out a few chunks in the process but whatever. He nearly fell down the stairs tugging his trunk and ran out into the Muggle streets. Draco raised a hand to hail a taxi and flung himself inside.

"In a hurry?" asked the driver.

"Yeah." muttered Draco.

"Proper grammar Draco." drawled a voice from the front. There was someone else in the front seat. Professor Snape turned to look at him.

"Agh! What are you doing here! I can get a bloody taxi by myself! I don't need you to follow me around everywhere! I am perfe-"

"Please Draco, wouldn't want to bore the ears off of the driver." Snape said slowly. Typical. He turned red and shut up. He didn't talk the rest of the way, granted it wasn't very long. Draco hopped out of the taxi before it had even come to a full stop. When he went to pull the trunk out of the car Snape was there. Course.

"What the bloody hell do you want?" He asked tugging his trunk out of the taxi.

"Another warning. Be careful with your mission. Don't tell anyone-"

"I can do it myself!" he snapped angrily storming towards the train. He expected Snape to come after him and force him to listen but no. Draco made it the whole way to the train without thinking about what Snape had said. Your mission. As if he wanted it, like it was something to be proud of. Just thinking about it made him sick. Without realizing it he'd made his way down to his usual car. Pansy was already there, so were Crabbe and Goyle. The second he'd sat down Pansy was practically on top of him. Kissing his neck with her sloppy wet kisses. Ew. After a few moments he could take it no longer and pushd Pansy off him.

"Sorry." he muttered. "Tired." He wasn't either.

"Awe." she cooed looking at him with pity. "Get some sleep." Draco nodded and shifted away to the window. He laid his head on it and stared out it, hopefully Pansy couldn't see his open eyes. Only a few minutes into the train ride he saw Potter wander out of his car, the one directly across from him, and go down the hall. He looked even worse. As if he'd fall over at any moment. He didn't seem to realize that he'd left the car. Draco would've thought that some of his friends would come after him, Harry looked like he could wander right off the train. With a start Draco sat right up and Pansy looked at him with alarm.

"What is it, Draco? Did you-" Oh shut up.

"Nothing." he said hastily. "Just have to go take a piss." Pansy stared at him as he left their car and wandered off to go find Potter. He didn't like Potter, sure. But he didn't want him flinging himself off a train. Where would one fling themselves off the train? At the top? How did you get to the top exactly? Draco uncertainly peaked around the corner, there wasn't a ladder or anything. He decided to just continue down through the rows of cars, maybe he'd find Potter. Finally after what felt like hours, but was probably only minutes he was at the end of the train. There was a door to what he could only assume was the train, he opened it uncertainly and just as he'd expected Potter was there. He was staring off into the distance with a glazed look on his face, it was scary seeing him like this.

"Are you okay?" asked Draco hesitantly. Potter whirled around and nearly toppled over. Without thinking Draco was reaching out a hand to steady him. The second their skin made contact he'd yanked his arm out of Draco's grasp. He was just trying to help, he thought sadly. Why was he trying to help? Why didn't he just let Potter fling himself off this train?

"Fine." snapped Potter. "Just bloody brilliant so why don't you get your filthy hands off me!"

Draco wasn't even touching Harry anymore. Draco swallowed. How did he respond to that?

"Don't jump." The words had passed his lips before he could think twice.

Harry stared at him with those big green eyes. Oh no. This wasn't happening. He wasn't staring into Harry Potter's eyes and convincing him not to jump off a train. No, no, no.

"Harry." It was that insufferable brainless weasel. Ron.

"Coming. Just needed some air." Harry said, he sounded like a robot. He turned away from Draco and left with Ron. However before they left Harry turned to stare at him once more. Once the door had shut Draco let out a breath of relief. Harry Potter hadn't jumped off a train. He'd saved Harry Potter. Maybe he really had been just getting air like he'd told Ron, but Draco preferred to think that he'd saved his life. He closed his eyes and his face was there. Not Harry's. Voldemort's. Staring him down, telling him what he had to do.