Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any character, story element or plot item originally published in the Harry Potter books or movies that I may refer to in this story. I'm merely playing in the sandbox.

Author's note: Welcome back, dear reader, to another of my random ideas that I don't know what else to do with.

Violence is an interesting thing in the HP universe. People shoot pretty jets of light at each other and frankly, some of the effects are silly. It makes me wonder why people came up with them, then how they came up with them, but that leads astray.

In the end of book 5, Sirius Black dies. This is a huge thing to Harry, seemingly not because they are close, but because he represents the chance for freedom to Harry. Then, he goes to the mentor that he thought he had and is given even worse news. And he just goes back to the Dursleys who hate him, no questions really asked.

The initial thought I had on considering this was that the person who goes to rub salt in his wounds every train ride is the nephew of the woman who killed his godfather and the son of the man who ambushed them. How did he leave the train alive?

Draco stepped into the cabin and was surprised to see no one else there. "Crabbe, Goyle, where are you two idiots?"

There was a rustle of fabric to one side and he turned, seeing Longbottom closing the door to the cabin. Potter made a casting gesture with his wand and locked it.

Draco pulled his wand, but was stunned when in a solid move, Longbottom snatched it, then punched him across the jaw. The blonde boy hit the ground and stared up at them. "When my…"

He was silenced and Potter stared down at him, the hatred in his green eyes chilling him slightly. "What, when your father hears about this?" The Gryffindor smiled a cold smile. "He's in prison, I heard. I'm sure your little half blood Dark Lord will break him out. Him…your aunt…and the others."

"We should be good for a few minutes."

"Long enough. Thanks, Nev." Potter turned back to Draco and spoke. "Your aunt killed my godfather. Your dad ambushed us there. I was surprised not to see you this train trip. You're usually stupid enough to come harass us." Potter shook his head and Longbottom stepped forward and kicked him in the face.

Blood ran down his face from the kick and he started to ask why, but he was silent. "My parents, too. Crouch was kissed, but your aunt was one of them that attacked my parents."

"But, Neville, we can't assume that she was doing these things out of some kind of abusive nature. Purebloods are all good an innocent! Isn't that what we're told?" Potter leaned forward. "Funny, his blood doesn't look too different from Hermione's in the Ministry, does it?"

"Not really. I'll need you to clean my shoe. I don't want Death Eater on it."

"Will do, Neville." Potter turned to Draco, now positively frozen in fear. "First, we take care of this."

His next moments were pain, then blissful blackness.

Harry stepped off the train and Ron and Hermione separated from him quickly. They seemed nervous, but he understood. He was angry. Angrier than they'd seen, but still angry. As he stepped out into the crowd, he could see members of the Order gathering. Probably my 'protection'. He rolled his eyes, then saw someone. "Ahh…Mrs. Malfoy. How is your husband?"

The woman sneered as she looked at him, then straightened and pushed aside the obvious dislike. "Soon to be released, I hope."

"Me, too. Harder to get at him if he's locked up. I believe I owe him a meeting."

Several of the Order members began to step forward, but he kept his eyes focused on the woman in front of him. "I'd be shocked if you didn't join him. I heard you were moderately skilled in the Unforgiveables yourself."

"Your associate, Barty Crouch Junior, did demonstrate them and I've had all three performed on my by your pathetic Lord." He grinned. "Let me guess, your sister accused me of something. She's so obsessed with the Cruciatus spell that I'm shocked she doesn't curse herself out of habit when trying to clean her teeth."

Narcissa Malfoy reached forward to grab his arm and suddenly fell, a Beater's bat taking her out at the knees. Neville Longbottom looked down at her and she cried out, drawing a crowd. "Going to attack him, too? Seems to be a thing amongst your family."

Harry leaned forward, tearing the sleeve from her robe. The Dark Mark stood out against her pale skin and several in the crowd gasped. "Death Eater…" He snarled the words, then grinned at her. "Tell your sister I'm looking forward to our next meeting." His hand snapped out, a curse leaping from it to cut her wand as she drew it. "Naughty, Death Eater. I'll have to add you to the list."

He stood and walked away. "He's going to kill you."

He didn't even bother to look back. "He's failed every time. Your husband failed, too, in case you mean him. He was bested by an elf."

The Order members had approached, seemingly hesitating because of his actions, but Harry was already sheathing his wand, having cast the offered cleaning curse on both the bat and Neville's shoe. "Can't carry garbage out into the world, can we, Neville?"

"Where's my son?"

"That inbred filth probably can't remember what a train is. I mean, you and Lucius were brother and sister, right?" The pair walked off, leaving the Order members in shock as they met Neville's grandmother.

"I'm sorry I got Neville into that, but you'll be proud to know that he stood against them all, ma'am. I was glad to have him with me. He kept his head through it all." He bowed his head. "I'll gladly pay for the replacement wand, though I know there's no replacing the history of it."

August Longbottom nodded and went to speak, but Harry felt hands on him. "Where is my son? What did you do with him?"

"I leave the doing to Crabbe and Goyle. I want nothing to do with the Malfoys short of painting Diagon Alley with your entrails…you and your sister." His wand out again, he cast a low powered blasting spell that put her on her back, then tied up as he used the Incarcerus spell he'd looked up after the Ministry debacle. "Put your hands on me again, Death Eater, and I'm handling business right there, right then."

Ending note: Again, no idea, just a thought I had about that scenario. Draco? Obliviated until he drooled and the majority of his bones broken. I was venting a bit of personal anger into this chapter, but also can't see him coming out of the scenario any other way, particularly with magic's clear lack of consequences to traumatic injuries. Rowling made healing too good for such injuries to be as tragic as they would be int he real world.