DISCLAIMER: THE BOOK BELONGS TO J. I HAVE ONLY BORROWED BOTH CHARACTERS AND PLOTLINE.

CHAPTER 35

Swallowing his pride Draco walked up to Darren on the train and stiffly asked him "Do you happen to know where that brother of yours has snuck off to now?" Darren looked at Draco and said shaking his head "Its best you leave him alone for now Malfoy, Harry has been in a foul mood this entire morning. He'd probably just bite your head off or something." Draco looked surprised; Harry's foul moods were short lasting what on earth happened to be this angry? Thanking Darren, Draco walked away continuing the pursuit of Harry.

While walking down the passageway he bumped into Luna who had been standing and staring at something in empty space, mumbling under her breath. When Draco went over to talk to her she had jumped and swatted at his head real hard "Got one!" she exclaimed beaming at him. "Got what?" Draco asked rubbing his stinging forehead. "Oh! It was a delinquent Nargle of course." "Of course" Draco said sardonically.

"Um Luna, have you seen Harry anywhere?"

"Harry? Why yes he walked to the last compartment and locked himself in" she leaned closer to him and said "Be careful Draco there was an infestation of Nargles around him."

"Right, thanks Luna" He said and quickly escaped being hit again.

Standing in front of the last compartments door Draco cautiously knocked and softly called "Harry?"

Not receiving an answer he knocked a little harder this time and said "Harry it's me Draco, I need to talk to you about the genealogy stuff" he finished in a whisper.

Pressing his ear to the door Draco heard Harry say 'Alohomora' and the door slid open silently. Entering the compartment and locking it behind him, while putting up a silencing charm, Draco walked over to Harry who had been sitting with his back leaned up against the wall of the train and his legs limply stretched in front of him. He looked up at Draco with green eyes that burned with some kind of suppressed rage, his mouth twisted into a defiant ugly scowl.

"Somebody got off the wrong side of the bed" Draco said lightly and sat down on the berth opposite him.

"You okay Harry? Why are you so angry, or rather at whom are you angry with?"

Harry looked at him the fire in his eyes burning out and instead taking on a despondent look "What If someone precious to you was about to face the worst possible kind of danger and you had no means at your disposable to save them?"

"Something happen to Darren?" Draco guessed rightly.

"Can you keep a secret Dray?" Harry asked looking gravely at him.

"I'm good at keeping secrets" Draco said laughing almost ruefully, looking away.

"Good because I need to trust in someone right now, what you are about to hear Dray is very confidential many people's lives are riding on it's secrecy."

Looking curiously at him Draco nodded.

"I never told you about everything that happened the last year" Harry said sighing "there were some parts to the story I kept hidden from you, I'm sorry." Looking at Draco, he saw him frown a bit, but otherwise did not say anything. Encouraged Harry went on "Remember I told you about the dark creature that had possessed Quirrel? Well, that actually was Voldemort."

"Wha….!"

Draco's jaw had fallen wide open and his face was drained completely of his blood. "Ha…Harry, did you just say the Dark Lord is back? Bu…But, he's dead. Your brother killed him remember?"

"That was what everyone was told Dray, only Dumbledore and a few select other knew that he was still alive, well barely alive, living like a blood sucking spirit, now they say that he's getting stronger, biding his time to come back."

Harry then relayed everything to Draco that he had heard last night watching his face crumble from within, he looked like he was about to cry.

"Harry…" he whispered "If he came back it would be wrought hell in my family my…my father is a goddamn death eater for god sakes! What if…." He couldn't complete the sentence as his tears finally rolled down his face and he turned away ashamed.

"Never!" Harry said "there is still a lot of time for anything to happen, but if you think for one moment that I would let my family and friends play into that fiends hands again you're wrong, I get my family to do something for yours or I will fight your father if I have to Dray and so must you."

Draco looked terribly uncertain knowing that those were just words of encouragement but deep within himself he knew with Harry he'd be safe. So he nodded and wiped way the tears roughly with the back of his hand.

"My mother is right you know," Harry said looking far away "Dumbledore has made it so that Darren literally has no escape he has to bear the mantle of 'The Boy Who' lived for the rest of his life. He will always be seen as a savior and will be expected to do battle, the man has been quite cunning about it and now my entire family has to pay a heavy price again."

"Harry I don't get it why is he pushing for the prophecy? It's not like the prophecy is definite about an outcome, I mean it's the opposite it's almost precautionary."

"Yeah, I know. That's why mum is so mad; Darren could die for this, even with all the training in the world especially against a man who won't die. But I see what Dumbledore is thinking, it's like a last option thing, Darren will be the ace in his game. Whether he lives or not is not important already he has become a symbol to the people, one of hope and renewal, plus Darren is the perfect candidate he is so good and brave and heroic he becomes a rallying point in the war. Really the man has played such a devious game. I'm starting to see what he really could be under that guise of a kindly old man."

"But there is no time to dwell on growing distrust is there? Dray they are planning on starting to train Darren for the war, luckily I've been left out of it because 'I'm not powerful enough' that actually gives me the advantage of escaping our favorite Headmaster, let him play his warped games I need to protect people I love and care about. I've been thinking may we could start training together or something, like small basic spells and then gradually raise the bar?"

"It will be a very slow progress Harry, are you prepared for that?"

"I have to try any means Dray anything will be useful" Harry said looking out of the darkening window.

"I'll help you Harry the best I can" Draco said "you know, I think I finally understand why father sent me and mum to France in the holidays, it was on such short notice and so sudden. Father has been so restless of late, he must be terrified for us and himself. This is the worst possible news ever!"

"Cookie…? From Edinburg," Harry asked commiserating with him.