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.
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.
