Chapter 2 - Train Ride

He ran through the corridors, faster than before, he had to get to her, he had too, he found the same choice prepared for him, and he turned right once more, running as fast as he could, the hallway feeling longer than before as he ran.

Harry's dead. It's up to me. Me. I'm the hero, he assured himself, as he ran, and ran, still getting no closer to her.

Her screams were ringing in his ear, she was in pain. She was being tortured. He couldn't bear hearing her screams. It ached in his ear, as his stomach started hurting again. He needed to get to her.

He kept running, the hallway stretching longer. He took out his wand, hardly knowing he had taken it out of his pocket.

"Arculus Soulitus!" he said as he ran, the hallway became small again, he was in front of the door. Her muffled screams filled the hallway as he looked at the door, astonished the spell worked. He smiled. He was here.

He took the doorknob, as he twisted it, he heard an explosion sound from inside the room.

No. Oh my fuckin -

The fire scattered through the hall, making Draco it's first victim. He screamed out in pain. His whole body ached as he felt the hot fire surrounding him as he fell down to the floor.

He heard a voice.

It's her.

Someone kneeled down beside him.

"Draco-"



He woke up from his bedroom floor. It was morning, the sun was shining inside his room.

Dobby! That little fool! I closed those shutters last night. He is dead.

Draco got up, ready to walk down the stairs, as he felt a bad pain in his body as he tried standing.

He gave out a loud painful noise as he tried to get up. His dream came back to him.

It was her - I heard her - she was... who was she? Why am I thinking about this - I'm Draco Malfoy - I can get anyone I want and whoever the hell she is I don't need her anyway. What the hell?

He saw a green glowing ring beside his arm.

What the hell is this? Well, lets find out.

Draco slipped the ring into his pocket just as his mom called him from the stairs.

"Draco, are you ready to go?"

"Ready to go whe-"

Fuck!

He read his clock and quickly slipped on his clothes, calling in Dobby to carry his trunk down with him. Draco knew Dobby was a little house elf, and he knew he couldn't carry them, but just had Dobby do it for the fun of it all. Dobby always hurt himself with the trunk, and for a reason Draco didn't even know, he enjoyed Dobby getting hurt.

To other families, this would sound evil, but the Malfoys' were a different kind of family than any other.

He walked out of the Malfoy Manor with his father, still having an un-expressional remark on his face. Lucuis Malfoy looked at his son, not half as proud at Draco as he should be, Lucuis wasn't proud of Draco. He hadn't gotten any special awards are even a chance to be a seeker or beater in Quidditch his first or second year in Hogwarts. Lucuis had expected more from his son, who had grown up with magic. Lucuis was a stubborn man - he didn't like that Draco had never got anything even though all the funding the Malfoys' do for Hogwarts. He was pissed off.

"Go, Draco." Lucuis said to Draco unsteadily.

Draco lowered his head to get into his father's car. Regularly, Draco would try to convince everyone to let him fly on his broomstick to the train station, even though muggles would see and he'd have a court case, but Draco had gotten caught up in his thoughts.

"Draco!" his father yelled.

"Do you believe you have to scream to get me to hear you?" he remarked as he came out of his trance.

"You know the rules, I suppose?"

"Yes, Lucuis, we went through this, I know what to do."

"And you stay away from that Potter boy."

"I will." he said as he let himself daze off again.

God, please don't tell me after the whole 'no getting expelled or into trouble' is the sex talk.

He looked down inside his pocket, seeing the ring glow brightly.

"Father?"

"Yes, Draco?" Lucuis said stubbornly.

"Do you know anything about a green glowing ring?"

"Why?"

"I just saw it in a magazine article."

"Well then, I thought you'd never read unless it was at Hogwarts. The only 'green glowing ring', as you put it, boy, is the arculus imbarsen. I can't see why you should ask."

"What does it do?"

"I don't have time for this, Draco. If you want to find out, find out from one of your teachers. Go on," Lucuis said, as Draco walked out of the car with his luggage in hand.

He walked down between platform 9 and 10, and ran into the middle of them, leading him into platform 9 and 3 quarters, he gave a half smile to himself, walking down to the train.

Finally, out of that dumb house with those dumb people I call family. Finally with other people. And no more worrying about dreams or 'her'. God, being me is great.


