Peering out the window I saw mediwitches tending to battered and bleeding STUDENTS! I opened my compartment door and attempted to snag a confused second year. "What happened?" I demanded. But he only stared at me bewildered and wriggled free from my hold on his cape.
At the end of the corridor, I heard shouts of Death Eaters and an attack. I slumped back into my seat, trying to compose my racing mind.
Upon returning home, father drilled me on everything that had happened. Where I was, what I had done? The only option was to lie. I told him I had guarded a compartment of four or five of my younger house mates. He seemed less then satisfied with this. I believe the word he used was coward.
If only he knew the truth.