Sorry, sorry, sorry my people! I had no idea that time had flown by so fast on me. It has been approximately 4 or 5 weeks since I last updated! All this time I thought it was four days! Wow I'm stupid. I'd like to thank all my reviewers! Here's chapter 10. Woot, woot!

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Finding the Room of Requirements

The sound of birds twittering and jabbering away in the weak morning sunlight could be heard through the window of the Slytherin Girls' Dorm…and Sophie Florence didn't like it.

Reluctantly, she pulled the covers off from her head, exposing her light brown hair and her eyes, and looked up at the window. Judging by the way the sky was a light gray-blue color; she deduced that it was five in the morning…on a Sunday.

Brilliant, she thought. My one-day where I get to sleep in, and pesky birds wake me up.

She tried in vain to go back to sleep, however seeing as how she was already awake, there was no point. So quite reluctantly, Sophie climbed out of bed, grabbed her towel and clothes, and headed for the showers.

Dressed in black jeans, sneakers, and a sweater, Sophie navigated her way through the castle to the Owlery with the help of the occupants in the pictures. She was going to deliver the letter she had written the night before.

They were extremely helpful and she was very grateful that Hogwarts had such a "unique" art collection. (Although she did make the mistake of asking Sir Cadogan where the Owlery is and he wasn't much help.)

At the Owlery she found a variety of owls all nestled in their little niches in the tower. There were many, but not the one she was looking for. She wanted her own owl. She wanted Henry.

"Henry!" she called. She hoped he wasn't out hunting; it was his favorite thing to do. Luckily he wasn't and he swooped down to her and stuck out his scaly leg ready to deliver her letter.

"Give this to Mother, she's bound to give it to Uncle," she told him as she tied the letter to his leg. With Henry on her forearm, Sophie walked up to one of the glass-less windows and released him.

She watched him soar through the air until he became nothing but a dot on the horizon. Then she looked at the scenery in front of her. It was a breathtaking view.

The Black Lake was shimmering below her with sunlight dancing on its surface, while the green grasses of the hills seemed to touch the sky and surround the lake entirely. She loved it.

After about fifteen quiet and glorious minutes, she heard movement behind her and turned sharply. The latter gasped and also turned to face her. It was a girl.

"Hello," she said.

"Hi," replied Sophie. The girl was pretty, and had long fiery red hair. She reminded Sophie of Ron's sister. The girl offered her hand for a handshake and the two of them shook.

"I'm Ginny," she said.

"Sophie," replied the half-vampire.

"You're in Slytherin aren't you?" asked Ginny. "Yes," said Sophie. She watched as her owl came down from its perch and took her rather large package and flew out of the Owlery. Then she turned to look at her.

"I've seen you walking with Harry Potter around the castle sometimes," she said. Sophie remained silent wondering why she was telling her this. "Are you friends with him?" continued Ginny.

"Yes," said Sophie, "why do you ask?" The redhead shrugged. "Just asking," she said. Then she gave Sophie a critical glare. Sophie's eyes widened in shock.

"You don't have feelings for him do you?" asked Ginny "No," said Sophie, shocked. "We're just friends. Why, did you two go out or something?" Ginny stared at her. "He hasn't mentioned me to you? He hasn't said anything about me at all?" she asked her.

Sophie shook her head. Ginny inhaled a breath of air through her nose. "When I get my hands on him he is going to be in so much trouble!" she exclaimed.

Whoa! Mood swing! Thought Sophie.

"I'm his girlfriend," said Ginny. "Ginny Weasley. Ron's sister. Maybe you've heard of him?"

"So that's why you look so familiar! I knew I recognized the hair," exclaimed Sophie. "Yeah, I've heard of Ron. I'm friends with him and Hermione."

"And neither of them mentioned me?" asked Ginny again. Sophie shook her head for the second time. Ginny let out an angry sigh. "They are so dead!" she said. "How dare they not mention me to you! It's like they don't want you to know who I am! Oh, they are so going to hear it from me!"

Then she stamped out of the Owlery but turned to face Sophie before going out the door. "It was nice meeting you, Sophie," she said then she left. Sophie heard muttering to herself angrily down the stairs.

"Well that's one way to start the day," said Sophie. "Get your friends' girlfriend angry at the world." Then she too left the Owlery and went downstairs.

