Seconds later, she heard footsteps running past. “Lumos.” She whispered quietly. As light lit up the room, she saw shelves upon shelved of books. Absently, she placed moved her hand to the back of her head where it had hit the wall. Pulling her fingers away, she groaned as she recognized the sticky substance on her hand as blood. The books around her pulled her attention away from her injury as she examined the titles. Everything from Quidditch to muggle fairy tales lined the shelves.

Excerpt: "I mustn’t use names – that would be too dangerous in the times about us. But I have some news that could be very good to our own personal cause. I suppose you remember the plans. I found the key component to get into the place. Surprised? I was for sure. "