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Silver, Not Gold	By : bookworm810 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 5499 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter Belongs To J.K. Rowling and not to me. I make no profit off this story, so don’t sue. Really, don’t sue, it’ll be a waste of your time anyway seeing as I’m broke.

Chapter List
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WARNING: Very dark and in places very graphic story. If you don’t like, don’t read. You have been warned.

Author’s Note: Sorry I’ve been away so long, real life kind of caught up with me. I have no plans to give up on this story, just to let you know if I’m slow to update again in the future.

CHAPTER 2

Despite the sincere desire in all three occupants in the compartment to study, and their best attempts to do so, they were finding it very difficult at that moment. Which in all honesty wasn’t all that surprising, when you consider the fact that they’d all read their books straight through at least once already, and the fact that they now had something totally new and interesting to focus their attention on.

What the hell happened between the three of them earlier? What was that strange feeling that suddenly told them so much and yet so little about each other. Whatever it was it told them nothing specific about the others, only an intense impression that they had suffered as much emotional pain as themselves and that they could trust each other. Just what that pain entailed they didn’t know. The feeling told them nothing of each other’s pasts, their families, their likes and dislikes. Hell, it didn’t even tell them their names! It was all so vague, and yet it was almost overwhelming in its intensity. Could they really believe this feeling? Could they really trust, truly trust, these people? It seemed too good to be true, and yet something deep inside told them that it was real.

This would be an accurate summary of the internal battle going on inside all three young minds as the Hogwarts Express made its way through the British countryside, along with repeated internal questions about whether or not any of them had heard of or read about anything remotely like what had happened. Bolt had unfortunately only his school text books to review, seeing as Hagrid had supervised his shopping trip and had made him stick to said text books so as not to ‘waste his money’, even though Bolt suspected he would be far better off getting some general references on wizard society at the very least as well. Brigid on the other hand had a much larger selection to go through, but unfortunately it evidently still wasn’t enough. She had mentally reviewed every wizarding book she’d read over the summer, and had come up with no matches. Same with Burn trying to remember every bit of obscure magic his father and older brothers had mentioned in his presence over the years. Not for the first time he really wished he’d paid more attention before this summer.

Not that any of them were sharing their thoughts, as they were all still pretending to be studying hard from the textbooks in their laps. None of them wanted to seem weak by abandoning their self appointed tasks first after all three had made such a big deal about reading quietly earlier, and yet at the same time they were almost desperately hopping for something that would give them an excuse to put down the books and compare notes on what happened earlier.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity but in reality was only a couple of hours, their salvation came in the form of a happily smiling plump witch pushing a cart full of wizarding snacks appearing at the door of their compartment.

“Anything off the trolley dears?” She asked, sounding far too happy in the opinion of the three pre-teens.

Bolt hadn’t eaten anything that day, nor had he eaten much for a while. His uncle had been jealously guarding the kitchen lately, not wanting to share any of his family’s precious food with ‘the freak’. He did however have a handful of sickles left from his shopping trip with Hagrid, so he all too happily got up and moved towards the cart.

Burn however shock his head, his face blank. “I’ve got sandwiches.”

“My parents are both dentists.” Brigid said primly. “They don’t like me eating lots of sweets.” Then she dropped the act as a wicked smirk crossed her face and she got up to follow Bolt. “So what’s on that cart that completely goes against what they want?”

“From the look of it, everything.” Bolt said dryly, looking at all the sugary treats to be had, feeling a little sick at the thought of eating so much sugar after eating so little proper food for so long. Still, it was better than nothing Bolt supposed as he and Brigid between them liberated the cart of a decent amount of food.

A couple of minutes later, Bolt could barely stop himself from rolling his eyes at Burn’s attempts at not looking jealously at the pills of sweets sitting on the bench next to him. Burn was pretty good at hiding his feelings, Bolt admitted, but he himself was better and far too experienced not to notice what Burn was trying to hide.

Evidently, so was Brigid who didn’t even bother to try to hide her dark amusement at their companion.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Burn, just grab some already if you want it that bad.” Brigid muttered as she scrunched up the wrapping off her pumpkin pastry and tossed it into the far corner of the carriage. “We ain’t going to hurt you.”

