Fun Fact: The events of the Sorcer's stone will be the only canon book that i follow directly.
(Henry POV)
When Draco saw not only Harry with me later that day at lunch, but saw Jakoba over at the Gryffindor table, I could tell he was going through so many emotions that it was rather comical to watch.
Still mad at him though for the way he'd been acting, Harry and I agreed that we didn't want to be friends with someone like that, though we told Urie that she was more than welcome to. She however was more interested in trying to get Harry and I to hang out more with Jakoba so she could join, so reluctantly agreeing to do so, Harry invited Jakoba to eat lunch outside with us by the lake and asking if he could bring Ron, we all agreed and after getting our lunch, that's where we all found ourselves.
Ron had also ended up bringing Neville to eat lunch with us as well as the girl from the train, Hermione Granger and though she'd been a bit bossy at first, she seemed to be an okay person to just have lunch with so everything went well, until suddenly, a papeer airplane flew from somewhere far off and landed in front of Jakoba.
Picking up the paper, he read it and as his eyes moved across the page, he rolled his eyes and turning it over, he pulled out a quill and writing something on the back of it, he folded the plane and sent it back without a word.
"What was that?" I asked and he shrugged.
"Nothing."
Nodding, I took his word for it, but later that night, I found out what it was when I sat in the common room with Harry and Urie and overheard a conversation between Draco and some other Slytherin first years.
"Yeah, he replied and said he'd be there! He thinks I'm showing up to the trophy room at midnight to duel him or whatever. I've already tipped off Filch, of course." Suddenly, I knew what he was talking about and blood boiling, I jumped to my feet and stormed over to him.
"You know, Malfoy. For a short while, I actually thought you were pretty cool. James and I both hung out with you and listened to you and we had some great times together but now that I'm seeing you like this, I don't like you at all and I think you're more of a loser than any muggleborn in this entire school! What gets you off on bullying people and trying to get them expelled? This is why no one and I mean no one really likes you, you know that, right? You have no friends and people are just scared of your father. Well, what are you gonna do if something happens to your father?" I gave a rueful laugh. "Get over yourself and maybe try to be a good person, loser."
"And what's being a good person to you?" A second year Slytherin boy asked me as people around us snickered at the now, very red Draco.
Looking right at him, I said what I believed to be the only reasonable answer. "Remembering that despite everything, you still bleed the same red blood with white and red blood cells as every other person in this stupid school." With that, I turned on my heel and left, Harry and Urie running after me as I went.
"We can't let Jakoba get into trouble." I fumed as we sat on my bed and Harry nodded.
"We can't leave to warn him right now though, it's after curfew."
"We can go closer to midnight, when everyone's still asleep." Urie suggested and I nodded.
(Harry POV)
It was a quarter till midnight when we all met up in the common room, to head to Gryffindor tower. We'd decided that ultimately, trying to warn Jakoba before he went to the 'duel' would be our best option and once out, and into the hallway, I'd realized a vital mistake I'd made.
I'd brought the Marauders map, but one; if Urie was there, how could I use it without her seeing and second, how could I even see it without any castle lights being on? I sighed at the thought of having it and not being able to use, but nonetheless, we headed off and up the stairs, toward Gryffindor tower.
When we reached it and saw that it was five minutes till midnight, we figured we'd underestimated our time, so deciding to go to the trophy room, we looked around but as we did, there was absolutely no one in sight. Where was he?
I was just getting the idea, that maybe Jakoba had intended on tricking Malfoy, just as Malfoy had tried to trick him, suddenly, Urie nudged us and pointed. A black shadow seemed to slink into the trophy room, look right at us, then slink away. Immediately knowing that that had been Ms. Norris, all three of us exchanged glanced.
Then a noise in the next room made us all jump and all raising our wands in unison, it was then that we heard someone speak — and it wasn't Jakoba. "Keep sniffing around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner."
It was Filch speaking to Mrs. Norris. Horror-struck, Harry waved madly at us to follow him as quickly as possible; we scurried silently toward the door, away from Filch's voice. Urie's robes had barely whipped round the corner when we heard him enter the trophy room.
"They're in here somewhere," they heard him mutter, "probably hiding."
