"Hey, why do you think that Professor Dumbledore wanted to meet us here?" Harry Potter questioned his friends.

Ron Weasley shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno mate. But I'm not complaining, he got us out of potions."

Hermione Granger threw a look of irritation at him. "Classes are important Ron, you can't just skip them without a valid reason."

"Well technically we're not skipping are we?" He asked sarcastically. "Dumbledore excused us himself."

"Professor Dumbledore Ron," Hermione said, stressing the professor part of her statement. "I do wonder what is so important that he had to pull us out of class though. And why the corridor where the Room of Requirement is?"

"We were wondering the same thing," a voice called out.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked in surprise when they caught sight of three more people in front of them.

There was Neville Longbottom, a sixth year Gryffindor like them, along with two fifth year students, Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister.

Luna was in Ravenclaw, the house of knowledge, and Ginny was in Gryffindor, the house of brave, with them.

"Neville? Ginny? Luna?" Harry called out in confusion. "What're you guys doing here?"

Ginny shrugged. "I was with Luna when we got a message from Professor Dumbledore asking to meet here," she explained.

"Yeah, I got one too." Neville chimed in.

"What?" Hermione asked in bewilderment. "Why would Professor Dumbledore pull all of us out of class to meet in this corridor?"

Ron shrugged. "Maybe he's finally gone mental?"

Hermione hit him in irritation, a scowl on her face. Harry managed to hide his snickers from her though.

"So what do we do now," Ginny asked. "Just wait here until something happens?"

"Ah, we are all here," a voice called out. "Good."

Turning towards the voice, the students found the most peculiar group walking down the hall towards them.

There was Dumbledore of course. Walking on his left was the student's least favorite professor, Professor Snape. On Dumbledore's right was their third year DADA professor and Harry's uncle-figure, Remus Lupin.

And finally, strangely enough, walking behind those three were another trio; Molly, Fred, and George Weasley.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Ginny were staring at them in shock.

Luna just smiled serenely as if everything and everyone were acting as they should.

"Remus?" Harry questioned. "What are you doing here?"

"And what are you guys doing here?" Ron asked as he pointed at his family.

Fred and George grinned.

"Well Ronald, we were summoned–"

"–by Professor Dumbledore to–"

"–discuss matters of the–"

"–utmost importance," they finished.

"Oh knock it off you two," Molly scolded them. She then turned to Ron. "Professor Dumbledore asked me to come for something important."

"The same goes for me as well," Remus added.

Snape rolled his eyes and Harry glared at him.

"I think we've talked enough," Dumbledore said, the twinkle in his eyes shining like mad. "Ladies and gentlemen, please enter the room."

He pointed to a door that wasn't there before. The door to the Room of Requirement.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"I'll explain all when we settle in the room Harry," Dumbledore said patiently.

Harry rolled his eyes and marched into the room, Hermione and Ron on his heels.

Everyone else follow them in.

What they saw on the inside took their breath away. The room was massive, about half the size of the quidditch pitch. The walls held shelves that held hundreds of books. A fireplace was along one of the walls and there was also a door along the same wall as the fireplace.

In the middle of the room was a table that had enough chairs for all of them along with a wooden chest.

Snape was the first to break the awed silence. "Do you think you can tell us why we are all here Dumbledore?" he asked curtly.

"But of course Severus!" he replied joyfully. "Everyone sit down, sit down!"

They did as he said. "Now," he said as everyone settled themselves, "to put it simply: we are going to read a book."

Silence was met with his statement.

"Excuse me?" Snape snapped. "You've called us all here to read a bloody book?"

"For once I agree with Snape," Ron said in outrage, ignoring his mother's glare. "If I wanted to read a bloody book, I would play Hermione for a day and go to the library!"

Hermione slapped the back of his head. "Language and manners Ronald!" she hissed.

Fred and George had slumped when Dumbledore said 'read a book'.

"With all due respect Professor Dumbledore–" Fred started saying.

"–we don't have time to read some ordinary book," George finished.

"I agree with them," Remus said quietly. "Voldemort is active now. We should be spending our time gathering allies."

Snape nodded in reluctant agreement. "The wolf is right."

Harry glared at Snape for him referring to Remus's status as a werewolf.

"Ah, but that is exactly what I've done," Dumbledore stated brightly. "I have found a group of people who are willing to help us."

"Really?" Ginny asked eagerly. "They'll help us fight against you-know-who?"

Dumbledore nodded with a smile on his face.

"Uh," Neville started saying, "that's great and all, but what does any of this have to do with us reading a book?"

"Longbottom also has a point," Snape said grudgingly.

"Well," Dumbledore stated. "These people are not like us."

"Not like us?" Molly repeated. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, Mrs. Weasley, they are not wizards."

"They aren't wizards?" Harry said incredulously. "Well then how in the bloody hell are they supposed to help us?"

"Language Harry," Molly said sharply.

"And that is precisely why we're here Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said as he pulled the wooden chest off the table and set it on the floor next to him. After he opened it, he pulled out a book and set it on the table in front of him. "There are five books in total that tell us all about them. More specifically, about the adventures of one of them. And actually Mr. Potter, the young man we will read about has led a life similar to yours. He was even subjected to a prophecy!"

Harry's eyes widened. 'This guy had a life like mine?' he thought in bewilderment. He wouldn't wish it on anybody.

"So these books will help us understand them?" Remus asked carefully.

Dumbledore nodded. "Exactly," he said. "They offered to help us, the least we can do is try to understand them."

"And how are muggles supposed to help us?" Snape asked archly.

Dumbledore have a mysterious smile. "That's the clincher Severus," he said. "They aren't fully muggle."

That got everyone's attention. "Then what are they?" Hermione asked.

Dumbledore held up the book. "The only way to find out is to read this book."

Everyone remained silent. On one hand, they didn't want to sit around and read some dumb book. On the other hand, reading about an unknown race of people that will help them in the war was an opportunity none of them wanted to pass up.

And in Harry's case, he really wanted to see how this guy's life was similar to his.

"I'll stay," Harry said strongly.

"Well if Harry stays then so will I," Hermione stated.

"Same here," Ron said.

The twins looked at each other.

"Even if it is a book–"

"–it still sounds interesting."

They looked at Dumbledore. "We're in."

"Well of course I'm in," Mrs. Weasley in an obvious tone.

Ginny nodded. "I'll stay."

"Me too," Luna said. Some people forgot she was there.

"I'll stay as well," Remus stated.

"Same," Neville imputed.

Dumbledore looked to the last person. "Well Severus?" he asked.

The potion master sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine."

"Excellent," he exclaimed happily. "Now, who would like to read first?"

"I will!" Hermione piped up.

"No surprise there," Ron muttered to Harry.

Dumbledore handed the book over to her and she flipped open to the first chapter.

"Chapter one, I Accidentally Vaporized My Pre-Algebra Teacher."