Hermione granger sat in her usual curled up in the Hogwarts library. She was engulfed in a large book about different witches and wizards throughout the wizarding histories. She hadn't been really paying attention to the time, wrapped in her books and pieces of parchment; she hadn't realised that it was almost half past ten. She glanced at her watch, which she had only recently been given to her by her parents for her sixteenth birthday. Hermione yawned at the lateness of the hour. She decided that she was going to have to take the long walk to the Gryffindor common room sooner rather than later, so with a long sigh she piled up her rather large collection of notes, lit her wand and wandered back down the dark, quiet hallways.

When Hermione did finally get back to the tall archway sized portrait the lady that inhabited it was fast asleep and snoring contentedly. This is why Hermione hated coming back this late, at about half past nine the fat lady would always fall into a deep sleep that she always felt guilty about waking. Hermione took a deep breath and gently tapped on the frame; the portrait woke with a jolt and looked around for angrily. However when she saw Hermione she simply muttered something under her breath and yawned, stretching her arms so that they disappeared out of the sides of her painting.

"Password?" the painting moaned at her. As Hermione said the secret word the painting muttered something else about 'never waking up portraits' and quickly swung open the door. After apologising and thanking the portrait Hermione rushed inside and quickly left the Fat lady to sleep again.

The Gryffindor common room was quite a dark room apart from the golden glow from the fire. It was furnished with large rustic armchairs and low wooden tables and opposite her was the spiralled stone staircase that lead to the dormitories and where everyone else would 'hopefully' be sleeping.

On the other end of the universe, in the golden realm Asgaurd, Loki yawned at the clock on the dark mantelpiece, leaned back in his chair and yawned again. He was trying to get his way through a book about general yotemheimian mythology. Although it was interesting, sleep had other ideas of what Loki should be doing. So with a sigh, Loki slammed the book shut and made his way through the dark corridors. He was going to go out onto the kings' balcony for Loki loved the stars. The distance of them. He wanted to travel to every single one and just look, quietly.

But on hearing his brothers booming voice and thought better of it. Loki really wasn't in the mood for Thor's company; he was too tired for that. Loki was sure that one day he would travel to the places in his books; yotenhime, midguard, balahime, just to look. So Loki turned round and headed in the opposite direction away from Thor's laughter.

Loki's chamber was a dark green hall draped in green and gold. He had tall wooden tables that were covered in intricately covered books. He had placed in the middle of the desk, a golden helmet with two curved horns on the top. Everything in his chambers looked as if it was in his perfect place when he looked to the side noticing a pulled out chair.

"The servants aren't coming in here anymore if they're going to move everything." Loki muttered to himself. When he turned on his heals looking straight into the darkness of the corner of the room. He glared into the corner as if there was someone stood right in front of him.

"Well maybe if you learnt to make your own bed." The voice came from the corner of the room right where Loki was glaring. As soon as he heard the voice Loki's face softened and his mouth turned into a large grin. Something seemed to grow in the dark, seemed to warp its way out of the black and come together in a glow of golden light. Loki's beloved mother walked out of the corner and smiled with him.