Draco bit his lip. He could see the train station appearing in front of the Hogwarts express. He glanced around trying to find his dad, but couldn't spot him. Draco sighed. He is always late for the important things.

The year sucked, and it was all Harry Potters fault.

First of all, Potter was some stupid idiot who decided to fight some diary and almost get killed by a snake down in the chambers of secret, so therefore he is the HERO.

The year had gone by so fast. It started out well. Mudblood's were falling back and forth, everyone was running out panicking, Dumbledore was gone, that stupid oaf was gone... And then little Potty has to go save the day, breaking basically EVERY SINGLE rule the school had, but no matter. Its Harry Potter right. All is good.

The one good thing was exams were cancelled, which was great because Draco passed transfiguration by the skin on his teeth and he didn't want his exam to drop him and fail. His father was going to be grumpy enough without another reason to be upset with him. After all, Draco knew, even though his father didn't straight out say it, that he had planted Lord Voldemort's Diary with the Weasley girl.

Just to make the year worse, Quidditch was a total flop. Draco completely screwed up the game letting Harry win even though he was being viciously being attacked by some cursed Bludger(unfortunately, Draco couldn't take credit for this trick. However he admires the skills of the person who did do it), while the Snare was sitting beside his head. It didn't really matter though, since the Quidditch tournament ended up being cancelled after the Weasley girl disappeared into the chamber of secrets. So ya, Quidditch that year sucked. Draco promised he would redeem himself the next year.

Draco hadn't talked to Cho all year. She was always surrounded by friends, and although he still looked out for her, he knew he wouldn't even know what to say if he had found her alone. So waves and hellos in the hall would have to do. And smiling at each other as we faced each other in Quidditch (Draco did beat her).

As for Sandy, she wouldn't look at him for the rest of the year. Every time he saw her in the hall, she had her eyes firmly in the other direction and her nose in the air. Draco was fine with that. Other the summer he would just have to come up with some evil way to get her back.

Overall, the promising year was very unsuccessful and dull, and Draco was very disappointed.

The students started pouring out of the open doors into king station. Draco sat there watching the litter of students running out to greet their parents.

Draco grabbed his bag and followed the crowd off the train.

Draco glanced up the station until her caught a glimpse of his father's long hair and pale face. He walked in that direction.

His father waited impatiently, swaying on his feet slightly. Draco walked up to him.

His father glanced down at him. "Let's go." His father turned and walked, very quickly, toward an exit.

Draco walked quickly to keep up with him. He struggled with his heavy bags. "Dad!"

Lucius sighed impatiently grabbing one.

Lucius didn't say anything until they were back in the manor.

"What's wrong?" Draco asked cautiously. Lucius usually wasn't this rushed and impatient.

"Dobby." Lucius snarled.

Draco glanced around expecting Dobby to appear or to be there, but Dobby was nowhere to be seen. "What's about him?" Draco asked with a sigh. Couldn't he just make sense for once?

"Dobby is no longer our house elf." Lucius snapped.

Draco raised his eyebrows. "You freed him... Why?"

"I was tricked!"

"How?" Draco was surprised.

Lucius grit his teeth together.

"Look Draco. I think it's about time that we got rid of that Harry Potter.."