It wasn't exactly time for breakfast yet, considering that it was still very early so instead of heading back to the Slytherin Dorm, Sophie wandered around the castle looking for something to interest her.

She was wandering towards the dungeons when she realized that she had a job to do.

"The Room of Requirements!" she whispered to herself. She turned sharply and had taken only one rushed step to her new destination when she realized that she had no idea where the stupid room was in the first place. She sighed.

Don't be so rash, she thought.

"Okay," she said firmly to herself. "The first thing I need is help. Where can I go to get help?" She stood in silence for a minute thinking. Since she was the only one awake and out of bed in the whole castle, the silence became oppressing.

"The library!" she said after about a minute. She was now filled with excitement about finally finding Room of Requirements, but after about two seconds, the excitement waned.

She laughed bitterly. "I just realized I have no idea where the library is either," she said.

"I can help you dear-y," said an oily voice from above her. Sophie jumped and looked up. She nearly screamed.

High above her floated a small little man with a wicked smile plastered on his pointy face. His eyes gleamed with wickedness as he floated towards her.

"Who are you?" asked Sophie, panic-stricken.

"That's for me and only me to know," said the man and bowed. His eyes never left Sophie's face and they clearly showed a flicker of mischief.

"You can help me find the library?" asked Sophie. She was feeling a bit suspicious of this man. He looked to her like the type of person that couldn't be trusted. To her he was like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Mmm-hmm," said Peeves nodding. "I can take you anywhere in this castle." He smiled wickedly.

Sophie hesitated. She really thought that he couldn't be trusted…but then again she needed to find the library. "How do I know I can trust you?" she asked him.

"You can't," said another voice from behind Sophie. She turned and nearly had a heart attack. There, in all its semi-transparent-ness stood a ghost floating inches above the ground. He was fat, but not extremely and was wearing a fourteenth-century friar's uniform.

"You can't trust Peeves, my dear," he said, gliding up to Sophie. "I knew it," she said, glaring at the tiny man. "His eyes gave him away."

Peeves glared right back at the pair of them. "Tell me Peeves," said the ghost. "If this young lady had followed you, what would you have done?"

"I would have left her on the third floor, to be eaten by the three-headed dog," he said. Sophie paled and turned to the ghost.

"There's a three-headed dog in this castle?" she asked him with molten fear in her eyes. The friar smiled. "Yes," he said. "His name's Fluffy and he's quite the sweetheart."

"Oh my God," she whispered.

"Peeves, get out of here and don't let me catch you bothering this young lady again," said the friar. "Stick it up your ass fat-so," said Peeves and zoomed away cackling madly.

"Peeves, don't make me get the Bloody Baron after you!" shouted the friar. "Peeves!" He sighed. "There's no getting through to him." Then he turned to Sophie. "You see, only the Bloody Baron can make Peeves actually do something," he explained.

"I see," she said, nodding. "He's kind of creepy, if you don't mind me saying."

"Of course not. He creeps everyone out and gives the teachers and Mr. Filch…uh, that place down there that's all fiery and bad people go there when they die."

"You mean 'hell'?"

"Mm-hm"

Sophie couldn't help but laugh. "And what may I ask is so funny?" said the friar.

"Why can't you just say 'hell'?" she asked him, suppressing giggles.

"Well," he said, "I am a friar and therefore a man of God so…" he trailed off.

"Yeah, okay, I understand," said Sophie. She decided to change the subject back to the library. "So, I guess since you're a man of God…I can trust you to take me to the library?"

"Of course. This way," he said and floated up the stairs with Sophie beside him.

"Here you are my dear, the library," he said once they had reached their destination. "Thank you so much, sir," said Sophie and she went in.

"No problem," said the ghost and he glided away.

Thankful to finally be in the library, Sophie began looking around the place. It was a huge library! Thousands upon thousands of books littered the shelves and tables. How was she going to find the one she wanted?

"The librarian, stupid," she scolded herself and after looking at the books for another minute, she went in search for the librarian.

She wandered around shelves until she found the front desk and was glad to see that the librarian was at it. She was a skinny woman, with white-gray hair and the face of a vulture. She looked like the kind of person that will protect these books like they were her children.

Sophie was beginning to feel hesitant.

This woman does not look friendly, she thought and although she knew that it was pointless, she decided to find what she was looking for on her own.

