Cold voice: Your father is dead. You know where the locket is. Or do you want to die just like your father?

Adam Felton: Lord, no, I have no idea where the locket is, are you just killing us for fun? Soon you won't have any followers left.

Cold voice: I am very weak, Lucius, will you let Draco do the honors?

Lucius: My lord- of course, Draco you heard the man

Adam: Draco, please, we go to the same school

Draco was hesitating and his hands trembling

Cold voice: DO IT NOW! OR SEE YOUR FATHER DIE!

Draco: I... I.

Cold voice: Still weak. Murder the boy Lucius..

Adam: No please, man, please. Expelliarmus!

Draco: you.. Sectumsempra!

Adam: Expulso!

As Harry woke up, he felt a bit dizzy. Sooner or later he would have to tell someone about the dreams. Harry saw Seamus pointing his wand at the head of Neville. "AAH, SEAMUS, WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU?" Harry rubbed his eyes. He saw Ron and Dean tied up, and Neville at wandpoint. "Harry, help me, Seamus is acting odd!" "Expelliarmus!" "HARRY! GIVE ME MY WAND YOU PARENTLESS TWIT!" Harry felt a hurt inside his stomach. This wasn't the real Seamus he knew. What joke was he playing? "HARRY! GIVE ME MY WAND! NOW!" "Impedimenta!" Seamus' legs and arms all binded. Neville got up from his bed and thanked Harry. "I don't know what got into him. Uh, what about Ron and Dean?" Harry noticed that they had duct tape on their mouths. Harry ripped off Ron's and Neville ripped off Dean's. "Bloody hell, Seamus has turned into a real git." As Harry went to Potions class with his fellow Gryffindors' with Seamus in hospital wing while Neville told Madam Pomfrey one of his spells went wrong. When Harry entered the classroom, a few people including Hermione were already there. "Welcome, welcome, make yourselves at home." Horace Slughorn told the class. When the class was over, and Harry made sure he was the last one left except Professor Slughorn, he knew this was his chance. "Professor, do you know anything, about um- Professor Cox?" "Well of course I do, we were best friends back in Hogwarts. Until he betrayed me with Riddle." "Sir, Riddle, you mean Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort?" "I still don't like to say his name." "Well, do you know if he was a supporter of Vo- You Know Who?" "Look Harry, I'm not really prepared to answer these questions! That's enough!" Harry walked away and joined his friends with a frown on his face.