Hermione ran through the corridors, heading for- surprise, surprise…- the library. As she entered, she slowed down as Madam Pince pointedly coughed.

"Calm down, Miss Granger."

Hermione nodded, yet she didn't really calm down. She hurried towards one particularly decayed-looking bookcase and eagerly read the titles of the books in it.

"Muggle Art, Muggle Clothing Through The Ages, Muggle… yes! Muggle Mythology!"

She took the large, dust-covered book and opened it. A moment later, she'd found the page she had been looking for.

"Okay, this is correct. But- and more important, does the other thing… wait, I think it has to be over here…"

She opened another book, "Great Wizards Of Our Century", and quickly leafed through it.

"Bloody hell!" she then exclaimed, totally ignoring another warning cough of Madam Pince. "I was right!"

Slightly shocked, she sat down and leant her chin on her hand.

"Bloody, bloody, bloody hell- and why am I using Ron's set phrase? But it's so… "Your first name tells it all. " And it bloody does! The riddle is so easy once you get it. Except that last phrase, perhaps…"

"Hermione?"

Hermione didn't have to look up, she knew the voice and sighed. Noctua. But she couldn't tell the girl. Only one person could do that.

One person- or two.

"Hermione?"

And Hermione now did look up, straight into the green eyes of her friend, and she nodded.

"Yes, Noctua, I know it. I have solved the riddle. The first is the second. I don't know how or why, but somehow the first is the second."

"Tell me!"

Noctua's eyes begged. The clear emeralds were covered in tears. She would know now, not guess, but know…

"I can't."

"What???" Noctua fiercely objected.

Hermione raised one hand and slightly smiled.

"No, hush, Noctua. We'll go to your Auntie now. She has to tell you. If she doesn't, I will- but I have a feeling she won't object now."

Noctua stood up, now very much looking like her ever-practical Auntie.

"Now then, Hermione, what are we waiting for?"