Harry ran into the train, going into the seats from the first year where Ron & Harry had sat, and where Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat their second years, and now where them and Ginny would be meeting before the train left off.

Harry sat down next to Hermione, thinking about what had happened during this summer. He had thought it would be much more unexciting then other summers, but it was even more exciting, not to add dangerous.

Hermione looked over at Harry. She thought that something was wrong with him, then assuring herself he was perfectly fine and just overly tired from recent events. She still worried, though. Harry hadn't really been one for talking to Hermione over the summer. He had become distant over the past two months after she admitted that she had liked Harry, all he did was explain to her that he hadn't the same feelings for her as she did for him.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ginny asked, looking worriedly at his tired face.

"Fine, I'm just a little tired."

"Bloody hell, Harry, you look like a train wreck!" Ron commented as Harry lifted himself up in his seat.

"Ron!" Hermione shouted out. Ron got the point.

"What's wrong, Harry?" asked Hermione, hardly looking at him.

"It's just these dreams, again."

"No attacks in real life anymore?"

"No, it seems that stage is over. But now I have these dreams, and I'm going to go save someone and I fall, and, Malfoy's in it. I can't get anything from it, and it gives me aches all over my body when I wake up. They don't seem to go away."

"Malfoy?" Ron said, hate in his voice.

"I always knew that bloody dumbass would be behind something like this." Ron said.

"We don't know that, Ron, there just dreams." replied Hermione.

"Are you sticking up for Malfoy?" Ron asked, looking with a worried expression at Hermione.

"No, I'm saying we don't know who's doing this. And it might not be him. We've tried blaming it on him before - it doesn't fit anyways, from whats happened, Malfoy couldn't-"

"I think he could." Ginny added.

Ron looked over at her.

"Ginny, your not getting into this." Ron said, looking over at his sister.

"I am already. Malfoy could've done it, he has enough power, I presume." said Ginny.

"Are you saying you think Malfoy has power - " started Ron, until Harry yelled over them, "Stop!"

"Look, Ginny has a point, Hermione has a point, it could be Malfoy, Ron." said Harry, looking straight at Ron even though Harry's eyes felt harder to open.

Ron sat back in his seat. Ginny looked at him. Hermione changed the subject, "So, Ginny, second year, you scared?"

"A little. But I'll be okay." answered Ginny, almost mumbling.

"I'm gonna get on my robe," said Hermione, when it turned silent between the four of them.

She swung on her Gryffindor robe over her clothes, tying it, and sat down as Ginny got up to get her robe, and then Ron and Harry did. Hermione gazed at her window at the beauty of the green grass and trees as the train kept going. She couldn't wait until they got to Hogwarts. She hadn't thought it would be this different with Harry. She thought they'd talk like they regularly did, but they didn't.

Ron sat, staring straight at Hermione. He thought of her, he felt bad for her now. Harry had upset her badly from when he rejected her, even though a nice rejection, it was still rejection, and he knew that Hermione wouldn't ever take that well. He had always known Hermione had a crush on Harry - and knew she was going to tell him - but he never thought it would end with being uncomfortable near eachother. If only she liked him. He wouldn't have rejected her. Actually, Ron had grown on her for the last two years. He liked her frizzy hair, even though a little all over the place, and he liked that she was as clever as she was and that she was sweet. But she would never of noticed him... not without Harry being around. And even thought Harry's still around, Hermione never notices him the way he wants to be noticed. This was just the way it was.

Ginny looked over at Ron.

God, please spare me the love story, she thought to herself, looking at Ron looking at Hermione, and knowing Hermione would like to be looking at Harry. She thought quietly to herself about her second year, thinking of what she'll be able to do if Ron would allow her - she could help them with this - of course, young, naive little Ginny can't do anything! she mimicked what Ron would be thinking if she had asked again to help.

Observation
A lot of different POVs in this chapter, it opened you to the ideas that I wasn't only gonna go from what Draco was doing, but all the characters. It gave you a little look up on everything that happened over the summer to the trio, and Ginny. You notice the connection between the dreams of Malfoy and Harry, and, if you remembered, Draco says, "Harry Potter can't return after he fell," in the beginning of chapter 1. And now Harry says, "But now I have these dreams, and I'm going to go save someone and I fall, and, Malfoy's in it."

There is really no reason for this chapter except to get you acquainted with the way I'll portray the characters. And also, Ginny's feelings toward Ron.