Harry was angry. He, Ron and Hermione refused to talk to each other after their horrible argument between the three of them. Angrily, he stood up from his bed, which released a small 'squeak' as he released his weight from it, and he proceeded to kick at the floorboards in frustration. "Why don't they understand? It's for their own good!"He proceeded to grumble at himself, while not holding up on his merciless assault of the floorboards.

Noting the scratched lacquer on the floorboards, he slowly knelt down to look at the scratches caused by his shoe. Smoothing it over with his finger, he heard a creak come from the floor. He quickly stood up and looked around, swiveling his head back and forth. Sighing, he sat down on the floor. The floorboard continued its harsh squeaking with abandon.

"That is IT!" he screamed inside his mind. Deftly taking out his wand, he shouted "REDUCTO!" with all his might. As the red colored hex came out from his wand, he noted out of the corner that an ashen faced Ron came shuffling up the stairwell.

The floorboard exploded in a mess of shattered wood, nails, a yell from Harry, and a strained expression from Ron. Not bothering to even look at him, he stared at the hole in the ground for a good half minute. Finally regaining his senses, he stood up from his seat on his bed. Ron stood, ashen-faced, and swallowed before speaking.

"Listen mate, you probably know why I'm here."

"Yeah."

"It was really wrong of me to try to convince you-"

"Mate, I should be the one apologizing. I was being a berk and we both know it. Apology accepted?"

"Course." Ron grinned, but then looked down at the hole in the floor. Wordlessly, he peered into the dark, circular hole.

"Mate?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"Take a look, here, help me get this out."

Harry and Ron both knelt down on opposite sides of the hole. Harry immediately saw what Ron was talking about. The small edge of a blue, tattered book stuck out from the burned edges of his rage. Gently, he tugged the book free. It was covered in sawdust. A wordless wave of his wand cleaned the mottled, empty cover of the book. They sat down on the bed, and opened to the first page. In incredibly detailed calligraphy, there were five words scrawled across in large print, followed by several smaller signatures below it.

"The Power of Merlin, by Myrddin Emrys, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin" Harry read out loud.

"Blimey mate, is this real?" Ron wondered.

Harry turned to the next page, which consisted of a neatly printed Table of Contents.

Advanced Charms

Advanced Hexes and Jinxes

Advanced Transfiguration

Miscellaneous Spells, and Enchantments

Curse Breaking

Ward Creation and Breaking

Rituals

Animagus Transformations

Druid Magic

Gryffindor

Hufflepuff

Ravenclaw

Slytherin

Illegal and Dark Magics

Harry was intrigued, so he began by flipping to the corresponding page of Gryffindor. When he flipped the page, it was blank, except for a small page number scribbled into the bottom corner. Puzzled, he took out his wand and tapped it on the paper. It started glowing red, and then faded. Words began to write themselves onto the page.

"It's blank?" lamented Ron.

"What are you talking about, I can see the words clearly right on the page?" said Harry.

"Harry, you must be seeing things. Are your glasses strong enough?" Ron look at Harry quizzically.