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Harry unlatched the window and flew inside. He helped Ginny off the broomstick and they walked forward, wands at the ready.

The library however, was empty and there was no sign of the man Harry had seen just one minute ago.

"Damn it!" "Who was that man!" Harry swore.

Ginny looked frustrated. " I don't understand how he could just disappear like that, I mean you can't apparate and disapparate in Hogwarts castle!"

Harry paced furiously for a moment, then he sighed and his shoulders slumped. "There's nothing we can do about it now, anyway once we find the cure the whole thing should be over for good."

"Ok then lets look." Ginny walked briskly to the potions section and started to sort through the volumes.

"What's it called again?" Harry asked.

"Wait a sec, I've got it here." Ginny rummaged through her pockets and produced a small piece of paper.

"It's Cures and Counter measures for Potentially lethal potions." She read.

"Ok, I'll start at the other end of the shelf and we'll work inwards till we meet at the center."

Harry strode over to the other end of the shelf and began to sort through the volumes. Some were old and dusty and some looked brand new, they ranged in size from about 5 pages to 100 000. Most had headings like; 'Potions: when they turn foul' or 'Lou's amazing guide to amazing potions' or 'Poisons and Antidotes: The more lethal potions'

He moved along slowly getting closer and closer to Ginny and they still hadn't found the right book. At last there were only three books between them.

"Prattlinks Passable Potions" Ginny read

"A guide to potions for beginners" Harry read.

"The mystery of Potions solved!" They both read in despair.

How ironic Harry thought grimly.

Ginny punched the shelf and slumped onto the moth eaten carpet. "What do we do now?" She asked.

"We'll have to just fly back to your hideout." "At least we'll be safe there."

The were climbing onto the broomstick when Harry remembered.

"Wait! We haven't tried the restricted section yet!"

Ginny brightened up. "Of course!" she cried.

The climbed back off the broomstick and half ran over to the restricted section.

Harry shuddered as they looked at the books. It was as he remembered. Some of the spines were bloody and one was lined in what looked like human skin.

As before they each started at one end of the shelf.

Ginny pulled out the first book on her side and dropped it like it was a hot coal.

"GROSS!" She cried.

Harry looked at her, she was blushing.

"What was it?" He asked curiously.

Ginny stared at him, a disgusted look on her face. "Never you mind, unless you plan to have intercourse with an animal or tree."

Harry winced.

They were about half way along the shelf when Ginny gave a triumphant shout.

"Got it!"

She put it on the carpet. It was outlined in black with a white background and on the center was a red skull. It was old and dusty and had the look of a well read book.

"Page 467" Ginny said to herself as she flicked through the book. Some of the illustrations were very violent and graphic.

"No wonder this was in the restricted section." Harry said. "Quiet, I'm trying to concentrate." Ginny replied distractedly.

"What about when you kept squealing on the broomstick when I was trying to concentrate." Harry muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" Ginny asked sweetly.

"Nothing."

Ginny shrieked in excitement. "I've found it!"

She read;

CURE FOR PINK MIST

Ingredients:

2 scoops of beetles eyes

1 growth of mungus weed

10 strands of gillyweed

1 Bicorn Horn

3 ounces of truth serum

9 packs of porcupinis

1 gleeams toenail

A kilodule of dragon dung

3 lycris eggs

A black knowledge rose

Spit from a parseltongue

Combine ingredients in a cauldron under the full moon. Stir for 6 hours till mixture becomes blue. To cure pink mist, the victim must swallow 1 teaspoon of the mixture.

Ginny looked up. "How are we supposed to get everyone in Hogwarts to swallow this stuff?"

" I don't know, but I think we should concentrate on making it first." Harry replied.

Ginny looked out the window. It was late afternoon and the sky was beginning to darken. The occasional bird flew past, usually on the way to the forbidden forest.

"Most of these we can get from Snape's private stores, since we are both parseltongue's the spit should be no problem. But what on earth is a black knowledge rose?" Harry paced back and forth along the shelf.

"The black knowledge rose is one of the rarest flowers in the world." Ginny said quietly still looking out the window, "One of the only two places it is found is The forbidden forest."

Harry stopped and looked at Ginny quizzically. "How did you know that?" He asked.

"I heard a fable about it when I was little. It was about a prince who went searching for the rose because a princess had rejected him and he wanted the knowledge about hoe to win her heart. When he found the rose all the knowledge overpowered him and drove him mad. He spent the rest of his days as a hermit, forever doomed to wander the land alone."

Ginny looked out the window dreamily.

Harry slid into a chair with a sigh of relief. "Well then, all we have to do is steal most of it out of Snape's private stores and find the rose in the Forbidden Forest. What could go wrong?"

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