Death Eaten: Draco Malfoy X Reader

An Unexpected Visit on the Hogwarts Express

Y/N's POV

Packing for Hogwarts wasn't exactly hard since most of my belongings were lost in the fire. I was able to save some things but not everything. I spent a lot of alone time in Diagon Alley during it's slowest hours so I could avoid anybody familiar. I was able to get myself a new wardrobe clothing wise, my books, and new school robes. 
When it came to getting to Platform 9 3/4, I made sure to get up extra early. I picked up Shadow and Locket from my Great Grandfather's and arrived on the platform at 9 o'clock. I grabbed a seat in the very back of the train and made a sign that said "Out of Order" and hung it up against the window to the door. I did not wish to be disturbed by anyone, not even the trolley witch. The only ones I'd have with my would be Locket and Shadow. 
When I got myself settled, I laid down on the left side of the seat and tried resting my eyes. 

Harry's POV 

I was sitting with Hermione and Ron on the train. My scar was bothering me but, I was more bothered by the fact that I haven't seen Y/N when we boarded. I actually haven't seen her at all since the fire, and I don't mean the one at the Quidditch World Cup. I couldn't get the look on her face out of my mind. She looked terrified and so hurt. I was also curious of what she meant when she told Mr. Weasley "We came back for Harry. My mark sensed death, Mr. Weasley" and "Mr. Weasley. If Harry isn't dead I need to know who is. My mark started to sting...twice!"
I had no idea what she meant by her mark stinging. What mark? I haven't seen any marks on her body unless it was somewhere where it could easily by covered by clothing. If Mr. Weasley knew I wondered if Ron, the twins, or Ginny knew what she meant. My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the trolley witch. 
"--Anything from the trolley?" she called continuously before she stopped at our cabin. 
"Anything form the trolley dears?" she asked. I got up and grabbed my bag of money. 
"Packet of Drooble's...and a licorice wand," Ron said as he stood up. I stood next to Ron as he realized he was a couple knuts short of a sickle. 
"On second thought, just the Droobles."
"It's all right, I'll get it. Don't worry," I reassured him. 
"Just the Drooble's. Thanks," Ron said, turning my offer down. I tried to look for something on the trolley. I wanted to get something for Y/N and try looking for her when we get off the train. She loves Acid Pops and Cauldron Cakes so I decided to get those for her. 
"--Two Pumpkin Pasties, please," came a voice. I looked up and saw Cho Chang, who was the seeker for Ravenclaw. She was very pretty. She and I shared eye contact for a moment before I broke it out of nervousness. She said thank you to the Trolley Witch and gave me a small smile before leaving with her friends. 
"Anything sweet for you, dear?" the Trolley Witch asked me. 
"Yes. One acid pop and two cauldron cakes, please," I said. She got the sweets and handed them to  me as I handed her the money. I thanked her before going back inside the cabin. I then stashed them away. 
"Saving that for later?" asked Ron. 
"No, I'm going to give them to Y/N if I find her when we get off the train. 
"This is horrible," said Hermione as she looked up from the newspaper. "How can the Ministry not know who conjured the mark or who burnt down Y/N's house? Wasn't there any security at the cup?"
"Loads, according to Dad," Ron replied with his mouth full of Drooble's. "That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses."
"And what about Y/N's parents? I'm sure Mrs and Mr. Blackbird would've been able to identify a fire and get out of it quickly enough like they were able to save their animals," Hermione continued. 
"Oh, they definitely would've," said Ron. "According to Dad, when Mr and Mrs. Blackbirds bodies were found, it seemed that they were dead before the fire started or could even reach them. They're bodies were still affected by the fire so someone killed them and tried to cover it up with the fire," Ron said. "Y/N or Ethan don't know about that part, though. We better not mention it to them," Ron explained. 
"But, Ron. Wouldn't we want to tell them the truth?" asked Hermione. 
"No, especially not to Y/N. She blames the whole thing on herself too much as it is. It would make it even worse if she knew they were dead before the fire," Ron explained. 
"Why does she blame herself? She hasn't done anything," I said.
"I'm not allowed to talk about it. It's extremely private," Ron explained. Hermione and I exchanged looks but, I got distracted because my scar started to hurt. I itched it to try and make the pain stop. 
"It's hurting again, isn't it? Your scar," Hermione pointed out.
"I'm fine," I shook my head. Hermione leaned over to me. 
"You know Sirius will want to hear about this," Hermione told me. "What you saw at the World cup, the dream, and about Y/N's parents."
 I sighed and stared out the window. Hermione handed me some parchment, a quill, and ink. I wrote Sirius a letter and mentioned everything Hermione told me. About what happened at the cup, my dream, and what happened to Y/N's parents. I had a feeling all these events were connected and I wanted help from Sirius to see if he can help me make the connection. I gave the letter to Hedwig and she flew out the window to deliver the letter to Sirius.