Hidden In The Shadows Part 1- Harry Potter Story

A Hidden Friend

Estella dropped her quill in exasperation before running across the dormitory to grab her book on werewolves. She ran her finger over a few paragraphs, murmuring the words under her breath before looking up and staring at the essay Snape had assigned. Now it was obvious. Lupin was a werewolf.

The girl shook her head before tossing the book on her four poster bed and burying her head in her hands. She had seen his name under the werewolf records her parents had smuggled home, but she hadn't quite believed it, Lupin seemed too passive. It all made sense now, how he was always sick during full moons and looked deathly ill, his Boggart, which she now realized was a moon, everything. She let out a groan of frustration. It had already been a stressful week for her after the match of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The conditions had been horrid and Harry had almost caught the snitch when Dementors stormed the field and almost sent him crashing to his death. Estella had been going crazy with worry.

"Just go visit him already!" Estella jumped as Tracy burst in, the brunette rolling her eyes at her sullen friend.

"You know I can't just barge into the Hospital Wing and.."

"He was let out," Tracy urged. The brunette tossed the book on Estella's bed to the floor, ignoring her friend's protest. "Honestly, I never figured out why you had such a thing for Scarhead but.."

"I did NOT fancy Harry," Estella insisted hotly. "And since when did you use Draco's nicknames?"

Tracy shrugged. "They're catchy." She glanced at Estella's essay and rolled her eyes "You're such a show off. Anyways," she continued before Estella could argue. "Potter doesn't go to Hogsmeade, you could just happen to stay behind next trip and check on him," the brunette winked.

Estella widened her eyes. "I never noticed he didn't go."

Tracy gave a snort. "You sure are stuck in your head sometimes. Just the other day Malfoy was gloating about how Potter didn't get to leave and all."

Estella smiled slightly at her friend as she smoothed the covers on her bed. "Thanks, Trace."

The brunette looked at her friend carefully. "You're not going to see him are you?"

"Tracy," Estella sighed before folding up her essay, Lupin still on her mind. "My parents.."

"Are blood purists like the rest of ours, so you've said," Tracy glared at her. "Quit moping, you're not the only one. I'm just saying, what they don't know won't hurt them. Just don't let Potter drag you into his heroics again," the brunette leaped from the bed and turned to leave. "If you don't take my advice, I'm going to lock you in Snape's office. I'm tired of you pining."

Estella gave a huge sigh but smiled slightly. She didn't have much choice.

Estella wandered around the empty castle corridors, most of Hogwarts was in Hogsmeade for the day, but she had a mission in mind. Suddenly the girl heard voices and she paused outside a stairway.

"Nicked it from Filch's office third year," George's voice echoed and Estella pressed herself against the wall. She stiffened as Harry's voice replied.

"So it shows ANYONE in Hogwarts?"

"Every second."

"Of every minute."

"Of every day." The Weasley twins chorused together.

"You already heard how to open the map," Fred continued.

"And this is the real important bit," George's voice added. "To wipe it so no one can read it, make sure to say "mischief managed.""

"Wow," Harry sounded as if he was still absorbing the information.