Hogwarts
Seven years later…
"Hermione, hurry up! We're going to be late for potions!" Harry yelled over his shoulder.
The Golden Trio, running late for their first class of the day, again. Every time they have a run in with Slytherins they're always late.
"Why can't they leave us alone?" Hermione asks panting from running to class.
"I don't know 'Mione. Let's just get through double potions." Ron's face is almost as red as his hair.
The three of them rush into the classroom, hoping to get to their seats before Professor Slughorn arrives, no such luck.
"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, and Mr. Weasley so glad for you to join us. Detention this weekend for being late yet again, as well as ten points from Gryffindor." Professor Slughorn turns back towards the front of the room, to inform the students what they're doing for the class. "Today, we're going to be discussing Polyjuice Potion. Can anyone tell me ..."
At this point Slughorn has turned his back to the class to write out the ingredients and timeline for the potion. His voice low and drowned out as the chalk moved along the board.
Hermione is taking notes while Harry and Ron are looking around the room, "I'm telling you Ron, Malfoy has been disappearing every night to do Merlin knows what. I know he's a Death Eater. Why else would he be acting so distant from everyone, even his own house?" Harry speaks in hushed tones.
Ron shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know mate."
"You really should stop obsessing about Malfoy so much, it's unhealthy." Hermione says without looking up from her notes.
Harry turns in his seat to look at Malfoy once again. Malfoy looks up from his parchment doodles, locking eyes with Harry, a burning hatred behind those molten silver eyes. They both quickly look away. Harry did notice Malfoy looks extremely tired, even more pale than usual, and Malfoy has missed several meals. Harry turns his attention to the professor for the rest of class.
The rest of the day moves smoothly for the trio, until after dinner when some kind of creature invades the grounds. Luckily almost all of the students were in their respective common rooms. All except four students …. You guest it, Malfoy is being followed by the Golden Trio. Harry somehow convinced Ron to come along, Hermione went to make sure the other two didn't get into trouble. Malfoy was currently climbing the moving stairs to the seventh floor. Harry just knew he was up to something and he was going to prove it. Passing by an empty classroom, Hermoine quickly peers in and sees a familiar face, but in a blink of an eye they're gone.
"Strange," Hermione whispers to herself shaking her head.
"What's strange?" Rob asked.
"Oh nothing. I could have sworn I saw someone in that classroom but there's nobody in there." Hermoine is confused but continues to follow her friends.
When they reached the seventh floor, the Golden Trio hid behind a tapestry and watched as Malfoy paced back and forth in front of a blank wall. Soon a set of wooden double doors appeared. Malfoy opens one side just enough to slip through, the doors start to disappear as the Trio try to reach it.
"Bloody Hell. Now what do we do?" Ron asked, trying to catch his breath.
"Let's head back to the common room before we get caught. Harry, you really shouldn't be so obsessed with Malfoy." Hermione starts to cautiously walk back to the Gryffindor common room.
The Trio were almost back to the portrait of the fat lady when Hermione heard a low, deep growl behind her. She quickly turned around, nothing was there. She shakes her head to clear it, 'I must be tired. I'm seeing and hearing things that are not there.'
The portrait swings open at this point and they head inside to retire for the night. Little did Hermoine know, there was something inside the castle, and it was stalking her.
A/N: I know I have several unfinished stories, but I can't help it. This is not a crossover, however, it will have some similarities to another fandom. And if you haven't noticed 'Mia Furyan' is a favorite OC name of mine. The first two chapters are short, they will get longer after this.