Harry lay on his warm bed during the cold, quiet wintery night at Hogwarts. Things were running across his mind all at once. Starting to get a headache, Harry dug his head deep into the pillow trying to get some sleep. The past few days had been pretty terrible. He had supposedly stolen vials from the professor's potion closet, vandalised the school and started horrendous rumours about almost everyone in his year. On top of all that Ron and Hermoine were avoiding him after this had happened. What a great start to yet another year at Hogwarts.
Moments later, Harry started to fall into a deep sleep, but was abruptly awakened by a soft, purring sound coming from outside the door of his room. Harry got up from his bed and tip-toed to the door.
What's that sound? , he thought.
Putting on his robe and slippers, he turned the knob of his door and opened it, to find a small white cat in front of him. A white collar around its neck informed Harry that its name was Francis. A brown, scrunched piece of paper was hanging of Francis' collar. Slowly, he grabbed it and recognised Draco Malfoy's handwriting sprawled on the paper.
"Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at 3am sharp. Important!" indicated on the note. Harry looked at the clock on his table, 2:56am it read. He only had four minutes to get there. Harry dashed out the door. Wait, where did the cat go?, he thought. It had disappeared. Oh well, that did not matter to Harry at the moment, only getting to the Astronomy Tower in less than five minutes. He knew how much Draco hated it when people were late. Harry left the Gryffindor common room and practically ran all the way to the Astronomy Tower. Ugh, why couldn't have just used my broomstick?, an out of breath Harry thought whilst darting past one of the broom closets.
He arrived at the Astronomy Tower and saw a tall figure standing near one of the windows.
"It's about time, Harry," Draco said, coming out from the darkness. "I am able to help you, you know."
"With what?" Harry asked. "And why would you want to help me?"
"You know what," smirked Draco. "You know last year when I played that prank on you, yeah, well, as my punishment I have to clean all the dirty rooms in Hogwarts. Do you really think I'm gonna do that? No, ofcourse not. You'll do it for me."
"What's in it for me?" Harry asked, a bit more interested in what Draco was saying.
"There'll be no more trouble for you."
"What do you mean?"
"You really are oblivious, aren't you?" Draco took a few strides and was not standing infront of Harry.
"No..." Harry moved back, scared of what Draco was going to do to him.
"That little curse you have," sighed Draco. "All the trouble you've been making so early this year. I can - I can help you get out of it." Draco moved even closer to Harry now.
"Wait - what? I'm Harry Potter you know."
"No, I didn't stutter. I know who you are."
"Oh, how are you going to help me?"
"You'll find that our later," Draco replied, handing him another piece of paper, before stepping away from him and turning around to leave.
Draco Malfoy, my enemy, was going to help me?, Harry thought.