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Harry crossed to the corner of the room where he’d thrown his books the night before and pulled the Marauder’s Map from his bag. As he spoke the words to make the map spring to life he hoped that a dot labeled “Draco Malfoy” would appear somewhere, anywhere, in Hogwarts.

But he wasn’t too surprised when it didn’t.

Now what? Harry thought desperately. He could wake Ron, but it was too early to get Hermione out of the Gryffindor girls’ dormitory. It wasn’t like he could just walk in there after all, like he could the boys’ dormitory. Better let Ron sleep, he decided finally. If he couldn’t find Draco by the time his friends woke up, then he would ask for their help.

Harry sat down on the sofa, idly staring into the fireplace. He had to think like Draco… yet how could he? He didn’t know what else Draco knew about the situation.

OK Harry, he thought, hypothesize. If it’s right, you’ll find facts to support it once Hermione’s up to help you.

So…. Worst case scenario first. Draco was caught by Voldemort…no, worst case was that Draco was dead. But that was out. Harry would be able to feel if Draco was dead or hurt or in danger. No, he wasn’t in any pain so Draco must be safe…or physically well or something like that. So, no Voldemort and no death.

Then, the next worst…or hardest to deal with, was that Draco had gone to Malfoy Manor…somehow. Even with Malfoy Manor disconnected from the floo system and unplotable…

Unplotable! Harry grabbed at the map again, a streak of terror snaking down his spine. Where was Malfoy Manor? Draco had never really said where…no one ever had. Somewhere in England, but that wasn’t much help was it. But he knew that Malfoy Manor was big so logically you’d need a really large amount of land, so…

The area Draco had starred was a large plot of land with nothing on it.

Harry bit his lip. It made sense, but it was just a theory. He would need to prove somehow that what Draco had starred was in fact Malfoy Manor. But the number one candidate to ask about anything Malfoy was not in Hogwarts. So then who could he ask?

Only one name came to him and Harry decided that the Fates must really hate him if he had to wake this particular person up at…three forty-five in the morning.

“Snape’s gonna kill me.” Harry muttered at the fire’s flames, but they didn’t seem to care.

Harry looked at the door to the Potions classroom with more than a few feelings of misgiving. If all the classrooms were set up like the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, then Snape’s personal quarters would be at the back of his classroom…or to the right of his classroom or connected to his classroom in some way.

Harry grasped the door knob and willed his hand to turn it. The door opened soundlessly. Harry stepped into the classroom and cast his wand around in the dark, looking for a door that didn’t lead to the supply room.

There was only one other door to the Potions classroom, other than the doorway Harry stood in and the door to the supply room (which Harry knew didn’t have any doors inside it). It was a rather modest door over on the Slytherin side of the room that Harry had never seen opened during all his years at Hogwarts.

Well, that looks a bit promising, he thought as he crossed the room.

“And what exactly do you think you are doing in my classroom at this time of the night?” A voice asked from the shadows behind Snape’s desk and Harry nearly jumped out of his skin.

The light of his wand swung to illuminate the glare that he knew would be prominent on his professor’s face as the man leaned against the wall. He knew I was here the whole time, Harry berated himself snidely.

Harry said the first thing that tumbled into his mouth. “I need to talk to you about Draco.”