In a magical school that normal people never knew existed paced a young man of no more than thirteen years old. This young man had messy black hair, bright green eyes, glasses and a famous scar. His name was Harry Potter.
Now it was normal for Harry to pace whenever he was upset. For reasons that the portraits knew very well, he had been ranting for a quite some time now. He hated his elective he had chosen. Divination had no place for him and he was sure that stupid witch who was teaching it was even worse.
Now he could understand why Hermione left it. He had asked her about it and she had said that she would rather spend her time on runes. When he questioned her about runes she had asked him if he ever read Lord of the Rings. When he said no she had told him that she would let him barrow the books, if Hedwig could get them.
Harry had thoroughly enjoyed reading them and let Hermione know so. He had gotten so engrossed in The Two Towers that he had stayed up all night once reading it. He only wished that he could create items of that power. Mind you he loved his invisibility cloak, but if it snags on something you could get caught very easily. A ring would be so cool. Gryffindor sword wile really cool didn't do much when he had fought the rightly named king of snakes. One that controlled fire or the dead would be so much better.
With this in mind he asked the one person he knew with all the answers, Hermione.