A/V: Hey readers, how are you? OK, I guess I should tell you that I will probably now only update once a week, instead of almost three times a week. I don't have the time, with the little homework I do get and the fact that I am rereading the Harry Potter Series! Well, RC&R I love to hear from you guys!
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As said before, there are many dangerous rooms located at Hogwarts. But there are also extremely secret rooms, rooms that nobody knows about. These rooms are even more hidden than The Room of Requirements.
We only know of one of these rooms. It is located on then eighth floor. You must walk down the main corridor, turn left twice, turn right three times, and turn left once more until you reach a still, solemn chamber that glows an eerie red. You must then appear in front of a petite, couple inch statue of a hippogriff. Than, you must twist the hippogriff's left wing in a counter clockwise 720 degrees and when you are finished whisper Quesqué Similaroia!
The hippogriff will than turn in a counter clockwise 180 degree fashion to show its backside. There, on the back of the hippogriff's back a small button will appear. Note that this button will not appear until you have followed the instructions stated in the last couple of paragraphs. Than, a door will appear, but it will disappear after 59 seconds have passed, and will not appear again for another two days, if the opening is tried again.
Hermione placed down Hogwarts, A History in utter bewilderment. The room sounded fascinating, and it was obviously well hidden. All the chapters before on strange rooms located in Hogwarts were all leading up to this exact passage.
As if breaking into her thoughts on purpose, a petite brown barn owl flew through the slight opening in Hermione's window. It dropped a yellow roll of parchment on Hermione's bed, and waited for payment.
Politely, Hermione placed to bronze knuts into the owl's outstretched beak. The owl pecked Hermione's hand softly, indicating its thanks. The brown owl than flew out the window, leaving Hermione staring at the parchment, wondering what it could be.
Her wonder of what the message may contain faded instantly. It was most likely a letter from Dippet making her do some Head Girl duty. She prayed that it was not Hall Duty with Tom, as much as he had improved, she did not want to go through the awkward moments that hall duty had given them. It was never like that any other time she saw Tom, so why now?
A little worried, Hermione opened the rolled up piece of parchment. To her surprise, it was not from Dippet at all, but from Dumbledore.
Mrs. Granger,
I would be pleased if you would find yourself at my office at 9:00 PM on the coming Friday. We will discuss matters of you-know-what. If you cannot make it, let me know next Friday afternoon, which is the next time I will see you in Transfiguration. If it is possible, than do nothing. I may have found some –well advances in our you-know-what. Mr. Riddle will also be there. I hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely,
Professor DumbledoreHermione set aside the letter, a new feeling brewing up inside her. Dumbledore had come upon farther arrangements! Yet were they – Hermione cut herself off. She was talking about Albus Dumbledore! He was going to become the greatest wizard on earth – he had already killed a dark wizard in 1925! His plan would be fine, just fine.
Hermione went to sleep, wondering what Friday would possess.
Seven Hours Earlier
Tom hunched over his Transfiguration assignment. He read the first question carefully.Is it possible to transfigure a tablecloth into a phantom? If so, how?
Tom was quite surprised at the strange question. He read through the others, and realizing that they were just as strange. Had not Dumbledore, at the beginning of the year, even before Hermione arrived, said that they would not be learning anything about the transfigure of ghosts?
Although the questions were odd, Tom knew the answers from some limited research in the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library. He quickly answered the question. Yes, the transfigure of tablecloths to phantoms are possible. To perform this difficult spell, you must use the spell Backamoniamé Stupendoes!
In the limited time of ten minutes, Tom had completed his assignment. He leaned back, a nice stretch for his slumped back. Then the thought hit him.
Was he the only one with such strange questions? Yes, it did seem possible especially since Dumbledore WAS part of the plan. Maybe this information would come needed.
Tom glanced at Hermione, who sat two seats in front of him. Her bushy brown hair flew everywhere, as it always did. He wondered if she was also being asked outlandish questions. But as soon as the thought entered his mind, he vanished it. Dumbledore had most probable a different plan for Hermione.
Tom wondered if he should ask Hermione, just in case. Yet almost instantly, he vanished the thought. Every time he started to have a good conversation with Hermione, he got tongue tied and blurted out something that he didn't mean to say.
After all, he was Tom Riddle. If this plan backfired, he had his future set. He would never love anyone, of everything would be ruined. He had ice around his cold heart. Yet, he was beginning to think that Hermione, the bushy haired girl from nowhere, was beginning to melt that wall of ice.
The bell rang, and Tom hurried past the crowd of people, including Hermione. In a few moments Tom found himself seated in the library, washing away his worries with The Dark Arts in an Dark Wizard's Point of View.
Seven Hours Later
Tom lay on his bead, reading the same book he had "borrowed" from the library earlier. He was about to engross himself in it when a small owl flew through his window, dropping a piece of yellowed parchment.
Tom grabbed the letter, ignoring the owl beside him. The owl began to peck him anxiously, yet Tom was too preoccupied with the letters contents. He shooed the owl away, and read the letter for a second time.
Mr. Riddle,
I would be pleased if you would find yourself at my office at 9:00 PM on the coming Friday. We will discuss matters of you-know-what. If you cannot make it, let me know next Friday afternoon, which is the next time I will see you in Transfiguration. If it is possible, than do nothing. I may have found some –well advances in our you-know-what. Mrs. Granger will also be there. I hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely,
Professor DumbledoreInstead of worrying about Hermione, Tom began to wonder what new plans Dumbledore had been able to come upon. They were most probable extremely interesting, and he could not help but hope that he would get to hurt somebody. But then again, it might be too early yet. Yes, maybe later… Tom fell asleep, not noticing that he was exhausted or that his left hand was bleeding.
Hermione opened the door to Dumbledore's office, noticing Tom already seated in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk. As she went to sit in the chair along side him, she thought she noticed him wince; yet it could have been the lighting, or her imagination.
"Good evening, Mrs. Granger." Smiled Dumbledore
" Good evening Professor – Tom." Replied Hermione.
"I will proceed now. I have asked the two of you to come, as I have, and you have too, discovered many secrets that will come to our help."
Dumbledore continued. "I do not know if you two have put two and two together, but I would like to add it for you, if you have not yet."
Tom and Hermione looked at Dumbledore without blinking once.
"I will begin with Tom. Surely Tom, you have noticed that your questions on assignments have been strange – not the usual curriculum. After all, did I not promise you that the transfiguring of phantoms would not be taught this year?"
Tom nodded slightly.
"Well, this information is going to be very important soon, alas I cannot tell you quite yet what it will be assisted for."
Tom nodded, although there was a look of wonder looming in his gray eyes.
"Now Hermione, you have been reading Hogwarts, A History for the fifth time, I presume."
"Yes, of course." Replied Hermione.
"Well, have you read anything about secret rooms, maybe one that we could have future meetings in?"
Immediately, Hermione answered. "Yes, there was the Room of Secrecy on the eight floor – there was even instructions of how to enter!" Hermione was excited at her discovery.
"Excellent, excellent!" replied Dumbledore heartily. "Tomorrow at noon. We will meet at the entrance of the eighth floor, and Mrs. Granger will guide us from there.
A/V: So, how was it? Not very much Tom/Hermione action but the plan needs to unfold! I can't wait to write the next chapter, I wish I could RIGHT NOW! Well, R&R I love to hear from you guys!
See Ya
S.W.M.S.