A/N; So my apologies for the long update, I'll try not to be as long as this and try to make it roughly one chapter each week or two at the most. Christmas was busy and I had the honour of going on holiday with my dad and my story was at the back of my mind for most of it but now I'm pressing on. My thanks to all those who are still reading and a bigger thanks to those who've reviewed, I really appreciate it. I haven't done a disclaimer for a while so I'll do one now.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.
The moon was just beginning to shine over the vast mountains of Hogwarts when eleven o'clock finally came, illuminating the grand castle in an etheral glow.
Harry and Draco lay wide awake in their beds, forcing their eyes to stay open and keep themselves awake.
The rest of their dorm mates lay asleep in their beds, breathing heavily and drooling onto their pillows, exhausted from their long day of lessons.
"Psst,"
Harry turned his head in to the bed next to him. Draco lay turned on his side, facing Harry. He moved his finger to tap at the watch that lay on his wrist.
Harry nodded and threw his covers off. Both their robes and school uniforms lay under their pjamas and Draco followed in pursuit. They tiptoed around the room, pulling on their shoes and grabbing their wands. Harry pulled on his glasses and tucked his wand safely into his robe pocket.
Draco yawned and looked over to Blaise who was sleeping soundly in his bed, the quilt tucked around him and pulled over his head, breathing heavily.
"Poor Blaise is looking a little nackard isn't he?" He drawled.
"Shhh," Harry suppressed a giggle "Don't wake the others."
Draco shrugged and reached over to his bedside table for his wand. But as he gripped it his hand brushed a pile of his books and sent them cluttering to the floor.
Draco and Harry froze. The boy next to Draco's bed stirred slightly and murmured something in his sleep before rolling over and continuing to snore loudly.
"Phew," Draco sighed.
"I said try not to wake them up Draco," Harry whispered sharply.
"Can I help it if I'm clumsy?"
"Shhh!"
Draco rolled his eyes and tucked his wand in his sleeve, slipping on his shoes and shuffling his way quietly over to Harry.
"So now what?"
"We go to the trophy room corridor and wait until we see Ron and those dunderheads go in. We can hide behind that statue of the wizard while we wait."
"Good idea," Draco said softly. "Let's hope these bloody doors aren't creaky for Salazar's sake."
Draco made his way past the beds and over to the far side of the room by the door. Harry looked to Blaise's sleeping form as he passed.
"Sorry Blaise," He mumbled.
"Why?" Came a voice under his duvet.
Harry gasped and staggard back in fright, knocking into Draco.
"Merlin's beard!" Exclaimed Draco.
Thin fingers crawled over the top of the duvet and the small head of Blaise poked out from the underneath, glaring at them as he sat up.
"Oh I knew it!" He hissed, throwing the covers off and standing fully in his Slytherin robes "You were gonna go without me!"
"Blaise, what makes you think that?" Draco asked innocently. "Why on earth would we do such a thing?'
"I dunno," He drawled "maybe the fact I've been awake the whole time and listening to you lot talking."
"Well I should think that's rather rude," Draco said poignantly.
"Hey," A sleepy voice murmured from the bed next to Blaise's. "What you lot doing? Some of us are trying to sleep here."
"Sorry," Harry said quickly "Our friend just had a nightmare – go back to sleep."
The boy remained sitting up for a moment before he grumbled loudly and lay back down. The three stood still in complete silence for what felt like the longest of time until the boy finally began to let out soft snores.
"Oh well done!" Draco spat quietly.
"Me?" Blaise gaped "Your the one who woke him up!"
"Both of you quiet." Harry hissed "Look, let's just take him with us he's not going to go back to sleep." He said to Draco.
"Fine – but I swear Blaise if you get us caught I'm going to throw you to the giant squid in the black lake."
Blaise nodded "Promise,"
"Alright," He said "Now let's go before anyoneelsewakes up."
Blaise nodded and the three began to make their way out the door, shutting it silently and heading down the steps, their hearts racing.
The common room lay eerily dark and empty. The only source of light being the small green glow from the dim lights that floated above the ground like glowing emeralds.
"This way,"
They crept past the furniture and bookcases, heading up the small steps and towards the dark brick wall.
As the three boys made their way slowly across the room, neither noticed the sleepy figure of Pansy exit the bathrooms, a violet robe wrapped around her pjamas and her feet clad in big fluffy slippers.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes, shutting the bathroom door quietly and taking a step out into the common room before she stopped dead.
