A/N: Hello dear readers! I just wanted all of you to know that there will be no spoilers of the Half Blood Prince in this story. Happy readings! Please read and review!

Chapter 8:

The Hidden Room

"What did you say?" Ron said in a shaky voice.

"Look," Jamie said, "before I explain anything, put the cloak on and follow me." Harry and Hermione went under the clock while Ron was still gaping at Jamie.

"Your Dumbledore's granddaughter?" He said not aware of how loud he was.

"Shh," Jamie said putting her hand on his mouth and looked around. "Snape's still around. Just get under the cloak before I make you." Ron looked at her again, then Hermione pulled him under.

"Cover your feet, and follow me," Jamie said quietly. They walked through the hallway, into the Gryffindor Common room, and then went up the stairs.

"Um, you know where we are right," said Ron starting to get out of the cloak.

"What are you doing?" Jamie said when she saw him. "Get back in the cloak!" Ron obeyed, and they started to go in the direction of the girl's dormitory.

"We're not allowed in there," Harry said. Jamie ignored him, but instead of entering the girl's dormitory, they stopped in front of what looked like a broom closet.

"Before you guys see anything," Jamie said, "you must swear you won't tell anyone what you will see and hear. Is that a deal?" she said looking at where she last heard Harry.

"Yeah," they all said. Jamie nodded and opened the door. It was a closet with dusty shelves with mops and brooms.

"Err..." Ron said, but before he could question her, Jamie spoke up.

"Phoenix feathers," she said boldly, and then the closet transformed into a long stairway.

"Last one in close the door," Jamie said. Ron, Harry, and Hermione took off the cloak, closed the door, and went up the stairway with Jamie. They climbed up the stairs until they reached another door. Jamie looked at them all again before she said another password.

"Turtle doves." Then the door opened, and they all stepped into a dark room. Jamie flicked the light open, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood amazed. Jamie's room looked like a fairy land to them. Harry walked around and saw the full bed in the middle with window just above it. There were shelves full of books which Hermione began scanning. To his right there was a T.V., stereo, VCR player, and even a computer.

"How do you have all these things here," Hermione said, "Hogwarts doesn't use electricity."

"Dumbledore made a few exceptions," Jamie said sitting on her bed. Ron stood gazing at the flap on the left side of her room.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Oh, that's my kitchen," Jamie said smiling.

"What?" Ron said looking confused.

"Ask for something."

"Um...alright, a butter beer, now what," Ron said turning to look at Jamie, but before she could answer Hermione gasped.

"Look Ron, the flap!" They all looked and saw that a Butter beer had come through the flap.

"How did that happen?" Ron asked amazed. Jamie laughed.

"That flap is connected the house elves' rooms. They send up all my food here."

"So that's why you barely come down to eat," Hermione said and Jamie nodded.

"I don't blame you," Ron said. Harry sat down on the bed next to her.

"So you live here?"

"Yeah, but so do you," Jamie said.

"I mean like, all summer," Harry said.

"Yeah," Jamie replied, "all summer." Ron was looking at the T.V.

"What is this?" Jamie smiled and turned it on, and flicked through the channels.

"It's a television, muggles use it to watch stuff." Ron looked amazed.

"Wow, if only dad were here," then he opened her closet. Hermione was skimming through books. Harry looked at her.

"So your Dumbledore's granddaughter?"

"Yes," she said looking down.

"What was the potion you made him?" Harry asked and Hermione turned around wondering the same thing too.

"What you all need to realize is that Dumbledore's getting older every day. He's getting weaker, and even some days he can't even stand up." Jamie looked at them all.

"I'm guessing you all know that I'm always late to school every morning," and they nodded. "That's only because I need to fix Dumbledore his potion, one at night, and one in the morning."

"Why can't someone else do it?" Hermione asked.

"Because, Dumbledore and I are the only ones that share the same blood," Jamie said.

"So," said Ron. Jamie lifted up her sleeve, there were cuts all over it.

