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It had been an interesting day for Draco with Potions class and Snape's excellent sneers and insults to Potter. Draco could not think of a better way to end a wonderful day. Draco walked along the almost silent halls of the castle, memorizing all of the different corridors. He had a few minutes before Defence against the Dark Arts and he was trying to spend it semi-wisely.

Hogwarts was certainly a large school. How could one person ever remember every passageway? Draco slowly shook his head in disbelief and went to go to DADA.

DADA class was not anywhere near as interesting as potions had been. Maybe it would have been had Quirrell talked normally, instead of stammering. 'This is your…Defence against the Dark Arts class…Who can tell me…what the Dark Arts…are?'

Draco had to fight down a small fit of laughter when Quirrell first talked, but by the time class was well under way he had actually gotten used to it. The end of class came along rather quickly and the students filed out of the classroom, most relieved to be out of there.

Draco was near the front of the classroom and was silently waiting to leave. He made a mental note not to sit so far in front. He was in his own thoughts when the same pain from the feast hit him. Silently he grabbed onto the nearest desk for support.

"My dear boy…is everything…alright?" Quirrell's voice asked from the side of Draco. He looked up to see Quirrell suddenly standing in front of him. Softly Quirrell placed his hand on Draco's shoulder to make sure he was in fact ok. That was when Draco felt a full rush of emotions flood into him.

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'Please don't!' A young girl with dark brunette hair screamed to a man wearing a mask.

'You really think we are going to listen to you…you filthy Mudblood." One of the Death Eaters said almost calmly.

Silent tears came to the girl's eyes. She suddenly seemed to realize that she would die.

A hand came up and began to wipe her tears away. A sob came from the girl at the action.

"We wouldn't want you looking bad before you die know would we?" Asked a second Death Eater. The hand stopped wiping the tears and both stared at each before the hand that was only moments ago gentle, came and hit the delicate face of the young girl.

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Draco was brought forcefully back to reality. He quickly looked away from the professor before him. He did not know if Quirrell was responsible for that or not. All he knew was now all he could think about was that girl screaming.

Swiftly, Draco ran from the classroom not even caring if Quirrell was following or not. He could hear Quirrell's voice yelling down the hall toward him, but he did not care.

All Draco could do was run. He ran as fast as he could, ignoring people's cries and yelling when he accidentally ran into them.

Suddenly Draco ran head first into something or rather someone. It caused Draco to fall backwards. He looked up to see Filch looking at him with a triumphant look to him.

"What do we have here? Maybe you will learn not to run in the halls or into people for that matter if you had the right motivation."

Filch then grabbed Draco's arm, picked him up and dragged him down to the dungeons. He knocked on the second door in the hallway.

"Enter." Filch opened the door and pulled Draco in ahead of him.

"Sorry to bother you Professor," Filch stated when he noticed the large amount of papers on his desk, "but this needs your immediate attention."

Severus finally looked up from the papers to see Filch holding Draco by the arm. Surprise came to Severus's eyes, but he quickly let it disappear into a small glare. What had the boy done?

"What is the matter, Filch?"

"I heard Professor Quirrell yelling to a student and went to check it out. Well it seemed like he was yelling at this young boy here. Obviously, he does not seem to understand what it means not to run in the corridors. He kept running into people and not stopping. Actually he ran right into me."

Severus looked at Filch doubtful if the man's words were truthful. Severus sat back in his chair thinking over this. He knew Filch would occasionally exaggerate just to see certain people get detention. Maybe Filch was right though.

"Leave him here and I will talk with him privately." Filch moved Draco to one of the chairs in front of Snape's desk and left the room. Severus silently watched as Filch left the room and then got up. He went in front of his desk and sat in front of the boy sitting in his office.

The boy sat there not even aware that Severus had switched positions. "Mr. Malfoy?" Severus looked on puzzled at the boy's inability to react. What is wrong with him? "Mr. Malfoy!" Thankfully, that pulled the boys attention.

Severus looked at Draco concerned about the haunted look that was filling the boy's eyes. "Mr. Malfoy, were you running in the hallway?" Once again, Draco looked down, this time willingly.

This was getting nowhere. Severus got up and went to his potions cabinet to retrieve a vial. "I need you to take this, Mr. Malfoy."

The boy looked at it suspiciously. "What is it?"

"It is a calming potion." Severus lied, hoping the boy would take it. Fortunately he did, however his eyes went wide.

"What did you give me?"

How did he know it was not a calming potion? No matter. "What is your name?" Severus asked expecting him to answer immediately as anyone else would have on the Veritaserum. However, all Draco did was blink and look blankly in Severus's direction. He could not be resisting the potion, could he?

"What is your name?" Severus asked again louder. This time Draco answered.

"Draco Malfoy." Ok, better ask some simple questions before getting into the more complex ones.

"What house are you in?" "Slytherin."

"Who is you mother?" "Narcissa Malfoy."

Had Draco been 'conscious' at the moment he would have seen Severus's face go paler than it had been normally. Slowly, but surely Severus composed himself enough to continue asking questions.

"Why…Why were you running in the hall?"

"To get away from Professor Quirrell."

Severus looked warily at Draco. Why would he run from a Professor? "What did Professor Quirrell do?"

"I don't know."

"What did he do?" Severus asked louder.

"I…I don't know." Draco's eyes were coming back to their normal shade. Darn the potion was wearing off.

"What am I doing here, Professor?" Draco asked abruptly. Did he not remember why he was here?

"Filch brought you here hoping to get you in detention for running in the hall. I trust, Mr.…Malfoy it will not happen again."

"Of course, Professor."

"Good, you may leave now." Draco got up and quickly left the office. Severus sat watching him go.