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Harry Potter was walking down the hall when he felt someone grab him. No one other than, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potters' enemy. Harry was about to scream, but Draco had put his hand over Harry's mouth.
"Don't scream, Harry. I'm not going to hurt you" said Draco.
Harry nodded and started to relax in Draco grip. Draco let Harry go, but grabbed his upper arm.
"Come on, Harry. We need to talk," said Draco.
"Ok, but please tell me you are not playing a joke on me," stated Harry.
"I'm not Harry. I just got to tell you some important stuff that you need to know," said Draco.
"Ok. I believe you," said Harry.
Harry and Draco walked down the hallway into an empty classroom. They sat at a table and were about to start talking when Professor Snape walked in.
"Potter, what are you doing outside of your common room after curfew?" snarled Snape.
"Draco said he needed to talk to me," said Harry.
"Well 20 points from Gryffrondor and stop your lying. I know you grow up on praise and getting everything you have ever wanted. But I will not stand for your foolishness at all," snapped Snape.
"You know nothing of my life. You didn't come save me when my Aunt andUncle put me in the cupboard and didn't feed me for days. So you don't understand me or know me. So stop being a complete jerk," yelled Harry.
After this Harry ran out and Draco sat there stunned by the information he just received.
"Uncle Sev, why are you so mean? Why did you do that?" said Draco.
"I let my hatred for his father transfer to him. He looks just like his father," said Snape.
"Well, I need to talk to him. Did you even notice that he was wearing glamours?" asked Draco.
"What? No, that's impossible, no student at Hogwarts is allowed to wear glamours," said Snape.