I don't think I've said this yet, so thanks much to all of the people who reviewed and stuff! I appreciate it, and I hope you continue to like it! This chapter is a little shorter, but just a little.

Albus' POV

"I don't know about this," said Emmett. The first-years were sitting in the Gryffindor common room later that night. Albus and Rose had just finished telling Emmett about the ghost. "What if she's just crazy and we're making a big deal about nothing?"

"That's what I thought at first, but this," Albus held up the piece of paper they had found in his room. "This says otherwise."

"Not really. She could still be insane and has started leaving notes to let people know."

I just have this feeling that whatever she's talking about is important," Albus told them for at least the fourth time. "It's weird, but I just know it."

"Don't go all creepy vision-boy on us now, Al," Emmett joked. But the look he gave Albus was completely serious.

"It's not like that," Albus protested. "It's just a feeling." He turned to Rose and said, "It is kind of like that time Lily broke her arm and I knew even though she was at your house."

"You did? That is kind of creepy, Albus. Wait, you and Lily aren't twins or anything, right?" Emmett looked slightly alarmed by this piece of news.

"No, they're not," Rose told him. "Lily is a year younger. She jumped off of her broom and tried to land standing up. Needless to say, that didn't turn out so well. My mum was fixing it when Aunt Ginny appeared in the fireplace frantically asking how Lily had broken her arm. It was creepy because Mum hadn't told them yet."

"She appeared in the fireplace?" asked Emmett

"Yes, she used Floo powder," Albus put in. Emmett gave him a blank look. "No offense intended, but you have a spotty education when it comes to the wizarding world. Floo powder allows you to travel somewhere through the Floo Network in a fireplace."

"We're getting off topic," Rose reminded them.

"We have to find out more about this ghost," Emmett said. "We have to find out if she's credible."

"My thoughts exactly." Albus pushed his glasses further up his nose. "Rose and I know of a potion that will help us."

"Really?" Emmett asked. "What potion is that?"

"Well, I can't recall the name of it, but we heard about it from my dad when he had this case where-"

"It's called Videre de Mortis," Rose put in. "It's Latin. Literally, it translates into to see of death. The potion lets a witch or a wizard see a ghost's murderer. As an Auror, Uncle Harry had to use it to catch criminals. It's kind of like when the muggle police try to find a killer. The potion would help them identify the perpetrator."

"That sounds promising. So how do we get the ingredients?"

"From the potions classroom, of course." She said it so matter-of-factly that at first her meaning didn't sink in. Rose had been told by many people that she was a lot like her mother. One way they differed was that Rose didn't mind breaking the rules.

"You mean we steal them?"

"That is exactly what I mean." And so began their plan. Out of the three, Albus was chosen to steal the needed supplies from Slughorn's classroom. He was assigned this job because he was most likely to be forgiven if caught.

"From what I've read, the potion itself is quite easy to make. Finding the ingredients is going to be the hard part."

"Why? If they're just in Slughorn's office…"

"If the book is in the restricted section," Rose informed them. "It's there for a reason. All of the ingredients may not be in Slughorn's office."

Their plan was that Rose would supply the book containing the recipe for the potion. She planned to get a note from a professor in case the book was in the restricted section. Emmett was given the task of trying to talk to their resident ghost.

"Why do I get that job?" he asked. "It's Al's ghost."

"Well, I already have a job," Albus pointed out.

"I would rather have your job," Emmett protested. Albus knew that, being new to the wizarding world, Emmett was uncomfortable with ghosts, talking pictures, and other such things. Albus had faith that his friend would get used to these things sooner or later. This would help him do it that much sooner.

"Maybe next time," was all he said.

Rose's POV

The next day, Rose went about her job. She searched methodically through the library for any mention of Videre de Mortis, but found no mention of it in any texts. By afternoon, she decided that the book must be in the restricted section.

Rose was a good student, and all of her teachers liked her. So it was quite easy to convince one to sign her slip. Professor Montague was happy to sign it. He didn't even question her about which book she wanted.