She searched and searched and finally came across and isle of books that everything to do with Hogwarts. Relieved, she started taking books out at random and when she thought she had enough, went to go find a table.

She found an empty one not far from the entrance of the library; maybe only ten feet away or something. Grateful for that because her arms were starting to hurt from the pain of carrying a mountain of books, she dumped the armful she had and sat down and started sifting through them.

"Hey, Sophie," said a voice in front of her after an hour. She looked up from the book she nearly had her face plowed into because the print was so small. After her eyes adjusted and she could see clearly, she smiled at the boy in front of her who was wearing just a plain white t-shirt and jeans with trainers.

"Hi, Harry," she said. "Sit down, I'll move these books out of the way."

"I'll help," he said and the pair of them started clearing the table of the books. Sophie still had the one she was reading on front of her when they were done.

"Why do you have all these books?" he asked her. She smiled wryly. "I guess you could say I'm doing research," she said.

"Research?" Harry repeated. "About what?"

"This school and if it has any weird secret passageways—which I know it does."

Harry laughed. "Well, you're right about that," he said. His friend smiled. "What are you doing here in the library anyway?" she asked him. "You couldn't possibly have known I was the only one here."

"True, I didn't."

"Then why are you here? And why are you here by yourself?"

"Ginny and I had a row," said Harry. He didn't seem unnerved about it. On the contrary, he said it quite casually as if they had one every day.

"Really?" asked Sophie. Harry nodded. "Yeah," he said. "And somehow your name got thrown in there. I take it you and her met up someplace?"

"Yeah I met her in the Owlery. I was delivering a letter to my uncle. I think it's my fault that she's angry with you."

"It's not just me she's angry with. She's furious at Ron and Hermione too. Why would you say it's your fault?"

"Because I told her that since I've known you all, you haven't mentioned her once. Then she said that it was an outrage that you didn't mention her and she stormed off," Sophie explained. "She was muttering to herself as she did so."

Harry laughed again.

"You don't seemed troubled by this, Harry," said Sophie. He looked away from her but could feel her eyes watching him. He sighed.

"You're right," he said. "I'm not."

"Why?"

"It's complicated. I don't want to get into detail about it."

"You don't love her that much anymore do you?" asked Sophie. Her voice was soft and mellow as she spoke to him. Harry looked at her eyes. Those brilliant blue eyes that seemed to read his thoughts and bore into his soul were filled with nothing but concern for him.

"You feel differently about her now, right?" continued Sophie.

"Yeah," Harry whispered. "I do."

A long pause passed between the two teens as they sat in silence for a while.

"It's not that uncommon you know. To feel differently about someone, I mean," said Sophie. "You just have to tell her that's all."

"Well, that's the problem," said Harry bitterly. "I have no idea how. And if I do tell her, I'm afraid that she'll be all upset, tell Ron and he'll probably just kill me on the spot."

Sophie nodded.

"Hmm," she said. "I have an idea. How would you like to make a deal? One that could solve both your problem and mine? But we can't discuss the details of my problem."

"What's your problem?"

"I have to find something called the Room of Requirements," Sophie explained to Harry. "Have you heard of it?" To her immense relief, Harry nodded.

"Yeah I used it last year loads of times for D.A. meetings," he told her.

"Oh yeah, your own little secret society thing, right?"

"Yeah, my own little secret society," said Harry grinning.

"Do you know where it is?" she asked him.

"Yup, I can show you."

"Great," said Sophie smiling with relief. "And in exchange, I will help you figure out a way to tell Ginny that you hate her guts."

"I don't hate her guts!"

"Shh! This is a library." Sophie grinned as she told him off.

"I don't hate her guts," Harry repeated quietly. "I just want to tell her that I want to break up with her."

"Isn't that the same thing?" said Sophie cheekily. Her eyes glimmered with mischievous humor.

"No," said Harry and the pair of them laughed.

"So what do you say, Harry? Deal?" said Sophie. She held out her hand.

"Deal," said Harry taking her hand and shaking it.

"C'mon, help me put these books away before that vulture-lady yells at me," said Sophie.

"Yeah, Madame Pince is not a happy person when you mess with her books and don't put them back," replied Harry and the two of them started putting them away.

"Okay, wait right here, I have to get something out of the Dormitory," said Harry to Sophie. They had left the library and Sophie had followed him up the marble staircase to the entrance of Gryffindor Tower.

