I didn't expect this to have so much attention! I thought I might get a few people reading it and if I was lucky one or two follows never this. So I dedicate this to the people who has favourite and followed my story!

And a special thank you to Jane, because without their challenge I probably would never have written this!

Don't let the Vashta Nerada get you!

- Chapter Two The Room Of Requirements

Harry's mind felt like it went through Aunt Petunia's blender. He didn't know what to make of the accusations why his friends didn't believe him. Were they his friends? That question went through his mind every time he thought of them.

"I want to be me… I don't want to be the boy-who-lived… I want to be the best me that I can and just rub it in their faces!" Harry muttered practically pacing the corridor before kicking a door.

"There isn't a door here…" Harry whispers bewildered. "Barnabas why didn't you tell me there was a door here."

Harry knew that there wasn't a door there when he walked in, not that he paid much attention to his surroundings he just wanted to clear his mind. Still he wanted to know what was behind the door, why it just appeared out of nothing.

"I love magic," said Harry bewildered, as he entered the room.

Harry's brain still felt like mush. After finding the mysterious room on the 7th floor he decided to find out what the room was. All the books and well everything it showed him that he wasn't trying, he was still living like when he was younger and bullied to not do well in school by his aunt and uncle.

So that very morning he went to find Dobby in the kitchens. The small elf was so happy to see Harry that Harry was almost not able to ask the little elf what that room was. Dobby so eager to please he was jumping in joy at thought of serving even for a small moment for the great Harry Potter.

"Dobby… can you… do me a favour?" Harry said slowly.

"Name it, Harry Potter, sir!"

"I found a room on the seventh floor across from Barnabas the Barmy can you tell me about it?"

Harry expected the elf not to know anything, he doubted even the Marauders knew of the place he has never seen anything like it on the Map.

"Dobby knows of the place, sir!" The little elf said almost jumping with joy. "The other elves tell of it when dobby first came to Hogwarts, sir. We know of it as the Come and Go Room, sir, or else as the Room of Requirements!"

"Why?"

"Well Dobby hears that only a person can enter," said Dobby seriously, "when they have real need of it. Sometimes it is there, and sometimes it is not, but when it appears, it is always equipped for the seeker's needs. Not many people know of it, they often never finds it again, for they do not know that it is always there waiting to be called into service, sir."

Thanking Dobby profusely after he told him how to enter the room, Harry went to find Professor McGonagall. The Room taught him many things in the short few hours that he was there.

When Harry entered the room he felt like he entered a muggle fairy tale much like when he first saw Hogwarts. There was a few things floating around him he didn't even know the name too and a huge book case. On the far side of the room looked to be a duelling stage with dummies lined up beside it.

However what caught his attention was a book on a small table. Usually Harry wasn't attracted by books, that was more Hermione's thing but the room seemed to make it the centre point. Maybe it was the lighting or the fact it was the only thing in the middle of the room or a combination, but the book wanted to be read.

The book itself wasn't special, just an ordinary book that you find in the library. But the title caught him slightly off guard.

What every muggle born needs to know about the wizarding world by Lily Evans

It was a book written by his mother, but by the look of it, it never got out. Never actually published. He would have known about it if it was, someone would have mentioned that his mother had written something so controversial, Hermione would have raved on and on about it.

Skimming through the book there were chapter on jobs at the ministry, wizarding hierarchy, house elves and many more. His mother had to have an inside man for some of the information. She probably started writing this when she first got to Hogwarts!

This only cemented the idea that he needed to visit McGonagall before classes started. Harry knew that the only way to get McGonagall to do what he wanted was to play the tournament card. But it was his only chance.

That's how Professor McGonagall found him. Nerves and slightly worried.

"Mr. Potter, what may I ask is it you need, you being here so early in the morning?"

"Sorry Professor, but I was hoping I could ask a favour… you see with the Tournament I really don't want to have Professor Trelawney predicting my death every class and was wondering if I could switch into another class, I-"

"Slow down Mr. Potter… So you no longer want to take Divination is that correct?"

"Yes Professor."

"You do realize that you will be two months behind in any class you wish to attend… and depending on which class you want to take it may change your schedule completely?" McGonagall said eyes looking pointedly at Harry who looked at his shoes.

"Yes ma'am."

"What class were you thinking of joining Mr. Potter?"

"Third year: Ancient Runes."

"Speak with Professor Babbling; she will be in her office next to the Ancient Runes Class… I believe you know where that is?" Harry nodded. "When you get an answer please come see me before lunch so we can discuss your schedule."

Six flights of stairs and rounding two corners later, Harry was met with the Room Of Runes, the Ancient Runes Classroom, and beside it Professor Babbling's office.

Harry didn't know what to say, the door was wide open and scattered around the room was parchment upon parchment, most not even in English, most had different assortment of runes and other languages. This worried Harry slightly, he was pants at French.

Rolled around facing a huge window was a black haired witch scribbling furiously. What she was sitting on surprised him however, as it was the same kind of computer chair his cousin Dudley owned back in Surrey.

"Hello, Professor Babbling?" Harry called.

"Yes, yes, one moment dear, this student just has horrible penmanship it's like I'm reading mandarin. Come on in have a seat." A shuffle of paper and Babbling turned around reading glasses perched at the end of her nose, only to be quickly removed. "Oh, Mr. Harry Potter, nice to meet you, now what are you here for, McGonagall send you in her stead? Sounds like her..." She mumbled the last part as she started to re-arrange her desk.

"Well no, kind of… I wanted to switch classes and she told me to speak to you."

"You want to switch to, Study of Ancient Runes?" Harry nodded, he felt like he's been doing that a lot lately. "You know you won't be able to get into the fourth year class."

Yet again Harry nodded. "How about this, I have a third year class after lunch and if you pass a test at the end of the month you will be an official Ancient Runes student?"

"That sound brilliant, I have to speak to Professor McGonagall before lunch so see you in class?"

"Oh and Mr. Potter if you really want to pass, at your next Hogsmead weekend I suggest you buy these books," she said writing down two messages.

"But till then give that note," She motions to the one with what seemed to be a scribbled happy face. "To Madam Pince, it will give you first pick when and if the books are available."

"Thank you Professor." Harry said walking out of the class bewildered. From all his talks with Hermione and her stories about Professor Babbling, he wasn't expecting her to be so upbeat. She was in a muggle computer chair for merlin's sake!

To say Professor McGonagall was surprised was an understatement; she seemed shocked that Babbling even let Harry in for a trial period. However Harry was going to make the best of the class, with new determination he knew that he would make it. He was going to change everyone's minds he was going to do what his mother could not.