Harry was exhausted. His sixth year had been harder than he thought, and he was done with everything already. He had never been more glad to be heading home from Hogwarts before.

Everything had been exhausting, the personal dramas with things like Hermione and Ron dancing around each other for the whole year and Ginny making another play at him by apparently trying to make him jealous by dating Dean, and succeeding only in making Seamus jealous getting the two Gryffindor boys together. Spending the year being taught by Dumbledore about the Horcruxes and everything to do with Tom Riddle as the man apparently prepared himself for death, which almost happened at the end of the year had Harry not made his way back and managed to throw up a shield in time.

The whole thing had been a mess, and Harry could not wait to be able to get away from everything for a short while, and to try and sort through everything in his head. Including the fact that Dumbledore had planned for him to sacrifice himself in the same way that the old man had planned for himself. Apparently Dumbledore was chatty while on painkilling potions, and a lot of the Order were furious at the things that he had been keeping from them while they had been fighting for him and trusting him.

It was all a mess and Harry was just so beyond done with it all.

"Hey Potter, slinking off," Draco called, strutting up to him.

"Yes Malfoy, I am slicking off, along with every other Hogwarts student on the train," Harry snorted turning as the blond reached him, crossing his arms and smirked at him.

He still looked ill, pale and drawn purple bruises under his eyes, but the mask of cockiness was there, and it was clear to everyone around them that he was ready to fight.

"You think you're so big and clever don't you Potter!" Draco sneered.

"Well I definitely seem to be bigger than you," Harry smirked stepping into Draco's personal space while cringing at the come back. Even though it was true, it was not his best retort.

"That is the best that you can come up with Potter?" Draco spat.

"Why don't you just leave it and go home to mummy and daddy Draco," Hary huffed. As he said it...something fired in Draco's eyes, a fear...no not fear, terror. And the image of Draco in the bathroom came back to Harry, scared, crying and not wanting the path that life seemed to have set for him.

He was aware of Draco spouting something back, something no doubt about Harry's dead parents, but it was all an act for his friends and for those around him. He was scared of going back, he did not want to go back and have to face Voldemort.

And Voldemort would know that. He would know that Draco was not truly loyal. What would Draco face this summer? Voldemort wouldn't kill him, he wasn't that mad yet. But Draco would be thrown to Voldemort's dogs for their amusement and pleasure.

Voldemort would try to break him.

"What the fuck are you doing Potter?!" Draco spat, his hands flying up when Harry suddenly lunged at him. Draco's friends shouted in shock at the same time as Harry's did at the move. But Harry had him in the empty compartment next to them, slamming the door shut with a blast of wandless magic that Dumbledore had been teaching him, and was in Draco's face in seconds.

"I am running away from all this for the summer, you can come with me and get away from what waits for you if you want," Harry said quickly, the sounds of people trying to get into the compartment coming from behind him.

"Wha…"

"Not much time Malfoy, I am aparating out right now, come with me or don't, but you need to choose, now!" Harry said urgently.

He could see the blond's brain spinning as he took in what Harry was offering, looking behind Harry to where his friends were trying to get into the compartment, and then he looked back at Harry's face, his green eyes honest with no sign of a trick in them.

He reached down and grabbed the bracelet on his wrist, yanking it off and throwing it away before he wrapped his arms around Harry Potter in answer.

Everyone standing outside the compartment froze in battling to get in, and battling with the others to be the ones to get in, and stared as Draco Malfoy threw himself at Harry Potter, and Harry Potter aparated them out the compartment.

"Well, fuck," Blaise sighed.