Author's Note: This is my very, very first serious fic. I have only written one before this and it was a stupid but funny, in my opinion, teletubbie fic. Then again, it was about six in the morning and I hadn't gotten any sleep in the last 28 hours. Anyway, so please, read and review, all flames are welcome. I just think of flames as either constructive criticism or just a stupid person's even more stupid opinions. So, again, read and review to let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; I mean seriously if I was J.K. Rowling, would I be sitting here writing these fics for no money at all? I didn't think so.
It was the night before Halloween and Harry was sitting at the desk in the common room lazily staring out of the window. He couldn't stop daydreaming about Hermione. After all, he had been in love with her since their first year when they first met on the Hogwarts Express. Now in their sixth year, his attraction had grown so much that he was practically obsessed with her.
"Why though?" he thought. "Why must she go out with that stupid bastard Draco? I mean they had been enemies for five straight years and now they are going out! It just doesn't make since at all!" Harry continued to stare out of the window when he heard the portrait swing open. He looked towards the entrance and saw his best friend, Ron, walking towards him.
"Hey Harry, what's up?" asked Ron with a smile. "Not much replied Harry. "You?" "Same here." Replied Ron. "How about a game of chess?" "Sure." The two friends started playing a game of wizarding chess. After about half an hour Ron had already beaten him three times. "What's wrong Harry? You seem sort of distant." asked Ron with a concerned look on his face. "Oh nothing", Harry replied. "I'm just thinking about Hermione." "Dude, you should just let it go. She is going out with Draco…she doesn't like you like that."
"Yeah I know." replied Harry with a frown. "I guess I will talk to you in the morning, I'm going to bed. Good night." "G'night" replied Ron. With that, Harry turned around and went up the staircase to his dorm. As he was getting ready to lie down on his four poster bed, he noticed that he had a letter on his pillow. He picked it up and looked at it curiously and then proceeded to carefully open it. He noticed it was written in a handwriting he didn't recognize. He proceeded to read the peculiar note.
"Harry,
Meet me in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at exactly 12:00
midnight. I have some information you might find useful. Come alone and
be careful not to be caught by any of the teachers. Especially watch out for
Peeves.
Harry thought to himself for a moment. "Who could this be from and what information could he possibly think I would find useful?" Harry thought. He set his alarm watch for 11:00 so he would be able to have enough time to get up and get down to the classroom without getting caught, so as to not have house points deducted from Gryffindor. He then climbed in his bed to wait with anticipation for the time when he would sneak down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom to come.
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