The commom room was lite with a glowing fire, and the light danced on their faces as they sat in their familar corner.
"Harry, Hermione, uhm, well..."
"Ron, youve been acting weird lately. Now just tell us and get it over with." said Hermione, while Harry simply stared on, sleepily. He was soon jabbed in the ribs by Hermione.
"Ow!"
"Well, it's this. Now just hold on a minute-" their mouths hung open in an attempt to ask questions.
" It's a long story. I was wandering the halls, feeling kinda glum because of the bad grade on that test from McGonagall, when Filch spotted me, and started acusing me of doing something. Then he started chasing me out of the way, claiming I had spilled mud on his freshly polished floor. I jogged off, my day not going anywhere pleasant, and I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I just kept going, because he seemed to be following me, trying to get me in trouble for going someplace I shouldn't be.
After a long time, I lost him, but I just kept walking. I didn't want to be disturbed anymore. That was when I found myself somewhere that I had never been before. Now that's saying something, because in the last six years, we've found many places, and Fred and George have told me about any place else. It was a short hall, lit by a window at the end of it. Not much sunshine came in though, because it seemed to be blocked by a tower. On my left there was one door. A big, heavy wooden door, with an old pewter latch on it. I opened it easily, it hadn't seemed to have been closed tightly, and yet there was dust all over the floor, and no one had been in there. I looked up from the floor, and saw rows and rows of books to my right, with one simple wall on the left and in front of me.
There was about fifteen feet from the door to the opposite wall, and on it there was, yet again, only one window. But this one was on the western side of the castle, because sunshine was poring in, even though it was nearing four o'clock in the afternoon. I stepped inside further and closed the door gently, not wanting to alarm Filch.
I turned towards to rows of books, and there were about seven rows, each lined with numerous dusty textbooks and novels. I mused that it must have been a small library when it had been used, and it was quite cozy, with the warm sunshine filtering through the dust. I glanced at the books as I walked the ailes, and settled down on the ground in the third, right across from the window.
Picking up a book in front of me, I read it's cover, which was nothing but a basic potions texbook, presumably for student use. I had hoped that this might be some sort of restricted section or something, but alas, I could see nothing unusual about the books that stacked in front of me.
But when I opened the potions book, entitled 'Easy Potions for Third Years', I saw a folded peice of parchment lying on top of the cover page. I opened it up, and, well, this is it." Ron finished.
Harry and Hermione sat quietly for a few moments, then Hermione spoke up.
"Ron, this is, well, quite unusual...and that room...how did you ever find your way back?"
"Oh, that was the surprising part, it wasn't hard at all. I don't understand why no one goes in there. They had pleanty of useful books for all our classes." Ron said.
Hermione spoke again. " 'Easy Potions for Third Years'...hm...I wonder if it was coincidence that that's where you found the riddle...okay, I'm joking. Obviously, someone put it there. But why that book? Agh, there's so many questions!"
"Tell me about it. And when I had finished reading, I stared at the sunshine, and was dozing off, untill I realized something strange. The first line, about the mist, well, that's exactly how the sunbeam looked in the room."
This time, it was Harry. "I doubt it has anything to do with the riddle, Ron. You know, I bet it was just some fake thing that a student made and slipped it into the textbook they were using. I can imagine us doing something like that when we were that age."
Hermione shot Harry a look. "But the name of the textbook...I think it's important. Let me read the riddle again, Ron. " she grabbed the parchment and mumbled through the lines. "Yes! It mentions four years back! Ron-seven minus four is three. And what does the cover say? 'Easy Potions-"
" '-for Third Years'! Hermione, you're right!" exclaimed Ron.
"Oh come on, I think you guys are just trying to make it fit." Harry said dispiritedly. "That's such a streatch."
"Harry, what's happened to your adventurous spirit these days? A few years ago, you would have jumped at the chance to solve a little mystery. " said Hermione.
"You want to know why?! Huh?! Voldemort! That's why! You don't know what it's like, hearing your parent's dying pleas every night, growing faintly stronger! You don't know what it's like, to have your scar hurting slightly every morning you wake up! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" and Harry ran up the stairs to the dorm, tripping as he went, a few tears making his fists wet.
Hermione looked to Ron for some sort of an explaination.
"I think he's been hiding that for a while." said Ron softly. "He doesn't usually have bouts like that."
"I'm thinking that maybe he's scared of mysteries and stuff...I guess he's got enough of 'the real thing', if you know what I mean." Hermione said, and Ron nodded.
"But still, " Hermione turned back to the parchment hestitently. " this is weird..."
