"So, explain to me why you carry sticks, the church robes, what this silly place is, and technically everything else about everything."

I glared at Hermione and Harry. Hermione had her nose in a book, some history one. She had bushy, brown, curly hair, and I think maybe a little overbite.

Harry, on the other hand, had messy, jet black hair, and the amazing scar. I personally remembered when I first met Harry.

It was a foggy day, and I was playing outside. I saw a small boy peek out of the house next to us. I waved and he disappeared. He raced out the front door and we played the whole day together. Playing wizards. But that was the last day I saw him, since we moved and he didn't come out after that day. But I still knew him, and he still knew me.

"Harry, you explain. Please, this place, it's hurting my memories. As example, I remember being left on the side of the street, carrying a wand, and my hair was weird. But it's different. My parents told me they found me in a box, next to the mailbox and a letter from some aunt. I think it was Narcissa or something that started with an N. But anyway, what-how-how are you involved in this? I thought you were at some school for weird boys or something."

He glanced around wildly. "Uh, can I go try to find Ron? I mean, like, I barely know you. Really, only one time did I actually talk to you in the last ten years. Now, just ask Hermione, cause Ron just disappeared."

He got up and walked out of the compartment. I sat, my mouth agape. What the hell happened? My neighbor ditched me, they hate my friend, and I'm stuck with people that could overpower me in a second. I shook, and bent my head to hid my tears. Hearing footsteps, I bent even lower, so I was sitting on the ground when I felt a arm around me. I shoved the person aside, thinking it was Harry. "Oh, bug off, Harry. I need to be left alone. All the people that I thought were my family or friends are just the paper your made of!"

"Well, does that make me part of that paper?" drawled a voice I've heard before. I glanced up to see that hot boy staring into me. "Draco, what, what are you doing here?"

He smirked, his grey eyes melting my heart. I started to cry again. "Draco, you need to explain. Harry is rude, these people won't help me, and a letter from your mother just made even Hermione not talk to me. And that letter was from about twelve years ago. She was rambling about how all girls are going for you and he's bethroled to me, but Harry was dragging me on, so I couldn't hear anything.

I've heard you've a real prat around school. Are you going to be like that with me?"

Draco smiled. "Now why would I do that to my crush?" he swooped down, kissed me, and bolted out the door before I registered what had happened.

I woke up to see it was already night. Harry was back, and had brought Ron with him. His red hair and freckles made me dizzy to look at. And Hermione hadn't spoken to me at all since boarding the train.

"What are we doing now? And when did you come back…bringing him?"

Harry looked over at Ron, who was playing with some string, then over to Hermione, who was still reading her book.

Hey, Hermione. Isn't anyone going to explain?"

Hermione slammed her book down, face flushed like a cranberry. "Now why don't you ask your boyfriend? Whatever you're doing this for, it's not funny. Acting as if you have a mental illness after I pushed you. Just go away and stay there."

I stared in shock. "Draco isn't my boyfriend. I heard that he is dating Pansy. So, Hermione, I'm not going to ask him. Instead, I'll ask Dumbledore."

And with a flourish, I walked away; trying not to fight myself when I knew something dangerous was brewing. .