Burn looked slightly embarrassed about being caught out, but he did reach into the pill anyway. “If your sure.” He muttered as he hesitantly picked up what the trolley witch had called a Cauldron Cake.

Bolt really did roll his eyes at that. “Yes we’re bloody sure, eat already.” He said with a smirk. “We probably brought too much anyway, I know there no way I’m going to come close to eating all of this.” After going hungry and surviving on such small meals for so long, Bolt was already aware that he was going to feel sick before much longer if her wasn’t careful, and while Brigid may not have been staved the way he was she clearly didn’t think she could eat it all either as she calmly nodded in agreement.

Burn didn’t exactly gush his thanks, evidently realising that this would simply embarrass and annoy his travelling companions in addition to it simply not being his style, but he did offer them a small but real smile for a brief second and after that started going for the snacks without comment.

For a while all was quiet in the compartment aside the from the sounds of chewing and wrappers being ripped various candies, until Bolt opened his first chocolate frog and found something else besides said chocolate in the wrapper.

“What’s this?” Bolt asked, mildly curious as he took out the small card and looked at it enquiringly.

“Oh, those are trading card of famous wizards.” Burn answered as he grabbed another chocolate frog. “I use to have almost the complete set before he… I mean before they got ripped up.”

Angry with himself for the slip, Burn bit the head off his frog rather viciously. Percy had destroyed all of his card, years worth of collecting, right in front of him weeks ago in another of his attempts to show just how powerful he was and how weak Burn-then-Ron was. This was so not how he wanted to break the news about his brother to his new friends – in fact, Burn was still unsure whether he wanted to tell them at all, strange soul-sharing experiences or not – and thus decided to pretend that he hadn’t said anything. Swallowing the last of the frog, he tossed the wrapper away, card and all. He hadn’t bothered to start re-collecting after Percy had destroyed his old cards. Even aside from the fact that he was pretty sure Percy would only destroy the collection again if he found it, Burn truthfully had no desire to do so. Collecting the cards was too much of an innocent childhood act, and that part of him had died under his so-called-brother’s hateful hands during the summer.

Neither Bolt nor Brigid missed the slip, but neither of them was willing to push when Burn clearly didn’t want to talk about it right now. They had their own painful secrets after all. And so neither said a word or even looked at him as Brigid grabbed another pumpkin pastry (which she was quickly developing a taste for) while Bolt studied his card, both of them choosing to instead give Burn a moment to recollect himself.

The card was amount the same size and appearance of any trading card found in the muggle world, if you ignored the fact that the wizard in the picture was moving (though after everything he’d seen since he entered the wizarding world, this was something Bolt found only mildly interesting), Bolt thought as he realised with some surprise that this was none other than Dumbledore, his new headmaster that Hagrid had spoken off so fondly. Feeling more interested than he had been at first, Bolt turned the card over to read the description on the back.

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS

Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

Bolt raised an eyebrow, somewhat amused that someone had tried to shorten down what was obviously a very long and interesting life into a few brief sentences. He found the card somewhat interesting, but none the less tossed it aside into what had clearly been designated by the three as the ‘garbage corner’. Like Burn, Bolt considered collecting the cards a childish activity he had long outgrown. However, as he worked his way through the chocolate frogs he did briefly read the cards before tossing them aside, as he did find them mildly interesting. If nothing else it gave him something to do, and helped him take attention off the fact that he wasn’t eating nearly half as much as the other two despite the fact that he’d paid for over half of it.

With a sigh, Bolt tossed aside the card of the Druidess Cloidna and looked out the window. He was completely stuffed, and feeling not a little bit sick from so much sugar, but Burn and Brigid were both still eating and Burn at least seemed to have no intention of stopping anytime soon. Bolt was just debating either going back to his potions book or trying to interest his companions in some hopefully interesting conversation when the compartment door opened once more. (Really, Bolt was starting to wonder if anyone was staying in their own compartments on this trip)

When Bolt turned to look at the door however, this time he did not feel that same sense of being drawn to the person standing there he had with Burn and Brigid. Though when Bolt considered that he instantly recognised the boy standing in the middle of the doorway, he couldn’t only be mildly grateful for this. It was the same boy that had so annoyed him at Madam Malkin’s robes shop, and Bolt couldn’t help but realise that he was looking at him with a whole lot more interest than he had that in Diagon Alley.

