I've Got You {Year One}

Third Floor

For the past two months, Harry and Draco have been wandering the halls every night under the cloak of invisibility. They were trying to see if they could follow Quirrell, listen in on his conversations with himself, but the boys only managed to catch glimpses of him here and there.

When that started to seem useless, they started to leave dinner early, before the rest of school and wait outside the teachers entrance for Quirrell. When he finally appeared, they followed him as slowly and quietly as possible, trying to get close enough to hear what he was saying to himself.

It seemed as if he had a whole other personality. Quirrell used a different voice when responding to himself, a gruff raspy voice. He'd often call himself Master. However, it always seemed like he knew he was being followed.

Anytime Harry and Draco would get too close, the fidgety professor would stop suddenly and face them. He wore the same cold and hateful expression as the day of the fire. Thankfully, they couldn't be seen, but his cold eyes were chilling.

Eventually, after the two boys thought they had Quirrell's schedule down, they began to hide behind a pillar and wait for him to pass.

This Friday night, Quirrell seemed to be taking his time back to his chambers. The Weasley twins made an appearance, though, hunched over a strange piece of parchment. Further down the corridor, the twins disappeared behind a statue.

"Well then," Draco scoffed, crossing his arms. "That's one hidden passage I won't have to look so hard for. Father told me there are many hidden all over the place."

"That's interesting. Once we get to the bottom of this thing with Quirrell, we should try finding some of them," Harry whispered, peeking around the pillar, still waiting for their professor.

"I wish we could go to Hogsmeade like the upperclassmen," Draco whined. "Honeydukes is calling my name."

"Shush, would you? You basically just had a whole chocolate cheesecake, with chocolate fudge, all to yourself," Harry scolded, Draco could hear the eye roll. "You will be just fine, I promise."

Just then, Quirrell hastily rounded the corner, muttering to himself as always. He sounded more urgent in his dialogue. He appeared to be angry and arguing with himself.

"—the third floor. Sssilence! I'll be ready soon, Master. Yesss. Dumbledore and that wretched beast," Quirrell growled, passing the alcove rather quickly. He turned the next corner and was gone.

"Wow. We just heard more in two seconds than we have in the past two months," Harry gushed after throwing up a silencing charm before taking the cloak off.

"The third floor? The third floor is off limits," Draco said, taking his head out from under the coat. He held up a finger before Harry could say anything. "But. He is a teacher. Do you think we should check it out?"

"Do you even have to ask," Harry teased, shoving Draco's head back under the cloak. He chuckled when he heard the blond scoff and nudged him with his elbow once he was back under the cloak.

They slowly made their way to the third floor, weaving through the upperclassmen who were making their way back from Hogsmeade. It took a few tries with the moving staircases, but the two boys finally made it to the third floor.

Pushing the door open a little, Harry peeked in and couldn't see a thing. The corridor was pitch black. Draco peeked over his shoulder and nudged him forward, he wanted to know why the corridor was off limits.

Slipping through the cracked door, the two Slytherin boys slowly closed it behind them. They took a few steps and jumped when a torch on the wall came to life. Looking around to make sure no one else was there, Draco led Harry off to the left.