Chapter 2 : Chapter 1
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This was not unexpected due to his own actions during the previous years, though a small part of him had hoped that no-one would pay him much attention. After all, who was he really? Sighing, he bowed his head, keeping his eyes glued to the floor and shying away from the angry glares. As he approached the next carriage he was halted in his steps as a pair of feet swung abruptly in front of him. The grudging mutters of the crowd grew louder with the new confrontation.
“How. Dare. You.” A voice filled with fury screamed, “How dare you show your FACE here? After what you? After whom you served? After all your father did? You should be ASHAMED! I don’t want scum like YOU going to school with my child.”
Draco, keeping his head down, shuffled his position, attempting to walk past the small ferocious looking woman. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him with such force that he dropped the cage holding Galen. The giant bird squawked and fluttered his giant wings attempting to upright himself. Bending down he picked up the cage and attempted to calm him with soothing words. During this exchange the angry crowd had grown louder and the woman who had approached him stood 4 feet away with a furious expression etched onto her face and both fists curled into balls at her side. He looked into her dark eyes and saw no forgiveness there. The overwhelming guilt he’d been trying to keep at bay filled his entire being. He didn’t even want their forgiveness, he didn’t deserve it anyway.
The small woman took a step forward and the crowd followed her. Draco was immersed in a sea of angry faces and furious accusations being thrown at him from all sides. He didn’t know what to do nor how to handle the situation. A few years ago he would have just blasted them all aside and continued walking, but that isn’t the person he was anymore. Not who he wanted to be. But they didn’t know that and they didn’t care. They just wanted the justice that was owed to them even if they only had him as a poor substitute. Picking up his trunk he attempted to push through the crowd, but hands pushed him back to prevent him from leaving the centre of the group. All the accusations he’d put to himself were being thrown at him laced with disgust. On his left side he felt a small shove as one of the crowd pushed at him and soon he was being jostled around by all those surrounding him.
“OI! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” A familiar voice filled with anger bellowed through the noise of the entire crowd.
Instantaneously the platform became silent apart from the continuing squawks of Galen and the sound of the steam engine next to them. As the crowd moved to get a better view of the newcomer Draco’s suspicions were confirmed. Harry Potter, the green eyed saviour of the Wizarding World, stood before him as his defender. The woman who had first approached Draco was the first to speak again.
“Getting the justice we deserve,” she yelled.
Her words were greeted with a cheer of agreement from the surrounding mass of people, “Scum like him should not be in a school environment, endangering my child. He should be locked up in Azkaban along with the rest of you-know-who’s followers. I thought YOU of all people would feel the same,” she spit.
“Justice?” he repeated sceptically,” You call this justice? He has been tried before the courts and been dealt the justice he deserves. Who are you to decide whether he’s been brought to it or not?”
“HE MURDERED NO-ONE,” Harry roared, “He was a death eater and he did some horrible things. But he never killed and I’m pretty sure he knew what he was doing was wrong. He just couldn’t find a way out. If your positions were reversed would you want to be treated this way?” He looked up from the woman’s eyes and spoke to the surrounding crowd, “Do you really want to sink to his level? Be better than him. Be better than what he was. Your children will be in no danger from him and that is a promise.”
Most of the faces in the crowd had turned to awe as Harry had spoken. Draco looked around and saw that though most were still angry he was in no danger from them now. The crowd was thinning as people moved away from him but all he could think was why? Why did Harry Potter just help him, Draco Malfoy? The boy, who had taunted him for years, hated him beyond reason, from nothing but jealousy. Why?
Without thinking Draco followed Harry down the platform to where he was standing with the Weasley girl and Granger. As he approached the black haired boy he still wasn’t sure whether this was a clever idea or not. Perhaps he would not want his thanks. He was going to get it anyway though. Draco was now directly behind him, he sharply tapped harry on his left shoulder and the boy turned around with an expressionless look on his face.
“Yes?” he asked, sounding almost bored though with a hint of actual curiosity as to what he wanted.
Potter’s 3 friends, the two Weasley’s and Granger, were glaring at him from behind Harry. He could feel his palms growing sweaty as the tension rolled off the group, and the angry glares of other people found him.
“I er-,” Draco started to say, choking slightly. He gave a small cough and continued, “Potter, I just came over to thank you for what you said back there. It was very noble of you and I recognise you did not have to do it. So er thank you even more.”
His friends shared a look between each other, somewhere between surprise and annoyance. It humoured him to watch their emotions tangle as he had said something unexpected. Harry, however, did well to hide his surprise if he indeed had any.
“Well you’re welcome Draco, but I didn’t do it for you.”
“I know, but still, thanks.”
Grabbing his trunk he turned around and walked to the other end of the platform to the carriages where the Slytherin’s normally sat. Picking an empty one he hauled his trunk into the compartment, placed Galen in his cage onto the rack and made himself comfortable for the train journey. It’s going to be an interesting year.
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