“So, it’s true.” The blond boy said, staring at Bolt with a kind of disturbing intensity. “They’re saying up and down the train that Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. So that’s you then?”

“Yes.” Bolt said shortly, trying to figure out how the fuck anyone else knew he was here as the only person to come into the compartment aside from Burn and Brigid was the witch with the trolley and he didn’t remember introducing himself and was sure that Brigid and Burn had called him Bolt when she was there.

However Bolt soon put that out of his mind (maybe people were just guessing based on his age or something, seemed logical), as he turned his mind to some bigger, and he did mean bigger concerns.

On either side of the blond boy were two boys that looked about their age and whose sheer size were on par with Dudley and his gang. Unlike Dudley though, these two seemed to be pure muscle and something about them seemed to scream ‘DANGER!’ to Bolt. Bolt was used to dealing with pain, to the point where it bothered him far less than could be considered healthy for a boy his age, but none the less he was not looking forward to a possible fight with the two. Especially not when he was already injured and there was no chance for a quick escape in the small compartment, Bolt tensed up and out of the corner of his eye saw that Burn and Brigid were doing to same. Burn in particular seemed tense, and Bolt was sure he could see a flash of real fear in his eyes although he tried to hide it and for the most part succeeded. If Bolt had not been so good at hiding his own emotions, he doubted he would have recognised it for what it was.

“Oh, this is Crabb and Goyle.” The blond said carelessly seeing where Bolt’s eyes had gone and luckily mistaking Bolt’s sudden wariness for simple curiosity. “And I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy?”

“Dragon Bad Faith?” Brigid asked in amused disbelief, evidently unable to help herself. Malfoy on the other hand was not so amused and turned to glare at her, quickly turning his glare on Burn who was sitting besides her when he noticed the amused smirk that he just couldn’t quite keep off his face. Not that Bolt blamed him, he’d barely managed to keep his own under control.

“Think my name’s funny do you?” He asked with what he clearly thought was a superior air, but to Bolt just seemed kind of pathetic. “No need to ask who you are. My father told me that the Weasley’s all have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford.”

Malfoy looked at Brigid for a moment, but evidently was unable to guess who she was and thus decided for the moment to ignore her, before turning his eyes back to Bolt. Bolt figured that he didn’t want to risk offending a powerful family by accident or something if it turned out Brigid was from an old wizarding family and he couldn’t tell.

“You’ll soon learn that some wizarding families are better than others Potter.” Malfoy said pompously like Bolt was meant to be impressed that he was even bothering to speak to him. “I can help you with that.” As he finished his short speech he held out his hand, obviously expecting Bolt to take it.

Bolt didn’t, but he didn’t say anything for a moment as he tried to think of a way out of this that wouldn’t end in a fight. He wasn’t looking forward to being beaten today. From the corner of his eye he saw Brigid look disgusted by Malfoy’s speech. Meanwhile the only thing that seemed to be holding an angry Burn back from attacking Malfoy for the insult to his family was that fact that Crabb and Goyle were so much bigger than the three of them.

“Have you ever met Burn before, Malfoy?” Bolt asked after a moment.

Malfoy looked surprised by the question, but quickly answered anyway. “Never had the displeasure.” He sneered.

Bolt nodded in fake thoughtfulness. “So you are relying on second hand information to decide who is the better wizard then. While you obviously respect and trust your father enough to follow his lead, I unfortunately have not had the pleasure of meeting the man, and thus am afraid I cannot trust his or your judgement at this time. After all, you would no want me deciding that you were second-class based on Burn assessment without getting all the facts would you? Which is why at this time I’m afraid I will have to decline your offer until I am more informed of the situation as it stands.”

If Malfoy had looked surprised before, it was nothing to how he looked now. Clearly this was not the answer he was expecting. He no doubt been prepared for either a plain acceptance of his offer where in he would flaunt his own superiority some more, or a flat denial where he would no doubt throw some insults around and maybe have Crabbe and Goyle attack. Bolt’s answer wasn’t acceptance, but it wasn’t a refusal either and was far too politely worded to be taken as an insult. This was throwing off Malfoy’s game and leaving him unsure how to act. However he quickly covered that up and his would-be-superior look was quickly back in place.

