Author's Note: Yes, I typed up the third chapter. More things are happening in this chapter. So, please read and enjoy!

O yea remember italics are thoughts, non-italics are convo...yadda yadda...you know the drill.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is copyrighted by J.K. Rowling. boo hooo...

Chapter Three

A week had passed since Harry's accident. The weather was getting cooler and autumn was settling in. Things were relatively quiet in Hogwarts. The Order of Phoenix had been laying low. So far, there were no signs of trouble from Voldemort…or so it seemed?

"I want breakfast…"whimpered Tonks.

"Shut the fuck up will you? I'm trying to figure out where that shop is…" Remus was looking around.

They were in the streets of London and on a difficult mission. It was foggy and only a few people were walking around. For months, the Order of Phoenix had been on Voldemort's tail, trying to predict what his next move will be. They had been spying on his Death Eaters and gathering clues to what his plans were. The evidence that they had gathered were shocking and Dumbledore decided to take action.

"Oh god, why couldn't they send Mad-Eye Moody to go with you? First of all, he's better at this job than me and I could be sleeping right now!" Tonks crossed her arms and let out a big sigh.

"Quit complaining will you! Now help me look for the fucking shop-" Remus suddenly saw what he was looking for. He crossed the street and Tonks quickly followed behind. It was a bedraggled shop and the sign read 'Conran.'

"Holy crap, you call this a shop! Ew look at those cobwebs on the window…" said Tonks.

"Oh for Christ's sake…" Remus grabbed Tonks' sleeve and dragged her through the door.

Inside the shop, things looked surprisingly elegant. There were red linoleum tiles on the floor and a couple of chandeliers on the ceiling. Glass cases filled with antiques lined up in rows. Portraits, swords, medieval banners, and tapestries were hung along the walls. However, the shop smelled musty.

Remus and Tonks walked through the rows of antiques. Tonks marveled at the artifacts. Many of them were medieval goblets, knives, and armors. When they reached the end of the shop, they saw an old lady sitting behind a counter. Her head was down and busy reading the Daily Prophet.

"Well hello Ms. Darrie, how is it living with Muggles?" Remus said. She looked up and was surprised to see him.

"Ahh…well isn't it Remus Lupin…" a sly grin appeared on her face. The woman had wrinkles under her eyes and frizzy grey hair. She wore a burgundy jacket and an emerald necklace.

Remus stepped closer to the counter. He pulled out an envelope and on it was Dumbledore's seal. He placed it in front of her.

"We need the map," said Remus. Darrie picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was a small piece of paper. It was a letter from Dumbledore:

Dear Ms. Darrie,

We are in a dire need of the Infortunatus Map. I think we have already discussed the reason and the importance of us needing it over our short meeting. Please hand it over to Remus. I am sure you can trust him with it. I hope the copy you have will greatly aid us.

Thank you,
Albus Dumbledore

"Well, I guess Dumbledore finally needs me now eh?" she gave a big grin and walked over to the back door of the store. She disappeared into the room and came out with a small box with a red string tied around it. She handed it over to Remus.

"Please be careful with it. The Infortunatus Map has been a kept secret in my family. There are only two copies of the map in the world. If it goes into the wrong hands, they will be able to find it."

Tonks walked over to where they were. "Wait, find what?"

"The Vial of Devil's Ichor," replied Remus, "It is a powerful substance just like the Sorcerer's Stone. It grants immortality and it can increase your magical abilities by tenfold."

Remus untied the string and opened the box. Instead of finding a piece of paper, there were small round rocks with awkward symbols on them.

"What the…wait a minute…isn't a map suppose to be a piece of paper with drawings and lines on them! I mean how will this help!" yelled Tonks. She picked up one of the rocks and examined them.

"Finding the vial isn't the hard part, it's putting the map together and THEN figuring it out what the map is saying, that's the worst," said Darrie.

"Oi…" sighed Tonks.

Hermione was sitting in the library with a book in front of her. The bookworm seemed to be engrossed in the story and didn't notice Ron coming up to her.

"Herm, when will you ever stop reading?" Ron sat next to her and peeked over her shoulder. She looked up and gave him a death glare. "Well at least I get better grades than what you have!"

Ron smiled. "Man, I always love teasing you."

Hermione putted down her book and turned her attention to him. "So, how have you've been with…you know…"

He felt a cold sensation at the pit of his stomach. "I'm over him. I have moved on," Ron said stolidly.

