A/N:This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, but I wish they were mine.
A Soul Bared
Today was just not Harry's day. Ron was too preoccupied with thoughts of food to wake him up this morning and now he had missed breakfast and was late to Potions. Great, he was late for the first day of class. Running the last bit of hall to the classroom, Harry tried to sneak in to class. No luck. By some odd chance, Snape was looking at the door when he walked in. "So Mr. Potter. Have you finally decided to grace us with your presence? Ten points from Griffindor. Get in your seat Potter," Snape sneered at him before striding back to the front of the class.
Sitting down, Harry started to copy down the instructions for the potion he was to brew today. Everyone else had already gotten a head start on the potion, so he hurried to get his ingredients from the store cupboard. He didn't notice Malfoy rooting through his bag and taking a black leather bound journal.
Where is it? Harry dumped out his bag frantically. Pushing papers aside, throwing up quills, tossing aside books, he searched for his journal. I had it this morning. I swear I did. Oh my gods! Where is it! Where is it? Where is it? Harry started pulling out his bedding and emptying out his trunk trying to find the journal, while Dean and Seamus stood frozen at the door at the sight of the room's chaos.
"Do you need help finding something Harry?" Seamus finally asked. Startled, Harry spun around, finally noticing he had an audience. "No, I'm just looking for one of my old books. It had a passage in it I wanted to re-read. I must have left it at home. Thanks though Seamus." Harry turned and took a deep breath before starting to put his things back in his trunk. Where the hell is my journal!