Harry, Blaise and Draco all stood at the far side of the room, seemingly having not noticed her presence, and were moving to the entrance to the Slytherin Common room, whispering quietly.
Pansy's mouth fell open and her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She couldn't believe they were going without her. How come they'd take Blaise and not her?
"Pureblood," Draco uttered the password and the brick wall grumbled before moving to the side and opening fully. The boys stepped through and the wall closed behind them.
Pansy took a quick look around. There was no one about and she certainly wasn't going to let the boys have all the adventure to themselves. Where would the fun in that be?
Taking a glance around one final time, Pansy tiptoed across the room to the wall, a mischievous glint in her eye "Pureblood."
With that the wall opened and she followed after them, making sure that no one was following behind her.
~•0•~
"This place is creepy at night, maybe this isn't such a good idea."
"Don't be chicken Blaise," Draco drawled as they turned a corner.
"I'm not a chicken!" He protested.
Harry led on, stopping to gain his bearings "Where's the trophy room?"
"Its on the third floor. The last door at the end of the corridor," Draco said.
"Right,"
They made their way down the hall when Blaise put his arm out, blocking them.
"Shh,"
"What?" Harry frowned.
"I just heard something," He said.
"Okay now youarebeing chicken..." Draco stated irritably.
"No – I just heard someone behind us!" He argued. "listen.."
The three stood still and listened. Neither boy's heard anything for a long time and Draco was just about to open his mouth to say something when a shuffle sounded from around the corner. The sound of the pitter patter of feet drew nearer and nearer, heading round the corner straight for them. The boy's stood frozen – too scared to move and knowing that it was too late to make a run for it now.
The footspeps finally grew louder and louder when finally the figure of Pansy appeared before them clad in her robe and big slippers, her eyes narrowed.
"Pansy!" Blaise cried. The boys gave a sigh in relief "I thought you were Filch!"
"I will take that as a massive insult,Blaise" She growled.
The three took a small step back from the angry witch as Pansy stormed her way towards them, her eyes set on Draco who stood closest to her. She walked her way over to him and raised her hand, giving him a good hard smack on the head.
"Ow! What the ruddy hell was that for?!"
"You deceitful little leech Draco Malfoy!" She hissed "You three hapilly just toddled off and didn't even bother taking me with you! We agreed we'd go together."
"What was I supposed to do?" He rubbed his head "Waltz into the girls dormitories at Midnight 'Oh hey Pansy, not that I'm a pervert watching you sleep or anything, but can you come with us to the trophy room for that duel?'"
"You knew perfectly well I wanted to come with you. How come Blaise got to go?"
"Well actually Blaise wasn't originally coming," Harry said "He sort of tagged along."
"Andyoudidn't think to go back for me?" She turned the spotlight on Blaise who held his hands up in defense.
"Look I was just wanted to get there alright? Plus duels are a littleviolentdon't you think?"
"I think we can agree that Pansy is pretty violent enough anyway." said Harry.
Pansy shot them a triumphant look and raised her chin "Nowifyou don't mind, I will be coming along with you to the Trophy room, okay?"
"Alright fine," Draco grumbled "But if we get caught, Slytherin is going to be bottom of the list for winning that House Cup."
"We won't," She said firmly. "Not in a million years,"
"Now let's go before someone hears us." Harry said urgently.
The three crept their way silently up the the staircase, making sure to keep their feet light and their breathing low. The made their way up one of the rounded staircases and to the corner of the second floor corridor where the set of marble stairs leading to the third floor stood.
They had just reached the bottom of the stairs when a voice made them freeze: "I can't believe your actually doing this Harry."
Two small figures stepped from around the corner. It was Hermione, wearing a pink dressing gown and a very nervous looking neville behind her in his blue polka dot pjamas.
"You two!" Draco said furiously "What are you doing here? Go back to bed!"
"I almost didn't come," Hermione huffed "I had a good mind to get our Prefect."
"Great now there's six of us," Blaise said sardonically.
"Would you quit it Blaise!" Draco snapped. He turned back to Hermione, "The both of you go back. I mean it."
"I'm not leaving until you go back to your common room!" She replied firmly.
"Come on Draco, let's just go." Harry pulled on his arm and gave Hermione a distasteful look. He had never met anyone quite so interfering before. He began to walk up the steps.