“Very well Potter, I’ll give you time to learn more about wizarding society on your own, if you wish. Once you see that I’m right come find me, my offer will stand until you realise which is the better side.” With that he turned and left the compartment, the idea that anyone could possibly disagree with him once they knew how things worked clearly not occurring to him. His thug like bodyguards followed him without a word, and the three in the compartment started breathing a little easier.

“Does your family know the Malfoy’s Burn, he seemed to know quite a bit about you.” Brigid asked after a minute.

“A little, mostly from what my dad says.” Burn said. “Malfoy senior keeps trying to squash a lot of the pro-muggle laws my dad keeps trying to get passed through the ministry so it’s kind of hard for us not to get caught up in what they’re doing. The Malfoys were some of the first to come back to our side after you-know-who disappeared, claiming they were bewitched. My dad doesn’t believe they were, and that they bribed their way out of prison. I couldn’t say one way or another about that, but they are rich enough that they probably could have managed it, and they did support many of you-know-who’s ideas on muggles and muggleborns and still do. Plus, let’s face it, what we just saw from Malfoy junior doesn’t exactly encourage me to like him.”

Bolt and Brigid nodded at that, thoughtful. The idea that someone could bribe they’re way out of murder charges was more than a little alarming to them both. And they certainly agreed that Malfoy’s first impression (and second in Bolt’s case) did leave a lot to be desired.

The three were quiet for a little while, none of them knowing how to get conversation started again after that. Neither Bolt or Brigid were exactly what you would call social and weren’t really sure how to deal with people there own ages. As for Burn, while he was more us to dealing with people, Bolt and Brigid were so different from his rowdy family that he wasn’t quite sure yet what topics would or wouldn’t be appropriate to talk about with them. Besides, it wasn’t like he himself hadn’t closed himself off so much in the last few months.

Fortunately, they were spared from further uncomfortable silence by the sound of a train-wide announcement telling them that they would be arriving at Hogsmeade Station in fifteen minutes.

Brigid winched slightly and got to her feet. “I guess I better go brave the giggling terrors and get changed into my robes. See you two when we get there okay Bolt, Burn?”

“Yeah, see ya.” Burn said, while Bolt just nodded in agreement.

The two watched her got for a moment before both simultaneously stiffen as it occurred to them both just what would be revealed if they got changed in the same compartment.

‘Oh fuck!’ Bolt mentally hissed. ‘I can’t get changed in here, there’s no way Burn could miss the bruises, not to mention the plethora of scars on my back. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what do I do?’

‘Bloody hell!’ Burn groaned internally. ‘Now what am I bloody meant to do? Hand shaped bruises on my hips, bite marks on my back? Bolt’s not an idiot, one look and he’ll be able to tell what happened and I can’t let anyone know. Now what?’

The two glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes for a long moment, neither willing to move or say anything. Neither Bolt nor Burn wanted to seem hesitant or weak but neither was willing to get changed with the other in the room.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but what was in reality about thirty seconds max, Bolt snapped and moving as quick as he could without unduly aggravating his wounds opened his trunk, grabbed his robes and hurried down the corridor to the lavatory.

Relieved that his secret would not be revealed just yet, Ron pulled out his own robes and got changed quickly, just in case Bolt or Brigid came back, or someone else decided to come in. Once he was dressed, Burn straightened up and looked out the window at the quickly darkening sky with a thoughtful expression.

It had been a crazy day so far, and he knew it wasn’t over yet. He’d be at Hogwarts within the hour, and Burn still wasn’t quite sure if that was a good thing or not. At least now he knew he’d likely have his new friends by his side.

His friends. Bolt and Brigid. Could he really trust them they way that… whatever it was told him he could. Could they really be his friends, true friends who wouldn’t turn away from him in disgust when they learnt about his past? He wouldn’t blame them if they hated him for what he let his brother do to him, he hated himself for it, but he wanted so badly to believe that that wouldn’t be the case. And what was causing the pain he thought he felt in both Bolt and Brigid, the pain he was sure she saw in both of their eyes? What secrets did they hold that they were evidently unable to tell anyone. Could the three of them really confide in each other, trust each other? Would this strange trust between them be able to help save them from their personnel Hells, or was Burn just dreaming, hoping for a miracle that would never happen?

Burn didn’t know, he really didn’t know. But he sure hoped so.

