Frowning, Harry watched Malfoy disappear off the Marauder’s map – again. “Bugger,” he muttered, throwing the map aside in disgust. For weeks now, Harry had tried to figure out what Malfoy was up to, but to no avail. Neither the map, nor his father’s cloak had done him any good in his pursuit of proof of his convictions.
Hermione looked up from her homework and scoffed. “Give it up, Harry.”
Harry scowled at her. “No! I know he’s up to something. I’m telling you, ‘Mione, he’s-”
Hermione sat up, carefully putting her quill down beside her parchment. “Really, Harry, not that again. Malfoy couldn’t possibly be a Death Eater, I keep telling you!” Continue reading