Madam Pince marched through the maze of bookshelves, intent on finding the culprit. It had been two weeks. Two weeks of finding books out after reshelving. Two weeks of finding snack wrappers in secluded places of the library. Two weeks of someone - some student - hanging out in the library after dark.

"Ah ha!" she shrieked, spotting sneakers sticking out from behind a table. She stopped when she saw the tiny boy she'd startled from sleep.

"Whoosit? What's happened?" he asked, looking around madly.

Madam Pince knelt beside the young Hufflepuff and put a calming hand on his shoulder. She took in the dark red curls and freckles, and the familiar facial features that were a slightly darker complexion than those of his family members. "Easy, Mr. Weasley. What, exactly, are you doing sleeping in my library?" she asked, eyeing the blanket and snack wrappers.

"I have to keep studying. I'm sorry about the papers - I'll do better clearing up," Freddie said.

"Mr. Weasley, you have to sleep in your own dormitory," Pince said, helping the first-year stand up.

"But I need the library! It's the only place I can study. I have to keep studying -"

"Easy, Mr. Weasley. If you're having troubles with your schoolwork, you just have to ask. You look like you haven't slept in a week. Why do you feel you need to keep going to the point of exhaustion?"

"I...I don't...I can't read easy like my cousins. I just...the words don't come to me the way they do."

Madam Pince tapped her foot and nodded. "Tell me...do you read the wrong words when you read aloud sometimes?"

"Yes."

"Do your words sometimes seem to move about on the page?"

"Yes," Freddie said, nodding frantically.

"Give me your history of magic book, please, Mr. Weasley."

He fished it out of his bag and handed it over to her. "What is it? Is there something wrong with me? With my book?"

"I believe your mother and father had you in a Muggle primary before Hogwarts?"

"Yes...is my magic stunted?"

"Not at all. But this might be easier to explain in Muggle terms. They call these learning disabilities - specifically, dyslexia. Please read this page to me."

Freddie flushed a bit, but Madam Pince gave his shoulder a friendly squeeze. He looked down, and was shocked to see that each line of text was a different, vibrant color. And the words were looked different - he couldn't put his finger on it, but they were different.

"The colors and spacing of the letters responds to the reader's magical signature," Pince explained. "Please read."

"Andros the Invincible was a celebrated ancient Greek wizard," Freddie read, slowly and quietly at first. His voice picked up a little volume as the words didn't float away, and he gained a little confidence. "He, reportedly, was the only wizard to be able to produce a Patronus the size of a giant - sweet Merlin, I can read!" He whispered the last bit and looked up at her with delighted eyes.

"Indeed you can. The rest of your books, please."

Madam Pince repeated the process on all of Freddie's books, and gave him a stern look. "No more sleeping in the library."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And you will work with me on your words and writing for an hour each week."

"Huh?"

Madam Pince gave him a rare, warm smile. "I understand your struggles, young Mr. Weasley. Some things we can help with charms, but some things take time and practice. An hour - any day of your choosing. I'm here all the time."