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It didn’t take Bolt and Burn long to find Brigid on the platform, despite the crowds of children milling around and generally being as immature as possible. The aura of ‘leave me the Hell alone’ that she seemed to radiate worked well to keep most of the other kids away, and helped Bolt and Burn narrow in on her all the more quickly, although Burn couldn’t help but notice that Bolt seemed to spot her so much faster than he did, almost as if he instinctively knew where to look, and couldn’t help but wonder if this was in some way related to that strange feeling-slash-event that had happened between the three of them earlier.

One thing that amused Burn about the reunion though. Burn and Bolt were both carrying their textbooks with them, despite the not-so-subtle comments the other kids were making about ‘geeks’ when they saw them. One thing Burn had managed to get out of his brothers in his ever so unsuccessful attempts to find out how new students were sorted was that there was a feast afterwards which lasted a couple of hours and was meant to give new members of a house the chance to get to know each other and old member the opportunity to reconnect after the summer. As neither Bolt or Burn had any intention of getting to really know anyone besides each other and Brigid, regardless of which house the three were sorted into, and both realised that any serious conversation was not going to happen in front of witnesses felt that having the books there would be a good idea if things got too boring like they feared it would.

When Brigid spotted the books however, she didn’t laugh like those around them did, she simply held up her own charms textbook with a smirk on her face that clearly ‘you’re not the only ones who can think ahead’. Oh yeah, the three were meant to be friends alright. They barely knew each other, and yet they just seemed to click so well. Now, if only they could work up the courage to tell each other about their secrets…

“Firs’ Years, over here!” A voice yelled over the general roar of the crowd. “C’mon now, Firs’ Years!”

Harry recognised the voice, with it’s distinctive accent instantly, and sure enough when he looked over he saw none other than Hagrid standing head and shoulders above the crowd with that same bog dopey grin on his face.

Harry almost grinned as he walked towards the big, silly man, but he couldn’t help but notice that neither Brigid or Burn seemed all that eager to meet him. Bolt figured that this was fair enough seeing as Hagrid did look kind of big and scary, even if Bolt was pretty sure by now that this impression was very wrong, and so he decided to fill his new friends in on the giant’s true nature.

“That’s Hagrid, he’s the one who told me about being a wizard and took me shopping for my school stuff.” Bolt explained in a voice that didn’t carry any further than Burn and Brigid’s ears, instantly catching their attention. “He’s really a big softy under all that hair. Not exactly the smartest tool in the shed, and I wouldn’t trust him with anything important if I were you, but a real softy.”

Burn and Brigid looked a little sceptical, but had already worked out that Bolt didn’t trust people easily and so decided that if he was willing to give this Hagrid a chance that they could afford to give him the benefit of a doubt, for now.

It wasn’t long before the trio were over by Hagrid and the gathered first years even if they made a point of staying a little distant from most of their year-mates. Brigid in particular the boy noticed, seemed determined to keep her distance from two girls who had their heads bent very close to each other, speaking in hushed whispers and breaking out into giggles at strange moments. It didn’t take long for Bolt and Burn to come to the conclusion that these two must be the ones who had chased Brigid out for her old compartment earlier, and now that they had a chance to see and hear them in real life they couldn’t blame her. That giggling really was annoying.

Bolt managed to give Hagrid a semi-warm smile in response to his greeting (well, what counted as a warm smile for Bolt anyway), before going back to examine the rest of the first years standing around. They were all so… well, young was the only work than came to mind. Young, innocent and carefree. Naïve. Not to mention childish. No doubt these kids had never had ever experienced anything like what Bolt and, he suspected, Burn and Brigid had had to live through. Their parents had most likely given them everything they wanted for as long as they could remember. For these kids, hardship was probably having to clean their rooms once a week or not getting that new computer game they wanted. They no doubt couldn’t even truly picture what Bolt’s life had been like, being treated like a slave by his own family, half staved and beaten bloody on a regular basis. To them, his very life was something seen only in movies, not even in their nightmares could truly they picture themselves living like he had. And whatever it was Brigid and Burn were hiding – for Bolt had no doubt those two had their own deep dark secrets – would likely fall into the same category.

Oh sure, not all of the new first years were acting like that. A couple of them seemed to be trying to act more mature. Draco Malfoy in particular seemed to be trying to stand tall and look important, even if he did still seem like a little kid trying to act like his father to Bolt. But for the most part, Bolt couldn’t ever imagine fitting in with these people, not even if his life suddenly was magically (no pun intended) got a million times better.