"Did you get it?" asked Albus. He and Emmett were waiting outside the classroom.

"Yes." They made their way back to the library, placing their things at an empty table in a secluded corner.

Leaving the two boys to find something to entertain themselves, Rose made her way to the librarian's desk. Madame Blair, the librarian, looked down her nose at the girl. Ignoring the older woman's imperious glare, Rose explained that she needed to search the restricted section for a book for Professor Montague. At first, the woman was reluctant to believe her. Rose showed her the note, and set about winning Madame Blair over. Soon enough, she warmed up to Rose. Rose's cheerful, know-it-all nature might have had some effect on the woman, being a scholar herself.

When Rose came back with two leather-bound books in tow, she found the boys arguing animatedly. As she got closer, she could see what they were arguing over. In between them, on the table was a wizard's chess set.

"You don't touch the pieces," Albus was saying as she seated herself at the table. "You tell them where you want them to go. Like this," he proceeded to demonstrate. "Knight to D5."

"Oh," Emmett said. The group watched as Albus' knight destroyed one of Emmett's pawns.

"I think I found something." Rose interrupted their game.

"Already?" Emmett asked. He glanced around the big room filled with books, tables, and students. "You really are a genius. I can't make heads or tales of this place. Libraries give me the creeps."

"I'm not a genius," Rose chose to address the first part of his sentence rather than the last. "I just know the system. The books are shelved by…" she trailed off, realizing that the boys were no longer listening. "I just spend a lot of time here."

"We never would have noticed," Albus said dryly.

"Sometimes, it comes in handy," she pointed out. "This," she held up the larger of the two books, "may be the answer to our dilemma." She flipped through the book, stopping once she found the page she had marked. "Listen to this. Videre de Mortis was created in the late nineteen hundreds by Adelbert Adams. It is used to help discover the murderer of a particular ghost. Ingredients include…" She looked up and met Albus' eyes.

"Sounds like what we're looking for," he agreed. "What are the ingredients?"

"Erumpent tails, boomslang skin, vinegar, moondew, eel's eyes. Most of it is simple, really." Rose jotted the ingredients down as she spoke. "The eel's eyes will be difficult because they must be distilled." Her brows knit and she stopped.

"What's wrong?" Emmett asked.

"The recipe calls for a bulb of Phaedranassa."

"What is that?" Neither of the boys had ever heard of the root, but Rose had.

"It's a flower that grows in South America. It is sometimes made into a paste that is used to create hallucinations or to recreate memories."

"Okay…" Emmett and Albus still did not seem to know what the problem was.

"It only grows there. It wouldn't be on hand at Hogwarts."

"Oh," Emmett said glumly. Rose guessed that he had been looking forward to his first ever wizarding adventure.

"The Phaedranassa bulb isn't needed until the end of the recipe. We should start anyway, and we might just get lucky and get our hands on one." Rose could tell that Albus was determined to see this through.

"We can try," Rose said doubtfully. She was willing to go along with it for her cousin's sake. "Albus, you need to get the ingredients by tommow if we are to have this done anytime soon. We have to distill the eel's eyes before we can add them."

"Tomorrow it is," Albus nodded resolutely.

Albus' POV

The Gryffindors had potions the very next day. After this class was when Albus planned to make his move. He fidgeted anxiously throughout the lesson, paying almost no attention to Slughorn's lecture on safety in potion making. He was obligated to give this speech because last year, one of his students had set the dungeons on fire with her potion.

Albus didn't notice the worried glances Emmett was sending. He also didn't notice Rose raising her hand to answer Slughorn's questions. When the class was finally over, he trudged out of the room behind the others. He loitered outside the door, waiting for Slughorn to disappear into his office as he usually did after the students left.

His patience was soon rewarded when Slughorn took a stack of parchment into his office and shut the door behind him. Albus pulled Rose's list of ingredients out of his robes. "Here goes nothing," he said quietly to himself before hurrying into the room.