Chapter Two

"I've been stirring this for 30 minutes straight, waiting for the two of you!" Hermione began to lecture Harry and Ron, who were indeed a good half an hour late.

"It's Harry's fault! I couldn't wake him up," was Ron's best excuse, always blaming Harry.

Hermione sat cross-legged in front of a cauldron near the sink. She looked up to Harry to see if he wanted to explain himself.

"Harry!" she exclaimed as she stood up rapidly, almost knocking over the potion, "What have you done to your face?"

"I - er, must've fallen," Harry shrugged showing that he didn't know for sure.

"Harry that's not a mark you can get from falling," she approached him and inspected the burn, "DId you burn yourself or something?

"I don't know what happened," Harry said a bit louder to emphasize his point, "It was just there this morning. It only hurts when you touch it," Hermione lightly touched the tip of her forefinger to the burn and Harry yelped, "I told you not to touch it!"

"Harry you should go see Madam Pomfrey about that, or it'll be there permanently. I think your scars enough." Hermione told him after she backed away a little.

"It's fine, it doesn't hurt if you just leave it alone!" Hermione turned her head to look straight at him, her eyes were unsure but she nodded anyway.

"Whatever you say Harry, but don't say I didn't tell you," Hermione went back to the potion and began to stir it once again.

"Hermione," Ron piped up, "Is that all you're going to do is stir? What's the point for us here?"

"The potion is almost ready," Hermione said rolling her eyes as if they should know, "And you two need to get a hair from both Crabbe and Goyle. Tonight, we find out if Malfoy truly is the Heir of Slytherin."

"And who are you turning into Hermione?" Ron's face screwed in puzzlement.

"Just get the hairs, I've got mine." Hermione assured the two of them and shooed them out of the bathroom.

When it was just Ron and Harry, Ron turned to him and brought his eyebrows together, "How exactly does she want us to get the hairs? I'm pretty sure Crabbe and Goyle will notice us plucking out their hair."

"Oh no," Harry exasperated, looking at the figure that approached them, "Percy, I think he saw us coming out of the girls' loo."

"He's caught us before," Ron stated, "He won't take points off from members in his own house."

"I'm not worried about," Percy finally made it about a foot away from them, house . . . Points."

"Mornin' Percy," Ron greeted his brother, "What are you doing around these parts of the school?"

"I should be asking you the same. Roaming around the 2nd floor corridors for no reason," Percy spoke in a professional tone, hinting no other emotion but irritation.

"It's not against the rules Percy," Ron retorted, hoping that Percy hadn't seen them come out of the girls' bathroom.

Percy pursed his lips together, very much like how McGonagall does, "No, I suppose not." he moved his eyes to lie upon Harry, "Ron, you may go, I'd like to speak with Harry," Ron didn't move at all, "Alone!" he spat angrily.

"Why can't you speak with him with me here, Percy?" Ron asked curiously, folding his arms over his chest, indicating that he wouldn't leave.

"Five points from Gryffindor for not obeying the commands of a Prefect!" Percy nearly yelled, "Now go before I make it ten."

Mumbling and lightly cursing at his brother under his breath, Ron stormed down the hall and turned to go to the stairs. Percy watched until Ron was no longer visible, it was then when he turned around back to Harry.

"What were you doing in the girl's bathroom, Potter?" Percy stepped closer, reaching his hand into the pocket of his robe.

"We were just-" Harry muttered as he backed away from the oncoming Prefect.

"I don't care about 'we'," Percy sneered at Harry, pulling out his wand, "I want to know what you were doing, not anyone else."

"I was just visiting Moaning Myrtle," Harry said quickly, "No one goes to see her and I told her I would last time I was there. So I just decided to visit since I had nothing else to do," this was true, but not the reason why he was there.

"You're lying to me aren't you Harry?" Percy moved closer, and pointed his wand and stroked it across the burn on his face, "Did I do that Potter?" he questioned as Harry nearly buckled from the pain the surged out of the mark that lied on his cheek.

"It's true I swear," Harry began to pleas when he couldn't bare the pain.

He collapsed onto the hard, cold floor. Percy still held his wand at Harry's face, "Don't make me tell you again," he muttered, "I don't want to deal with your trouble." Percy gave his wand one more solid jab at Harry's cheek, and left Harry to wallow in his pain.