Potters story

Sneaking out

As Snape left for the unexpected meeting, Professor McGonagall took charge of Harry's care for the evening. She watched over him with a stern yet caring eye, ensuring he stayed on task with his studies and adhered to his usual routine.

In Snape's quarters, Harry found himself restless as the night dragged on. The absence of his mentor left him feeling unsettled, and the temptation to seek out Draco grew stronger with each passing hour.

As the clock struck midnight, Harry's resolve weakened. With McGonagall occupied with her duties, he saw an opportunity to slip away unnoticed. Quietly, he crept out of Snape's quarters and made his way through the corridors of Hogwarts.

The castle was eerily silent as Harry made his way towards the Slytherin common room, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He knew he was breaking the rules by venturing out past curfew, but the thought of seeing Draco spurred him onward.

Arriving at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Harry hesitated for a moment before summoning the courage to knock softly. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for a response.

To his relief, the door creaked open, revealing Draco standing in the doorway with a curious expression. "Potter? What are you doing here?"

Harry's heart raced as he struggled to find the right words. "I... I wanted to talk to you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Draco regarded him with a mixture of surprise and suspicion. "Now? It's past curfew, Potter. You shouldn't be here."

Harry felt a pang of guilt at Draco's admonishment, but he couldn't bring himself to turn back now. "I know, but... I needed to see you," he confessed, his voice tinged with desperation.

Draco's expression softened as he studied Harry's face, a flicker of concern in his eyes. "What's wrong, Harry? Why are you here?"

Harry hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the turmoil that churned within him. "I... I just needed to talk to someone," he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

Draco's gaze softened, and he stepped aside, gesturing for Harry to enter the common room. "Come on, then. Let's talk."

As they settled into the comfort of the Slytherin common room, Harry felt a sense of relief wash over him. Despite the late hour and the risk he had taken, he knew that he had made the right choice in seeking out Draco's company. And as they talked long into the night, Harry felt a bond forming between them, a connection that transcended the boundaries of house rivalry and brought them closer together than ever before.

As the hours stretched on, Professor McGonagall grew increasingly concerned about Harry's absence. She had entrusted him to her care, and the thought of him wandering the corridors of Hogwarts past curfew filled her with unease.

With a furrowed brow, McGonagall set out to search for Harry, her footsteps echoing through the empty corridors of Hogwarts. Her heart raced with worry as she combed through the castle, each passing moment only adding to her anxiety.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of searching, McGonagall found Harry standing outside the Slytherin common room, his expression filled with guilt as he met her gaze.

"Mr. Potter," McGonagall's voice was stern, her disappointment evident as she regarded him with a steely gaze. "What do you think you're doing out of bed at this hour?"

Harry's heart sank as he realized the gravity of his mistake. He knew he had disobeyed the rules, and the weight of McGonagall's disapproval bore down on him like a heavy burden.

"I... I'm sorry, Professor," Harry stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I needed to talk to someone."

McGonagall's expression softened slightly, but her disappointment remained evident as she regarded Harry with a stern gaze. "I understand, Mr. Potter, but that is no excuse for breaking curfew," she admonished him firmly. "You know the rules, and you chose to disobey them."

Harry hung his head in shame, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized the gravity of his mistake. "I'm sorry, Professor," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper.

McGonagall's gaze softened slightly, and she sighed softly, her disappointment evident as she regarded Harry with a mixture of concern and understanding. "I know you're going through a difficult time, Mr. Potter, but that is no excuse for breaking the rules," she said firmly. "You must learn to take responsibility for your actions and face the consequences."

With a heavy heart, McGonagall led Harry back to Snape's quarters, her disappointment evident as she delivered her verdict. "As punishment for your disobedience, Mr. Potter, you will spend the next week serving detention with Filch," she announced firmly. "Perhaps that will teach you the importance of following the rules."

Harry's heart sank at the prospect of serving detention, but he knew that he had brought it upon himself. With a heavy heart, he accepted McGonagall's punishment, vowing to learn from his mistakes and strive to do better in the future.