"Wait!" Hermione ran after them, unwilling to give up, Neville close on her heels, not wanting to betherein the first place let alone by himself "we're coming with you!"
"We are?" Neville asked her shakily.
"No, you most certainly arenot," Draco said as they began to make their way up the stone staircase.
"Do you think I'm going to stand out here and wait for Filch to catch me? If he finds all six of us I'll tell him the truth, that we were trying to stop you and you can back us up." said Hermione.
"You've got some nerve–" Draco snarled.
"Shhh!" Pansy hissed "Your making too much noise! Do you want Filch to catch us?"
"Well she started it!" Draco pointed at her.
Hermione glared "If you even had a brain in that thick head of yours you would have realised that coming here was the wrong thing to do in the first place. Clearly intelligence isn't something some Slytherin's value."
"Why you little-" Draco moved to go down some of the steps when Harry angrily grabbed his robes and pulled him up with him.
The others followed along with Hermione and Neville up the stairs and onto the third floor, they sped down the corridor and made their way into the trophy room, closing the door and making their way inside.
Ron and his fellow friends were not there yet, and so Harry and Draco decided to sit quietly on the floor in waiting while Hermione sat sulkingly beside Neville and muttered to him, glancing at Draco occasionally while she did so.
It was clear to the four Slytherin's that the pair were not likely to be leaving any time soon. If they were caught going back to their common room they would almost certainly loose half a dozen points and Hermione would never stand for that. She, unlike the group of Slytherins actually cared about loosing points for Gryffindor and had only come so she didn't have to see Slytherin loosing so many. She did after all owe Harry the debt of sticking up for her when Ron was making fun of her.
"Here," Draco nudged his friend, nodding to Hermione who was occasionally glaring at him from across the room "You think she's having a go at me to Longbottom?"
"It would seem so," He looked to him "Another nemisis to add to the list?"
"Well at least she's better than Weasley," Draco grumbled. "I don't think anyone can be as bad as him."
"Blaise!" Pansy said sharply whilst sitting in one of the battered thrones, her eyes on a curious looking Blaise who looked around the artifacts like a child in a sweet shop. "For the love of Merlin do not touch anything." She pleaded.
Blaise removed his hand from the delicate silver statue and gave a small huff, moving to look around the other objects while muttering lowly to himself.
Harry and Draco gave a soft snigger before returning to silence, waiting patiently for Ron to arrive.
They sat close to one another, Draco glancing at his wrist watch and Harry gently rocking back and forth with his knees close to his chest, his wand in his other hand in waiting.
"So, what's the deal with you and Weasley then, how come you hate each other so bad?" Harry decided to break the silence, between them.
Draco shrugged "Its past stuff I guess – my Father is distantly related to the Weasleys. They had different views to ours and they just never really got on. We were very different in our own ways, and I guess we just clashed."
"You really look up to you Father don't you?" Harry asked "You mention him a lot."
He gave a small smile and another shrug "I suppose I just miss him a lot. I guess he's the reason I'm the person I am now."
"Well then that is a reason to look up to him," He said, giving him a friendly nudge.
"And what about you?" Draco raised his head "Do you remember yours?"
"Not really," He said. Harry had thought about his father often, he felt him in every breath, every heartbeat. A feeling that had comforted him since he was a small child, enduring the freezing days in the cupboard or living through the abuse and hunger with his relatives.
"There is...something," He said after a moment of thinking "Like a memory, something that's deep in the back of my mind."
"What's it of?" Draco asked gently.
"A face," He replied lightly "Someone watching over me. And talking, just talking to me. I think it was my Dad, though sometimes I don't know if its real or not – or maybe just something I might have made up in my head..."
Draco gave Harry a sympathetic look "I can't imagine what it must be like growing up without a Mother or Father. I don't know what I'd do without my Mother sometimes..."
"There's something about her as well – my Mum," Harry said.
"A memory?"
"No, like a dream – or rather a nightmare." He shuddered at the thought. Those horrible sounds of the woman crying and singing softly, then a flash of light and a scream.
"Is it the night she was killed?" Draco asked carefully.
"I'm not sure." He frowned "It's strange...like a blurr. In the dream she wasn't being killed, it was like she was trapped...knowing something was coming and that she was helpless."
Draco swallowed hard "That must be horrible, knowing that feeling..."
"I know. She was terrified..." He lowered his eyes to the floor. "But I think she was a very brave person. She died while protecting me – and I'm sure she put up a fight while doing it."
