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It was precisely 4:12... not that he'd been keeping track. He was standing outside Slug and Jiggers, wondering if Potter would be late - not that he cared if he were. It had been a long few weeks at the Manor; he'd been mixing Mother sleeping draughts nearly every night. He was almost as tired as she was, and still no word of his father. Though Auntie Bella had been so kind to drop by.

He was loathe to admit today would be a welcome reprieve.

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Harry was going to be late. It had taken him exactly fifteen minutes from when it was four o'clock for him to excuse himself so he could meet Draco. Ron had insisted that Harry stay to listen to his recount of this afternoon's Quidditch game (it didn't matter that Harry had been present during said game and had witnessed Ron's brilliant move against the Weasley twins), and then Hermione (yes, good ol' Hermione) had brought up the fact that Ginny would only be arriving at five o'clock to meet with Harry at the Quidditch store, so why exactly did he need to be in such a hurry for?

Questions, questions and even more questions. And then finally a lie.

He needed to get himself a pair of new... socks. And it couldn't wait. And he'd bolted.

4:21...

Rushing out the backdoor of Eeylops Owl Emporium; having taken a quick shortcut, Harry brushed feathers off his shirt and hurried towards Slug and Jiggers. Hardly anyone from Hogwarts ever bothered to shop in the store unless it was the week before school started so it was the perfect place to meet up.

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The wall shuddered with a resounding crack and Harry took a step backwards, almost colliding into Draco before he swung his arm out, wand pointed in the direction of the wall. He held his other arm out in front of the Slytherin in a sort of protective gesture.

"I think we should go."

Something was growing out of the surface of the wall. He was sure of it. "Malfoy, turn around," Harry ordered, unable to shake the feeling that they were in danger. "Run!" he yelled, turning and grabbing Draco by the arm.