The Dark Castle

THE DARK CASTLE

-CHAPTER THREE-

NOTE: This story is very poorly written the 10-15 first chapters, and it will be rewritten. I promise you that, but please bear with me until later chapters. The later ones are also beta'd.

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”Boy! Did you pack yesterday? If you didn’t you have yourself to blame. We’re going right now!” his uncle bellowed from downstairs.

Harry looked around in his messy room. His books and cloths were spread all over the place.

“Messytine,” he said and everything packed itself.

He dragged his trunk downstairs because he didn’t want to reveal that he was able to do magic during the summer.

“There you are. Get in the car!” Vernon snarled.

“Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses,” he said in a non concerned voice.

It was a horrible ride to London. His uncle, aunt and cousin sat dead quiet. Harry himself wasn’t enjoying the silence.

“Turn on the radio before I get bored to death and begin to tell you about every curse I’ve ever learnt.”

“You do no such thing boy!” Vernon shouted.

“I won’t if you turn on the radio.”

Vernon did it in a hurry.

Harry relaxed in the car. He could stand the ride much better with some music. Vernon turned of the radio outside Kings cross and stopped the car.

“Get out of the car!” Vernon said.

“I’d love to,” he shoot back.

He grabbed his trunk and watched how Vernon drew away quickly. He sneered after the car.

He couldn’t see either of his two goons (Hermione and Ron) so he got on the train all by himself. They were probably on a perfect meeting anyway. Odd, the order didn’t escort me this year, he thought. Oh well, shit the same.

He was lucky to find a compartment all by himself. It did help that he was early.

When the train began to roll he relaxed. He was enjoying the ride all by himself when Draco and –his- two goons came.

Harry hide his emotions with out even thinking twice about it.

“Do you mind if we join you?” Draco drawled.

“Not at all,” he said coldly.

Draco looked closely at him.

“You must be new here. I’m Draco Malfoy,” he said and reached out his hand for him to shake.

Harry eyed it wearily.

He hadn’t changed –that- much for Christ sake!

“I know,” he said.

“You do? Perhaps we have some... common friends and goals then,” said Draco meaningfully.

Harry smirked.

“Not really,” he said in an even voice.

Draco narrowed his eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“The same as always, Draco.”

Harry watched how Draco’s eyes widened.

“No way! You can’t be Potter!” he yelped.

He was looking quite silly with that expression really.

“Well, I am.”

Draco was apparently at a loss for what to say. Harry waited patiently. It wasn’t like he was in a hurry or something.

“You’ve changed,” Draco finally managed to get out.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” he said sarcastically.

“How’s that possible?”

“It’s my secret,” he said teasingly.

“Why don’t you insult me or something Potter?” said Draco coldly.

“That’s a bit childish, don’t you think? Honestly Draco. We’re almost grownups. That childish stage of ours is over.”

“You’ve changed mentally as well,” Draco stated.

“It’s called growing up, Draco. Why don’t you try it? I even believe you could be quite decent as one,” he said calmly.

“Alright Potter.”

“Harry is my name. I suggest you use it.”

“Harry,” said Draco quietly to himself.

“Care for some music Draco?” he asked casually.

“Yes, why not?”

Harry waved his wand and some pretty cool music began to play out of no where.

“You got a good music taste,” said Draco and turned on Crabbe and Goyle.

“Go and get something to drink you two,” he told them.

He then took a seat opposite from Harry.

They looked at each other for a several minutes.

“Can we start again?” they both asked at the very same time. They both smirked to each other.

“Ofcourse,” said Harry.

“Certainly” Draco said.

Harmione and Ron stumbled into the compartment when Draco and Harry toasted on their new beginning.

“Harry?” Hermione asked uncertainly.

Harry went and hugged her.

He needed to act as normal as possible, had Damien told him.

They weren’t ready to announce the rise of the Dark Castle yet. Not until he had finished his studies. And they couldn’t risk that Dumbledore or Voldemort found out that he had changed in more than looks.

“Hello Mione. It’s nice to see you again,” he said.

“’Ello mate! What are you doing in here with Malfoy?” Ron said confused.

“Nothing much. Just getting over some childish grudge.”’

Ok, so maybe he would show them a little change, but not so they could connect him with the dark arts.

“Harry! He is a SLYTHERIN and DEATH EATER!” Ron yelled.

“He is no deatheater, even if he might be. And do you think I’m not aware of Lucius being one? How many times have I faced him?” he said.

“Malfoy is going to hand you over to you-know-who.”

“If I would it wouldn’t be the first time Harry would face him,” said Draco coldly.

“I’m able to take care of myself. Don’t worry. I don’t think Draco is going to try anything. He’s dark, not evil,” Harry spoke and looked into Draco’s eyes.

Draco looked startled.

“It’s the same thing!” Ron yelled.

Harry looked at him sternly.

“Is it?” he said calmly but with a dare in it.

A vice one would have shut up now, but then again, Ron wasn’t one of the vicest.

“Yes!”

“Sit down Ron, Hermione. It’s a long ride left. I doubt it’s gonna be confy to stand all the way.”

He let it go... for now. Another time and he might do something ugly to Ron.

“I’m not staying with that Slytherin!” Ron said angrily.

“He won’t bite. He’s well trained, I assure you,” Harry said.

Draco glared at him.

Harry smirked slightly.

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