Evanora

Train To Hogwarts: Sixth Year

I was sitting silently on the train, looking out the window. I eventually felt eyes on me and glanced across from me to find Harry worriedly staring at me. His green eyes were twinkling. I read his expression in the split second of eye contact that we had before he looked toward the window.

Later, Harry argued that Draco became a Death Eater.

"So what was Draco doing with that weird looking cabinet? And who were all those people?" Harry asked. "Don't you see? It was a ceremony, an initiation."

"Stop it Harry, I know where your going with this." Hermione said.

"It's happened. He's one of them." Harry said.

"One of what?" Ron asked, not quite understanding.

"Harry is under the impression Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater," Hermione said.

"You're barking," Ron said. "What would You-Know-Who want with a sod like Malfoy?"

"True," I admitted and looked toward Harry.

"Well. . Then what's he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for Furniture?" he said sarcastically.

"It's a creepy shop, he's a creepy bloke," Ron retorted.

"His father is a death eater, it only makes sense," Harry said. "Besides, you saw it with your own eyes, didn't you?" he asked me, avoiding my name.

"I----- I don't know what   I saw. It could have been anything. . ." I said, not entirely sure what I believed. "They have been in there before to sell their belongings before, remember? Maybe it's just a coincidence," I comfortably concluded. We didn't know enough to jump to conclusions. Harry stood up.

"I need some air," he said before grabbing a bag above my head and walking out of our car.

Eventually the train arrived and people began to file out and onto the platform.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked, looking down the hallway.

"He's probably on the platform already, come on," Ron said.

"I'll meet you guys later. I have to ask Luna something about the magazine she gave me," I said while walking in the opposite direction. I slipped past Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini. Pansy narrowed her eyes at mine as I walked past. "Love your haircut, by the way," I said kindly while ignoring their mean glares before exiting through a sliding door. It seemed as she was taken off-guard by my comment. Blaise and Malfoy hadn't noticed, obviously. I spotted Luna wearing a pair of pink and blue glasses that I saw in the magazine.

"Hey, Luna," I said, stepping forward. "So, have I got any wrackspurts?"

"No, your head is exceptionally clear of them," she said in a light, soft tone.

"Brilliant," I said.

We talked about the Quibbler magazine. Apparently her dad is the editor. I had to stop and go back in the train because I nearly left my other bag, so I told her I would see her in the Great Hall.

I stepped back onto the train and shoved my bag into my other one so I didn't lost it again. Suddenly, there was a faint thump. I froze until a dark figure came strutting angrily out of a door. He slid it shut behind him and I backed into a corner where he couldn't see me. I peered out the window as he left the train. Malfoy. I picked up the pace in my steps and walked into the room that he was in because the carriages were leaving soon. One of the tables were collapsed. What happened here? I tightened my bag on my shoulder and took three quick steps forward until suddenly I gasped and toppled over something large and. . . invisible?