Author's Note: Alright, I know it's been a long time. But I'm not gone, and I certainly haven't stopped writing! I just haven't been writing stories. Now, how many of you have heard of hexrpg . com? It's an awesome rp site. Anyway, I've been role-playing, and if any of you guys make an account my name is gabby777. Anyway, me and my partner, Rosie (dreamsinthenight) have been writing a drarry. We started in the summer time, and have been great friends ever since. Now, about a couple pages into the rp we decided this song was perfect. The song is called A Winter's Day Monologue by Saturday Night at the Apollo. But that's really long. So we call it Falling Faster. We found the song from this video: www. youtube watch?v=x7ZuSzJnBDE (remove the spaces). It's awesome. It's also one of the reasons we called it Falling Faster in the first place. Now, it's been months into this rp. So we were talking about fanfictions, and how we never could continue them. Then I thought it. "What if we just turn this rp into a story?" So here it is. Well this is just a sneak peek. Shhhh she doesn't know that I'm posting this!

By the way: Now this story starts out with Harry and the rest of group going back to Hogwarts. Now obviously this is not canon, and our characters are sometimes (especially later on) out of character. But I love the story, and I hope you will to!

ON WITH THE SNEAK PEEK!

The war had a big effect on everyone, especially anyone and everyone who was really there. It even affected people who weren't even there, but just heard of it, had family in it, or maybe didn't care about it, like some of the other species of the wizarding world like the goblins who said it was a wizards war. Some people say that it affected everyone equally, but the people who fought in the war knew that was a lie. They were affected the worst. And the single person who was affected who was affected the worst was Harry Potter.

He was the one who had to fight He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or as he called him, Voldemort. He was the one who had to kill him and all of his horcuxes every single one of them. Of course he had the help of his friends. And of course he had the help of Dumbledore when he was still alive. But his friends weren't the ones who shot Voldemort's killing curse back at him, and they weren't the ones who had to risk their lives fighting the Dark Lord.

But Harry didn't admit that he was hit the hardest. He had worse things that happened to him, fighting another person to save others was worth it. He had to make the other people happy, make someone else happy even if he wasn't.

It had been months since the war, since Harry and everyone else left the school which parts of had been destroyed. Harry wasn't sure if he was going to go back or not, they hadn't sent a letter. But they still had a day or two to send it. He wasn't sure if they were going to have school this year, because of the war, but it seemed they were going to with the letter that was now in Harry's hand.

"Dear Harry Potter,

Although we understand if you don't want to come, you are invited to come back to Hogwarts to finish up your last year. Please do come back to Hogwarts, where your education is important to us. If you are coming, please send a letter back with this owl. A list of school supplies is on the back of this letter. We would love to have you back,

Signed Headmistress McGonagall"

Harry had written back that he was going to go, and now he was pacing waiting for the right time to leave. Everything was packed up ready to go, and Kreacher had made him a great breakfast. "Master Harry, you need to leave if you want to be on time." Kreacher warned Harry, handing him his suitcase. "Alright. See you later Kreacher, take care of the place." Harry said as he walked out of the door to go to the platform. Harry had been staying there instead of the Burrow; he didn't want to bug Ron and Hermione with his presence. Something was telling him that he was being stupid, but he didn't care.

. . . . . .

The manor had been cold and unforgiving that summer. The air was suffocating in all of its silence and it was all Draco could do from pacing up and down the empty corridors. His mother jumped at every noise and cowered at every unidentifiable shadow. She tried to conceal it, she was, after all, a Malfoy. Cowering was undignified. Hiding fear was only natural, but it didn't stop the nightmares. The Death Eaters would come eventually. Draco could only hope, with a small grimace at his own selfishness, that it was when he was once again safely tucked away at Hogwarts.

"Dear Draco Malfoy,

Although we understand if you don't want to come, you are invited to come back to Hogwarts to finish up your last year. Please do come back to Hogwarts, where your education is important to us. If you are coming, please send a letter back with this owl. A list of school supplies is on the back of this letter. We would love to have you back,

Signed Headmistress McGonagall"

Draco looked down at the letter in his hand as he read it aloud. He was glad that he was invited back, there was a part inside of him that was thinking that he might not be. He quickly wrote a letter to Hogwarts saying he would come. But he hid his feelings about it, he after all was a Malfoy. He would be safe at Hogwarts. One more year he would be safe.