A/N: Hi I'm back. Still not J.K. Rowling. If anybody cares, I updated all of my other fan fictions today.
When I got back to lunch, I was very visibly angry. I knew because everybody shifted away from me as I stormed past. Why the heck didn't anybody mention a library fire? In any book? Hogwarts: A History was published in 1970! It seems like it would be sort of important for people to know past events that have shaped Hogwarts. But all of the archives to be gone...
While I walking over to Harry and Blaise (We had made an unspoken agreement to sit at the Ravenclaw table every day. Like the Ravenclaws would care.), Draco Malfoy was catcalling to me, but I just ignored it. I didn't like Draco that much. He seemed to be very annoying and intent on getting everybody who disagreed with him expelled. I sat down at the table and groaned. Harry looked at me with one eyebrow raised. Blaise continued to eat his avocado and ham sandwich.
"Care to share?" Harry asked. I let out a big sigh and picked up an apple, biting into it.
"I was researching in the student records, but there was apparently a fire in the library in 1940 that caused the records from about the fifteen hundreds and before to be obliterated. I needed the archives!" I ranted. Blaise nodded sympathetically, and Harry whistled.
"What were you researching?" Blaise asked, after swallowing his food. I shook my head in frustration.
"Sortings over the past one thousand years," I said, taking another bite of the apple. Blaise seemed to understand why I was so mad now.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you didn't miss out on anything from the circle talk. It was mostly Draco being stupid and prejudiced. Professor Flitwick just asked us if we thought we were sorted correctly," Harry said, taking another bite of sandwich. I did have to admit, the premise sounded pretty dumb. I was actually thankful that I ended up not going.
"Also, Flying lessons are coming up. I'm pretty sure that we all have them together," Blaise said. Harry sighed, and I knew why he was frustrated. He didn't want to mess up in front of Draco Malfoy because Draco would exploit it, tease Harry about it constantly, but somehow get Harry in trouble.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, Harry, you can't be any worse than me," I said. Harry snorted on his pumpkin juice. I had told him about my great childhood broom escapade.
"How do you know that you'll be so bad?" Blaise asked, "Have you ever ridden a broom before." Harry and I shared a look and burst out laughing.
"Yeah, uh, when I was younger I tried to ride my older brother's broom, rose up about twenty feet, couldn't get down, panicked, fell off, and broke my leg, all in the course of a minute," I said, doing jazz hands to get my point across. Blaise swallowed his food, waited for a moment, and burst out laughing.
"That is so bad!" Blaise said after catching his breath. Once he calmed down, he straightened up and asked, "You never told me you had a brother. Did he go to Hogwarts?" I sighed. I didn't really like talking about my family. Sure, I had loved them, but I didn't like to be like Draco, citing my father constantly. I just never really felt the need to bring them up, nor my current situation.
"Yeah, he graduated two years ago and was in Hufflepuff. He has a wand shop in Diagon Alley," I said, hesitant to give anymore information. I did not want people completely invested in my life. Thankfully, Harry and Blaise did not pry anymore, and the talk turned to Potions. Apparently, Professor Snape was still being very unfair to Harry. A couple minutes later, I stood up.
"I'm going to head up to my room and listen to some muggle politics on NPR," I said, putting my bag over my shoulder. I began to walk away.
"I thought that radios didn't work at Hogwarts!" Blaise yelled after me.
"They don't," I said, glancing back at him, before stepping out of the Great Hall. I walked through the halls, intent on going back upstairs to study more documents, when I nearly ran into Professor Snape. I tried to mumble a polite hello and walk to my common room, but Professor Snape's drawl stopped me.
"Where are you going? Shouldn't you be outside on this lovely day?" the Potions Professor sneered. I pushed my ever slipping bag up onto my shoulder and looked him in the eye.
"I was just going to go to my common room and listen to NPR while reading my textbooks. The pollen count is high right now, and I don't want to be sick," I said innocently. The professor seemed to pale a shade or two (if that was even possible), but that could have just been the lighting.
"I will walk with you," Professor Snape said. I looked over my shoulder, and back at him.
"Is there anything dangerous going on that I should know about?" I asked suspiciously. I felt that I should be scared, or at least those were the vibes I was getting from the professor.
"There is nothing that concerns you," Professor Snape sneered. I gave him a look of annoyance and climbed the stairs leading to the hidden entrance, Professor Snape following close behind.
I entered the common room, but something felt off. The lights were on, but Auran could not touch the light switch. All of the drawers were open, but I could have sworn that I closed them. The emblem on the wall seemed to be tilted five degrees to the left. It sounds stupid, but I swear that I felt negative energy flowing around. I couldn't remember where I had felt that energy before, but I know that it was not a positive situation. I pulled out my wand, as did Professor Snape. He must have seen that something was off also.
"Somebody is here," I whispered.