A/N This chapter is very short but I think you will like it none the less. Also remember the warnings for this story and the format and grammar suck balls so keep that in mind also. Review's make me right the next chapter a whole lot freackin' faster lol

I woke up the next morning totally exhausted. I stretched and got up and hissed in pain. My knuckles were bloody and raw. I could barely move my hands. Did I punch a wall or something?

Along with my hands was a deep inner ache. I shrugged it off and got some clothes on and made my way to the great hall. I wonder where Ron and Hermione is?

They usually wait for me in the common room but they weren't there today. Hmm so sore...body hurts. I walked into the great hall and everyone stopped eating and talking all at once.

They just stared at me in a mix of shock, anger, hate, disgust, loathing and much more. I slowly walked to my table and sat down by Hermione and Ron. Everyone else near me got up and sat somewhere else.

I looked at Hermione and said, "What's everyone staring at? It feels like I won the triwizard tournament again." I smiled and they looked at me in pure disbelief. What are they staring at? Do I have something on my face?

Ron looked at me and said, "Harry, do you remember anything from yesterday?" I stared at him confused and said, "Well yeah, Why?" Hermione fidgeted in her seat and said, "What exactly do you remember Harry?"

I said, "I remember getting up and eating breakfast. Then going to potions and then drinking the potion that I made. Then...sitting down for dinner. That's all I remember. Why what happened?"

Ron looked at Hermione and then he said, "Honestly, you snapped. You went manic because someone spiked your pumpkin juice.

We told you to go see Madame Pomfrey and when you got up from the table you glanced at Malfoy and..." His sentence died when Professor McGonagall came over looking rather serious and said, "Mister Potter, come with me."

I looked at my friends who looked scared. Ron looked horrified and Hermione was crying. I got up and followed Professor McGonagall out of the great hall.

I looked back to the Slitherin table and seen everyone of them staring at me. I looked for Draco only to find that he wasn't there. I wonder why Draco isn't eating breakfast today? He usually is pretty early.

I walked behind Professor McGonagall down lots of corridors and empty rooms. I finally could make out where we were going. We were headed to the dungeons. Why would she take me to the dungeons?

She stopped in front of a door I have never seen before and knocked. When someone said, "Come in." She quickly made her way inside.

I slowly followed her inside and came face to face with a very angry Professor Snape, a grave looking Professor Dumbledore, and a Professor McGonagall that was close to tears. I wonder if this has anything to do with Draco and why he wasn't at breakfast today?

A/N So tell me what you think should I continue? Should I just give up writing altogether? Remember review's make me right the next chapter a whole lot freackin' faster. So if you want to find out what happens review.