Harry was dreaming of a long, poorly lit, marbly black corridor. He was on the floor, slithering. The dream was too real to be just a dream. It was just like the dreams he had of the Riddles home, but this time he was a snake, in an unfamiliar place.
"Harry!" Draco lightly nudged him. "Harry!" Harry woke up.
He reached for his glasses and put them on. Draco was sitting at the edge of Harry's bed, looking slightly concerned, and behind him was an elf. Dobby.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked, slightly frowning. "You were twitching."
"I'm fine." Harry sat up, rubbing his scar.
"Your scar-" Draco noted.
"It's fine." He dismissed him, but Draco gave him a suspicious look for a second, before moving on.
"I found a place for the-" Draco announced enthusiastically, but Dobby covered his ears and started yelling.
"Dobby doesn't need to know!"
"Shush shush, okay." Draco shushed Dobby to stop him from waking up the others, and then turned back to Harry, beaming.
After their meeting in the Hog's Head, Umbridge disbanded all student organizations. That meant they either cancel their Defense Against the Dark Arts group in secret or carry on in secret.
"Where?"
"Follow me!" Draco said, enthusiastically.
"It's past curfew." Harry reminded him.
"Cloak."
"We won't fit together."
Draco thought a little, and then his face lit when an idea came to him.
"Nibbles!"
And so, Draco carried Harry in his Animagus form, which was much smaller than his human form, under the cloak, and made his way from the dungeons all the way to the seventh floor, followed by Dobby who didn't need a cloak to disappear. Draco put Harry down, and Harry transformed back to his human form.
"Where is it?" Harry looked around him. They were standing in an empty corridor.
"It's here, sir." Dobby said, feeling the wall of the hallway, "but you can only enter if you really need it."
"Okay," Draco said, walking up to the wall, "let me try."
He put his hand against the wall, closed his eyes. He seemed to be in deep focus. Whatever he tried worked, because out of nowhere there was a huge wooden door in the wall where there previously wasn't.
The next day, they took Hermione there.
"That's perfect!" She said excited, looking around the room, before turning around to face them. "Are we sure Umbridge does not know of it?"
"Why would she?"
"How did you find it?"
Harry turned to Draco, who simply shrugged.
"This is kind of our only option," Draco said, "I say we take the risk."
"I'm not-" Hermione started saying, but was interrupted.
Harry's hand jerked to his forehead, before he could stop himself. His scar was hurting again. Both Draco and Hermione noticed him.
"Are you okay?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah yeah, it's nothing."
"It's not nothing." Draco objected, firmly. "It was hurting yesterday too, when you woke up."
"You should go to Dumbledore." Hermione suggested.
"I don't wanna talk to Dumbledore." Dumbledore has been kind of ignoring him lately.
"Harry this is serious." Draco said, before asking: "is he close?"
"He's angry." Harry simply said, with a blank impression.
"What did you see?"
"I didn't see." Harry answered, "I just felt."
The three of them just stood there, contemplating the gravity of the ramifications of what Harry has just said.
"Do you know what this means?" Hermione asked.
"He can read the Dark Lord's mind." Draco answered.
"Can he read yours too?" Hermione asked.
"Is that what you were dreaming of yesterday?" Draco asked.
"I don't know, and no." Harry answered them, respectively.
"You must go to Dumbledore." Hermione insisted.
"I'm not going to Dumbledore." He said, firmly.