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Chapter 2: Objections

After Harry put on some baggy clothes, he headed to the common room, prepared to tell Ron and Hermione about what had happened last night. I hate my conscience, he thought to himself, thinking about how harsh he had sounded.

The note was now clenched in his fist, because he was afraid that it would fall out if he left it in his pocket. Before he was completely in the common room, or before anybody could see him, he heard Ron and Hermione speaking in low voices. About him, no less.

"He's hiding something from us again. You know that has to be something bad." That was Ron.

"Are you sure? Maybe he's just not ready to talk to us. I'm sure if he feels like it's something we can discuss, he'll tell us." The worried voice was Hermione.

"Hermione! This is Harry we're talking about. What if he gets killed, what if-"

"What if he overheard almost everything you just said?" Harry revealed himself to his friends.

Ron looked dumbfounded, but Hermione looked kind of scared. "H-H-Harry, we, I mean, I didn't, I mean, Hermione said, but you know, we didn't... We were worried! All right??" Ron sat back, his face looking confused and frustrated.

"Harry, please don't get angry again." Hermione said, her eyes worried, remembering how he had reacted the summer in their fifth year. "Ron seemed so alarmed that you were hiding something again. We thought... I don't know what we thought, but we expected the worst. You know us! Harry, we're on your side. Don't ever forget that."

Harry, his eyes which had gone cold, regained their warmth once he heard the concern in Hermione's voice. "Don't be silly. I'm not mad." He tried to smile as he pulled up a chair next to them. "So what do you think of this?" He threw the crumpled piece of paper in Hermione's lap.

She unwrinkled the parchment gently and flattened it on her leg as she read out loud. "It says, 'Meet me by the willow at the next new moon.'" She paused, thinking hard. "There's no signature, and I don't know anyone who can scribble like this." She said, commenting on the author's messy scrawl.

She handed it to Ron, who said, "Nope. I don't recognize the handwriting either. Who do you suppose wrote it?"

"I got it in the middle of the night, from a small owl. It woke me up." Harry lied. Small white lies won't hurt.

Hermione looked at him suspiciously, but decided to ignore the comment. "Well, one reasonable explanation is that Voldemort sent it to him."

Ron took a sharp breath when he heard the Dark Lord's name, but added, "I don't think you should go, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes at this. His friends could be such worry-warts some time, and he told them this. "Don't be such a worry-wart."

"He's right Harry! You'd be playing right into his hands!"

"You could get killed!"

"And Dumbledore can't cover up for you anymore, you'll get expelled!"

"And my mum would kill me if she heard I let you go out there by yourself!"

"And what if-"

"ALL RIGHT!" Harry shouted. He knew his friends would say things like this. "I get the point."

"Harry, you're not going to go, are you? You can't..." Hermione said.

Harry chose not to reply. His stomach rumbled, reminding him how hungry he was. "Hey, where's that breakfast you said you brought me Ron?" He asked, quickly changing the subject.

Ron pulled out a couple of rolls from sweater pocket. "Here. They're sort of smashed, but they taste good anyways."

Hermione looked at Harry in complete disgust as he gobbled down the squished rolls.

"What?" Harry asked, after he had finished stuffing his face.

Hermione shook her head. "Harry, don't go. You can't risk so much again." She added the word again to emphasize what had happened last year, when Sirius had died because Harry had done something without thinking things through.

Harry apparently, heard what she meant. He stuffed the note into his pocket, and strode out of the common room, not listening to the "HARRY!" and the "WAIT!"

Once he was outside, he realized he had nowhere to go. Classes did not begin till tomorrow, so he had no homework to do. I'll visit Hagrid, he'll agree with me that I should go.

He walked briskly to the cottage, only to be stopped when he heard a callous voice say, "Potter."

Harry stopped in his tracks, and turned to face a handsome blonde boy about his age. "I don't have time to play games Malfoy." He said in contempt.

"What's the rush? Off to see that big oaf again?" He sneered.

"Hagrid is not an oaf." Harry said, his temper already rising.

"You're right. He's a gigantic, enormous oaf who shouldn't be-"

But before he could finish, Harry had pulled out his wand, raised and pointed directly at Draco's heart.

"You want to kill me Potter?" He asked quietly. "Try. You can't do it." He seemed overly sure of himself.

Harry only glared at him, but he lowered his arm.

"That's what I thought," Malfoy said, "You can't do it. You think you're so much better than everyone, but you're just a half-blood, hanging out with werewolfs and Mudbloods and oafs." He laughed coldly.

This did it. Harry took out his wand again, and bellowed, "CRU-"

Malfoy looked shocked, but smirked when he saw who was watching them.

"POTTER!" Harry heard an all too familiar voice yelling at him. "JUST WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING???"

Muahaha... Is this a cliff-hanger? Not as good as I could make it I guess... but... I need something to keep you guys interested. "

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