"Never underestimate a Mother's love for her child," Draco said.
Harry looked at him curiously and Draco gave a small chuckle before continuing "It's what my Mum always told me, guess I never really understood it until now."
"Well I think your Mum was right." Harry said.
"And what about that family of yours?" Draco raised his head "What are they like?"
"What?" Harry asked a little fearful.
"Well it's just, you said they never told you about Magic. So that can't mean they were entirely honest with you. I just wondered if they you know, accepted you. Most Muggles are afraid of Magic."
Harry felt a lump in his throat. He heard his Uncle's deep threatening voice in his head over the sounds of his own pitiful cries.
"Not a word to anyone boy." He would growl in his ear "You tell a soul and I'll make you wish you were never born."
"Of course they accepted me. They're my family after all." He said. He always had been good at lying, his teachers would often ask him about the bruises and peculiar marks on his body when Vernon was stupid enough to make them visible. He'd tripped down the stairs, he'd fallen off his bed, he'd ran into the door...this list went on.
"Say, it's Christmas term after Halloween," said Draco "perhaps I could get you over if your Aunt and Uncle don't mind. You could meet my Mum and Dad and we could practice Quidditch and stuff. Blaise will be there, his family let's him come every Christmas and Pansy's Mother is close with my Mum – we could probably work something out."
Harry smiled "I'd like that,"
"Maybe I could see your folks sometime, I would quite like to meet them" Draco said innocently. Harry tensed hard as stone.
"No you wouldn't," He blurted before stopping himself.
"Why not?" Draco looked at him oddly.
"Well," He shuffled uncomfortably "their not exactly...the most welcoming of people. My Uncle's got a bit of a temper sometimes..."
Perhaps he shouldn't have said that. He was letting his walls down and he knew that while being undoubtedly cunning and a little bold, Draco was not stupid.
"Temper?"
"Yeah but, just over small things that normal people get angry over. He's just quite easily irritated by things. Your dad must get angry sometimes?" He turned the conversation around.
Draco scoffed "No. Not that often. He's more of a grouchy old man than an angry Father. Though whenever he does get angry it's for good reason. Its how I can tell how serious something is."
Harry nodded and the pair were back to silence. Draco glanced at Harry when he thought he wasn't looking. There was a thought niggling at him like a woodworm, an instinct that told him Harry was hiding something from him.
"You know," He said after a moment "some people would never think that me and you would ever be friends. We're quite different you and I, and a lot of people are too quick to judge others before they get to know them."
Harry listened somewhat absentmindedly, not looking at him fully for fear he would say something he would later regret.
"But I like you Harry Potter – you're nice. You don't judge me by reputation or my family. You'll talk and listen to me, making up your own mind on what I'm like personality wise. I'm glad I met you at Madame Malkin's, I've never really made any friends that easily," He admitted.
Draco glanced across the room, Hermione and Draco were in a deep conversation and Pansy and Blaise were quietly talking beside one another.
"If something's bothering you, you can always tell me if you want." He pushed gently.
Harry chewed his lip. His eyes finally met Draco's kind ones and he was so tempted to talk to him about everything. He was desperate to tell someone and finally have the weight removed from his shoulders that had been placed on him for years.
"Well..." He swallowed back a lump and looked back down at his hands. He couldn't really tell him could he?
"Yeah?" Draco looked at him expectantly.
Harry drew in a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart. His eyes came dangerously close to filling with tears.
"I-"
"Blaise! Put the cup down!"
"I'm only looking Pansy,"
"You don't need your hands for that," Pansy stormed over from the throne and ripped the small, gold goblet from his hands "If you knock any of these over you'll wake the whole of the castle up."
She placed the cup back in it's place gently and sent him a glare "I swear I will physically tie you to this chair if you don't stop messing with everything."
"Yes Mother," He spat.
Pansy shook her head and sat back on her throne, as haughty as the Queen herself and Blaise sat forced to the confines of the floor in front of her like a humble servant.
Draco rolled his eyes and turned back to Harry looking apologetic "Sorry, what were you saying again?"
Harry quickly snapped himself back into his senses and shook his head "Nothing – doesn't matter."
Draco gave a small frown "You sure?"
He nodded and smiled "Yeah, don't worry about it."
