On one of the many third-floor corridors of Hogwarts School was a darkened, lonely hallway. All the torches haven't been lit in years, their metal fixtures covered with rust. At midnight, with heavy clouds signaling a rainy next day, it was pitch black. Our solitary traveler in the halls had to resort to lighting his wand to see. He walked slowly, his steps impeded by the huge invisibility cloak over his body except for his wand hand, which poked out to give light. Our traveler, his friends (and his enemies) called him Harry, was prepared to quickly pull the wand inside the cloak to make him completely invisible. In fact, for the sole reason of preventing detection, Harry also carried a handy map. The Marauder's Map, as it was called, acted like a magical GPS system. On the frayed parchment, every hallway, classroom, and secret entrances were marked. More importantly, it marked every person in the area, and their current location. By checking the moving dots that represented living things, Harry could avoid anyone he didn't wish to run into. Being out of bounds was an expellable offense, and after being nearly caught twice, and actually caught four times, Harry thought he shouldn't push his luck. So he made his way slowly, watching each step carefully to make as little noise as possible. Soon he arrived at a door. Harry took out a crumpled piece of parchment from his pocket. An owl delivered it to him during breakfast. An squiggly but clear writing showed the few words to Harry. "Midnight, tonight. At the former entrance to the Sorcerer's Stone. Tell no one." At a school where enemies were plentiful, Harry was cautious. He merely crumbled it and threw it in his pocket before anyone else could read it. Harry decided to ignore the message. But eventually curiosity got the better of him. So here Harry was, in front of a heavy wooden door he crossed once before. Harry observed the lock. It was opened, and by the heavy looks of the bolt, it was opened with magic. Harry grabbed the doorknob, and swung it open. The room inside was unsurprisingly dark. Harry brought his hand carrying the wand in front of him. It illuminated the stone walls, covered with mildew from years of neglect, and a fellow student. His name was Draco, Draco Malfoy.

"Hello, Harry. Nice to see you've heeded my request," said Malfoy, with a smirk.

"You? What are you doing here?" Spat Harry. He and Malfoy had been enemies since before school term even began.

"If we start arguing now we'd never finish. And by morning, we would surely be caught. I know you also have a rather extensive schedule tomorrow, so I will do my best to be finished as early as possible so you could get some sleep." Malfoy never took off his eyes from Harry, although the light from the wand must have been blinding him. "I hate you. To death. You ruined my name, put my father in prison, and, well, I just don't like you. Fortunately, you hate me too. That allows me to make a rather final proposition. I am challenging you to a wizard's duel. Tomorrow, right here. Will you accept?"

"What says that you stay for this one?" Harry had already been challenged by Malfoy once before at wizard's duel. That time, Malfoy ratted on Harry and he'd nearly been caught.

Malfoy now spoke with contempt, all his hatred rushing back to his voice that he masked with an air of politeness. He said, "Well, this time, instead of expelling you, I really want to see you die." With that he left, roughly brushing Harry aside to get through the doorway. Harry whispered, "I'll be here," to the humid air in the room. It was a long time before he left the room.