𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 || 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 || 𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒

Chapter 3

The train ride was uneventful to say the least. He sat with the Slytherins but didn't speak. He just looked out the window and mostly ignored them. Harry could feel all the stares on him so he turned his head and met every single pair of eyes with his cold, emotionless ones. The Slytherins all blanched and quickly found something else to look at. The one person who didn't was Draco; he had a curious look on his face and wasn't afraid of meeting Harry's eyes. Harry looked back out of the window and let Draco ponder.

Draco was sitting in his seat he always sat in pondering on why Harry was in the Slytherin compartments. Did he and the Gryffindorks fall out? With the Tri-wizard tournament this year, none of them had supported him so it does make sense if that was the case. Draco observed Harry curiously. He looked like he was preparing for something. His clothes were the worst he had ever seen, they looked like hand me downs they were so big. But, at the same time, he looked almost regal sitting there with a different house.

The train ride was soon over and Harry hopped off just behind Draco. He exited through the wall and spotted his relatives scowling at him. He walked briskly over, knowing the longer he took, the more painful his punishment would be at the end of the holidays. The Dursley's has made a chart. A chart for his punishments, showing what his crime was, and the type of punishment he had and the total time he would be punished for it at the end of the holiday. Last summer, he was punished for 2 hours and 43 minutes. He hated it but it meant he could get treatment almost immediately when he got back to school.

Draco went to meet his mother. "Your Father is in a meeting with Tom so he couldn't come with me and pick you up from school." She said in an apologetic tone. Draco smiled, "It's okay mother, I'll see him at dinner right?" She nodded. "Of course, ready to go?" She grabbed his arm and spun on her heel. The last thing Draco saw was Harry Potter get smacked round the back of the head harshly by a fat man.

"Move boy." Harry trudged over to the car and pulled his trunk into the boot. He slid into the passenger seat next to his fat whale of a cousin and stared out of the window until they reached the house. He sighed; this was going to be a long summer.