I waded my way through the sea of chaos and stupidity torward the train knocking people out of the way with my luggage.

I saw a bunch of older students who were coming back for there 8th year because there seventh was interrupted by voldemort and his death eaters. (Hades loved the name) maybe 12 girls were swarming around a brown haired kid with dumb looking glasses in the center of the train station.

I could guess it was harry potter. Know knromaly when my father uses me for these types of missions I would just stab the renegade ghost but father wants me to find the resurrection stone. Somehow a wizard got it after it fell out of hades pocket.

Once I finally managed to get onto the train it wasn't much better. Evrey where was packed. I finnaly found a seat at the back and settled in for a nap when some red haired kid walks in.

"Hey don't you know this is me and Harry's compartment?" He said in a menacing tone. I lokked up at him and almost had a panic attack as I rember the billy's that beat me up for being gay without will to soothe me.

"No I didnt know. Know would you kindly shut up in trying to take a nap." I responded cooly, Before sitting back down into my seat.

"What did you just say!" He yelled before that harry kid walked in and looking my way apologized.

"Sorry about that. Its just his sister Ginny recently got seriously hurt and is currently in saint mungos so he's been on edge lately." Harry explained with a apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry for your loss" I said before turning to look back out the window. Before long the rocking of the train and gentile country side killed me to sleep.

The ground was sharp and cut at my hands and feet as I pushed my self up of ground only to find myself in Tartarus. The damned screamed around me and the smells of brine wafted up from below me. I heard a growl from behind me and turned to see the a hell hound behind me. i garbed for my Stygian sword at my side but it wasn't there i turned but sevrel more hell hounds were approaching from all directions. i turned back to the first one its mangy black hair and glowing red eyes that seemed to burn with fire and hate leaped forward onto my chest its claws digging into my chest as its foul breath washed over me smelling of sulfur and rotten meat. I tried to push it off my chest but i was to weak not having eaten in sevrel days. It snarled and right before its teeth tore into my neck i screamed and....

i woke up on the train screaming and drenched in sweat. i looked over to see harry and that red harried kid staring at me like i was crazy. which i probably am normal people dont have night mares like this. i wiped at my eyes and turned ack to the window. as i sat there tears streaming down my face i just wished will was there so he could ebvolpe me in a hug. it seemed his light was the only thing that could drive away the monsters that lurked in the dark. i looked back to harry and ron were still staring at me and whispering. i could imaganie what they were saying "freak" "what a idiot" "fag".

"hey are you okay?" harry siad leaning over to me and looking at me with concern in his eyes. and holding out his hand to help me up from my curled up position on the seat.

"yeah thanks" i said grabing his hand as he helped me up. i sat up in my seat facing harry and ron. "so youre harry potter huh? The boy who lived and all that." (Though not for to much longer.)

"Yeah I don't really like being called that though." He said fiddling with his tie.

"Why not?" I asked leaning forward hoping this might get me some good information. i strained my ears over the red heads snoring to hear what he quietly mumbled next.

"its just everyone else who died didint come back." he said tearing up. he looked like he was about to burst into tears right before my very own eyes.

"like who?" i asked gently putting on a reasuring smile and pllacing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"my family, Fred, Sirius, lupin and so many others. and since i came back to life and Fred didn't George hates me." he said bursting into tears and burying his head into my shoulder.

i smiled as i stroked his head in my hands his tears soaking my shoulder for i had found a weakness. guilt.