He had said the password, ("Argentum Viscus") and they were greeted by the lovely sound of Ginny screaming her lungs out at Hermione and Ron both of whom sat cowering on two of the three squashy couches, pale as death. To make matters worse, all the occupants of the Tower were watching them.

"I HAVE HALF A MIND RIGHT NOW TO JUST CURSE YOU BOTH INTO THE NEXT DEMENSION! AND WHEN HARRY GETS HERE—"

"Harry, Sophie please help us!" yelled Ron and Hermione together as soon as they saw them. "She's mad! And we don't mean crazy!"

Upon hearing this, Ginny had faced the portrait hole and her face contorted into pure anger at the sight of her boyfriend, who paled.

"Why you!" growled Ginny and she ran towards Harry.

"Harry, you better run for it, she looks ready to kill you!" yelled Sophie. Quick as lightning, Harry ran through the portrait hole, dodged Ginny and bolted up the stairs to the boys' dormitory with Ginny right behind him.

"I'd advise you two to leave before they come out," said Sophie to Ron and Hermione. The two friends didn't hesitate to take her advice and they scrambled out of the portrait hole.

"What time is it?" asked Hermione. Ron checked his watch. "You've got to be kidding me," he said. "It's six thirty!"

"No way! Ron your sister's been yelling at us for an hour and a half straight!" said Hermione.

"I know since five o'clock. The same time she came back from the Owlery and screamed that she met—" he stopped in mid-sentence and looked at Sophie. The expression on his face was one of great seriousness.

"You," he said to her. "You did this. You're the reason she wants to kill us."

"I know, I'm sorry," said Sophie.

"That's all right, we forgive you," said Hermione. The heard a yelp and a loud bang from the boys' dorm.

Both Ron and Hermione paled instantly. "Well, we don't want to stay here too long do we Ron?" said Hermione.

"Unless we want to die, no," he said. "C'mon let's get out of here. See you in half an hour at breakfast Sophie!" Then the two of them ran down the marble staircase at top speed.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER COME BACK HERE!" screeched Ginny. Seconds later, Sophie saw Harry leap out of the portrait hole and grab her hand.

"C'mon!" he yelled and they raced up the stairs to the seventh floor corridor. "Where are we going?" said Sophie. "You'll see!" replied Harry.

"HARRY POTTER DON'T YOU RUN AWAY FROM ME! HARRY!" screeched Ginny running behind them trying to catch up. But Harry and Sophie were too fast for her. In what felt like no time at all, they had reached the seventh floor corridor and Harry, seeing a door on his right, wrenched it open, and thrust himself and his companion inside.

"HARRY!" they heard Ginny scream as she passed by their hiding place. They could hear her footsteps die away as she raced on to try in vain to catch them.

Both teens stood in the dark of the room breathing heavily. Once they were sure that Ginny had left the corridor, Harry and Sophie felt that it was safe once again to come out.

"Well," said Sophie, "that was…fun…I think."

"Boatloads," said Harry. "Hang on." Sophie saw him pull out a worn piece of parchment out of his pocket and put his wand to it.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It's the Marauder's Map," he replied. "It shows the entirety of Hogwarts—it's secret passages, the offices of the teachers, and even the ghosts. I got it in my third year from my friends Fred and George—they're Ron's older brothers—and they got it from Filch's office."

"Well why do you need it now?"

"Because sometimes I see Malfoy in the Room of Requirements and I don't know why but I reckon he's up to something."

"Malfoy comes here?" asked Sophie. She was beginning to wonder what on earth a boy like Draco Malfoy needed to come to the Room of Requirements for. He couldn't possibly be up to something…illegal…could he?

Knowing him…definitely, she thought. She brushed the thought aside deciding that it was unimportant, and none of her business and focused her mind on the task ahead.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," said Harry and to Sophie utter astonishment, the parchment began to create lines from Harry's wand tip that zigzagged and spiraled into themselves to form words. When it was completely finished, she saw two little dots labeled Sophie Florence and Harry Potter exactly where they were standing.

"That's so cool," she exclaimed.

"All right," said Harry business-like. "Ginny…is nowhere to be seen on this map, so she's either at Hagrid's—this map doesn't show the Grounds, dammit—or hopefully, jumped off the face of the planet."

Sophie looked at him. "That was mean," she said.

