Year zero

Light filtered through the giant window of the ancient Hogwarts library. Dust hung thickly in the air as Madame Pince crept around the library running her black feather duster through spots she had failed to run it through throughout the year, for example tops of shelves, in between the books and the bookshelf, where small slivers of dust lay. Madame Pince didn't bother herself with unnecessary cleaning like this until the end of a term. It was repetitive (pulling books out, swiping off the dust, Pulling books out and swiping off the dust), it irritated her to no end to hear the unnecessary gabbling of the students as they complained about the excess amount of dust, and the nasty children often ended up sneezing and getting their filthy germs all over her precious books. No, she didn't like doing this until it was highly unlikely a child would walk in the library, or, as she often completed the task half way through the summer, completely impossible the children would enter her domain. It was the last day of school, and children were still about the castle, but it was not often a child would come into the library for more than a few reasons. They were preparing their things to leave, and at this point there wasn't enough time for the children to stop by to say goodbye to her or the books. That was just how Madame Pince liked it though. Peaceful, quiet, and alone with her-

Her thought process stopped all too suddenly, as she heard the Great doors squeaking open. Her arms stiffened and she felt irritation rise up inside of her. Her head poked around one of the shelves to see a young man stroll up to one of the tables. He sat down, and gently placed a leather bound book onto the table. His hands fiddled with the yellow book, which Madame Pince couldn't help but notice how terribly it had been abused. The spine was creased all along the side, and it looked as if the book was all together falling apart. She could see some of the pages sticking out in odd spots, indicating that they had fallen out and the boy had shoved them back into the book as not to loose the pages. If that was one of HER books so help that boy...

Just as she was about to prowl up to the boy and snatch the book away from the child and shoo him away, promising him punishment the next time she saw him, the door shuffled open a bit more and Madame Pince noticed another child walk through the doors. She looked to be the same age as the other boy, though noticeably shorter. She too was carrying a leather bound book in her hands. This one was red and was much better taken care of. Madame Pince refrained herself from interrupting the two children as the girl sat down too, sitting opposite of the boy. She set her book down, and then she finally got a good view of the cover, it was the Gryffindor crest.

It took only a moment for Madame Pince to put the pieces together, and it took so much more effort to refrain herself from snatching both books up and evaluating them. She resisted though, a new respect for the children there (Or at least for the assumed Gryffindor as she had managed to take good care of it during the years she possessed it). Yes, she realized, they probably deserved this time together, and who was Madame Pince to object to the magic of Hogwarts?

"So..." the Gryffindor girl said, brushing one of her long blonde locks of hair back from her face as a small blush crept to her face, "This is it."

The boys eyes narrowed slightly, "What would make you think that?"

"The notebooks can't leave this time." her voice tinged with sadness and regret.

"So what?" he said leaning over and grabbing her hand, "That doesn't mean it's over. These notebooks, they have only aided us. We can make it without them I'm sure." he said smiling at her fondly.

Her lips peaked downwards slightly as she leaned forward towards the boy, "I don't know. Not only will we be going out into the world without much knowledge of what to expect, but we also have no idea what to expect from each other-"

"Merlin Gorgia!" he said loudly, before lowering his voice to the point that Madame Pince had to strain her ears to hear him, "Just because the notebooks will be gone doesn't mean anything to me. You will always be Gorgia, and even though we fight sometimes it doesn't matter." he paused as if thinking over the words he wanted to say next, "Gorgia, you are brave when I'm to timid to say something-"

"You don't seem to timid now." she said, in an almost mocking way. Making his eyes narrow slightly.

"Sometimes I don't know what to say when we fight, and I end up not saying anything. That doesn't mean I'm mad at you, or no longer love you. It simply means I am too timid whilst you are brave. You speak what needs to be spoken, and I have full faith in our relationship when you do not. We are meant to be together, you are my best friend and the person I cherish most, and so what of the notebooks?" he growled, "Screw the notebooks. They can only get us so far, we have to take our relationship in our own hands."

Gorgia, the Gryffindor, began to smile at him, "You always know what to say to make me feel better." she leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek, and took every thing Madame Pince had not to yell at them for the public display of affection.

They both stood up now, leaving the notebooks, and began to talk to each other. Something that others would find adorable, but Madame Pince found rather disgusting as they walked away hand in hand out the door.

The last words she caught as they walked out the door was from the boy was, "I'm going to miss this place." he had said fondly, while the girl responded happily.

"It's been a good seven years hasn't it?"

Madame Pince slunk over to the table where the two had been sitting and eyed the notebooks for a moment. One was Yellow with the Hufflepuff crest, worn out and almost not visible on the hard back journal, and had name engraved on the top. Gregory Haftner. The other one, red with the Gryffindor crest on top of it, had a name engraved in it as well, Gorgia Jenkins. She watched the books, feeling a bit overwhelmed at what she was seeing.

Rumors had run around the staff about these two books for years, but no staff member (except, as the gossip inquired, Dumbledore) had ever laid eyes on it before this. The books were said to be used a tool made from one of the house founders for house unity. Many had tried to get a hold of the books, but when one thought they had found the books they would flit away, or somehow no longer have the magic in it that it once had before. It was a myth of the castle, and no one really believed in it. That was why it had not made it into any of the editions of Hogwarts: A History novels.

Not much was known about the two 'mythical' books, other than it was said they always ended up in the hands of those in different houses. What did the books do? No one was quite sure, and since no one had been able to find them no one could quite verify what they did. Most said that it was used to promote house unity, but others thought it might have been made by Salazar Slytherin to discourage house unity. After what Madame Pince had just seen, the books obviously encouraged house unity. There was no denying it.

Madame Pince looked at the books, thinking through all this, before she reached down to pick up the ratty one (the one that hadn't been taken care of by the Hufflepuff) and just as her fingers began to poke at the stray pages on the side of the book, the book lifted up and out of her hands. It made a loud sound, a slight whooshing sound, as light encircled it and it landed back down in her hands.

It no longer had the horrible binding, the pages sticking out had been beautifully drawn back in to create the image of a freshly bound book. The most shocking change of all was the fact that the cover had changed drastically, it was no longer the yellow, with the badger and name on the front. It was simply a dull brown color with nothing on the cover.

She stared at the book in awe, before flipping one of the pages open and realizing that it was all blank. The pages were like parchment that had never been written on before. She gaped at the book she held in her hands, and then turned as she watched the Gryffindor book imitate the act. Leaving her two identical, blank journals. For a moment she was tempted to scoop them up and take the to Trelawney, who she knew enjoyed a bit of gossip, when the books both made a popping sound, and there was no longer a thing in her hands. No book, and across from her, no book.

She stared wide-eyed and in amazement, wondering who would be the next to receive the two books.

A/n: I can't promise how fast the next chapter will be up, but it should be pretty soon. Hopefully before I go back to school (August 19th).
This story is going to be AU (I guess) where Draco receives a Notebook and Hermione receives it's counter part.
It's not a guaranteed romance, but I can assure you that there is definitely going to be some Awesome Draco moments in here.
I'm not 100% sure what direction the story is going yet.
If you have any questions about the notebooks ask, and if it's too confusing please tell me.
Thanks for reading. Any Review, favorite, or follow is appreciated, but the fact that you took time to read something I wrote makes me happy. Have a fantastic day! :)