As she walked down the dark hallway she felt a chill run down her spine.The halls of Hogwarts were so erie at night.She didin't even know why she was doing this,well she knew it just didn't make sense.It had all started yester day. As she walked down the halls to her next class she heard some of the professers talking."Why we must get rid of that book! We simply must! it holds important information-top secret!if a student were to find it they could learn spells of far too much power,get rid of it tommorow morning,not a soul shall see it's old worn pages!" "Why which book?" "spells for the wicked of course!" "i will rid the school of it tommorow." this easily sparked Hermiones curiosity,too easily. ' I must get my hands on that book- tonight!!!' she thought so she went on to her class planning how she would steal the book then return it the next day. And that was why she was here trying to get that book. She walked down the corridors her path lit by a candle stub.Soon she reached the old library, so many hours she had spent silently reading in this old room.As she opened the doors they gave a loud creak she quikly ran into the room and locked the doors hoping not a gohst had heard it loud noises.She walked down each path looking at the books one by one when she spotted the book, spells for the wicked, she grabbed the old book and blew the dust off the cover.It's title was printed in fading old letters. She quietly exited the library.As she walked along the dark halls, her palms sweating and the book shaking in her grip,she thought she saw a light following her.She approached carefully and held her candle up to the creature. Then to her horror she realized,there was no creature only a candle.