A/N: Urm....hi. WOW. It sure has been a while. Well then. Hmmmmh. Yes. So if anybody has been reading Sirius's Rosaline as well then you'll know that I previously 'quitted' fanfiction. I freaked out. Dramtic-ness is a trait of mine. I got a review that upset me and then my English teacher basically told that I couldn't write and that I shouln't 'curse another human with your writing'. This week, that teacher broke her foot. Be careful what you wish for. And I got a supply teacher, who said that I was good. So. Um. Yeah. Here it is, the first chapter of mine of 2009.

I hope I'm not too rusty. (NB: I have no spell check)

Disclaimer: I didn't own before, and I don't own it now.

The Return Of An Old Enemy Part 2:

Harry Potter couldn't breathe because the pillow had covered his mouth completly. He tried to scream but it was impossible. Suddenly there was a sound from downstairs. Harry heard Ron scream to whoever it was to 'Help'. Harry silently prayed to Merlinthat it wasn't going to be someone who he really didn't want help from, like the actual Voldemort.

Harry heard footsteps run up the stairs. The door burst open and Harry saw who was standing there. He and Ron both gasped collectivly. It was...

Draco Malfoy.

"What the fu - " Draco began to say.

"Malfoy, this is only rated K +, for Merlin's sake!" Harry managed to say.

"Fine. What on earth? Happy, now, Potter?" Malfoy said.

"Well, I would be a whole lot happier if you kill the pillow that is killing me." Harry yelled.

"Oh in the name of all things magic, how is that pillow moving!" Malfoy said, fear in his voice.

"It's magic, duh." said Ron.

"Shut it, Weasley, I'm going to help you here." said Malfoy.

"Oh right, yeah. Help!" said Ron. Malfoy pointed his wand at the pillow and muttered a spell under his breath. Evil Lord PIillow flew out of the window and miles of into the distance.

Malfoy repeted his movements on Feathertail.

"Thanks, Malfoy." said Harry. Ron was silent. Harry glared at him.

"Yeh, um, thanks, Malfoy. I guess." Ron mumbled to his shoes.

"Why are you here, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"I was conveinantly passing when I heard a yell. I followed it with my new-found curiousity and came inside without knocking. I then heard Weaseley here shout, and so I came upstairs. You know the rest. Now, tell ME what happened." Malfoy explained.

"Well, it stared a while back now. I was at home and there was this tick, tock, tick, tick, tock sound and then and CRASH, I ran upstairs and EvilLordPillow...." Harry started.

(One hour, fifty-two minutes and sixteen seconds later)

"WOW. Harry, I beleive you for once. I wonder why Granger and girl-Weaseley don't..." Malfoy said.

"I don't know. But we have to prove it to them." said Harry. "Tonight." he added, looking darkly at the wardrobe.

A/N: How was it, a little short but it is part 2. We have a new member in the club. Hmmm.