Harry ran as fast as his legs could take him to the library. He had a special hiding nook where he was pretty sure Ron and Hermione had no clue was there. Harry could have gone to the Room if Requirement, but that would take too much time.
Once he got there he was slowed down by Madame Pince, then librarian, who gave him a glare similar to his own aunt Petunia. Harry tried to suppress a shudder.
The little nook in the back was occupied though, when he got there, by a black haired Slytherin.
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"What are you doing in my spot?" Harry asked, no, demanded angrily. He was still fired up from his encounter with his friends, and he didn't know what was going on with his ears, so now there's a freaking Slytherin in his safe space? Nobody should have known about it, it's hidden! Well, kind of.
"Your spot? I don't see you name on it." Parkinson smirked at Harry.
"I claimed it."
"Nobody knows that." She sassed back.
"Well they should!" I almost yelled. We heard a 'shhh!' come from the minimal amount of students in the library in the morning.
"Then it wouldn't be a hidden spot, now, would it?" She is so sassy, Harry thought. But what she said was true. It wouldn't be a hidden spot if everybody in the school knew about it.
"True... Why are you sitting here?"
"I have a freedom to sit wherever I want to, do I not?"
Harry rephrased his question. "How did you find out about this spot?"
Parkinson smiled. "Ah, good job honey!" Harry felt his blood start to boil at being called 'honey' but he did not mind the praise. "Me and Draco stalked you! And we found that this is your favorite spot to go when overwhelmed."
Huh?
Tbc...
(I have a little writers block AAAAAA)
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Cloudy Vision
FanfictionHarry Potter has lived in the cupboard under the stairs for his whole entire life. That is, until Hogwarts. But what if the cupboard under the stairs had long-lasting, permanent damage on Harry, that even magic can't fix?
