Harry wasn't there when the fight between Hermione and Ron erupted. But it was well known in the Gryffindor common room. And the young Gryffindor knew that the fight was because of him and what he told Hermione about Ron's recent behavior. The young heir was lurking in the library, away from Madam Pince's eyes in case she thought he was trying to ruin her books. The young boy had known it was useless as he had searched the library before, he had to try again to look for more information about his ancestry. Harry had felt bad about not telling her what Malfoy said about Dumbledore and that he may have some kind of heritage. The matter just seemed to be more personal and he didn't hold it against the girl that she had muggle parents. Not wanting to think about the issue of telling Hermione, Harry went to the back of the library where he knew there was a secret entrance to an alcove room to think without be disturbed.
Harry knew that mum and dad were a witch and wizard and had some importance in the wizarding world. The young Gryffindor began to think back to when he was at Gringotts, his vault seemed to have a fortune. There was a hidden worry what would happen when all that money was gone, and he had no way to afford Hogwarts and support himself after graduation.
A sudden thought occurred to the young Gryffindor, what if his family kept a book. Wizarding families had to have something to pass down their knowledge to their children. If the Hogwarts library didn't have any forthcoming knowledge, surely the knowledge had to come from somewhere. There was a hidden worry that he wouldn't be able to find those books if there were any to begin with.
Harry already knew he was a failure and disappointment to the Dursleys, but there was a hidden hope that he didn't want to disappoint his dead parents. The young Gryffindor didn't even know if Potter was a wizarding family, even then, there had to be customs that each magical creature practiced; no matter if the magical creature was human or not.
The young Potter eventually had to sit down in one of the spare couches given by the room, all his thinking was forming a migraine that seemed to be getting worse. The headaches or even migraines seemed to be a common occurrence nowadays, ever since Harry and Ron spoke to Malfoy. The regularity of the headaches was starting to make the boy anxious of the cause. The migraines weren't fixated on his scar but near the bridge of his nose, near the center of his forehead. Harry knew agonizing over the reason for his head hurting wasn't going to do any good. He would be no step closer to finding out the cause than his own heritage.
Calling it a day, Harry was on his way to leave the library when he caught a flash of brown or violet in the corner of his eyes. The color green flashed in his mind when he caught the glimpse and then it was gone, like the Gryffindor had never seen it. The Gryffindor looked puzzled for a moment, where had the color green come from when he was sure it was purple or brown, someone's eyes perhaps? Harry shook his head as if trying to dislocate the thought, 'no I must have seen blue, after all it's Ravenclaw's colors.' The thought wasn't reassuring to Harry since he knew he saw the color brown, maybe it was someone's eyes he caught a look at. Harry sighed heavily and walked out the library, wanting to put the thoughts away for later and focus on talking to Hermione and see how she was doing since the cat incident.
Once Harry walked inside the Gryffindor common room he immediately heard whispers. Nothing he could make out but enough to know something happened, though how long ago the young boy couldn't be sure. Harry made his way to the center of the common room, with the fluffy red chairs by the fire where Hermione was sitting with a book her in lap. Though, Harry couldn't help by notice that his old friend, Ron was sitting a distance away from Hermione, with a… red mark across his cheek.
Harry's eyes widened as he glanced at Hermione, had his friend slap Ron across the cheek while he was in library? A thought then occurred the raven headed, he hadn't seen any of his other dormmates. There were only 3 second years in the common room, not to count a few first years and several of the upper years. Harry honestly didn't know what to think of the other boys in his dorm. Ron had been his only friend before Hermione and he didn't know the other Gryffindors very well. Neville seemed a bit shy, while Dean and Thomas seemed to be friends and didn't interact with him much. 'Not that I blame them, seeing they think I'm Heir of Slytherin after all and apparently is set out to kill all the muggleborns,' was Harry bitter thought.
"Harry? When did you get back?"
The young Gryffindor almost jumped when he heard the question and then saw Hermione's eyes focused on him.
Harry almost felt sheepish that he had been caught off guard, he never realized he sat in one of the other red chairs almost beside the young Granger's seat. Hermione's gaze was no longer absorbed in her novel length book and the young Potter could see she was trying not to smile.
"Not funny, Hermione," the younger boy grumbled.
Hermione snorted, "you almost jumped out of your skin, Harry."
"Ignoring that," Harry mumbled. "But I barely just walked in, say Hermione, you wouldn't happen to know why Ron's has a red mark across his face, would you?"
Hermione looked almost guilty for a moment, "I have no idea what you're talking about Harry, what mark?"
Harry almost laughed, he knew that Hermione had to be the reason why his ex-friend looked furious and embarrassed when he walked past. "If you say so, Hermione. Anyways I'm going to bed, I rather not be on Snape's bad side for Potions in the morning if I'm late."
Hermione had a look as if to say, 'like you're not already on his bad side.' "Night, Harry," she eventually whispered.
Harry waved at the young girl as he walked towards his dorms but not before making a quick detour towards Fred and George Weasley.
The Weasley twins grinned at the young 12-year-old as Lee Jordan vacated his seat and headed for his dorm.
Harry looked guilty for making the Weasley's friend leave suddenly just because he approached the two brothers. The guilt left when he got shot a sharp look from Fred as he slowly sat in the empty chair.
