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Chapter 3

Halfway through the Quidditch door Harry changed his mind. Quidditch was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Maybe he was coming down with something. He wandered back through Hogwart's halls, intent on finding another "Found" box - wherever it might be.

The halls twisted and snaked through Hogwarts and sometimes he felt as if he was traveling up or down. He pushed through an extra dim hall out the door at the end. He'd looked all over. Maybe the only "Found" box was in the library. He'd have to wait until it was fixed.

"Keep looking," Draco's voice snarled.

Great. He'd ended up somewhere near Slytherin. Harry started to turn then stopped and stepped into the room. Couch cushions had been overturned and book shelves emptied. Draco along with a less enthusiastic Crabbe and Goyle searched the room.

"Lose something?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, my pencil. What's it to you? You'd better move out here," Draco said.

"When did you lose it?" Harry tried again. He wasn't going to hand anything over to Draco without proof it was really his.

"None of your business?" Draco took a step towards Harry then stopped and even took a step back. "You look strange. What's wrong with you?"

Crabbe and Goyle looked up in curiosity and laughed.

Harry turned around and stomped back down the hall. He'd just wait until a "Found" box that worked surfaced. Draco could wait for it if it was his. A tall, skinny, dark haired Slytherin passed. He glanced at Harry down his nose as he went by.

"Harry Potter?"

Harry turned around to find the kid inspecting him. The kid looked confused then amused.

"What?" Harry asked, annoyed.

"Just curious," the kid turned and walked away.

Harry continued as well then turned to look back at the kid but the kid was already gone. Harry snuck back down the hall and peered in. There was no sign of the tall kid. Crabbe and Goyle were still searching but Draco was bending down to pat a small, fat, round dog. Draco petting a dog - that was one for the record books.

"Haven't found it yet," Draco said to the puppy.

Harry pulled himself back into the hallway. Maybe the hourglass was actually some kind of collar decoration. He pulled out the small magnet and searched for a loop or hook but couldn't find one. It didn't matter. He'd rather wait for the "Found" box then try and help Draco again. Harry started to leave.

"Never mind," Harry heard Draco announce.

Harry couldn't help but peer in once more.

"It's been found," Draco said striding out of the room with the puppy at his heels, leaving Crabbe and Goyle to clean up the mess.

Harry felt a bit relieved. What he'd found did not appear to be Draco's.