'tis wisdom to say that logic defines Insanity,
but when the two combine,
you may find,
that your logic is slightly faulty,
"Mr. Potter." Came Madam Pince's voice. Harry Potter raised his head with a jolt, his blured vision skewing the figure who had interupted his nap. The light from her lamp making it even more difficult to see anything. He groped around for his glasses, before the voice of Madam Pince burrowed into his drowzy brain again. "Mr. Potter." Her voice a little louder now. Harry put his had up to block the light.
"Yeah, what? what?" He said waving at her to move the lamp out of his face. She pulled it away and set it down, putting her hands on her hips.
"My library is not a dormitory." she said in irritation. "If you want to sleep I suggest that you walk yourself to Gryffindor tower." Harry slipped his glasses on, blinking at the vulture-like librarian. His eyes adjusted too slowly for Madam Pince's liking and she harped at him once more. This time with more vigor. "Up and out Mr. Potter! It is past library hours. Out!" Harry moved hastily out of his chair stumbling slightly as his leg had not woken up with the rest of his body.
"Alright, alright." He said magicing all his things into his shoulder bag and moving quickly to the door. He scuttled out of the library with the occasional poke and prod from the Librarian's wand. As soon a he was on the other side of the door it closed with a snap. "Sheesh." Harry said to himself rubbing the back of his neck, walking along the corridor as he did so. The halls were dark, as was usual at midnight and being one with bad sight anyway he lit his wand with a whisper of. "Lumos." He then opened his bag and pulled out the book he had fallen asleep on. It was a small white book with the picture of a girl in a funny dress and apron standing next to a tree. In the tree was a cat, or what appeared to be a cat it was hard to tell since it's body was completely gone except for it's face. This book was a Muggle book and was required reading in the Muggle studies class, well he had had other options but he chose this one. It was an odd book, the man who wrote it seemed like he had been drinking way too much fire whiskey and became a test rat for the Weasley twins. He laughed, that sounded like something they would do. Kiddnap some poor drunk bloke and do tests on him with their new products until he passed out or they decied they were done. Harry was pulled out of his trance by a portait that was complaining about the light.
"Oi, I'm sleepin'! Would you put that out?" Harry looked up.
"Oh yeah..." He said "...sorry." and turned his wanded away from the wall. He relised at that point that he didn't know where he was, the man in the painting didn't look familiar. he rumadged in his bag again and pulled out the Marauder's map. "I solomley sware that I am up to no good." The map morphed out of it's blank state and into a very useful rendered map of the school grounds. He found that he was actually in the dungeons and how he had ended up here was a mystery in it's own right. "How the blazes..." He went silent mid sentence because he heard a noise from around the corner. He looked down at the map to find Snape's name walking down the hall. "Oh brillant." He said delumonating his wand and croutching in a corner, hoping to avoid detention.