"The potion requires my blood to make Dumbledore stronger."

"So what happens if he didn't take it one day?" Hermione asked.

"He'd probably be too weak to walk or even speak," Jamie said. There was an awkward moment of silence.

BANG

They all looked up and saw Ron picking up a case. Jamie stood up quickly and went to Ron.

"What are you doing? Put that back!"

"What is that?" Harry said from the bed.

"Nothing," Jamie said trying to hide it from their eyes. Ron pulled it out of her hands, and opened the long case.

"Ron!" Jamie said trying to snatch it back. When it was fully opened, Harry saw that it was a beautiful, white guitar.

"Wow," Ron said holding it up. "Is this yours?"

"Yes, can you put it back now?"

"Why are you so embarrassed by it?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not embarrassed," Jamie said snatching the guitar and putting on the case. "It just brings back memories."

"Do you play it?" Ron asked.

"I used to," Jamie said putting the guitar into her closet, "but not any more."

"Why not?" Harry asked.

"Like I said," Jamie said sounding tired, "It brings back too many memories."

"Why is your room up here?" Harry asked.

"That's a long story," Jamie said, "Perhaps I'll tell you all another time."

"Where's your mother and father?" Hermione asked changing the subject. Jamie began cleaning her room from the mess Ron made.

"Don't have any," she replied, and Harry looked up.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said.

"Don't pity me," Jamie replied.

"What happened?" Hermione questioned, and Harry could sense from Jamie that she didn't want to talk.

"I don't feel like talking about that now," Jamie said. "Maybe you guys should go."

"Way to go Hermione!" Ron said. "You always ask questions to make people um comfortable."

"I was just asking Ronald!" Hermione said walking towards the door. "How was I supposed to know that something happened?"

"Well this isn't the first time you know!" Ron shot back. "Your always going in other people's-"

"Will you both just shut up?" Jamie yelled which made them shut up and turn around. "Just...ugh," Jamie said grabbing her head as if she were in pain. Harry walked up to her when Jamie stopped him.

"Look, I'm really tired, I'll see you all tomorrow." Ron and Hermione nodded their heads and said good-bye. Harry was about to leave when he remembered something.

"There's a Quidditch match tomorrow, why don't you come?"

"Alright," Jamie said. "I'll meet you guys down at breakfast. Who you playing against, by the way?"

"Slytherins."

"Oh, well good luck Harry," Jamie said.

"Night," Harry replied as he descended down the stairs and went off to bed.

The next morning, Harry and Ron barely ate any breakfast.

"You should eat you know," Hermione said looking concerned.

"If we lose," Harry said, "then it's just going to show that I'm a horrible captain."

"You know that's not true Harry," Hermione said in a reassuring voice. Ron hadn't said anything. Harry noticed that his hand was twitching uncontrollably.

"Where's Jamie?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know," Harry said looking around, "maybe she's with Dumbledore."

"That's not possible," Hermione said.

"Why?"

"Because, he's sitting down next to McGonagall," Hermione answered. And sure enough when Harry turned, he saw Dumbledore passing a roll.

"We should go, Ron," he said.

"Yeah...ok," Ron said nervously.

"You guys will do great!" Hermione said cheerfully. "Good luck Harry," she said hugging him. "Good luck Ron," she said kissing him on the cheek, and then she hurried away.

Ron and Harry entered the changing rooms, and then started to go over the plan.

"Okay, Ron, just ignore everyone out there, especially the Slytherins." Ron just nodded, he hand still touching the cheek where Hermione had kissed him.

"Alright," Harry said to his team, "let's go."

"Harry," came Ginny's voice. "I'll do my best." With that she stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek.

"Err...alright," Harry said nervously. "Let's win this." Harry and his team mounted their brooms and kicked off towards the screaming crowd. Harry looked towards the Gryffindor crowd, but didn't see the face of the one person he wanted to cheer him on.