Hermione glared at him and rolled her eyes. "Bullshit! You are clearly not! It has been months now and you never had been able to let it go. Also, you know that you can't lie even if your life depends on it."

Ron slumped down onto his chair and rubbed his face. "I know. I know. I was being sarcastic! Geez…"

Hermione rubbed his arm gently. "Look, I know it's not easy. Right now, Harry's life isn't all jolly and wonderful. He needs time for himself. Someday, maybe your friendship with him will grow into something more…"

Ron gave a bitter laugh. "Yea…whatever…"

Hermione lifted his chin up. "Or, you will get over it someday and move on."

Ron's expression turned gloomy. "I'm not angry at him for being distant. I was never angry towards him. I'm angry at myself. I'm angry that I can't …I can't help him…I mean I can't make him be happy, I can't solve his problems, I can't even give him what he wants!" His expression turned into anger and he clenched his fists.

"I think I have been selfish. You know maybe I don't really love him…maybe I just wanted to be the center of his attention…maybe-"

Hermione cut him off, "Look what about the time that we spent hours planning a party for his birthday…and what about the times that you cut class just to be with him? Also, what about the times that you had been there for him and talking with him?"

Ron snorted. "You want the truth? It wasn't us. It was you who did everything. You baked the cake, you planned everything ahead already, you were the one that Harry favors, you…" Ron paused. "Oh my god…I-I'm sorry…I …I have been jealous of you…" Realization hits him and he sunk lower onto his chair.

Hermione gave a sad smile. "It's okay…Jealousy is normal. I'm sorry…I didn't know you felt that way…"

Ron combed his hair with his hand. "It's not your fault, I just …wow …"

Hermione leaned over and hugged him. "You are special to Harry. You guys are still best buddies."

Ron rested his head on her shoulders. "But it's not like I did anything special for him. Every time I tried to do something for him…it's never enough or I just drop it. He doesn't need me that much anyways. He has you and other friends to talk about his problems. I'm glad though. At least he's not lonely." Ron took a deep breath. "Wow, I am selfish. I just wanted Harry to myself. I'm a selfish bastard…"

Hermione took his hand. "You are not selfish, Ron. You really care about Harry. I know you only want the best for him." She rubs his hand and they both became quiet.

Harry suddenly walked up behind them. "Well, well, isn't it the two love birds…" Harry gave a smirk.

Hermione let go of Ron's hand and threw a paper ball at him playfully. "Harry!"

Harry smiled. He then looked at the book Hermione was reading. "What's this…" He grabbed it and looked at the title. It read 'Greek Mythology.' "I didn't know we have to learn this crap."

"First of all, it's not crap. I was reading it because I enjoy Greek myths. The Ancient Greeks were really good at writing romantic stories too," said Hermione.

Harry flipped through the pages. As he flipped through, a word caught his eye. He quickly turned back to the page where he saw it. "Laconian Taenarum…" The word sounded familiar.

"Laconian Taenarum? Oh yea, you mean the Taenarum of Laconia? Well, the Taenarum was a passage to the Underworld, which is where the dead resides. Only the Gods or heroes can go through it. The passage was usually a chasm or a cave. There was a story about a hero named Orpheus whose wife died from a serpent's bite. He couldn't live without her and he risked his life to get her back from the Underworld. Isn't that sweet!" said Hermione.

Ron blankly starred at her, wondering why on earth she would spend time reading these stories. "Uh…yea…sweet…"

Harry's thoughts were on other things. "A cave…I remember something with a cave…I think I was there for some reason…" Harry started to remember bits and pieces of his vision. "Stairs…water…a boat…"

"Wait, who was Charon?" Harry asked.

"Well he was the boatman. He only ferries the dead people across the river to the Underworld." Hermione replied.

"Wait then how was Orpheus able to cross the river if he wasn't dead yet?" Ron suddenly asked.

Hermione thought for a while. "Hm…oh yea, Orpheus was a musician and his music were supposedly powerful. He sang a beautiful song to Charon, which moved him. He then gave in and gave him ride across." She looked at the clock on the wall. "Oh my, I need to go to Professor McGonagall…I need to speak with her about my change of schedule…I refuse to take two classes of Herbology!" She grabbed the book from Harry and waved good bye to the boys as she walked out of the library.

"Well, I better be going, too. I'm really famished right now." Harry lightly punched Ron in the arm. "I'll see you at our dorm alright?" Harry walked out of the library.

Ron continued sitting in the library alone. "Yeah see you there…"