The stars (Harry Potter fanfiction)

Chapter Forty-Nine

I'm sitting in the train compartment next to Harry reading a Quibbler. I'm not listening to what he's saying but I can still hear him.

"So what was Draco doing with that weird-looking cabinet? And who were all those people? Don't you see? It was a ceremony. An initiation." Harry tells us, going on about Malfoy he's been talking about him so much it's like Malfoy's his lover.

"Stop it, Harry. I know where you're going with this." Hermione tells him, finally taking her eyes off of her book. "It happened. He's one of them." Harry continues. "One of who?" Ron asks I sigh and flip a page of the Quibbler and say.

"Harry's under the impression Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater."

Harry turns to glare at me before he snatches the Quibbler from my hands and puts it under him.

"You're not getting it back."

I groan and turn the other way, my back facing him. "You're barking. What would You-Know-Who want with a sod like Malfoy?" Ron asks. Harry then starts again with his crazy theory. "Well, then what's he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for furniture?"

"It's a creepy shop. He's a creepy bloke."

"Look, his father is a Death Eater. It only makes sense. Besides, Hermione saw it with her own eyes." Harry then points to Hermione she then shakes her head. "I told you, I don't know what I saw."

I then butt in. "He is." They all turn to look at me. I continue to speak, "My mum told me, when we were all there that night. And I mean look at him looks like a damn death eater."

Harry sighs and gets up. "I need some air." He grabs something and then he walks out of our little space.

"He's not getting air."

Soon enough more time passes. And Harry is still not back, we're all starting to exit. I grab my bag from the shelf and look down the rows for Harry.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asks out loud. Looking down with me, Ron shrugs barely caring.

"He's probably on the platform. Come on." He tells us, dragging Hermione and me off the train.

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I'm sitting across from Ron as he eats some jelly. Hermione staring at him in disgust so is Ginny.

I stick my finger on the side of the bowl and scoop out some jelly. I lick my finger and it does taste good, I smile Ron saw this and grabs another spoon from somewhere, and pushes the bowl of jelly towards me. We both share it.

Hermione picks up her book and starts hitting Ron repeatedly with it. I stare and slowly grab the bowl and eat more jelly from it.

"Will you stop eating? Your best friend is missing."

I laugh before Ginny snatches the bowl from me. "You should stop too! He is your boyfriend."

I roll my eyes and point to Dean. "Why aren't you with your boyfriend?" She doesn't say anything and stays silent.

"Why won't you turn around, you lunatic?" Ron tells Hermione while pointing behind her. And there he is Harry Potter. Dried up blood on his face and shirt.

"He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?" Ginny says in her monotone voice. I nod agreeing with her.

"Looks like it's his own this time."

Harry then takes a seat next to me, I touch his nose some blood getting on my hand I just wipe it on his robes. "Where have you been? What happened to your face?" Hermione asks more worried than me.