A.N.: I don't own anything of Harry Potter. It's all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Fallen Angel

Harry was walking by himself, as usual… since Hermione and Ron were probably making out yet again. It was night and the wind barley blew tossing Harry's hair a bit. He pulled his robes tighter around himself. He was heading to the Quidditch pitch, where he won the Quidditch cup, ounce again. It was Slytherin VS. Gryffindor and course Gryffindor won.

He loved playing against Slytherin. He didn't know why, maybe it was because they played harder then the other teams, maybe it gave Harry a challenge since he has a Firebolt, and they have Nimbus 2001's, or maybe it was the Slytherins seeker, Draco Malfoy. Not that he liked Draco or anything. Harry cleared his throat and continued on his way. Up ahead, Harry saw something… a back figure.

It was just standing there, looking up at the sky. Harry squinted to see if he could get a better picture of the figure. Nothing. Harry moved closer trying not to spook the figure. As he got closer, he realized the figure had a hood up, but he could still see the green outline of robes… telling Harry, that this was a Slytherin.

He remained still. Just watching what the figure might do. One blink was all it took, and the figure was gone. Harry panicked a bit. He wasn't sure if he should be scared that this mysterious Slytherin was gone, or if he should be glad that the Slytherin had disappeared.

Harry looked about before wrapping his invisibility cloak back on, and heading back to the castle. He walked almost in a trance. He was now by the lakeside, walking up the hill towards Hogwarts. What happened next could have been avoided slightly if he was watching what he was doing.

"What the…"

"Sorry!" Harry shouted right away.

"W-What's going on?" The voiced asked panicked.

Harry took off his cloak noticing that he was still invisible.

"Potter!"

"M-Malfoy!"

"God, Potter! Don't you ever watch what you are doing?"

"I'm sorry, Malfoy. I-I guess I didn't see you."

"Well, don't let it happen again!"

Draco shoved Harry out of his way. Harry turned around watching Draco fast walked down the hall. He blinked ounce and Draco disappeared into the darkness of the hall. Harry stared down the hall, wondering how Draco disappeared so fast. Sighing, Harry threw his invisibility cloak over himself, turned around, and continued on his way back to the Gyffindor common room.

He fast walked to his common room, not wanting to be caught by Filch or Snape. After, pulling off his invisibility cloak and waiting for the fat lady to come back from another painting, he told her the password. Harry poked his head into the common room, making sure no one was there. No one was. He slowly entered the common room, making his way to his dorm.

As he entered, he stayed as quiet as he could, not wanting to wake his dorm mates. Harry shoved his invisibility cloak under his bed. He stood up and quickly changed into his pajamas. He sat down on his bed, rubbing his face with his hands. Harry suddenly heard a taping noise.

He quickly removed his hands and looked at the window. There was an owl, sitting on the windows edge, tapping on the glass. Harry got up, walking over to the window, letting the owl in. Harry had never seen this owl before.

Must be one of the school's owls. Harry thought.

Harry took the envelope from the owl, who flew back out the window. On the front of the envelope, his name was printed neatly in loopy handwriting. He put his finger under the flap of the envelope and ripped it open, being careful not to rip the letter inside. Harry pulled the letter out of the envelope. His eyes meet the same loopy handwriting that was on the front. He sat back on his bed and began to read:

H.P.

Tomorrow, at midnight. Meet me by the lake.

D.M.

Why does Dr-Malfoy want to meet me by the lake? Hmm . . . Maybe he wants to duel me or something. Or maybe he wants to talk . . . Harry gave out a soft chuckle. Malfoy? Talk? Ha! Yeah, right. But then again . . . There is a small chance he might want to . . . Oh well, I think about it tomorrow.

Harry shoved the letter under his bed so on one would see it, especially Ron. Who would flip if he found out Draco was sending him letters.Harry took off his glasses, putting them on his desk next his alarm clock. He fell back on his bed, as soon as his head hit the pillows he was out like a light, dreaming about what would happen at the lakeside tomorrow.