Part Two:
Sixth year at Hogwarts was going to be terrible; Ginny just knew it. She sat next to Luna Lovegood on the train, leaning to the side with her eyes closed so she could pretend she was sleeping. Luna was reading a magazine, the Quibbler, Ginny assumed because she certainly couldn't read the title, and was happy to leave Ginny to her nap.
Ginny let her magic spread out along the train so she could "see" what was going on. Everyone on board was a Pureblood or a Halfblood. No Muggleborns had dared to return to school, not with Voldemort in control of the Ministry and the hunts going out to search for those who dared to "steal" magic from more deserving wizards and witches.
Ginny could feel the presence of Death Eaters on the train. Some were young, students most like, but there were a couple older ones around to allegedly keep the peace. Ginny had felt a couple people being forced to leave the train already because they were Muggleborn or their parents had been Muggleborn. Ginny was waiting for the Death Eaters to get to their compartment to deal with Ginny and Luna, two Pureblooded blood traitors.
She heard the door to the compartment slide open and knew that it was Draco Malfoy before she sat up and opened her eyes. He had his usual scowl on his face, but he looked drawn and worn and quite a bit downtrodden.
Ginny had come up with a theory over the long summer about why she had suddenly gotten and subsequently lost her sight during the Battle as Draco Malfoy rushed by. It had come to her that there was something about Draco Malfoy that forced her eyes to see. Something about him that pushed whatever was wrong with her eyes back, making light and color return whenever he was near.
He was in the room now and she could certainly see him with enough clarity to know that he hadn't been eating right and that the worry lines on his face were going to become permanent if this war didn't end soon.
She took the time to look around the compartment. The seats were grayish brown and she marveled at the color, as if something so ugly looking was the most amazing thing she had seen in a long time. She looked at what Luna was reading, the Quibbler, of course, and at the smiling picture of Harry on the cover. She realized that he didn't have that cute upturn to the end of his nose or the scrumptious little curve to his eyebrows when he smiled that she had imagined while putting a face to the boy who was kissing her. In reality, he really was just an ordinary boy with bad hair, ugly glasses, and an excellent personality. Malfoy was handsomer than Harry.
"Lovegood," an oily, slimy voice called as Malfoy was pushed out of the way. A man who reeked of Death Eater power and of unwashed stench sauntered into the room, cruel black eyes on Luna for the moment. This must be Amycus Carrow, the man and his sister Ginny's mother had warned her about before allowing her daughter onto the train.
"Lovegood," the man repeated with a lopsided leer. "Ten points from Gryffindor for reading radical, rebellious trash. Any further sign of this rag will lead you to detention." The man tore the magazine out of Luna's hands and flicked his wand so that it burst into flames.
He turned to see who else was in the compartment and his eyes widened with horrible glee when he saw Ginny.
"A Weasley? I had hoped you were all dead," he laughed. "I'll be keeping a special eye on you. One blood traitor comment or action and I'll have you in detention with me for a month!" His cold laughter echoed behind him as he shoved past Malfoy to get out of the compartment.
Malfoy turned to go with a sense of dread around him like a cloud and Ginny almost panicked. This was the first time she had really seen anything in nearly a year and now her only link to sight was leaving.
"I'm surprised they let you back, Malfoy," Ginny said with a snort to hide how much she wanted him to stay for just a few more seconds. "You helped kill an innocent man," Malfoy flinched, "and you botched your mission for the Dark Lord. I would have thought they might have locked you up."
