At The End

Hogwart's isn't safe anymore

That evening, after his detention of cleaning out Snape's potion cupboard, Harry grabbed his dad's old invisibility cloak and made his way out to the Quidditch locker room for his meeting with Malfoy. Harry glanced at the hourglass watch Hermione had given him on his last birthday, to find that it was still only 8.15. Harry still had 45 minutes to wait, so he settled himself down on the bench to wait.

The minutes ticked by slowly. It felt, to Harry, like time seemed to stand still. He could've sworn, at one stage, that the hour glass actually ticked backwards. After, what felt like hours, Harry, once more, checked the watch. It was now 9.30 and Harry felt his blood begin to boil.

'How could I have thought Malfoy would actually meet me?' Harry thought bitterly. 'Malfoy had obviously played him for a fool; he was probably sitting in the Slytherin common room with his mates, laughing.' Well Harry was determined not to let this happen again. Harry snatched up his cloak and was about to throw it over himself, when he heard Malfoy's snicker.

"Thought I wasn't coming? Didn't you, Potter?" He said with a chuckle. Harry faced him, glaring.

"I thought you stood me up!" He admitted. Draco narrowed his eyes.

"Let's get something straight, Potter," Malfoy hissed. "I did NOT 'Stand you up' anything." He retorted. "To stand someone up you've gotta be dating, and I most certainly am NOT dating you."

"No you're dating my ex- which you stole, no less." He snapped. "But you knew what I meant!"

An odd look had crossed Draco's face and he was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Now what's wrong with you?" He demanded.

Draco snorted. "You didn't seem to be bothered by Ginny and I last night when you had your tongue down "Looney's" throat."

Harry felt the blood rush to his cheeks, "H… How…" he stuttered.

"How do I know about that?" Draco asked with a smirk. Harry merely nodded. "Peeves." Draco told him with a slight shrug.

"Who else has Peeves told?" Harry wondered aloud. Harry could tell by the smug look on his face that Malfoy wasn't the only one who knew.

Malfoy was chuckling. "Oh, shove off." Harry spat. Instead of shutting him up, that Malfoy served to make Draco laugh harder.

"Oh… the great, 'Saint Potter' and 'Looney' Lovegood." He breathed, between laughter. "Oh, it's too much."

Harry cast the silencing spell and Malfoy instantly shut up. He glared at Harry. Even though he couldn't speak, he was clearly angry at being silenced with a spell. Harry still had his wand pointed at Malfoy's chest. Draco eyed the wand curiously.

"If I remove the charm, you must promise not to laugh anymore. AND you won't tell anyone about Luna and me." He demanded.

Draco contemplated this. Harry knew he was fighting a subconscious war with himself. Draco wanted nothing more than to tell the entire school about Harry and Luna. He also knew he couldn't lift the silencing charm himself. Harry patiently waited for Draco to decide.

Reluctantly Draco nodded. Harry smiled.

"No telling? No laughing?" Harry checked he understood the condition.

Draco rolled his eyes and nodded again. Harry released Draco from the spell.

"Nice one, Potter." Draco said angrily. "But if you ever do that again, I'll kill you." He promised. Harry snorted.

"I'd like to see you try." He mumbled. Draco's lip curled, into a sneer.

"Tell Granger I'll do it." Draco said firmly, after a few minutes of silence.

"Huh?" Harry asked, confused. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Surely you remember why we're here?" Draco questioned. Harry quickly racked his brain. Then he remembered.

"Oh! You mean the potion?" Harry asked. Draco sniggered.

"Perhaps you aren't as dim- witted as I first suspected." Draco retorted. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed." And with a sharp turn on his heel, Malfoy left the locker room.

Harry sighed and picked up his cloak and, throwing it over himself, headed back to Griffindor tower.

Harry expected everyone to be asleep, yet when he stepped through portrait hole, Harry was surprised to see the common room buzzing with life. Harry made his way through the crowded common room to the corner by the fire, where Ron and Hermione were seated, having a heated conversation.

"Hey." Harry dropped heavily into the seat beside Ron, making him jump slightly. "What's going on?" He asked.

Hermione and Ron exchanged dark looks. "He was here." Hermione said heavily.

"Who was?" Harry asked. He wasn't following them.

"V… Voldemort." Ron stuttered quietly. Harry's heart stopped beating for a few beats.

"Voldemort?" Harry repeated softly. Hermione and Ron both nodded, solemnly.

"But… why? How?" Harry asked, stunned.

"My guess is he wanted to get you, when you least expected it, and he probably got all the secret entrances to the castle from Wormtail." Ron said with a scowl.

"I'm impressed." Hermione appraised him.

"At least I'm good for something." Ron said, secretly he was trying not to grin.

"How do you know He was here?" Harry cut in.

Ron got a haunted look. "Neville saw him, he was moving to your bed." Ron explained. "Neville's had quite a shock. McGonagall took him to see Dumbledore."

"One thing is for sure," Hermione said. "Hogwarts isn't safe anymore."

"But why?" Harry repeated. "I mean… isn't Dumbledore the one he's afraid of?"

"Apparently he's not that much afraid of him anymore." Ron said simply. Harry opened his mouth to speak when the portrait swung open, and McGonagall and Snape swept in. The common room fell silent immediately.

"Everyone will follow me to the Great Hall swiftly and silently." McGonagall demanded, shrilly.

"Potter, Granger and the two Weasley's will follow me." Snape cut in, as everyone stood. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny made their way over to where Snape was standing.

"You four are requested to see Dumbledore." Snape told them. They all exchanged glances. "Come on, Follow me." Snape said after everyone had passed.

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