I was cleaning out some files on my computer and found a couple chapters of a fanfic I'd started about a year ago and forgot about. Thought I'd make a few changes to what I had and take it from there.

This story has a SS/MM pairing so if you don't like that, don't bother reading…

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It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and most of the students of Hogwarts had gone to visit the little wizarding village, Hogsmeade. The first and second years could be seen out on the grounds of the school attempting to have some fun while the older students were gone and the professors who hadn't gone to The Three Broomsticks could be heard having a good time if one happened to be walking past the staff lounge. And as most of the school was right where you would expect them to be, a thirteen year old boy was alone in Gryffindor tower with his face hovering inches over a large piece of worn parchment watching a dot labeled 'Severus Snape' traveling down a deserted corridor.

Harry frowned as he watched Snape's dot stop for a moment at the end of a corridor before turning down another. "He's up to something," he muttered to himself getting up and reaching a hand into his trunk to find his cloak while still watching Snape hoping the map would tell him what the potions master was doing.

He left the dormitory and leapt down the stairs almost falling over in his haste to tail Snape. He pushed aside the Fat Lady and threw the cloak over himself after her portrait was out of sight and checked the map again to find the fastest way to get to Snape.

After he had found what he thought was the best way to navigate the corridors, he whispered "mischief managed" and hurried to catch up making sure his feet were covered by the cloak as he sprinted although there was no one – staff, student or ghost – around to see them anyway.

Harry slowed to a brisk walk as he got closer and quietly tucked the map into his robes. He crept around the corner and almost ran right into Snape who was pressed against the wall listening to see if he was being followed. Although he had managed to narrowly avoid hitting the professor's rather large nose with his hand, the faint sound of his trainers abruptly changing direction reached Snape's ears. Before Harry had even had a chance to regain his balance, Snape had swiftly drawn his wand and was glaring in his general direction.

"Who's there," he seethed cursing under his breath about the possibly that someone had been following him. "I, professor Severus Snape, demand that any human being in this corridor declare their presence!"

Harry stood frozen in place – one foot still raised in the air as he had stopped mid-turn – only a few feet away from Snape afraid to even breathe. He's definitely up to something…

Why am I being so paranoid Snape thought to himself as he leaned around the corner and checked the other corridor. The only students still here are first and second years and I highly doubt they could even stalk a turnip. The thought that they could follow me is just ridiculous. He smirked and resumed walking down the corridor.

Harry waited for a few seconds before he turned to face the direction Snape had gone and found the corridor empty. He couldn't have gotten far he thought and hurried as fast as he dared to catch up.

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