Veritas Vos Liberabit [Drarry Fanfiction]

Tibi et Igni

"Why is he still standing there?" Harry was looking out of the compartment window on the platform where he noticed blonde Slytherin.

Ron and Hermione joined him and contemplated why Draco Malfoy hadn't boarded the train yet.

"Maybe, he is waiting for somebody?" Hermione suggested.

"Or he's scared," Ron added without remorse.

"Ronald, what have I told you before? Harry thinks it is important to give him a second chance." the girl looked at him disapprovingly.

The door to the compartment opened, and they saw Ginny standing there, she seemed a bit guilty and was trying not to look Harry in the eye.

"Hey, guys. Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Of course," said Hermione and scooted over to give her some space to sit.

Harry was surprised to see Ron's sister there, he thought she had already signed a contract with the quidditch team and wouldn't be returning this year. They hadn't talked at all since that nasty fight back in July, and he was wondering if they would ever be back to normal again. With all the things that had happened this summer it was difficult to predict.

The train moved, and he saw that Draco was walking towards the passage between the platform 9 and ¾. Harry stood up suddenly and ran out of the compartment.

"Where are you going?" he heard his friends shout.

The other students who were standing in the corridor were staring and whispering among each other. Ron popped his head out of the compartment and was gaping at him.

The Gryffindor opened the sliding door of the moving train and cried:

"Malfoy! Get in! Quick!"

Ginny was trying her best to grab Harry's clothes and drag him away from the opening. The blonde ran up to the train but it was too late, the express was moving at full speed.

"You bloody..." Harry swore and jumped off the train, quickly casting a cushioning charm. He rolled onto gravel, the fall knocking the wind off his lungs. Small rocks ripped his skin. Now he had a big graze from his cheek to his shoulder that started bleeding.

"Are you out of your goddamn mind, Potter?!" he heard an angry voice.

Draco Malfoy was standing over him, breathing laboriously. A heavy suitcase and a cage with a big eagle owl were suspended in the air behind him.

"You... remember me!" Harry exhaled and gave him a strained smile. That was probably the most reckless thing he'd done so far.

"What..." the blonde asked incredulously, then he grabbed Harry's forearm and hauled him to his feet. "What are you playing at, scarhead?!"

Harry winced, his left shoulder felt very tender, he must have dislocated it when he fell.

"You... were about to miss the train," he tried to explain.

"And now we both did! I have a car, you tosser, or I could have used the floo network if I needed to. There is no reason to follow a stupid tradition." spat Malfoy measuring him with his gaze disdainfully.

"Did you... did you meet with Elise?" Harry asked tentatively.

"How do you know about her?... Wait are you somehow involved in all this?" Slytherin's fingers dug painfully into his injured shoulder, and he shook him a couple of times, demanding the answer.

"I was a witness in your case, remember?" Potter replied giving him a death stare.

"Right... Don't expect me to glower at your feet for that, Potter." Malfoy let him go and cast a quick cleaning charm on his bloody palm.
"Of course..." Harry sighed, "Do you mind helping me a little, I must have dislocated my shoulder a bit."