"There's nothing here!" said Hermione. All three of them were frustrated at finding nothing and they had been sitting in the library for a couple of hours.
Dumbledore had suggested books on modern day evil sorceresses. There weren't very many but the books were incredibly thick.
"We've got to keep looking!" Harry insisted.
"But we've been here for hours!" Ron argued. "Why can't we give up and just go home - "
"We're not giving up!" said Harry loudly, getting out of chair. "You just don't give up; you don't just let things happen; you make a stand; you say no and when everyone else just runs away…" he trailed off, looking away. "I just can't."
Ron was lost for words, dumbfounded for a minute. "Well I can." Ron said, standing, too to face him. He put his hand on his bag, preparing to lift it up onto his shoulder.
They were glaring at each other so neither of them noticed Hermione gaping at a page in the open book in front of her.
"Do what you like then!" Harry yelled at him.
Hermione reached up slowly and tugged at Harry's sleeve. "Guy's," she said quietly. "I think I found her."
This time it was Harry and Ron's time to gape. Deep down they had both believed they wouldn't find her.
" Look," she told them, turning the leather bound book round to face them.
On the left side of the page was a large picture of their attacker. "It says her name." Hermione whispered. "Her birth name was Rose Potter."
"Rose Potter?" Harry said taking in the first bit of information.
The three of them bent over the book, reading fragments aloud.
"An extremely powerful sorceress with deadly powers…"
"Not and ordinary witch…"
"A danger to anyone who crosses her path…"
"Must be avoided at all costs…"
Hermione and Ron were facing Harry who had gone pale.
"Potter…" he was muttering. "Rose Potter…"
He realised his friends were watching him. "We need more information." He decided.
Hermione looked at Ron and back to Harry. "But this is all we have. It doesn't say how to find her or anything."
"What?" said Harry sharply to her.
"It may not be what you think, Harry." She whispered.
"And what do I think?" he snapped.
"I don't know." Hermione said shrugging. She had already turned over most of the possibilities in her head. Each as unlikely as the next. "I honestly don't know."
"How many Potters can there be in our country's wizarding world?" he said to himself, turning his back to them.
Ron and Hermione shared worried looks.
Harry turned on his heel back to them and grabbed his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. He was about to head for the door but stopped. "Come on." He said. "Are you coming or not?"
Without waiting for an answer he turned again already moving ahead.
Hermione stood up next to Ron who was still on his feet and they swung their own bags over their shoulders. Hermione was further behind them as she still had to pick up the book and mark the page with a scrap piece of paper.
"What are we doing now?" Ron panted. Running up the stairs along with Hermione who had now caught up. Harry was still ahead of them and said to Ron without stopping: "Isn't it obvious? To see Dumbledore."
"Why?" Ron asked him.
"For an explanation." Hermione answered for him.
So now you know the name of their mysterious attacker! In the next chapter it will be properly explained who she is!