"None of that Harry, Lee actually going to bed. Been looking for an excuse to escape our antics all day actually…" one of the twins commented, most likely George.
"So, our esteemed, Heir, what could we help you with," Fred says.
"You really don't think I'm the heir everyone is talking about, right?" Harry's voice was a bit nervous.
Harry almost gulped when he saw the twins' gazes grew a bit dark, almost in anger.
"Something our pigheaded brother said most likely…" Fred commented.
"No wonder the young bookworm slapped him," George finished.
"Wait… Hermione really did slap Ron?" Harry's tone was surprised.
The two twins just slightly laughed as one of them brushed away an imaginative tear.
"Best thing to witness, all we heard was the young Granger start yelling. Something how could he be so much of an idiot to lose his friendship with you because of his esteem and jealousy issues…" Fred started.
"Then our dear brother said something, then suddenly Granger slaps him and walks away in huff. I've never seen the common room so quiet," George finished with a grin.
Harry couldn't help it, he started laughing. As if imagining what Ron looked like when Hermione slapped the red head.
"Oh Harry," Fred started when the raven head started to get up.
Harry turned around when George finished his statement, "let us know if you want revenge against Ron. Who knows, it might help get his head out of his arse."
"I doubt it guys. But I appreciate the offer, I'll let you know," Harry waved to the twins as he walked to the 2nd year dorms. Harry didn't stop to look at Ron though it looked like the red head wanted to say something to him, but held his tongue. The young Gryffindor drew his curtains around his bed as he smiled softly, it was nice to talk to the twins again and know it just wasn't Hermione that believed him.
It was a few weeks later that Harry had found himself back in the library. The young Potter could almost understand Hermione's fascination with books and knowledge, though his served more as wanting to be distracted than seeking every source just because. Just like in the muggle world, Harry had found the library as a sanctuary to hide from his troubles. Even with the library as his sanctuary, Harry was surprised that Hermione had never came across him.
Honestly, Harry didn't know why he was back in the library. He already knew that there were not any ancestry books or any on tradition unless you were a muggle-born. Since he been using all of his spare time to look, without asking Madam Pince. Harry knew if Hermione was there, she would say that only one person can remove books from the Hogwarts Library. As much as Harry didn't want to admit it to himself, he knew only the headmaster could remove books. The reason why the Headmaster would want to remove ancestry books was still mysterious to the Potter heir. He almost didn't want to think about it, maybe it would be something to ask if he could ever speak to a Slytherin. Harry didn't think this was something he would willingly ask Hermione about. She held too much trust in adults and had the idea that their word was law. The only hope that Harry had, was if he actually did speak to someone from Slytherin house, it would be someone he could trust. As the numbers in Gryffindor was diminishing in number.
Looking around to be sure that nobody was watching, he slipped into the secret entrance. It was something he had accidently come across. The fact was, the young Gryffindor had no idea how he found it. Something about placing his hand on the wall and the wall slide back like it was a muggle slide door. Perhaps the door was activated by need or intent. It was a room he had discovered in his first year when the stares had gotten too much. Though the young Potter never mentioned what he found to either of his friends.
Remembering why Harry had gone to the library in the first place, he went to the small table in the corner of the spacious room.
The room itself was pretty big, bookcases aligned with the walls. The room held a huge worktable in the center of the room. Smaller tables with identical chairs that seem to match the Gryffindor common room was spread throughout the room. The only thing that seemed out of place was the crystal chandelier on the ceiling that appeared be giving off light as bright as a Lumos Maximum. The walls seem to have the same material, the mix of Black Ivory and Ebony on the book cases. The same was used for the flooring, with what looked like to be covered by an expensive navy carpet.
Harry headed straight for the corner of the room. He had hidden a list he started to write down ever since the conversation with Malfoy. It was more of a list of questions to ask about, since he was adamant about needing to speak with a Slytherin. One of the top ones being what his last name meant and if they know what Azkaban is. It felt like there was so much information that was missing that he needed but was never given. The young Gryffindor knew his last name meant something, just from how Malfoy phrased it. He kept the list in one of the drawers under a fake bottom. Harry didn't know if he was only the one who came across this room but didn't want to take any chances.
The young Potter then had to wince, something to add to the list. The reason behind all his frequent headaches that were growing more constant. It was getting to the point where it was really starting to worry the twelve-year-old. And Harry refused to go to the Hospital Wing, he was already there on a normal basis cause of Quidditch, last thing he wanted was another reason to be stuck to a bed. Harry didn't know if Malfoy was right in not trusting in the Headmaster. So, he wasn't sure if Madam Pomfrey was a safe person to confide in incase she reports to the Headmaster. The young Potter already knew there were already a few reasons to start to be wary of the older man. Harry knew he needed to find out about the headaches, the question was more of who could he ask that probably wasn't under the Headmaster's thumb. That was a real question to ask considering Harry had just been under the Headmaster's thumb, especially according to the Malfoy heir.
The remaining question that still rung in Harry's mind, 'was the Headmaster someone he could trust,' unlike what he had originally thought. After all, it had been Dumbledore 'indirectly' that gave him the escape away from the Dursleys.
