"How do you plan on contacting D?" Steph asks as we walk from History towards the great hall.

"I write a letter. How else?"

"And he does owe us a better explanation than that letter. He just took us from our homes!" Steph growls as we walk into the hall and sit at the Gryffindor table.

"You know, it's been a whole twenty-four hours since we arrived here," I say, looking around the great hall.

"Yeah, doesn't feel like a full day has passed, does it?" Hermione says from beside me as she takes a seat.

I look at her. Properly look at her. She doesn't look like Emma Watson. Her face structure is much more rounded, more babyish. Her eyes are a sparkling light brown, unlike Emma's dull, dark brown ones. Her front two teeth jut slightly out of her upturned mouth. She doesn't look snobbish or high and mighty like is portrayed in the films. She looks small and innocent, blind to the horrors she is going to face. Horrors which will turn her into a marvelous young witch. One my younger self admired.

"Yeah, time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?" I say back, a true smile on my own face. Hermione nods, her curly, frizzy hair bobbing up and down with her.

Harry and Ron walk into the hall and take seats a little away from us.

I tuck into my food, occasionally joining in the conversations around me whilst my mind wanders.

What is going to happen with our ages? We are in eleven year old bodies and yet mentally I still feel eighteen. And I'm sure Megan, Adam and Steph still feel 17. Hannah, And Gregor 16. Will we mentally age as well? Or will we mentally remain this age? And what about puberty? I don't feel like going through growth pains again.

As these thoughts flicker through my mind, we all finish our dinner and walk out the hall, the Hufflepuff's and Ravenclaw's following.

"Let's see if we can find the room of Requirement. Then we can talk." Megan suggests. We all agree and begin to head up the bazillion flights of stairs to the seventh floor.

"Did the founders not need to breathe at all?" I pant as we reach the fourth floor, my bag and body becoming heavier and heavier with each step.

"Na, they probably just apparated, before the wards were put up," Adam answers from the front, not sounding out of breathe at all.

"Do you have lungs of steel or something?" I ask breathlessly as he reaches the top of this flight and bounds up the next. "It's not natural, whatever he has." I finish quietly enough so that only Megan, Steph and Hannah, whom are panting and wheezing next to me, here.

We reach the next flight and begin the slow treck up.

Step after step after step. Never ending.

"I tell you, I am NOT taking Divination when we get the chance." I inform everyone as we round up to the sixth floor.

"Why ... Not?" Steph pants from behind me.

"It's even higher than this." I tell her.

"Come on wooses! I'm at the top already!" Adams excruciatingly jolly voice calls down from above the next flight.

"I swear he must be a robot," Hannah pants from next to me causing me to snort.

"Robot domination evil master plan one. Master the stairs. Complete." I say with a grin.

"Mission two, slaughter petty Humans at the top" Megan finishes for me causing the four of us to laugh as we finally reach the top.

"What tapestry is it next to?" Hannah asks still panting and wheezing.

"Dunno. But I figured out why Hogwarts doesn't have P.E." Gregor pants from his position slumped against the wall. I collapse and lie flat out in the middle if the hall, my legs slowly turning into jelly. I master enough energy to snort before my head falls back on the floor and I close my eyes. Next to me I sense Steph copying Gregor and my idea.

"Let's just rest up a bit, yes?" Hannah suggests as she slides down the wall.

Several murmurs of agreement follow her question.

After an unknown time of lying on the floor, arm hanging over the top step, my heart decided to resume its normal pace and my breathing followed soon after.

"We ready?" I ask as I sit up, looking at the various states of my friends.

"Do we have to?" Steph complains but she grabs my offered hand and pulls herself up.

"Opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy." I inform everyone as we start walking down the hall.

"Why don't we use the point me spell?" Megan asks from the back.

"Cause we are exploring." Gregor tells her with a grin, "and the best way to explore is blindly."

"Found it!" Steph shouts from around a corner to which we all run around to see her standing in front of a picture of a short, mad man attempting to teach trolls ballet.

I stand and watch as the short guy shouts up at the three large, stick wielding trolls whom just look at him strangely.

Rolling my eyes, I turn my back on him and instead stare at the empty slab of wall. Walking up to it, I close my eyes and begin pacing.

We need somewhere to relax and talk freely. We need somewhere we can relax and talk freely. We need a place to relax and talk freely.

A low grinding noise answers my thoughts and I open my eyes to see a large, dark brown door on the previously blank wall. With a smile, I step forward and open the door to step inside and gasp at the sight.