"So?" said Harry shrugging. Sophie pushed him playfully. He checked the map again.

"Fantastic, Malfoy's not in the Room of Requirements!" he said. He looked at Sophie and said, "C'mon, all we have to do is walk down this corridor until we come to the tapestry with some idiot trying to train trolls for the ballet."

Once they had found the tapestry, Harry showed Sophie the blank wall in front of them and told her that they had reached the Room of Requirements.

"This is it?" she said. "I thought it was an actual room—you know with a door. This is just…wall."

"It is a room," said Harry. He was grinning at the expression of disappointment on her face and his eyes twinkled. Sophie scrutinized him as if to see if he was lying. He chuckled.

"Here," he said coming towards her. "See that window over there?" He pointed to where it lay, a little bit from the wall itself.

She nodded. Harry turned her around the other way and said, "And see that ridiculously large vase?"

She nodded again.

"Good. Now all you do is walk from that vase to the window three times all the while thinking of what you need. Okay?"

"Okay," said Sophie.

"I'll stop you when you've gone three times."

Sophie, not knowing why on earth she was doing this and feeling very stupid, did as she was told.

I need a meeting place…she thought. A meeting place that a lot of people can be in…but we can't be seen.

"Sophie," said Harry signaling her to stop. "What?" she asked looking at him. "Turn around," he said. She did as she was told and gasped in astonishment at what she saw.

From what had been nothing but a blank wall, there now stood a polished deep red door, with a black smooth handle. "Whoa," whispered Sophie.

"Hmm," said Harry coming up to her. "That's a different door from when I remember. Last year, it was a lighter color brown and the handle was brass."

"Oh well, let's see what's inside," said Sophie her voice full of excitement and eagerness. She rushed to the door, clasped the handle and pulled it open.

"Wicked," said Sophie as her eyes rested upon the sight before them. The room was basically empty except for an oak desk on their right, a small bookshelf on their far left hand side on a wall, and a large window with blood red velvet curtains decorating it.

If the Red Moon is shown through that window it'll be perfect! Thought Sophie.

"This is what you wanted?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, why what wrong with it?"

He shrugged. "Nothing, it's just that I thought it'll be a bit more…livelier."

"Well, I'm sorry that you do not approve but this isn't about you. C'mon let's get out of here," said the half vampire heatedly.

They left the room and watched as the door disintegrated into wall again. "Hey," said Harry looking at Sophie. "You're not mad at me are you?"

She smiled. "No," she said. "I was just kidding." Harry sighed with relief.

"Good. I don't think I could stand it if you and Ginny both were angry with me," he said grinning. They laughed. Their laughter was broken only by the sound of Harry's stomach growling with hunger. He flushed red with embarrassment.

"Well, I think we should head down to breakfast," he said. "Oh wait, hold on." He took out the Marauder's Map and once again pointed his wand to it.

"Mischief Managed," he said and the map became blank once more.

"Shall we go?" he said looking at her.

"You go on ahead, I'll catch up."

"All right, see you," said Harry turning to leave but Sophie stopped him.

"Wait, Harry!"

He turned. "Yeah?" he said.

"Umm…do you think I could…y'know…borrow that map? I'll give it back to you as soon as I'm done with it and I won't let anyone else use it nor will I let any teacher confiscate it," she said this all very fast as though hoping he wouldn't say no.

"Well…" he said.

"Please?"

"Mmm…all right," said Harry. "But you have to remember if you want to use it, say—"

" 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good', with my wand tip pointed directly on the parchment."

"Right. And when you're done with it say—"

" 'Mischief Managed', again with my wand tip pointed directly at the map."

"You got it," said Harry satisfied and gave her the Map. "See you at breakfast." He left.

Sophie stayed for another moment or two and put the map in the back pocket of her jeans. Then she looked at the blank stretch of wall that had only seconds ago showed her the room she had been looking for.

"Bring it on, Moon," she said. "I'm more than ready." Then she left to join the rest of the students for breakfast.

End of chapter 10! Two more pages than the last chapter! If you have been counting, then that means that this chapter is 21 pages! Holy cow, I am on fire! (does the "I love Zuko" happy dance) Hope to see you all in chapter 11! I'll give you a hint…a little boy, whom you have all met in this story, gets in deep trouble…and I don't mean by the teachers! What will happen to the poor boy? Stick around to find out!