Hey guys I'm trying this out again. I apologize to anyone who actually read my last fan fiction. I have started all over again, to make it really good one. Please make sure you read this story with the window as big a possible. In order to space it well on a big window, it is hard to read on a small one.

It was at the end of my fifth year when I discovered the darkroom. After Sirius

died I felt trapped in the girl's dorm and walked around the school. I went to the

kitchens, but I found I wasn't really hungry. My feet took me to the library, but I didn't

feel like having Madame Pince breathe down my neck. My legs traveled to the room of

requirement. I paced in front of it thinking. 'I need a place, to relax, to do something

other than sit around.'

I knew fully well what would happen when the door appeared. I entered not

really knowing what to expect, I hadn't really been specific.

On the table in the center of the room there was a manual camera, film and a

book. At the left side there was a sink with a thermometer some black plastic things and

round white things. I wasn't sure what they were. A cabinet above the sink revealed jug

upon jug of chemicals, each attached to a hose. By the back there was this round black

thing that went into the wall. I stepped in side and saw "Revolving Darkroom Door"

scripted on top in white. Tentatively, I pushed the door around and walked into a room

with terrible orange lighting. I recalled the darkroom at my muggle school before I came

to Hogwarts, how you should never turn on the lights, lest you ruin somebody's light

sensitive paper. My eyes adjusted to the dark more quickly than I had ever imagined. I

saw a big cubicle with a large machine in it and a couple drawers. There was a kind of

radio next to it.

Stepping lightly, I cautiously walked towards the machine, away from the source

of most of the light. There was a switch on the wall panel that I hit and a bright white

light burst from the apparatus. I jumped back, the panel had moved when I hit the button.

I pulled it off the wall and set it under the light. It looked like some kind of timer.

Bored, I walked over to the light and saw a sunken table with four large tubs. There was

water running down the sides and in the fourth tub. The other three were empty. Under

further examination, there were more jugs of chemicals underneath. I crawled out of the

darkroom and sat against a wall.

"Will this truly relax me? And why is it this particular hobby?" I wondered out

loud. There was more stuff under the table. A big black trunk became obtainable and I

took out some strange things. A can opener for one, a pair of scissors, a tiny paintbrush

and a large one, little bottles of black water that said "Spot", an exactor knife, masking

tape, a metal thing with movable arms to crop photographs with with, poster board, a

ruler, a hair dryer, a role of paper towels, permanent quills, glue, black paint a square box

and some magazines. I reached and pulled the big heavy volume down off the table and

began to read. I kept reading. I learned what all those items were for and how to use

them. I read until I fell asleep. An hour later my watch rang, nine o'clock. I jumped and

ran all the way to Gryffindor Tower. Harry and Ron had not waited up for me and I

climbed the stairs to my dorm.