Hogwarts Express
Chapter Eleven
Track Change
Track Beta
Snape looked up sharply from his grading when his multiple dark spell locked door
slammed open. In a moment, he was on his feet, wand in hand, expecting Death Eaters,
Voldemort, the Ministry, someone coming with death and likely pain.
What he was not expecting was Draco Malfoy to race in like there were Hell Hounds on
his heels.
Well, there were no Hell Hounds, but something was on his heels.
Harry Potter.
Harry, who dashed in after Draco, then slammed the door behind him, leaning back
against it, eyes wide, and breathing very heavily.
“What exactly is the meaning of this?” Snape demanded, voice low, and smooth. Anyone
who knew the Potions Master well - and Draco Malfoy did - knew that this was the most
dangerous his voice could be. This was the voice Snape reserved for detentions for Longbottom,
his former classmate James Potter, and those about to face immediate death by potion.
“Professor Snape, sir,” Draco panted, bracing himself up on the front of Snape’s desk.
“There’s... there’s someone in the school.”
Snape closed his eyes, and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Malfoy, this is
a school. With students. And teachers. And ghosts. Of course there’s someone in the school.”
Harry spoke up then. “Snape... sir... there’s another Malfoy.”
Snape frowned. “What do you mean?”
“We were talking,” Draco took up the story. Seeing Snape’s incredulous expression,
Draco explained. “We’ve been trying to figure something out for the last couple weeks. So we
were talking, and suddenly, there’s... there’s another me. Just standing there, arms crossed,
looking at us. Laughing at us.”
“Do you think it might be someone with Polyjuice?” Harry panted. “Because that’s all I
could think of.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if that was all you could think of, Potter,” Snape said dryly, then
slowly lowered himself back into his chair. “Have a seat boys.
“I think we need to talk.”