Harry relaxed a little when Draco seemed to brush it off and said no more. He couldn't tell anyone. What was he thinking? It was his fault his Uncle would hurt him in the first place because of his magic.
"Where is this guy anyway? Shouldn't he have come here by now?" Blaise asked.
"Yes what time is it? We've been sitting here for far too long, and I would much rather be in my bed asleep" Hermione tutted.
"Well no one asked you to come in the first place, did they?" Draco said simply.
She glared at him across the floor "Well I didn't anticipate having to wait like this, how much longer do you expect us to stay out here in the dead of night?"
"Its quarter past twelve Granger he's probably chickened out – we'll give it a few more minute's and then we'll leave," He said "Happy?"
"Fine," She grumbled, turning her head away and her nose in the air.
"Is that it?" Pansy said disappointedly. "I came all this way and no fighting?" She slouched in the chair with a sigh "Boring."
"You are really twisted sometimes, you know that?" Blaise came from the floor.
She shrugged and gave a flick of her hair "I'm a Parkinson, what can I say?"
"Your a bloody nutcase is what you are."
"And what's wrong with being a little mad?" She smirked "We're all a bit mad aren't we? How about you Granger? Do you have a crazy side under all those books and literature?"
"Me?" Hermione blinked her big dark eyes in surprise "No – I'm completely sane."
"She's completely bonkers," Draco said quietly to Harry.
"I heard that," She growled.
"Heard what?" He asked kindly. Hermione glowered at him with intense dislike, she couldn't stand this snotty little urchin. His head was as big as his opinion of himself and she could not for the life of her fathom why someone as kindhearted as Harry was so friendly with him.
A sudden noise from the room next to them made them all jump. Harry and Draco quickly raised from the floor including Hermione and Neville who bit his nails nervously.
"Bout time, thought he'd given us the slip." said Draco.
The four Slytherin's moved slightly closer to one another, Pansy's arms firmly crossed around her robed body.
"Alright Weasley," She said with a sly smile "We're ready for you."
However the voice that sounded behind the door was not Ron's, but in instead the most horrifying and repulsive voice that sent chills down their spines.
"Sniff around my sweet, they're lurking somewhere."
It was Filch, speaking to Mrs Norris and beginning to jiggle the door handle to the trophy room.
Horror-struck, the children backed away in terror and all ran to hide behind the covers of the glass cabinets and artifacts. The end of Neville's robes had barely whipped around the corner in time when the beastly figure of Filch slipped into the room carrying an orange lantern, the small cat at his ankles.
"They're in here somewhere," The six heard him mumble "probably hiding."
'Go back,'Harry mouthed, swatting his hand. They all huddled together as a group, holding onto one another petrified. Even Hermione clutched at the back of Draco's robes as they began to back up to the other side of the room where a row of glistening knights armour stood in a line near the back entrance.
They heard Filch growing nearer, the sounds of his foot steps and the squeaking of the lanter swinging made them terrified. Neville suddenly let put a fearful squeak and made a dash for the door – he tripped and grabbed hold of the nearest thing he could find, which happened to be Pansy, and went crashing to the ground in a pile.
Like a domino effect, each suit of armour fell into one another and crashed to the ground, the sounds and vibrations loud enough to wake the whole of Hogwarts.
"Get off me!" Pansy shoved Neville off her
"RUN!" Harry yelled.
The six off them bolted, none of them daring to look behind for fear if Filch was right on their heels. They ran out the large doors and sprinted down the long corridor, their feet pounding and the blood rushing in their ears.
When Harry reached the first door in the corridor he quickly tried the handle, but it didn't open.
"Its locked!" He cried.
"That's it we're done for," Draco said and Neville let out a loud whimper.
"Oh move over!" Hermione snapped, She shoved Harry to the side and brandished her wand "Alohamora."
A small spark of light emitted from her wand and the door swung open. The group crowded in and shut the door quickly. Draco and Hermione leaned against the door, listening for sounds of Filch on the other side.
"Alohamora?" Draco asked her incredulously.
"Standard book of spells chapter seven," She informed. He rolled his eyes and pressed his ear against the door.
"Let me see," She tried to move him away.
"Get off," He hissed, swatting her hands away. The two grappled to see through the door and eventually managed to find a space. They both peeked down the corridor through the crack and spotted Filch running down with his lantern, his face twisted in fury.
He ran straight past their door and down the hallway, completely unaware of their presence. They waited in silence until Filch's footsteps could no longer be heard anymore.