On the other hand, he didn’t want to. He was here for one reason and one reason only, to get stranger. He’d never had friends before and he’d managed. Although he couldn’t help but be very glad to have meet Burn and Brigid, even as short a time as they’d known each other so far, but that didn’t mean he had to go out if his way to make friends with every single person in their year level. As long as they didn’t get in the way of his and his friends learning, the rest of the year level – hell, the rest of the school – could go do whatever the hell they wanted as far as Bolt was concerned. He just hoped that they wouldn’t all annoy him too much.

After Hagrid was sure that all the First Years were their, he started leading the whole lot of them on a walk which Bolt felt he would have much preferred to take in daylight when he could actually see where he was going and so not be at such a risk of falling down this damn hillside and breaking his neck. On second thoughts, he would prefer to not take it at all. Damn it, it was something of a miracle that no one slipped and killed themself killed themselves on this path, and from the looks on Burn and Brigid’s faces they were thinking the same thing. Why the hell couldn’t they bloody go with the rest of the students and take those damn carriages he’d heard some of the older students mention up to the school?

Oh, that why, Bolt realised when the narrow path suddenly opened up onto a great bog lake giving Bolt and the rest of the first years a clear few of an absolutely beautiful castle. From this angle, at this time of night, the castle where they would spend the next seven years going to school looked like something out of a fairytale come to life, and Bolt had no doubt that the sight was something that would stay in all of their memories – yes, even his, jaded as he was – for as long as they would live.

That didn’t mean they couldn’t maybe get so damn lights put up around that stupid trail through.

After they had climbed into one of the boats lying by the shore of the lake as Hagrid instructed – he said no more than four to a boat, but apparently the ‘go away’ vibe coming off the trio was enough to ensure that they had their boat to themselves – the journey across the lake was underway. The trio was silent as the boat made it’s way unaided (magic no doubt) toward the cliff which Hogwarts stood on, each lost in their own thoughts as the castle grew steadily nearer.

"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbour, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.

“Yer all still here” Hagrid asked as the last of the students reached the top of the steps. Bolt just managed to hold in the disbelieving snort at the thought that Hagrid seemed to actually expect someone who had gotten lost on the way to speak up at that moment if that was the case. I mean come on, if someone was missing did he really expect a group of excited eleven years old to notice at this point. Yep, defiantly not the sharpest tool in the shed.

None the less, Hagrid seemed to take the silence as confirmation that he did his job in getting them all here properly and raised his hand to knock on the heavy wooden door three times.

AUTHOR’S END NOTE

Just thought I’d take a minute here and answer the many reviews I’ve gotten asking about pairings in this story. At this moment in time, there will be NONE, and for very good reason in my mind. First off, the characters are all in their first year, and as such too young to be seriously thinking about such things. Second, lets face it with how messed up their lives currently are, do you see any of them trusting anyone enough to be in a serious stable relationship? Maybe if I continue this story through their later years at Hogwarts (which I am hoping to do, but that is quite a way off) I’ll have some pairings, but right now there is nothing planned in that regard. Sorry if this disappoints anyone, but I honestly can’t see romance even remotely fitting into the characters lives for a long time without completely messing up the mood I’m trying to create.

Oh, and if anyone’s wondering why I made Bolt think that Crabb and Goyle are bigger threats than Malfoy, I’ve always thought that Malfoy was more or a wimp who talks a lot, but doesn’t really do much to back his talk up. And when he does, he uses tricks, or hides behind others whether it be Crabb and Goyle’s bulk or his father’s money and power. On the other hand, it said in talked seventh book how Crabb and Goyle both enjoyed learning and using the Dark Art and how they were rather good at, not to mention how vicious Crabb in particular was during their fight with the Golden Trio in the Room Of Requirements. The way I see it, Crabb and Goyle are more dangerous than Malfoy, but Malfoy is somehow able to hold them back for the time being. And if you’re not convinced by that argument, there is also the little detail where Draco is kind of small and slender (typical seeker build) while Crabbe and Goyle are the huge muscle bound idiots, who nobody with any sense would be happy about getting into a fist fight with in a small train compartment.
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