"This way!" Harry mouthed and, petrified, we began to creep down a long gallery full of suits of armor. Filch was getting nearer by the second and As something crawled over her face from inside a suit of armor, Urie suddenly let out a frightened squeak and broke into a run, but tripping over a suits leg, she grabbed me around the waist, and then we were toppling over, right into a suit of armor.
The clanging and crashing were enough to wake the whole castle. "RUN!" Harry yelled, and getting quickly to our feet, Urie and I sprinted down the gallery, not looking back to see whether Filch was following — we swung around the doorpost and galloped down one corridor then another, Harry in the lead, without any idea of where we were or where we were going — we ripped through a tapestry and found ourselves in a hidden passageway, hurtled along it and came out near their Charms classroom, which we knew was miles from the trophy room.
"I think we've lost him," I panted, as I leaned against the cold wall and wiped my forehead. Henry was bent double, wheezing and spluttering.
"We've got to get back to Slytherin House," said Urie, "quickly as possible." We all nodded in agreement, but It wasn't going to be that simple. We hadn't gone more than a dozen paces when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting out of a classroom in front of us.
It was Peeves the Poltergeist. He caught sight of them and gave a squeal of delight. "Shut up, Peeves — please — you'll get us thrown out."
Peeves cackled.
"Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties? Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty."
"Not if you don't give us away, Peeves, please."
"Should tell Filch, I should," said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly. "It's for your own good, you know."
"Get out of the way," nipped Urie, taking a swipe at Peeves.
This was a big mistake.
"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Peeves bellowed, "STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR!"
Fear pulsing through us, we ducked under Peeves and ran like lightning down the hallway, fearful that at any moment Filch could—
THWACK!
I ran right into a door that I had been so sure would open. Running right into my back, Henry and I tried to open the door in panic, but it was locked. Trying to get it to open, we asked nicely and tickled it. Nothing was working!
"This is it!" Henry moaned, as we pushed helplessly at the door, "We're done for! This is the end!"
Behind us, we could hear footsteps, Filch running as fast as he could toward Peeves's shouts and I was just losing hope, when suddenly, Urie pushed us aside. "Alohomora!" As her wand tapped it, the door burst open and all three of us were in and the door was shut and locked right away.
"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me."
"Say 'please.'"
"Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?"
"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice.
"All right — please."
"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!" And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage.
"Bloody brilliant." Henry whispered as he leaned his sweaty forehead on the door and I was just smiling and about to ask Urie if she could teach me that spell sometime, when I turned and saw something that made me squeak and freeze up beside Urie, who'd immediately frozen up when she saw what I did.
For a moment, I was completely sure I'd walked right into a nightmare — this was too much, on top of everything that had happened so far.
We weren't in a classroom, as I'd thought we would be. We were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now we knew very much why it was forbidden.
We were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in our direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs.
It was standing quite still, all six eyes staring at them, and I knew that the only reason we weren't already dead was that our sudden appearance had taken it by surprise, but it was quickly getting over that, there was no mistaking what those thunderous growls meant.
When Henry saw what we did, he groped for the doorknob — between Filch and death, we knew we'd all take Filch.
Immediately, we all fell backward — Urie slammed the door shut, and without thought, we ran, practically flying, back down the corridor. Filch must have hurried off to look for us somewhere else, because we didn't see him anywhere, but we hardly cared at this point — all we wanted to do was put as much space as possible between ourselves and that monster. We didn't stop running until we reached the blank wall that would lead to our common room.
Panting out the password. Henry was first inside, with the rest of us scrambling after him. All finally in the common room, we collapsed, trembling, into armchairs.
It was a while before any of us have any wind or courage to say anything.
"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school?" said Henry finally. "If any dog needs exercise, that one does."
Urie had got both her breathing under control finally before saying. "You didn't see it?" she whispered. "Didn't you see what it was standing on?"
"The floor?" I suggested. "Sorry, I wasn't looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads."
"No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. It's obviously guarding something." She suddenly looked as if she wanted to both cry and vomit. "I think I'm going to bed." With that, she went down the steps to the girls dormitory.
Henry and I exchanged glances as together, we got up to go to bed. The dog was guarding something… It was a well known fact that Gringotts was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to hide — except perhaps Hogwarts.
It looked as though I now knew why Hagrid was at Gringotts the same day as us, and why the thief that had broken in hadn't taken anything.
