Disclaimer: One girl out of four says reading is her hobby. How many girls like reading out of the total amount of girls? ¼. How much I own of this story. ¼. Sad, ain't it? (Ain't? Really, I come up with the weirdest things.)

Chapter 9

The Room of Requirement

James didn't know where to go. He only knew he couldn't go to his next class. No way. He raced down the corridors trying to outrun his problems. He ran and ran and ran and until he was completely out of breath and then onwards. He panted past the stitch in his side. He gasped past the feeling in his heart, depserately trying to rid himself of the guilt. At last, he skidded to a stop, unable to go on.

He slumped against the wall and breathed deeply, clawing the air back in his lungs. Finally, he stood up and began to pace, thinking of what he had to do. He felt terrible now. He wanted to say sorry to Lily but how? Did she hate him now? He thought back to the public break-up. The haunting, dead look in her eyes. The horrible things he had said. He winced. She must hate him.

"UGH!" he yelled and lashed out at the wall. All he needed was a place to be alone, to think. His foot throbbed where he had kicked the wall. But the physical pain was better than the weight of thinking.

All of a sudden as if the wall had heard his thoughts and answered the call, a door began to appear. It grew larger and larger until it was high above his head. He pulled the metal door handle open and to his astonishment saw a room, filled with everything he might need- books, comfy armchairs, a fireplace, and best of all- a set of quills and a blank notebook.

Awed, he raced to the chair nearest the fireplace and settled into it with the quills and notebook. The fireplace crackled to life as he wrote. His thoughts became organized when put on paper and he could feel the pressure lifting as he wrote.

At last he finished and looked at the notebook. He read over what he had written. Then, he tore the pages he had used out of the book, stuffed them in his pocket, and raced to the door. On his way out, he paused, looked around the room in awe, said a quick thank you to the room for helping him in his time of need, and then pulled open the heavy door.

All too soon he was standing in front of Gryffindor Tower.