Harry Potter and the Boy He Loved | Drarry

Chapter 2: To Hogwarts

Chapter 2: To Hogwarts

When the trio had informed Mr. and Mrs. Weasley about their return to Hogwarts, they were ecstatic.

"Oh, I had been so worried about what jobs you would be able to find without completing school," Molly said.

"Especially in this economy," added Arthur.

Ginny, too, was filled with glee to hear their news.

"Will you two be able to play Quidditch?" she asked Ron and Harry eagerly.

They pondered the thought.

"I doubt it," Harry said glumly. "Being 18 and all, I don't think McGonagall would find it fair."

"Oh," she remarked. "Right."

But the two boys could live without Quidditch. All they really wanted to do was fully complete school and get a stable job.

When the three friends and Ginny ventured through the brick wall between platforms nine and ten at King's Cross Station, they were surprised to find almost every student from Harry, Ron, and Hermione's year.

"Neville?" Hermione called as Ginny went to meet up with her friends.

The tall, dark-haired boy turned around. "Harry! Hermione! Ron!" he exclaimed, face lit up. He engulfed the three in a hug and said, "I didn't know you were coming back!"

"We hardly did either," Ron said with a grin. "I think Hermione finally convinced McGonagall to let us finish up school."

"Well, she wasn't the only one. I've been writing McGonagall all summer. Said I didn't think the education we had gotten last year was right, or fair. I mean, you saw who was teaching."

Harry hadn't even thought of that. Who else from their year would be returning?

Before he could continue the thought, the train whistle blew.

"I'll be seeing you lot later! Gotta find Luna," Neville said with a grin.

Hermione led them onto the train until they found the first empty compartment and then hauled their trunks onto the luggage shelf. While Hermione began gushing about her excitement (and anxiety), Harry stared out of the compartment, head swimming. Who else was returning? He watched the passersby carefully so as to count up familiar faces. Much to his surprise, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini passed their compartment, fingers linked.

Huh, Harry thought. Wonder when that started.

He was so distracted thinking to himself that he almost missed when a tall, white-haired boy with a pointed chin passed their compartment.

"Was that Malfoy?" Harry said, almost shouting.

"What?" gasped Hermione.

"Where?" said Ron.

"Just now, he passed our compartment."

"Why do you reckon he's back?" asked Ron, craning his neck by the window to the hall to look.

"Maybe his parents came to their senses?" Hermione said hopefully. "I mean, Harry, you said that they weren't even fighting during the battle."

"Yeah, no, they weren't," Harry said thoughtfully. "But they also didn't have wands."

Hermione and Ron stared at him blankly.

"Do you remember when I saw into Voldemort's mind at the Burrow last year?" Harry asked to no response, but continued. "Lucius Malfoy had given his wand to Voldemort because Voldemort thought it would help him kill me. But when we were moving me to the Burrow and he tried to kill me, the wand cracked, which left Lucius with no wand. Then Malfoy's mum gave her wand to Malfoy after he lost his own during his fight with Dobby at Malfoy Manor, and that one ended up getting left in the fiendfyre, anway. So they couldn't really fight anyway. They were only there to find Malfoy."