Pre-word..All characters used are of creation of J.K Rowling..Not me.
;3 Im a sucker for slash..Please dont flame me. D:
It was your choice to read it, if you dont like boyXboy themes then read something else. :D Thanks much.
- - - -
Harry woke with a start, he could feel his heart pounding within his chest. Finally, after weeks of poorly-spent contemplation he had stumbled across a clue! One that had come to him in dream no less. Though, the dream had been quite akward.. Not every dream does Harry envision Snape; old and gray, greasy hair pulled into a tight bun. Snape, playing the role of a school-tied librarian. In the dream he had found himself stepping forward to this hilarious sight asking calmly "Where might I find the answer to the biggest question in my mind?"
"Why in the restricted section, Potter." Snape droned in that same bland tone. Still, he helped. "Its on the second shelf to the east..I think the second to the last." It was blatant..But perhaps it was just Harrys' memory coming into play. Quite possibly Harry stumbled upon the very fact years ago, when trying to find out about the sorcerers stone, or when he needed to find spells and other things for the Tri-wizard Tournament. In any event, Harry was glad to have had the dream.
Now, Harry wasn't one to sit back and wait on things.. He had to go to the library and search. One by one his legs would be cast over the edge of his four-poster bed, toes wriggling in fear of meeting the cold ground. Just as his feet were planted, Harry would be given a shock. Ron was at his late night mumbling again.
"No, I couldn't eat another bite 'ermione.." Ron would giggle flirtatiously. "Oh..alright I suppose.."
Harry did all he could to stiffle a laugh. Shaking his head Harry would move twords his trunk, opening it to pull out his never-fail invisibility cloak and his wand. On his way to leave the room he remembered and item that he would find very hand in this very situation.He'd return to the trunk, digging past his clothes. Finally he had found it, the mauruders map. Just seeing it brough stinging tears to his eyes; remembering the loss of his godfather Sirius. He'd rub at his eyes, shrugging it off for the moment. He had to figure this out, he could mourn later.
As he descended the stairs from the chamber Harry would pull the cloak over his shoulders. An all to-familiar sight met him at the bottom of the stairs.
"Speak of the devil." Harry would muse.
It was none-other than Hermione asleep in one of those squashy arm chairs. Crookshanks on her lap atop an open book. The fires had already been extinguished, probably hours ago. He'd wake her when he returned, which hopefully was soon.
The portrait of the fat lady would swing wide open, Harry ready to find his answer.
- - - -
Author Note: Sorry this is short..nn But its just an introduction.. 3 The next chapter being Malfoys.
I'd love and appreciate reviews!