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Please review!! I know it's not that great, but, please!
"Harry, Hermione, uhm, well..."
"Ron, youve been acting weird lately. Now just tell us and get it over with." said Hermione, while Harry simply stared on, sleepily. He was soon jabbed in the ribs by Hermione.
"Ow!"
"Well, it's this. Now just hold on a minute-" their mouths hung open in an attempt to ask questions.
" It's a long story. I was wandering the halls, feeling kinda glum because of the bad grade on that test from McGonagall, when Filch spotted me, and started acusing me of doing something. Then he started chasing me out of the way, claiming I had spilled mud on his freshly polished floor. I jogged off, my day not going anywhere pleasant, and I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I just kept going, because he seemed to be following me, trying to get me in trouble for going someplace I shouldn't be.
After a long time, I lost him, but I just kept walking. I didn't want to be disturbed anymore. That was when I found myself somewhere that I had never been before. Now that's saying something, because in the last six years, we've found many places, and Fred and George have told me about any place else. It was a short hall, lit by a window at the end of it. Not much sunshine came in though, because it seemed to be blocked by a tower. On my left there was one door. A big, heavy wooden door, with an old pewter latch on it. I opened it easily, it hadn't seemed to have been closed tightly, and yet there was dust all over the floor, and no one had been in there. I looked up from the floor, and saw rows and rows of books to my right, with one simple wall on the left and in front of me.
There was about fifteen feet from the door to the opposite wall, and on it there was, yet again, only one window. But this one was on the western side of the castle, because sunshine was poring in, even though it was nearing four o'clock in the afternoon. I stepped inside further and closed the door gently, not wanting to alarm Filch.
I turned towards to rows of books, and there were about seven rows, each lined with numerous dusty textbooks and novels. I mused that it must have been a small library when it had been used, and it was quite cozy, with the warm sunshine filtering through the dust. I glanced at the books as I walked the ailes, and settled down on the ground in the third, right across from the window.
Picking up a book in front of me, I read it's cover, which was nothing but a basic potions texbook, presumably for student use. I had hoped that this might be some sort of restricted section or something, but alas, I could see nothing unusual about the books that stacked in front of me.
But when I opened the potions book, entitled 'Easy Potions for Third Years', I saw a folded peice of parchment lying on top of the cover page. I opened it up, and, well, this is it." Ron finished.
Harry and Hermione sat quietly for a few moments, then Hermione spoke up.
"Ron, this is, well, quite unusual...and that room...how did you ever find your way back?"
"Oh, that was the surprising part, it wasn't hard at all. I don't understand why no one goes in there. They had pleanty of useful books for all our classes." Ron said.
Hermione spoke again. " 'Easy Potions for Third Years'...hm...I wonder if it was coincidence that that's where you found the riddle...okay, I'm joking. Obviously, someone put it there. But why that book? Agh, there's so many questions!"
"Tell me about it. And when I had finished reading, I stared at the sunshine, and was dozing off, untill I realized something strange. The first line, about the mist, well, that's exactly how the sunbeam looked in the room."
This time, it was Harry. "I doubt it has anything to do with the riddle, Ron. You know, I bet it was just some fake thing that a student made and slipped it into the textbook they were using. I can imagine us doing something like that when we were that age."
Hermione shot Harry a look. "But the name of the textbook...I think it's important. Let me read the riddle again, Ron. " she grabbed the parchment and mumbled through the lines. "Yes! It mentions four years back! Ron-seven minus four is three. And what does the cover say? 'Easy Potions-"
" '-for Third Years'! Hermione, you're right!" exclaimed Ron.
"Oh come on, I think you guys are just trying to make it fit." Harry said dispiritedly. "That's such a streatch."
"Harry, what's happened to your adventurous spirit these days? A few years ago, you would have jumped at the chance to solve a little mystery. " said Hermione.
"You want to know why?! Huh?! Voldemort! That's why! You don't know what it's like, hearing your parent's dying pleas every night, growing faintly stronger! You don't know what it's like, to have your scar hurting slightly every morning you wake up! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" and Harry ran up the stairs to the dorm, tripping as he went, a few tears making his fists wet.
Hermione looked to Ron for some sort of an explaination.
"I think he's been hiding that for a while." said Ron softly. "He doesn't usually have bouts like that."
"I'm thinking that maybe he's scared of mysteries and stuff...I guess he's got enough of 'the real thing', if you know what I mean." Hermione said, and Ron nodded.
"But still, " Hermione turned back to the parchment hestitently. " this is weird..."
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Please review!! I know it's not that great, but, please!