"Flich is gone," Hermione sighed and the pair stood from the door.
"Well good thing this door wasn't locked," Draco said.
"It was locked," She said.
"And for a good reason," Harry said shakily.
All children froze in pure horror. In front of them lay a monstrous three headed dog. Around ten feet tall, its large black eyes blinked in surprise as it stood fully almost touching the ceiling. Drool hung from its mouth where a set of sharp white teeth lay ready to sink in to the nearest thing they could find. The only reason the dog had not yet moved was because the sudden arrival of Harry and his accomplices was unexpected, however it Harry knew perfectly well that it wouldn't stay still for long and it's jaw opened as it gave a loud snarl.
In perfect synchrony, the six opened their mouths let out ear shattering screams, turning and opening the door as the dog began to growl loudly and bark at the intruders.
They flung the door open and all poured out trying to close the door against the dog.
"Push!" Harry groaned against the door. The others pushed against the door with all their might and finally the door slamed shut and the latch came down.
They ran from the third floor.
"What kind of a school is this!?" Draco said as they reached the quiet confines of the Castle dungeons where the Slytherin common room was. "Keeping a monstrous thing like that in there!"
"I-It..w-was..." Neville could scarcely breath and he looked positively sickly.
"I think I'm gonna have a heart attack," Blaise said, clutching his chest and panting.
"You Slytherin's don't use your eyes do you?" Hermione snapped. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
"I wasn't looking at the feet!" Draco whirled on her "I was a bit more concerned by thethree headsthat almost ripped my face off!"
"It was standing on a trap door," She ignored him "which means it's not there by accident – it's guarding something."
Harry stopped for a moment, thinking about Hermione's words "Guarding something?"
"Yes," She said sharply "Now if you four don't mind Neville and I are going to bed before any of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed orworseexpelled."
With that she took a pale-faced Neville's arm and stormed around the corner, out of sight and towards the north tower, her bathrobe billowing out behind her.
"What kind of priority isthat? Death before expelled?" Draco said unbelievably "What a weirdo."
"Why the hell did you take me with you?" Blaise exclaimed "I'll be having nightmares for weeks."
"Excuse me you wanted to come!" Draco fired.
"Yeah for the fight not to meet some massive Cerberus!" Blaise spun round and quickly uttered the password, egar to get into bed and hope that he'd wake up thinking the events of that night were a dream.
"What's a Cerberus?" Harry asked.
"Oh a Cerberus is just the name of the three headed dog." Pansy said "Blaise has always liked his Magical creatures."
"Oh,"
Pansy gave sigh "Well I'm off to bed – I think I've had enough adventures to last me the rest of the term. Goodnight."
"Night," Both Draco and Harry watched as Pansy made her way up the steps to the girls dormitory marked number one.
"Come on," Said Draco "We best get to bed too – Merlin's knows how much sleep we'll get tonight."
Harry nodded and the two made their way back to bed. Blaise was already in bed when the two entered and his eyes were already starting to droop. The three boys were tired and Draco's head had barely hit the pillow when he began to feel his eyes closing.
Harry, however lay awake. He couldn't help but hear Hermione's words running through his head.'It wasn't there by accident, its guarding something.'
"Draco?" Harry whispered.
"Mm?" He muttered.
"I think we know where that package Hagrid took is."
"Mm?" He muttered again, half asleep.
Harry turned over, looking across to Draco's bed as he forced his eyes open to look at Harry.
"I said I think we know where that package Hagrid took is."
Draco blinked. "It must be important. That massive Dog just for some dirty package."
"Mmm," He agreed. "Wonder what it could be?"
Draco yawned loudly before sighing "Well, we know why the third floor corridor is out of bounds now right?"
Harry chuckled "Yes we do. Goodnight Draco."
"Night," He mumbled. Within only a few moments of snuggling under the sheets, Draco was fast asleep.
Harry turned over in his bed, his mind racing. That night he dreamt about Ron Weasley and his friends, they morphed as one body with three heads that growled and snarled at him, using their large jaws to try and bite his head off as he ran down a long hallway that seemed endless without any chance of escape.
As the dream ended he was brought back to Private Drive in his cupboard. He could hear boots thundering towards him and the large beefy hand of his Uncle reached in and dragged him out. However when Harry looked up from the floor the face was no longer his Uncles, but morphed into the sneering face of his Potions teacher Professor Snape.
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