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Harry took a deep breath. He sat up straight and picked up the potion from the side table and drank it down in one gulp. He tried not to think about the fact that he had drank actual blood last night but it wouldn't leave his mind. Every time he remembered it, he felt a shiver run down his spine and the need to vomit. Harry felt the potion taking effect and his headache was nearly gone. Slowly he sat up straight and got up to his feet. He looked down at himself and noticed that he was wearing the pyjamas again. Voldemort must have changed his clothes last night.
Harry walked to the bathroom and without taking off his clothes stood under the shower. As soon as he felt the cold-water rush over him, he felt an unknown pleasure, he wanted the water to take away all the pain and suffering from him. He wanted it to wash away all the impurities that Voldemort had bestowed upon him. He was so sick and tired of all of this. He felt his clothes get heavier, but he didn't care. He couldn't hold it in any longer, he cried out loud. He collapsed on his knees and screamed on the top of his lungs. He knew that he would have to live with this. He would have to endure, just like Voldemort had said. Things would never be normal for him again. Harry rested his head against the tiled wall and allowed the water to rush over him.
After a few minutes, when he was starting to feel better, he stood up and walked out of the bathroom. He realized that his heavily soaked clothes were dripping all over the carpet but the carpet was drying up by itself as soon as it got wet. Harry saw a towel waiting for him on the bed. He picked it up and dried himself of. As he was drying himself off the bandages came off his wrist again. He walked back inside the bathroom and looked through the cabinets for bandages but found none. He decided to leave the wound open and came out. He saw fresh bandages, a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt on the bed that had definitely not been there before. Harry changed out of his wet clothes and wore the dry ones. He bandaged his wrist again and made sure that the wound was properly dressed.
After he was done changing, a tray of breakfast appeared for him. He didn't have much of an appetite but he knew he would have to eat. He ate his toast and eggs in silence and then sipped his tea. While he was drinking his tea, his gaze landed on a clock and his blood ran cold as he realized what the time was. It was nearly 11 AM. He left his tea on the tray and rushed out of the room. He looked around the corridor but he had no idea where the library was and it would take him all day if he searched every room in this wretched castle. Suddenly a metal knight spoke up,
"Name your location and we shall lead the way."
Harry turned to it and looked at it in shock but he had no time to waste,
"Library…I need to get to the library."
The knight adjusted his position and went still. Harry noticed that both his arms were pointing to the same direction now. Harry ran in that direction, until he saw another metal knight. He saw that both his arms were pointing in the same direction too. Harry followed the directions, the knights gave him until he reached a pair of oak doors. Harry pushed them open and his mouth fell open in awe as to what he encountered. The library was enormous, it was at least three times larger than the Hogwarts Library. Harry felt terrified. How was he going to find the books he needed? He walked ahead and immediately a leather clad book appeared in front of him. Harry opened it and saw only one sentence written on the first page,
"Write the name of the section, you require books from."
A Quill popped in front of him. Harry took it and began to write the topics Voldemort had told him. When he was done, the quill vanished and the book began to float in a particular direction. Harry followed it up a flight of steps and he came to a halt as it stopped in front of a large shelf. Harry read the label on the shelf and he knew it was the right section. The book vanished and Harry began searching through the shelves for anything that could help him. He saw a few books that he thought might be relevant to what he was supposed to learn. He picked them up and walked to a table.
Harry opened the first book and began studying. He had gotten half way through it when a plate of sandwiches appeared on the table besides him. Harry ignored it and continued his reading. After a few more minutes, a tray laden with a jug of water and a glass appeared. Harry poured himself a glass and drank it down. He looked up at the huge gold clock ticking on the wall and realized that it was nearly 3 PM. He got up from his seat and stretched out. He decided to search for something else in the library. He walked down the stairs to the point where he had seen the book. He was relieved to find that the book was still there.
Harry opened it up and just like before, the quill popped in front of him. He took it and with trembling fingers wrote down "blood wine".
As soon as he put the quill down, the book started floating and this time it led him up two flights of stairs. It was a section completely devoted to wines and their history. He looked through the shelves and found what he was looking for. He hesitantly pulled it out and took it back to the table where he was studying. He contemplated whether he should read it or not. After much deliberation, he drew a deep breath and opened the book. He realized that the pages were all blank. He flipped through the book until he reached the last page. There was only one word written there. "Blood."
Harry thought for several minutes what it must mean until he saw something shine in the spine of the book. He pulled the book to his eye level and felt the spine with his fingers to locate what was shining. Suddenly his fingers came in felt something hard in the spine. He looked for a way to pull whatever it was out but he didn't know how to. Suddenly he had an idea and he inverted the book on the table and as the spine of the book relaxed, he saw the tip of something metallic. He pulled it out and when he realized what it was, Harry immediately recoiled and the item fell from his fingers and landed with a soft clink on the marble floor.
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