''Well well'', said a familiar, snarling voice behind Harry.

He spun around. Standing in the doorway was the slight yet muscular figure of Draco Malfoy, closely flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He had a nasty expression on his face- one that rivaled that of his mothers. His eyes were fixated on Harry. Although he was attempting to look bold and confident, his shoulders were slightly hunched and he had bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't been sleeping very well. All Harry could think of was how much he wanted to run up and hug him. Unfortunately, with Crabbe and Goyle there, he had to play along.

''What do you want, Malfoy?'' Harry retorted, trying to make his tone as hateful as possible.

''You have something of mine.'' replied Malfoy confidently. ''I'd like it back.''

Harry remembered that the wand in his right hand was not his own; it belonged to the fair haired boy several meters in front of him. He glanced at Malfoy's wand arm, expecting to see it empty, but instead saw him tightly clutching an unfamiliar wand.

Malfoy realized what Harry was looking at and added ''It's my Mothers. It's powerful, but it's not the same. It doesn't quite... understand me.'' He cocked his head to one side. ''Know what I mean?''

Harry pulled out Draco's wand and pointed it towards him, remembering his thug-like cronies that were obediently awaiting instruction.

''Petrificus totalus!'' came a shout from somewhere near the entrance to the magical room. Crabbe fell, stiff as a board, and hit the floor with a thud.

Goyle whisked around but Crabbe's attacker, who turned out to be Hermione, was too quick for him. ''Petrificus totalus!'' she repeated, this time aiming her wand at Goyle. He, too, fell to the ground. Harry looked at her in bewilderment; her timing couldn't have been better. She then pointed her wand at Malfoy and opened her mouth to send a third curse.

''WAIT!'' screamed Ron, who had just ran into the room. ''Hermione, it's three against one here. We can risk keeping him able.'' He turned to Malfoy. ''You spent a lot of time in this room last year, didn't you Malfoy''

''Yes.'' replied Draco, his voice full of venom.

''Well, perhaps you can help us'' Ron spat back at him. ''We're looking for something. Before you ask, we're NOT telling you why we need it. Now, whilst you were in here plotting trechary last year, did you come across a tiara with the emblem of ravenclaw?''

Harry couldn't believe it. Ron was threatening Draco. His best friend threatening his draco. Yes, Harry knew nothing could ever come of it, but that didn't stop his feelings. The thought of Ron, his best friend in the whole world, was threatening him and speaking to him as if he were a filthy rodent... it upset Harry deeply, to say the least.

''I might have done. Why should I show you to it though?'' Draco replied. His confidence had obviously been caused by his cronies at his side- now they were paralyzed he spoke with much less arrogance. He almost seemed nervous, although he made desperate attempts to hide it.

''Because if you don't, you'll end up like you're friends'' threatened Hermione, gesturing to the thug-like teenagers that were laying stiff on the ground.

'Not Hermione too!' Harry thought to himself. It seemed everyone was threatening Draco except him. 'Better play along', he thought, suddenly remembering he couldn't convey his true feelings. He pointed his wand at his crush.

''For goodness sake, fine!'' Draco exclaimed. ''It's right by the vanishing cabinet. I remember picking it up and admiring it last year. Follow me.''

He walked forwards, past Harry, towards the back of the room. The golden trio follow, all three wands aimed at Malfoy's back.